#yes this is an elf on the shelf. so what

[ashers-selfships]

Yeah I didn’t really go into this with a specific idea and I think it shows🥲 but anyway here’s my first ever drawing with one of my more recent f/os (and my new Christmas pfp)!

[headspace-hotel]

somebody has got to stop the santa claus thing btw. It's getting out of hand. we keep yes-anding new additions to a lore that became outdated a century ago. Most houses don't even have chimneys anymore and nobody wears stockings. At some point we accepted the idea that Santa Claus watches children while they sleep and now we have elf on the shelf to deal with. Honestly we should have put a stop to the whole thing with rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. "Hey so what if there was a reindeer born with a congenital condition that makes him the worlds first known bioluminescent ungulate, and because of this he experienced reindeer ableism" who comes up with something like that

[kiemiu]

more boyfriend matt headcanons | ( gender neutral!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons wc 678 (library) + (request)

boyfriend!matt who massages your hands and wrist as a nervous habit when he's at public gatherings. he does it without realizing most of the time, you're always just so close by and you're one of his sources of comfort, so his immediate reaction is to just grab your hand to distract himself from the rowdiness of the crowded party.

boyfriend!matt who immediately softens his voice whenever he's talking to you directly. one second he's screaming at chris for being incompetent while playing fortnite, but once he sees you walking towards him from the corner of his eye, his entire demeanor changes into a more relaxed state and he's listening intently with wide eyes. "CHRIS, YOU FUCKING ID-, yes, baby?"

boyfriend!matt whose eyes light up when someone mentions your name. he could be tuned out of a conversation and staring off into space but as soon as he hears someone utter your name, they have his full attention.

boyfriend!matt who steals your belongings. just like he lends you his hoodies, he'll take your stuffed animals, your oversized sweatshirts, unopened bottles of your body wash, and anything he can get his hands on without your knowledge. he always finds it amusing when you find the item he stole weeks later in his room.

boyfriend!matt who teaches you how to ice skate. he loves that you trust in him enough to have him guide you through the process of learning how to ice skate just because he likes to do it. he'll be so patient with you and be so proud whenever you start doing it on your own without his support. always shouting out encouraging words like "good job, baby.", "are you sure you haven't done this before? you're nailing it!" if you already know how to ice skate, he'll love to challenge you to races and just skate around the ice rink while dancing with you.

boyfriend!matt who buys items that remind him of you. it could simply be a keychain of a sunset, or a small plushie at the gas station that's in the shape of your favorite animal. whatever it is, he'll buy it. sometimes he'll gift it to you, other times he'll keep it for himself.

boyfriend!matt who buys a mrs.wrinkelton for you to keep. he thought it would be a cute idea to match so he bought an identical one on amazon. now, everytime you go over his house, or him over yours you'll both bring your own wrinkleton and have them cuddle each other to match your position. matt loves to say that they're 'us in an alternate universe' and place them in funny positions like they're elf on the shelf.

boyfriend!matt who'll be your guinea pig. anything that you need practice on, he'll let you practice on him. a new makeup look? a nail polish from a different brand? different face mask formula? it doesn't matter what it is, all you have to do is ask and he's happily at your disposal.

boyfriend!matt who gives you the first/last bite of his food. he always offers you the first and last bite of his food. for the first bite, he'll gently blow on the food so it isn't steaming hot before offering you a bite, softly asking "how does it taste, baby?" before diving into it himself. for the last bite, he always leaves a hefty amount left before asking if you'd like it. most of the time you say 'no' because you're full from your own meal, but when you say 'yes' he'll give it to you without hesitation.

boyfriend!matt who doesn't know what personal space is around you. he follows you around like a second shadow. he'll hover over you, sometimes without even realizing. resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist, having a finger hooked in one of your belt loops, he'll do anything to keep you close to him. chris likes to joke around and say 'you have a matt magnet attached to you'

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[sweetbunpura]

*Yuu explaining Christmas to Rollo*

Rollo, hiding behind his handkerchief and narrowing his eyes: So, an old man breaks into your home via the chimney, steals some sweets and some milk, and in return he leaves "gifts" under a tree and in stockings hanging on the hearth for the children of the home? A man that is apparently watching childrens' every movement to see if they've been "naughty" or "nice" and keeps a list of all of these children? Yuu, my love, forgive me if I say, I would not trust this man within five feet of any child.

Yuu: Ok, I know it can seem weird when framed like that, but Santa is just a story! He isn't real!

Rollo, snorts: Yes, but it is a story that can make children almost automatically trust a home intruder during the winter season if they have a white beard and claim to have gifts for them. Surely you can see just how dangerous that is?

Yuu: Rolls, it's a holiday. You don't need to overthink it..

Rollo, glaring up at the elf on the shelf sitting on the bookshelf: And I do not trust his surveillance "elves" either. He looks far to innocent.

Yuu, offended gasp: Don't diss my boy Jeffery like that Rolls!

Yuu: If Santa weirds you out, then learning about Krampus would be the next thing.

Rollo: Krampus?

Yuu: He's a half demon, half goat monster that punishes kids into being good....and in some interpretations, he eats kids.

Rollo: ....

Yuu, looks over to see Gidel and Grim looking at them in horror.

Gidel, signs: We get eaten!?

Grim: We don't get presents!?

Yuu, laughs and waves her hand: You guys don't have to worry about that! Santa isn't real.....Hey Bones!

Skully, pokes head into room while wearing a halloween christmas sweater: Yes?

Yuu: When you were with Jack...did you see a fat guy in a red coat?

Skully, frowns: Yeah...but he doesn't hold a candle to Jack!

Yuu: ....Shit, Santa's real.

Rollo: Board up everything!

Fellow, walks in holding a pot of soup and in an apron: What is happening?

Yuu: This is my own fault....

[anadiasmount]

christmas morning with you - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: the anticipated time of year arrives. after sharing a night full of laughters, joy and some nerves, dad! jude surprises his babies as santa on christmas morning. insta au at the end! 🤍🎄

wc: 2.6k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa🗣️: i refuse to believe christmas is legit two days away cause what? but dad! jude once again for us girlies! hope you enjoy 🤍🎄

“i look hideous!” jude yelled, trying to fix the super loose santa costume on him. you cried your eyes out laughing, having to sit on the bed and cross your legs or you would pee from laughter. “no please i’m sorry, i’m sorry, not really but i’ll say it so you won't change,” you wiped your eyes and stood up, walking over to jude who was ready to get out of the costume. 

“it’s supposed to be funny and cheery baby, you said you wanted to do this? surprise zion and esmeralda?” you reminded him, tiptoeing up to fix the santa hat that clearly was to small for his head. “yes but now instead of them being happy they’ll cry, and i don't like to see my babies crying,” jude sighed. 

ever since you had your two little ones, jude was an emotional mess. he would cry just by listening to their small pleads and sniffles to stay when he had away games or international break. jude would tear up at the smallest things zion would do. when he first kicked a small football, to saying his name, even when he spent relentless nights in jude’s arms. looking at zion right now, he looked like baby jude. jude spent so much time that he eventually recognized his small footsteps anywhere around the house. 

esmeralda? she was the spitting image of you but had her daddy's eyes that anyone could say the same. she was almost a year old, and jude would often tear up at the fact she's all grown. he brushed the smallest coils and curls back into pigtails, dressed her into baby pink onesies, and held her in his arms when she slept. esmeralda was a chunky toothy baby, who was a daddy’s girl over anything. 

“they won't cry trust me. they can recognize you from a mile away. plus i think the illusion they have of santa has been pretty positive after they took pictures with him and didn’t cry,” you reassured him, your thumb stroking his cheek watching him smile and relax into your palm. 

“but that’s because they saw the other kids happy, this time santa is in their home,” jude nervously stressed. jude went to sit on the corner of the bed clearly upset now of the idea of surprising the kids. “baby, you're stressing for no reason,” you sat on his lap, a hand resting on one of his shoulders and the other over his chest, “everything will go to plan, they said bye to the elf, and they left cookies and milk. if anything i think this would be the light of their year.”

the elf on the shelf was a new tradition introduced this year. and zion loved it more than anything, the first to wake up to see where it had moved or had done. but it cost small disagreements about where it would go or what it would do between you and jude. while you wanted a sweet and mannered elf, jude wanted to make it seem it was naughty and mischievous. 

after spending an hour tonight to find a place in the house, the two of you settled with the elf placed on top of the fireplace with a bitten cookie. the cookies the four of you made together after coming home from christmas eve dinner, jude holding baby esmeralda as he decorated the cookie, zion eating the frosting instead of using it, esme watching her daddy's every move, while you kept perfecting every cookie and poured milk into a glass. 

“the last thing i want is them a crying mess and forever being traumatized by christmas,” jude recalled leaning up to kiss you. “stop you’re distracting me,” you push back after getting lost into it. “i’m trying to ease your nerves but you have different ideas,” you state. “if you say everything will be fine and no crying babies, than i trust my love, ok?” he smiled wide and then smirked. 

you rolled your eyes at his smirk, and his flimsy hands that made their way up to push the straps of your top down. “so you’ll wear the costume?” you asked in a low voice, he hummed his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. “good, now change out of it for tomorrow morning,” you smirked and then got up. 

“worst comes to worst, they cry and that’s it, but you're their favorite person so they quickly get over it,” you say fixing the straps that felt loose. “you make it sounds like they prefer me over you,” jude replied after taking the santa costume off, putting a loose white tee over his black boxers. 

“because they do baby,” you stifled a laugh sounding a bit unsure, getting under the covers and checking the baby camera to make sure the babies were okay. “that’s not true y/n. you spend almost all the time with them, even when you work. they love you and me equally,” jude frowned, sitting on your side of the bed where you lay, jude tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“not only are you an amazing mommy to them, but the most wonderful fiance to me. you care for us during the good and bad, not once losing your cool even when you feel like that. they don't have favorites. don't doubt their love because they smile the biggest when you walk into the room. i love you, my sweet girl,” jude rambled, his eyes never leaving yours even when his hand interlocked with yours kissing over your ring finger. 

“i didn't want to cry, jude, but oh my gosh you make that hard with this,” you got up and hugged him, kissing over the small scar on his collarbone, “i love you so much. you’re the greatest gift in my life along with our babies zion and esmy. being able to spend christmas with you after is truly the most thing i’m thankful for, because i wouldn't ask anything more in the world for our family to be together,” you sniffled, hearing jude chuckle and kiss your head. 

“cmon. i know you're tired after moving up and down all day to make christmas eve perfect. which i kept forgetting to thank you by the way,” jude rubbed your back before going over to the other side and laid next to you, bringing you into his chest. “stop making it seem like it did all the work. i wouldn't have done it without your help jude. listening to my idea or making comments where stuff should go, that’s why i got you a gift,” you giggled at when he let out a small gasp in shock. 

“we agreed on no gifts!” 

“i know, i know! but i had to, i promise you will love it, and it’s something that will be a reminder everyday,” you had to force yourself to shut up, knowing you were the type to tell someone about their gifts before the day could come. jude hummed in a “we will see” manner, kissing you a last time before going to sleep. “goodnight santa,” you whispered hearing him laugh. 

“quit it!” 

during the night, the babies joined you in the bed. esmeralda due to being hungry and wanting to be fed, and zion because of a small nightmare he claimed to have. jude was up before any of you, placing a kiss on the babies cheeks and on your forehead. the three of you were heavy sleepers, jude was not, waking up at any small movements or noise. 

jude whispered quietly to wake you up, not waiting any longer to surprise his babies and watch them open their gifts. “y/n? wake up its almost 9am, im gonna go change and wait downstairs okay?” you squinted your eyes and nodded, looking at zion and esmeralda sound asleep, small snores leaving their mouths. “i’m gonna change her diaper and we will be down okay? Make coffee please,” you pleaded with your eyes and pout. 

“okay hurry please!” jude said with anticipation, quickly grabbing the red santa costume and hat. jude waited by the tree, holding two gifts that belonged to the kids, his white beard helping not give his appearance away. jude heard the small scream zion let out saying it was christmas, and his whines to make you hurry up so they could open gifts. 

“zion please be careful! don't run down the stairs or you could get hurt baby,” you scolded but laughed at his cheery mood. esme kicked in your hold, her messy curls everywhere as her face was still slightly puffy after she woke up. zion gasped, and slowly walked forward, “is that santa, mommy?” he asked you with a quiet voice, feeling his small hand hold yours. 

zion came to stand behind your leg slightly timid or scared, as esmeralda gave you curious eyes. jude for a second thought this would take a turn and go the opposite way. zion was like this, if he didnt recognize anyone at first he got shy, but jude knew he was quick to happy and cheery. you seemed to have your way as all of the sudden zion peeked his head and then walked to stand back into his original spot. 

jude held back a laugh, and walked close to where the three of you were. “it is zion, and look he has your presents! go say hi baby, don't be scared,” zion ran over to jude who slightly stumbled back at the sudden push from the smaller three-year-old as he hugged his leg. “i can’t believe you’re here!” zion laughed and jumped up and down excitedly. 

“mommy don't be rude come here and say hi,” the small toddler urged giving you an attempted look of being grumpy. “hi santa,” you said with a laugh sitting on the couch as esmeralda crawled to her brother. “look esmy, that santa! and he's here with our presents,” zion crouched down to say to her. she sat on the floor and pointed at jude with her chubby finger, “dada?, but her brother laughed in denial. 

“no esmy, that santa not dada!” the toddler replied. jude’s heart warmed when he heard his babygirl call for him, but he didn't want to spoil anything, it was going to plan and he wanted it to remain that way. The fear and anxiety leaving his body, being afraid they would cry and get scared. he knew it wasn't the case when zion hugged him again, and couldn't stop smiling.

after zion and esmeralda opened the gifts jude had in his hand, zion kept asking question as to why he was here, how many kids he had visited, if he liked the cookies you guys had, if he the eld you guys had, needed to go back or stay. esmeralda knew it was her daddy, as she immediately crawled into his lap and began to tug on his white beard. jude took the whole santa act seriously, changing his voice to go deeper and instead of laughing he did the infamous “ ho ho ho”. 

zion believed every single second of it, not even noticing it was jude underneath. jude or well santa had to go back, zion pleaded for him not to go, but jude explained he needed to feed the reindeer, and give him them carrots. that the north pole needed santa claus back or the workshop would fail and there would be no christmas. zion hugged santa tight as possible making him promise to come next year. 

jude passed esme to you, giving you a wink before he left through the front door, zion screamed out that he couldnt believe it, that santa was here. he even walked over to the elf and thanked him for making this happen as apparently, it was one of his christmas wishes for santa to visit. 

“daddy! daddy! oh my god, santa was here you missed it!” zion yapped, explaining to jude who had the biggest smile on his face as he heard his little toddler ramble and stutter. esmeralda went back to her daddy as you grabbed you and jude a fresh brew of coffee in the christmas-themed mugs, kissing his lips and greeting him a good morning.

the next hour was spent watching your babies laugh and thank you repeatedly at their gifts, zion continuing to talk about santa being here. you took small pictures and videos to look back at the memory, jude kissing your shoulder from time to time, his brown eyes staring into yours. 

when you saw the time was right, zion and esme playing with his new toys, you walked over to grab both gifts. the presents neatly wrapped in the red wrapping snowman-themed paper with a small card dedicated to jude. when you sat down, jude did the same, bringing your gifts over to you, where you shook your head in disbelief. “i know we said no gifts but i couldn't help myself. i love to spoil you,” he said. 

after you and jude opened every gift, you gave him the final one. jude furrowed his brows, gently unwrapping the gift paper, continuing to eye you. you watched as he opened the red velvet box, and inside was a gold neck with three charms. your baby's heartbeats from your early pregnancy days, and an engraved hearth charm where it was custom themed, your hand writing spelling out ‘jude + y/n’ and your anniversary date where he asked you to be his gf. 

jude inspected every piece, his eyes welling up with tears feeling overjoyed with emotion. “there’s one more,” you reached behind you and grabbed the album of photos, jude letting out a nervous laugh as he began to look and reminisce you early relationship days, finding out you were pregnant, the trip to bahamas, zion and esmy when thet were tiny, and your proposal. jude brought you to his lap, where he wiped the tears away and snuck his head into the crook of youe neck. 

“i can’t thank you enough for this y/n. for this,” he gestured to the necklace and charms, “this” then the album still in his hand, “and for our little family,” jude felt over the moon. feeling speechless after the christmas morning went better than he imagined. He pulled you in closer, feeling more in love by you, a piece of him being complete after the gift you gave him.

“you’ve made this christmas and year so memorable, and im so lucky to have you jude. it’s the least i could do after everything you've done for me and our kiddos. i’m thankful to have met you, and to have person look after us 24/7. i love you so so so much,” you persisted, wiping the tears still present onto his cheeks. 

“i love you more than life itself,” he kissed you, holding your chin as your kiss felt like heaven. your lips made for him to taste and relish, molding perfectly with his. his hand tugged on you hair, not wanting to let go and keep you like this forever. jude had to resist and pulled back feeling breathless, you the same. 

hours later, jude was wearing the gold chain necklace, he had fallen asleep on the couch, baby esmeralda on his chest, while zion slept safe and sound, his head leaning onto his shoulder. he spent hours playing with them, the whole morning filled with laughs and screams from them. Jude had woken up, and went to place each baby in their rooms. 

he looked around for you, and called out for you and stumbled back in pure shock. you leaned on the door frame wearing nothing but a red lingerie set. a lace bra and thong, and thigh garters that were clipped onto the top waistband. he approached you, getting hard immediately, enamored with your body. he wasn't expecting this, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain as you stood there with innocent eyes and a smirk on your face.

“you could count this as your last present.” 

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judebellingham: feeling the love more than ever this year! happy holidays to everyone, and cheers to the new year! 🤍🎄

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username30: i forget he’s a dad of two sometimes…

user54: YN APPEARANCE. NOBODY MOVE.

camavinga: feliz navidad bro ❤️

↪️ judebellingham: igualmente bro ❤️

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↪️ judebellingham: merry christmas vini 🎄

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↪️ judebellingham: imposible bc i love you more prettygirl 😍🤍

jobebellingham: do you still have leftovers? will be coming over if you do.

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gioreyna: miss you bro ❤️ happy holidays

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user8238: their baby dressed as santa i cant 😣🥹

username328: i legit cant with them ☹️

username76: merry christmas and happy new year!

[faeriichaii]

Heyyy, I hope you are doing alright!

I wanted to request a kinda mean but later soft Thranduil x Shy Fem!Reader smut ♡ in which the Reader loves to read and sneaks into a forbidden part of the library and gets caught by Thranduil ;) ♡

Bookworm ~ Thranduil x Fem!Shy!Elf!Reader

A/N: Omg never did I ever expect to see a Thranduil request (even more shocking that it is a smut request🤭) But sure, I can do that for you <33 (Ngl I was very scared about writing this cause Thranduil is like such a hard character for me to write but I obv still appreciate it when I get him requested <33)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, bj ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes <33 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hiril vuin ~ My Lady ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Agórel vae ~ You did well ࿐ྂ

Summary: Legolas let the secret of a restricted area in the library slip, which makes you of course very curious. So after deciding to enter the forbidden part, you get caught by none other than the elven king himself.

Enjoying the serene chirping of the birds, you turned the page of your book. You sat under a tree in the beautiful garden of Mirkwood. The book in your hand only had a few pages left and you just had to know how the story of the princess goes. Does she get her happy end or does the prince of hearts decide to take her down? You don’t know yet, however you are very keen to find it out. A soft gasp left your lips, as your book was taken out of your hands. “Isn’t this one of the books in the restricted area?” Legolas asked, as he turned the book around to quickly skim over the summary. His finger was still placed between the pages, in order to not make you lose the spot you have last read. He once did it by accident and he still hasn’t really recovered from the hell that you let loose upon him.

“Restricted area? I never saw a restricted area.” You said, as you stood up from your place on the ground and snatched the book out of Legolas’ grasp. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.” The prince began to walk away from you, however you couldn’t just let him go after he dropped this very important secret. “Wait Legolas! You can’t just walk away now. Where is this restricted area?” A sigh left his lips as you stood beside him and looked up at him with your big eyes. “My father would kill you if he spots you in there (Y/N). It really isn’t even worth it. The only person who walks in there is him and I sometimes join him, and let me tell you, the books are mostly on history about middle earth and nothing special.” He tried to reason with you, but you were insisting on finding this so-called restricted section.

“Legolas, we have been friends for more than just centuries, you do know me and you certainly know that I know the layout of the library better than anybody else. So how come I have never seen the restricted area?” Legolas stopped walking, which made you also stop in your tracks. “There is a mechanism to it. You have to pull a lever in order to open the restricted area and enter it. But (Y/N)…” He turned towards you and grabbed your shoulders tightly. “You really can’t enter. If my father finds out, that you have been in the restricted area, then he will certainly send you far away or set an even worse punishment upon you.” His worried eyes locked onto your own. You gave him a reassuring smile, before shaking his hands off from your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I will not go in there. I promise.” What the prince didn’t saw, were your crossed fingers, that were hidden away in the pages of the book you now desperately wanted to return to the library.

After you said your goodbyes to Legolas, you decided to take a detour to the library. Just to put away the book you still held onto tightly. No other reason. Opening the big wooden doors, you walked towards the designated shelf and put away the book. Turning around, you scanned the whole room for any kind of lever. You walked towards the few golden candle holders, that were attached to the wall. Letting your fingers graze over the cold metal, you carefully tried to pull it, however it didn’t budge. A sigh left your lips as you continued to stroll around the library. You have been walking around for quite some time, until you noticed a little shelf that is tucked into the corner of the room. Examining it, you decided to try and search through the books, if they possibly could be the lever, you have been searching for.

Your eyes focused on a dark green book. The golden edges almost seemed to glow, as you let your fingers trail over the intricate design. Gently pulling on the book out of the shelf, you heard a click. The shelf started to move to your right, opening a small staircase to you. A smile spread across your lips, as you decide to walk down the few steps. Your eyes widened at the few shelves, that lined the stone walls of the small room. Each of the shelves were filled with various books and scrolls, some even in a language you can’t read. ‘How to Brew the Perfect Concoction’ or ‘Middle Earth: Past, Present and Future’ were only a few of the titles you have read on the spines. You took out a dark blue book, dusted it off and read the title. ‘The Golden Egg: A Guide for Dragons’. You didn’t even know that there was a book, explaining how to care for dragons. Putting it back on the shelf, you continued to stroll around the room. Time flew by quickly, as you read various pages of different books, and scrolls, until you found one you really wanted to take back upstairs. Tucking it in your small bag, you walk back up the stairs, pulled the lever that was attached to the wall and walked out. It only took you a few steps until you realized that the king himself was browsing through a shelf that was a little too close to the opening of the restricted area. His eyebrow raised, as he spotted you walk out of the direction of the small shelf. A blush dusted your cheeks, as you quickly did a curtsy and muttered a ‘My King’ in greeting. He mustered you from head to toe, until he noticed the small book that was peeking out from your bag.

You were ready to quickly exit the library, until Thranduil began to talk. “You did not perhaps take a book from a shelf you are not supposed to touch?” He asked, almost daring you to lie to him. The blush on your cheeks intensified, as you looked up at him. “I don’t think I understand, my king. I just took this book from a shelf that I have inspected earlier.” His eyes moved from your own, towards your bag again. “Well, I do hope so. If you would ever enter places, you are not meant to be in, than you will leave me with no choice but to set a punishment upon you.” He spoke, authority dripping with each word. A shudder spread through your body, as your mind registered his words. “Of course, my king. I would never do such a thing.” You smiled softly at him, before politely curtsying and leaving him be in the library. After walking through the big wooden doors, you let out a deep breath you didn’t even knew you were holding. Hopefully the book will be worth the trouble.

A few days passed and you devoured each and every single word, that was written on the pages. Hence you were once again standing in the middle of the restricted area, searching for another book to pass your time. You were at the furthest corner of the room, intensely reading a scroll, that you have found, until you heard the sound of the shelf moving. How come the shelf is moving? Your eyes widened, as the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs echoed throughout the room. Quickly shoving the scroll back into the shelf, you hid behind the burgundy armchair, that was tucked in a neat corner of the room. Holding your breath, you watched as Legolas entered the room together with his father.

“Why are we down here father?” The prince asked, as he let his fingertips glide over some of the dusty books. “We need to search for a scroll. It should be wrapped with a red ribbon around it.” A shudder went down your spine, as you spotted the red ribbon you have removed earlier from the scroll on the ground. In the exact same moment, Legolas picked it up from the floor and wrapped it around the scroll you carelessly shoved into the shelf. “I think I have found it.” He said and presented the item to his father. The king raised an eyebrow at the unravelled scroll. “Did you start reading it already?” “No, not yet.” Legolas answered, wrapping the ribbon around the paper and walking towards the stairs, in order to leave the room. He tilted his head, as he noticed that his father didn’t follow him. “Do you need something else?” “Yes, but you can already start reading the scroll if you want.” Thranduil said, his eyes still carefully scanning the room. Your head was ducked, in order to not get spotted by his hawk-like gaze.

The fading footsteps of Legolas leaving the room made you feel a little bit more relieved. However, you still felt Thranduils looming presence in the small space. “There is no need to continue hiding Hiril vuin.” His voice still seemed a little too far away for him to have spotted you. “You think I didn’t know you took the book from this very room?” Steps slowly started to approach your hiding location, making you duck even further behind the armchair. “I was the one who sorted through the books and scrolls and decided if they would be fit for this restricted area of the library. You weren’t even supposed to know of its existence. So how exactly did you find this room?” His feet stopped in front of the burgundy armchair. “And how dare you lie to me and still hide away like a little mouse.” A shameful blush dusted your cheeks, as you slowly stood up from your position on the floor. “My king, I can explain-“ He waved his hand, signalling you to stop talking. His eyes were filled with rage, as he deeply looked into your own ones. “You lied and now expect me to listen to your pathetic excuse?” You swallowed thickly, looking down at your feet. “You leave me with no other choice but to banish you.” “Banish me?” Your head whipped up, eyes wide and lips parted. Your heart beat faster and faster, as the punishment of your actions settled into your brain.

“Please my king, don’t banish me! I will do any other punishment that you are willing to put me through, but I am begging you, don’t banish me from Mirkwood.” Hands clasped in front of you, you fell down on your knees in front of him. Tears were lining your vision as slight panic settled into your body. You can’t get banished. You have family and friends in Mirkwood and where else are you supposed to go? The king raised an eyebrow, as you kneeled in front of him, pleading him for mercy. “You are willing to do anything?” You quickly nodded at his question. Hope filled your mind and soul as you stood up from the ground. Thranduil took a step closer to you. His right hand wiped a tear away, that escaped your eyes. Heat spread through your body at the realization of your close proximity.

“Show me how much you want my forgiveness.” He whispered, his fingers holding onto your chin. A shaky breath left your lips, as you let your eyes trail down to his own. The magnetic pull towards him was almost unbearable. The urge to just put your lips over his own and entangling your hands in his hair driving you crazy. You looked back up into his eyes, that were glistening over with unspoken want. Grasping his shirt, you quickly pulled him down, encasing his lips with your own. His hands held onto your waist, pulling you closer. You let your hands slowly trail from his chest to his neck, as you opened your mouth, letting your tongue entangle with his in a passionate kiss.

Thranduil separated from you. Your cheeks were bright red, as you took a few breaths to relax from the heated kiss. “Can’t you take more than a mere kiss Hiril vuin?” His head tilted to the side, as mockery dripped from every word he muttered. A huff left your lips. “I can take more than you think.” And with that you pulled him down once more, kissing him even more feverously than before. His grasp on you tightened, as he approached the armchair. Parting from you, he sat down on the plush furniture. His legs were slightly spread, as his arms leaned on the armrests. Your eyes trailed his form, until they stopped at the slight tent, that seemed to grow in his pants.

“Let’s see how well you listen to my orders now. Take off your clothes.” Your hands went to your shoulders. Fingers grazing over the fabric, you took your time pulling the sleeves off of your body. Your dress gently slid down your body, as it pooled on the ground. Eyes still focused on the king who sat in the armchair, you hooked your fingers into your panties. Pulling them down, you stepped out of the pile of clothes and began to approach Thranduil.   

His eyes trailed over your body, leaving a hot trail as they go. Your walls clenched around nothing, as you inspected him. “What do you wish me to do next my king?” A chuckle left his lips. His fingers motioning you over. “I want you to prove your statement. You said you can take more than I think, so I want to see how much you can really take.” Thranduil unbuttoned his pants, lifted his hips from the chair and discarded the garment on the ground. His cock was long and thick. A soft gasp left your lips. You moved down on your knees in front of him, your mouth mere inches away from his tip. “My king, will you allow me to take a taste?” Innocence laced your voice, as you looked at him through your lashes. He nodded at your suggestion.

At the approval, you wrapped your hand around his base. Your mouth encased his red tip, gently sucking on it. A shuddered breath came from Thranduil, as he held onto the back of your head with one hand, making you moan softly at his touch. You took more of him into your mouth, gagging slightly at the process. Your tongue stroked the vein of his cock as you slowly started to bop your head up and down, hand covering the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth. Groans could be heard from the elven king, as his piercing eyes stared at how well you took him with your mouth. Your walls clenched around nothing and you could feel your wetness almost drip onto the floor. Craving to be touched, you let your free hand wander to your clit. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Retreating your hand from yourself, you let out a sad whine. Thranduils hand pulled on your hair gently. You let his cock go with a ‘plop’ and tilted your head to the side, awaiting your new order. “Sit down.” He said, patting his thighs.

Standing up from the ground, you placed your legs on each side of his. Cold air hit your dripping core, making you gasp. Thranduils hands grasped your hips tightly as the tip of his cock grazed your swollen clit. A whine escaped your lips at the intimate touch. “I want you to ride me. Work for it and earn your orgasm.” His lips brushed against your ear. You took his cock into your hands and aligned it with your entrance. Slowly you sank down, the feeling of the stretch making you part your lips in a silent cry. A groan from Thranduils lips bounced off the walls. You tightly held onto his shoulders, as you let yourself settle down and embrace his sheer size inside you completely. He was longer and thicker than you expected. After a few seconds of letting your pussy adjust to his size, you started to slowly move up and down. The elven kings hand trailed up your body, to grasp your boobs and twirl your nipples between his fingers.

Moaning at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and completely filling you up, you connected your lips to his. The wet squelching sound of your pussy filled the small restricted area of the library. A familiar warmth spread through your lower region. Thranduil detached himself from your lips and leaned towards your ear. “Are you really already close? Is my cock so satisfying to you?” He gently bit into your elven ear, making you gasp out loudly. Your walls squeezed him tightly, welcoming him even deeper into your core. The king let his hand travel down your body, his fingertips gently leaving a trail. He drew circles on your swollen clit, making you arch your back.

The knot tightened, as your walls clenched on his dick. “Don’t cum yet. You have to wait. After all, it is still a punishment.” A whine left your lips at his words, only wishing to let the orgasm wash over you. “Please.” You begged him, as he even start to move his hips upwards, matching your rhythm. “What do you want Hiril vuin? Use your words.” “Please Thranduil, let me cum.” The sound of his name leaving your lips makes his dick twitch inside you. His hand grabbed your chin and pulled you in for another quick kiss. The heat that travels through your body is unbearable, as you try to hold back your orgasm. “You can cum Meleth Nin.” And with that, the knot unravelled and you came, squeezing his dick inside you. His big hands moved towards your hips, shoving you up and down on his dick at a relentless pace. Whining at the overstimulation, you buried your head in his neck. After a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitch, as he filled you up with his seed.

He continued to move inside you for a few more times, before pulling out. His cum mixed with your own slowly started to trickle out of your core. “Agórel vae Meleth Nin.” Thranduil held your warm face in his hand, thumb drawing circles onto your cheek. He gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Do you still wish to banish me my king?” You asked him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I think you proved that you definitely deserve my forgiveness Hiril vuin.”

[anamelessfool]

Papa's Metamorphosis

An interactive Adventure (hashtag #papas metamorphosis)

Dedicated to @cowbell-ghuleh and @ryuzatodraws-archive for their bold contributions to Ghost Plush Lore

One morning, as Papa Emeritus IV wakes from anxious dreams, he discovers that in bed he had been changed into a tiny, evil little doll.

It takes him a few moments of bleariness before the full realization; at first his assessment of the ceiling’s height hinted at the possibility that he had fallen to the floor in the night. He is a rough and restless sleeper, even before all the wine last night. He had been celebrating his recent elevation to Frater Imperator with his ghouls and several eager and very flexible Siblings of Sin, and at the time he admitted he is no spring chicken. Right now he feels stiff, out of place. There’s a certain numbness in his limbs that would normally launch him into a panicked web search of symptoms. The blankets have an odd heaviness to them that he struggles with as he attempts to reach for his phone. As he frees himself from the prison of blankets, his hand passes across his face and a cold feeling of terror darts across his body.

He doesn’t have a hand. Well, whatever hand he has now is a stubby stick arm of felt devoid of any grasping mechanism. He swears out loud but his voice doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. It’s small, far away, emitted by minuscule lungs. He tests out the arm again— yes, it is his, and he can flex the end like a mitten. He had never considered mittens to be terrifying before. But there’s a first time for everything.

He sits up and realizes the giant, soft wall behind him is actually his pillow. Somehow he has shrunk down in the night and at once he starts to sweat. Through past 3 AM anxiety web searching he learned that aging came with a small amount of height loss, but not like this. Overnight he’s become smaller than a ghoul chew toy.

He sits up, patting himself. What he’s experiencing has transcended any sort of logic and so he can’t even form a proper string of panicked thoughts. His whole body is soft, ominously squishy and apparently made of cheap black and orange felt. He reaches up to touch the top of his head and someone has left a tiny Santa-like felt hat on his head, as if to mock his predicament. Elf on a shelf? More like dead on this fucking bed. “Porca troia!” Papa swears and flails his stick arms. “What a fiasco!”

He drags himself from his bed and reveals equally stubby felt legs. Papa slept mostly in the nude, but now his delightfully furry body is transmuted into itchy felt and stuffing. His socks must have come off in the night, left under the covers as this curse took its toll on him as he slept. He pats himself again as if this time he would feel actual human flesh but no. His skin is now some sort of polyester suit that suggests clothing but raises a lot of existential questions he didn’t have yesterday.

He’s going to carry on. Maybe right here, right now he’s fucked but hey— he is an optimist when push comes to shove. He runs a magical Satanic Church. Sometimes one has to take the bad with the good. The random evil curses alongside the debauchery. Papa has a lot of friends…but he can’t forget his enemies.

He starts to pace, unnerved by how his new stick legs swing out and land on the mattress. His bed is now a vast mesa of red silk that needs to be crossed. What was he doing last night? There was the party, and the Siblings, and the Ghouls…Sister’s ghost looking annoyed while Papa Nihil snored way too loudly for an incorporeal entity. There was food, lots of juice and wine and juice and wine… but what else? In the back of his mind he has a memory of this rattling, this pounding sound…from where? From who?

Papa reaches the ledge of his bed and looks down at the floor below, shaking his head. He’s looking down into a canyon floor of marble and Oriental rugs. If anyone was going to figure this out, it had to be him. This entire situation is a nightmare at worst, an embarrassment at best. He squishes his body again, and it springs back in a way that bones and muscle don’t. He jumps off the side of the bed, hedging his bets on his entire body being made of stuffing and felt. Maybe it will work. Or maybe he’ll break every bone in his body and shuffle off this mortal coil. He hopes at the very least if this is how he goes, his ghost form won’t be a cursed little doll.

Papa bounces off the floor, gasping in wild panic but unharmed. He rights himself, replacing the stupid hat on his head for some unconscious reason. Maybe to remind himself of how much of a fucking fool he feels like right now. By the door to his bedroom (which is thankfully half open due to his fear of the dark) his rats shuffle and squeak in their cage, hungry for their breakfast. But he can’t reach much, being what he is now. They’ll have to wait while he figures this out.

He needs help, and thankfully there’s a few options.

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here's something short and goofy for you guys bc this song has been stuck in my head all morning.

“So, Eddie?” Steve asks while he, Robin, and Eddie are lounging around Family Video on a slow Tuesday afternoon.

“Yes, Stevie dear?” “Where did the ‘Big Boy’ thing come from?”

Steve watches as every bit of Eddie freezes under his gaze. 

“Uh..”

“Yeah, I’d like to know too, what’s up with that Munson?” Robin says, leaning forward on the counter beside Steve, pushing all of her right side into Steve’s left.

Poor Eddie.

“Oh, uh, well…” Eddie’s brow furrows for a moment before something seemingly comes to him in a moment. “You know how loud the rumor mill can be, Steve-o.”

“Whattya mean?” He knows what he means, he just wants to see what Eddie will say. He also knows It’s gotta be a tortuous question for the metalhead, especially one who’s crush is the one asking him. 

That was the other thing; after Eddie’s accidental pain-med induced schmoozing of Steve and the prompt forgettening of ever saying anything, Steve (and Robin) had come to the conclusion that he’s super into Eddie too.

Now it’s just a matter of getting Eddie to admit it, and having fun flirting and making him squirm a little in the meantime.

“Well, the phrase itself is from a song, but you do know your lovely conquests would talk, right?” The blush on his cheeks just makes him look cuter.

“And you believed them?” Robin states more than asks.

“Well there’s no way I’d ever know one way or the other!” Eddie laughs, his cheeks darkening.

Ignoring the myriad of things he could say to that, Steve instead asks “What song?”

“Huh? Oh, uhm, it’s from this random tape that Wayne picked up on the road a couple years ago. Has this weird art on the cover of some guy and like, skeletons and stuff? Dan something? It’s all yellow-y orange and blue..”

“That sounds so familiar…” Robin mumbles when Steve asks, “How does it go?”

“What?”

“The song.”

“Uh…” Eddie zones off into the distance and starts mumbling to himself.

Robin is still mumbling to herself too, “That sounds so familiar, what the hell?”

Eddie presumably finds the lyrics then, because he starts singing. “Big Boy, real cool, you can tell he’s no one’s fool, And he tries so hard to come off like a star.” Eddie starts dancing around in front of the counter, “You can tell by the way he combs his hair, by the cocky grin and that moody stare. By the way he leans and juts out his hip...” He sings, pointing at how Steve is doing exactly that.

Steve laughs, waving him off, “Okay, okay, I get it! You can st—”

“Elfman!” Robin calls out suddenly.

Steve and Eddie share a look. “Who’s an elf?”

“The Dan guy from your song, Elfman? Was his last name Elfman?”

Eddie snaps his fingers at her, “That’s it! Danny Elfman!” “The guy from Oingo Boingo!”

There are a few beats of silence.

“Don’t look at me like that, he’s the singer in Oingo Boingo! My parents love their stuff, and they did that song in Weird Science!”

“Which song?”

“..Weird Science.” she says as if that was obvious.

Something clicks in Steve’s head at the name, too. “Wait, I know I've seen that name somewhere else...” He rounds the counter and toward the shelf he knows the tape he's thinking of lives; it’s a goofy movie, he’s watched it before on some of his long solo shifts and it’s honestly kind of grown on him.

He grabs up the first copy he sees, one of the Family Video plastic clamshells, and brings it back to the counter, popping the tape into their tape player.

The opening credits start up, and at the title card: “Oh hey, Pee-Wee's Big Adventure! I love Pee Wee!” Eddie says, excitedly jumping up to sit on the counter in front of the TV (and Steve).

“Yeah you do..” Robin mumbles.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbles, elbowing her a bit harder than necessary, “Look.” he points up to the text on the screen. 

“Damn, this guy’s everywhere!”

“‘Music composed by Danny Elfman’. Holy shit! Good memory, Dingus!”

“Thanks! Now what is this about Eddie loving Pee Wee?”

[written-with-clouds]

Monstober Day 5: Orc/Elf (MinHwa)

Day 5/13

Summary: Seonghwa, an elven prince, seeks out Mingi, an orc employed by his father, for some help with something in his room.

CW: MDNI, Rough(ish) sex, face-fucking, size difference, belly bulge, talk of M-Preg

not beta read

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Seonghwa walks down the castle stairs into the back garden. He wanders for a while looking for a particular orc. In his search he stumbles upon Eden, another one of the orc’s his father, the elven king, had employed. He is trimming a hedge when Seonghwa nears, but by the dirty covering the knees of his pants, he was probably planting or weeding not too long ago. 

Eden notices him and bows. “Morning, my prince. What can I do for you?” 

Seonghwa smiles politely, “I’ve told you before Eden… Please just call me Seonghwa.” 

Eden shakes his head and smiles fondly, his tusks on full display, “and I’ve told you, that I can’t do that.” 

Seonghwa purses his lips, pouting, but his eyes glint playfully.  “I’m looking for Mingi, I have a task for him.” 

“Ah.. last I saw him, Mingi was helping cut some firewood.. should just be over by the courtyard.” 

“Thank you Eden.. and the garden looks beautiful, you’re doing an amazing job with it.” Seonghwa compliments. 

The orc Hangs his head bashfully. “Thank you, my prince.”

Just as Eden directed, Seonghwa finds Mingi by the courtyard placing a log on the chopping block. He’s taken his shirt off and tucked it in the back pocket of his pants. His torso shimmering with sweat and his muscles flexing as he lifts the ax above his head. It splits the log with a loud crack and Seonghwa startles back to reality. 

“Mingi, do you have a moment to spare? I require your help with something.” Seonghwa voices, crossing over to where the orc stands. 

Mingi sets the ax down, leaning it against the chopping block, and bows. “Good morning, my prince.” 

He straightens, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Seonghwa gulps, eyes following as one bead of sweat rolls down the orcs neck, between his pecs, and further past the muscles of his stomach. “My prince?” Mingi asks, bringing Seonghwa back to the moment. 

Seonghwa clears his throat. “Yes? Sorry.. my mind must have wandered for a moment..” 

“I simply asked what it was you needed me for.. I just finished choppin’ up the firewood.” Mingi smirks. 

“Ah.. yes… that. I need your help with something in my room. One of the shelves is dangerously close to falling off the wall and I need you to fix it.” 

“Lead the way,”

“Mmph… not that I’m.. complaining,” Mingi pants, breaking away from Seonghwa–who had pushed him against the nearest wall as soon as the bedroom door shut behind them and began planting fevered kisses against his mouth. “But I thought you needed a shelf fixed?” He asked, a teasing quirk in his brow. 

“Technically, yes.. but you didn’t see yourself… shirtless.. sweating..” Seonghwa licks up the side of Mingi's neck, standing on his toes to lick his earlobe into his mouth and tug it. 

Mingi growls, the sound vibrating through his chest. He dips, hooking his hands under Seonghwa’s ass and hoisting him up. In response, Seonghwa wraps his legs around Mingi’s waist and circles his arms around the orcs neck. He turns them, trapping Seonghwa between the wall and himself. 

“How do you think I feel? Watching you walk through the halls with your sheer tops and trousers that hug your ass perfectly.” He kneads Seonghwa’s behind for emphasis.

“Oh yeah?” Seonghwa whispers, lips brushing over Mingi’s in a teasing, feather light kiss, before pulling back. 

Mingi’s lips chase after Seonghwa’s, groaning when the elf turns his head away so Mingi kisses his cheek instead. He dips his head to Seonghwa’s neck, nipping at the exposed skin of his shoulder where the shirt had fallen down. 

“Yeah.. god sometimes I just wanna throw you over my shoulder and steal you away to my room.” Mingi husks, fumbling with one hand to remove Seonghwa’s shirt entirely. 

“What would you do with me then? Hmm?” Seonghwa shifts, pulling one arm free from the sleeve of his shirt and then the other. Mingi tosses the shirt aside and licks his lips. 

He licks the flat of his tongue over Seonghwa’s nipple, relishing in the quivering moan that leaves the elf’s lips. He looks up at Seonghwa through his lashes. “I would lock you away,” He flicks the nipple with the tip of his tongue, “keep you tied down to my bed with your ass in the air.” Mingi sucks the nipple into his mouth and releases it with a pop. “You’d be naked.. Stretched and ready for me every time I got back. And no matter how full of my cum you were, you’d still beg me for more.” 

“Nngh…” Seonghwa whimpers as Mingi sucks his nipple back into his mouth. He circles the nub with his tongue, licks it, and nips at it until it’s blushed red. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Seonghwa’s hips grind against Mingi’s lower stomach, his aching cock seeking pleasure from the ridges of Mingi’s muscles and his hands tangle into his hair.

“I’ve barely touched you… and you’re already so desperate for me?” Mingi mocks.

“Mingi~” Seonghwa whines, high pitched. The orc kisses up the length of Seonghwa’s shoulder and neck–being mindful of his tusks–before placing a final kiss against the corner of Seonghwa’s lips. 

“What is it baby? What does my prince need?” Mingi whispers, peppering more kisses against the elf’s mouth. 

“I wanna suck your cock…” Seonghwa says breathily. 

Mingi sets Seonghwa on the ground and turns, walking further into the room towards the bed. Sitting on the edge, he spreads his legs and leans back on his hands. Mingi tilts his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow at Seonghwa. He beckons the elven prince over with his finger, clicking his tongue and stopping Seonghwa after just one step. 

“Crawl to me.” Mingi orders, his voice low and gravely. He watches Seonghwa sink to his knees, their eyes locked on one another's as he crawls on all fours over to Mingi. He stops and sits back on his heels, blanketed by Mingi’s large legs. Mingi reaches down, caressing Seonghwa’s hair and the elf closes his eyes, leaning into the touch. “What a good prince…Now.. Take my dick out.” 

Seonghwa reaches up, undoing the lace of Mingi’s pants quickly–only slowing once when the lace’s tangled. He pulls Mingi’s length out, tucking the hem of his trousers below his balls. 

Mingi takes the base of his cock in hand, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” When Seonghwa complies, Mingi slaps his dick against the elf’s tongue. 

He slowly guides his length into Seonghwa’s mouth with a hand on the back of his head, praising him as he goes. “Such a good boy for me… you always take my cock so well baby.” As the tip of his dick reaches the back of Seonghwa’s throat, the elf gags slightly, jerking back a tiny bit before Mingi shoves him back down. 

“Take it baby… I know you can” Mingi coaxes, “Just let your throat relax… Yeah, just like that” He holds Seonghwa down on his cock for a few moments longer before letting him up. Mingi’s length slips out of Seonghwas mouth as he coughs and pants. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears and his mouth is slick with saliva. Mingi lets him catch his breath, waiting for the elf to give him a sign that he’s ready. That sign comes in the form of Seonghwa licking hungrily up the underside of Mingi’s dick before swallowing him whole again. 

He bobs his head over the tip, wrapping a hand around the base and jerking Mingi in twisting motions. Seonghwa moans around Mingi, his tongue swirling over the cockhead and licking the slit. His eyes flutter shut at the heady taste of Mingi’s precome coating his tongue. 

Above him, Mingi groans. His head is tipped back and throaty moans pour out of him. Mingi’s hips thrust into Seonghwa’s mouth, pushing himself deeper. “Fuuuck, baby… Your mouth is heavenly…”

Seonghwa works his hand below the waist of his pants, stroking himself as much as the tight fabric will allow. He whines desperately around Mingi when the orc places a large hand on either side of his head, holding it steady as he starts rolling his hips into the heat of his mouth. Seonghwa braces the hand previously wrapped around Mingi on the orc’s thigh and focuses on breathing steadily through his nose while letting his jaw relax. Mingi speeds up, fucking into Seonghwa’s throat. 

Seonghwa shimmies his pants down as best he can, pulling his dick out. He runs his hand over the tip, collecting his precome and using it to ease the slide of his hand. He strokes his cock in time with Mingi’s thrusts. 

“You…. like sucking me… this much?” Mingi teases between harsh pants. “Look at you… ahh fuuck… so worked up that… that you gotta s-stroke your pretty little cock?” 

“Mmnghh,” Seonghwa moans around Mingi as the orc continues to shove his cock down Seonghwa’s throat. 

Suddenly, Mingi growls as he pulls his dick out of Seonghwa’s mouth and hooks his hands under his arms, lifting Seonghwa and tossing him on the bed. Mingi follows, climbing between Seonghwa’s legs and reaching over him to grab the oil from the bedside table drawer. Seonghwa shimmies his pants off completely, tossing them away to join his forgotten shirt, while Mingi spreads the oil over his cock and along Seonghwa’s hole. Mingi grips the base of his cock and lines it up with Seonghwa’s entrance, pushing the tip against the rim. 

He pushes past the rim, sliding in easily. “Mmm, you’re still stretched open for me from last night sweetheart… my cock slides in so easily.. Can you feel it inside you? Reaching all the way up to here?” Mingi husks. He places a hand over the bottom of Seonghwa’s stomach, pressing lightly. 

“God you’re so big!” Seonghwa moans, nodding feverishly. “Yes! Fuck… I can feel it, feel you so deep in me!” He rocks his hips down, rolling them against Mingi’s pelvis and fucking the orc’s cock into him. “Please! Move.. I need it!” 

“How can I refuse a prince?” Mingi whispers, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on Seonghwa’s lips before straightening and grabbing Seonghwa’s hips. Mingi lifts his hips off the bed as he begins to fuck into Seonghwa. In this position, Mingi gets the best view of the elf. His face twisted in pleasure, the blush that turns him red from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest, his cock as it leaks precome over the plains of his stomach. And Mingi’s favorite sight, the bulge in Seonghwa’s stomach every time that he thrusts home. 

Seonghwa moans loudly every time Mingi thrusts into him and brushes against his prostate. His hands frantically search for purchase in the sheets, above his head, over Mingi’s hands on his waist, and then back in the sheets again. His eyes are half lidded and glossy. 

“My… perfect prince,” Mingi pants out between thrusts, “so perfect… made just for me.. For my cock.” 

“Nngh… yes.. Yours! I'm yours!” Seonghwa moans, “Only you make me feel this good! Hngh… fuuck..pleasepleaseplease!” 

“What is it baby?” Mingi teases, “What do you need?”

“Wanna cum,” the elf whines. Mingi smirks and slows his hips to a leisurely roll. Seonghwa whimpers, “No… Don’t stop..mmngh!  I was so close..” 

Mingi shushes him, pulling out completely and laying beside Seonghwa. He turns the elf so that he is laying on his side, his back to Mingi, and hooks Seonghwa’s leg over his bent bent knee, keeping him spread. They both moan as Mingi slides back into Seonghwa and starts rolling his hips again. It’s not as fast as the other position, but like this Mingi can caress Seonghwa’s body. One large hand snakes under Seonghwa’s side, reaching up to tease his nipple, while the other grips the elf’s cock. 

“Oh baby…” Mingi husks against Seonghwa’s ear, “You’ve made such a mess of yourself..”

“Mingi~” Seonghwa whines, “Don’t tease..” He buries his face into a pillow, a surprised gasping moan leaving his lips as Mingi begins to stroke his dick. Mingi wrings him from base to tip, dips his hand below to roll Seonghwa’s balls in his hand and repeats. Seonghwa writhes against him, simultaneously fucking himself back against Mingi and fucking into the orc’s fist. His loud, desperate, moans are muffled by the pillow. 

“Still wanna cum baby?” Mingi asks, chuckling at the elf’s feverish nodding and answering whine. “Go ahead… you can cum baby.”

Mingi’s lips latch onto the exposed line of Seonghwa’s neck, sucking until a hickey forms over the pale skin. His fist quickens over the elf’s dick, focusing on stimulating the tip–where Seonghwa’s most sensitive–while his hips shift to rub past his prostate more easily. 

Seonghwa twitches against Mingi, his body trembling as he curls in on himself slightly and releases a strangled “Nngh!” and cums over the Mingi’s hand and the sheets. 

“Such a good boy..” Mingi praises, placing a kiss behind Seonghwa’s ear. The elf slumps against him, moaning weakly as Mingi’s thrusts quicken. “I know baby… just bear with it for a little longer..” 

Seonghwa twists, hooking an arm around Mingi’s head and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. They pant into each other, as Mingi stills, filling Seonghwa with his cum. The elf sighs contentedly into Mingi’s mouth, his hand splaying over top of his stomach. 

“If you.. If you keep filling me up like this, I might just get pregnant..” Seonghwa pants, a blissful smile on his face. 

“Don’t tempt me, my prince…” Mingi groans, pulling out his softening dick slowly. 

Seonghwa whimpers from overstimulation, “Would you like that? To see my stomach swell with your children.. To then see our kids running around the castle grounds?” 

“It sounds like you’ve thought of it more than I have.” Mingi covers the both of them with a spare blanket as Seonghwa turns to face him, laying his head against the orc’s chest. 

“Maybe I have…” Seonghwa shrugs, yawning loudly. 

“Rest, my prince… I'll wake you in a little while.” Mingi kisses his forehead gently as Seonghwa closes his eyes. His breathing evens out not long after as he drifts to sleep, safe in Mingi’s arms.

Series Masterlist

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Look

@jegulus-microfic August 12, Word count 642

Previous part First Wolfstar part

“James,” He breathed, still reeling over the information he’d learnt and the supposed prophecy. 

“Seriously, how did that book even get into the pile? I didn’t put it there, and I’m sure you didn’t. Why would you pick out a book on forestry? You wouldn’t, so how did it get there?” James was still ranting about his wasted time on the wrong book. 

“James!” Regulus snapped, getting James’s full attention. “I found it. I found the way to defeat Voldemort. And there was also this weird…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as James strode around the desk and lifted him into the air. 

“You are amazing,” James beamed at him. Regulus felt slightly precarious, he tilted forward a fraction. His hands flew up to steady himself and landed on James’s chest. He could feel the strong muscles beneath his fingers and the vibrations rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “I can’t believe you did it. So now all we need to do is figure out how to speak parseltongue.” James spun Regulus around in a circle before gently placing him back on his feet. “Come on let’s have a break. I’m sure Flitsy will have dinner ready any moment,” He took out his watch and checked the time. “Yep, she’ll be after us any second to get us out of here and force us to eat whatever delicious meal she’s made,”

“We don’t have time, we need to keep looking for answers,” Regulus argued. James’s hands were still on his waist and he was beginning to feel flustered. 

“I don’t think we have a choice in the matter. She will hunt you down with a wooden spoon. She’s done it before. One time, Sirius and I were,” James started, but Regulus pushed his hands away from him and stormed back into the shelves of books. “What’s wrong? Did I say something?” James called after him, but he ignored it. He shook his head to get rid of the ridiculous notion that James felt anything for him at all. To James, he was just Sirius’s death eater little brother, nothing more. He was stupid for hoping for anything else. But when James had picked him up and spun him around. 

He slammed his hand onto a shelf. The skin stung where he’d made contact. “Hey, what’s going on?” James had followed him. 

“Nothing,” He muttered. “There’s just so much to do,” He took the nearest book off the shelf, ‘Look into my crystal ball’. He quickly shoved it back, he’d had enough of prophecy and the like for today. 

“Don’t lie, Regulus. Something is eating you up inside, I can see it. What’s wrong?” James crowded him. He couldn’t move apart from pushing back into the bookcases. “You can trust me, Regulus, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to,” James looked at him kindly, and he didn’t know if it was his smell, the warmth or the fact that he was exhausted and just wanted something good for a change.  Regulus reached up, put one hand on the back of James’s neck and the other on his cheek and brought him closer. 

He pressed his lips to James’s and he melted. James inhaled sharply, but then his hands came up and grabbed hold of Regulus’s hips, dragging him closer with his strong hands. He kissed Regulus back and Regulus could have cried. 

“Dinner is being ready! No more playtime, Master James," James stepped away from Regulus and turned to the house elf. 

“Yes, Flitsy,” She waited for them to move, tapping a wooden spoon on the side of her leg for emphasis. Regulus was in shock. He couldn’t believe James Potter had just kissed him back and when James took his hand and led him from the library towards the dining room, his stomach did a happy little flip. 

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[buckyshairstylist]

Heyyy!! Could I request a Tony Stark x Reader? I was kinda Thinkin maybe she’s a little bit on the 𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘮 shorter side, obv a legal adult. Just kinda him (teasingly) poking at her for it lmao

Thank you so much for this request, anon! This is the fluffiest thing I’ve written in a while and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy it!

My Little Fairy

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are short and hate asking your boyfriend for help. Tony loves teasing you about it.

CW: not proofread. none really; lighthearted teasing, pet names (dear, baby, honey, etc.) and fluff

WC: 688

If there was one thing that you hated more than anything in the universe, it was having to ask your boyfriend for help. More specifically, you hated having to ask him for help to reach something that you couldn’t.

Tony wasn’t very tall himself, standing at around 5’8, but he was definitely taller than you, and he relished it.

So to avoid his relentless teasing, you decided to climb onto the counter. Unfortunately for you, Tony had anticipated something like this and installed a protocol requiring Friday to be a snitch. And unlike the possibility of it being Peter, who could be threatened with the classic "snitches end up in ditches," Friday was an AI and therefore could not be threatened and intimidated.

"I thought I said not to be climbing on the counters."

You yelped and nearly lost your footing, turning to face Tony, who leaned against the doorway with a smirk. You stammered for a few seconds, clearly trying to come up with some excuse as to why you had to climb onto the counter.

“Tony, you know I wouldn't be on the counter without a good reason."

"Mhm. That's why I can't wait to hear it,” he said cheerfully.

Your face flushed as you lowered your head, trying to think of some way to convince him that you just had to be on the counter.

“I needed to change the lightbulb,” you blurted.

“Oh really?” Tony raised a brow.

“Yes! Yes, and in order to change it, I had to stand on the counter.”

“Uh-huh. Come down from there, dear. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Tony crossed the room, placing his hands on your hips before helping you down. You looked up at him, finding that he was already looking at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What do you need?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t be stubborn, baby. What do you need?” Tony raised a brow.

“Tony—“

“Don’t argue with me. What do you need?” Tony repeated more firmly, earning a huff from you.

“Top shelf, on the right.”

Tony grabbed the box, handing it to you. “I don’t mean to question you, dear, but why is there an unmarked cardboard box in our cabinet?”

“It’s full of spices,” you shrugged, setting it on the counter and opening it.

Tony hummed, leaning against the counter. You glanced at him, noticing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes.

“Tony—“

“Honey, I’ve gotta ask. I’ve put it off for over a year, but I’ve got to know the answer to this very important question.”

You leaned against the counter, staring up at him with your arms folded over your chest, waiting. Tony pecked your lips and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Was your first house a dollhouse? It had to be with as tiny as you are.”

You inhaled deeply through your nostrils, visibly trying to remain as calm as you could.

“No, my first house wasn’t a dollhouse, honey,” you responded with all the patience you could muster.

“Ah, so it was the North Pole.”

“The North Pole?” you questioned, trying to figure out where he could possibly take that.

“Yes! You’re Santa’s little elf.”

You were sure by the way Tony burst into a fit of laughter that your face had fallen comically into an unamused expression.

“Tony.”

“You know, you’re my favorite elf. Far better than the one that resembled Steven Tyler in The Polar Express.”

You groaned.

“Or would you be more like the trolls that live under bridges? Sprites?” He continued with his teasing as you glared at him.

“Tony, I swear—“

“No, no, I’ve got it — you’re my little fairy. Tiny, magical, and beautiful.”

You ducked your head to hide your blush, mumbling a barely coherent “shut up” as you did so. Tony giggled, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“You know I don’t mean anything by it when I tease you, right?”

“I know,” you smile at him. “It’s all in fun.”

“Indeed it is, my little fairy.”

“So now I’m a mythical creature?”

“Well, you’re certainly not earthly. You put up with me every day and still love me.”

[nevesmose]

I'm trying to get into other legions rather than staying in my comfortable Night Lords rut the entire time, so I revisited The Reflection Crack'd after a few years and there may just have been too many memes. Too much water under the bridge.

Setting that aside for a moment, it's in all honesty a pretty interesting story about the ECs trying to hold things together in their own special way as all the structures they've known collapse around them and metamorphose into something very different. A solid 8/10 I would say.

There's also the part where Lucius calls an emergency meeting because he suspects an impostor is among them.

But if you've come this far you must want the fun bits. Anyway here's Elf Fulgrim descending from his shelf.

More eldar than the eldar, is there anything our boy can't do? Honestly just made me picture him looking like albino Link though. And this did get a chuckle out of me.

But enough prevaricating about the bush. Yes, there is a lengthy "That's So McNeill" bewilderingly horny torture sequence and it would be remiss of me not to share the fun.

Black Library editors were either asleep at the wheel or very intensely focused at this point and I can't tell which. "Oh there's no way that can be what I think it is, surely it's just a passing reference, Graham wouldn't really do it, he's just a funny little guy..."

I'm messing with you just a little bit by including Fulgrim's line because it's ostensibly about considering the true earliest origins of humanity, but I mean... come on. And then Marius works his device into position with a series of grunts.

40K really is the setting that has everything, isn't it? Anyway, in the end all is well and they decide to go and annoy Perturabo.

[crushedsweets]

WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

[serickswrites]

Elf on the Shelf

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, gag, threat of torture, blood, wounds, stabbing, unconsciousness, used as bait, rescue, hospital

Everything was wrong. Everything was wrong and Caretaker didn't know how to make it right.

It had started with them getting into an argument with Whumpee and Whumpee storming off, mumbling something about going for a walk to clear their head. Caretaker hadn't noticed how much time had passed because they were trying to clear their head. Whumpee had been right, of course, but Caretaker needed to cool off before trying to apologize. It was only when Caretaker realized it was dark and Whumpee still hadn't returned what had happened.

It didn't take them long to get to Whumper's compound. Caretaker knew that Whumper was using Whumpee as bait for a trap, but they couldn't leave Whumpee to be tortured to death at Whumper's hand. And so they walked into the compound knowing very well that they would not likely leave, but Whumpee would.

That was wrong too.

Caretaker found Whumpee bound and gagged in the center of a room with Whumper. Whumper loosely gripped a knife in their hand as they circled Whumpee.

"Let them go," Caretaker called, not daring look Whumpee in the eye. They couldn't bear to see the terror in Whumpee's eyes.

"You know what I want, Caretaker. Are you going to give it to me?" Whumper stopped as they stood in front of Whumpee, obstructing Caretaker's view of Whumpee.

"Yes. Let them go and you can keep me." Caretaker ignored Whumpee's muffled cries of protest. If they could do one thing right today, it would be to save Whumpee. They could do that.

"Just like that?" Whumper began to smile.

Caretaker nodded. "Just like that. Now let them go, Whumper."

"Ok," Whumper said with a wicked smile and they plunged their blade into Whumpee's stomach and pulled. Blood poured from the wound as Whumpee screamed in agony. "You never specified if I had to let them go while they were alive, Caretaker. That's on you for not using your words."

Caretaker lunged at Whumper. They were going to end Whumper. They were going to make Whumper pay. They were going to stop Whumper and get Whumpee to help. And then they could say they were sorry. They would never stop saying they were sorry so long as Whumpee lived.

Whumper was easily overpowered and knocked out. But Caretaker wasn't quick enough. By the time they had gotten Whumper settled and were ready to free Whumpee, Whumpee was barely hanging on.

"Baby, I'm sorry, hold on. Baby, I've got you," Caretaker said through their tears as they made their way over to Whumpee. Whumpee was slumped over in the chair, their front shiny with blood. Their eyes were barely open and Caretaker could see Whumpee struggle to take shallow breaths.

Caretaker removed the gag first. "I'm so sorry. Whumpee, baby, so sorry," they sobbed.

"'s 'kay," Whumpee whispered. They blinked heavily as they swallowed.

"Save your strength. I'll get you out of here. And I'll get you to a doctor. And you'll be right as rain. Just stay with me, baby."

Whumpee blinked once more as Caretaker began to untie them. "Almost there, just a little more," Caretaker murmured as they unwound the coils of rope.

In their haste to free Whumpee, Caretaker knocked the hilt of the blade. Whumpee screamed once, the terrible sound ripping itself from their throat, and they went completely limp. "Baby," Caretaker said as they tapped Whumpee's cheek. "Open your eyes. Baby, stay with me. Whumpee!"

But Whumpee didn't open their eyes. Their body slumped forward as Caretaker removed the last of their bindings. "Hold on, hold on, I've got you. Hold on."

Caretaker repeated the mantra over and over. Repeated it for so long they had to believe it was true. It had to be true. They couldn't stand the thought of failing Whumpee one final time.

And so Caretaker kept a silent vigil at Whumpee's bedside. They hadn't moved from the uncomfortable hospital chair that the kind nurse had shown them to. Hadn't moved from Whumpee's side. Hadn't moved because they couldn't. They couldn't leave Whumpee alone. The last time Whumpee had been alone, Whumper had taken them. And Caretaker couldn't let the enemy lurking in the shadows take Whumpee now. So long as Caretaker kept watch over Whumpee, death couldn't claim them.

"Stay with me, baby. I'm here. I've got you. You're safe," Caretaker whispered to the silent room. "Please, Whumpee. Stay for me."

[dell-amor-te]

“A Conversation For Another Day”

Otherwise known as my Veilguard30 Day 3: Race entry, but I used it as an excuse to write some Dadcanis.

Word Count: 2,001.

Warning(s): Mildy suggestive language. Very mild.

Pairing: F!Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte.

Summary: Putting her daughter to bed turns into more of a struggle than Nöa is prepared for.

“Alright, da’len, are you ready for bed?”

Nöa smiled as she watched her daughter scurry back and forth across the breadth of her bedroom, setting toys where they belonged for the night. This was entirely her daughter’s rule, mind you. Not a rule inflicted upon the five year old by her mother or father’s design.

A giant stuffed crow had to go back to its nest (her bookshelf, on the highest shelf she could reach) for the night. Any books she had pulled from their homes also had to go back. Any pieces added to her personal art collection were also collected and replaced as she saw fit: on her little writing desk by her garden window, on top of her dresser, in the sill of another window.

Nöa chuckled, watching from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.

“That’s everything! I’m ready.”

With judgment passed and her declaration made, the half-elf made for her bed. Everyday the girl grew and grew and grew, the more and more and more that her parents’ decision to name her Judex proved itself truer and truer and truer.

Nöa joined her daughter, taking a seat on the side of the bed while Judex herself made herself comfortable under the covers.

“Mama, I have a question.”

“Ask away.”

“You’re an elf.” Judex said pointedly.

Nöa blinked before recovering from her surprise, laughing softly. “Last I checked, yes.”

“And baba is a human.”

“Also guilty as charged.”

“And your baba is human, too.”

“And my mama was an elf.” Nöa finished for her.

“But you’re all elf and I’m not. How come?”

You know, if someone had told her before she became a mother that moments like this came along with it, she would have made up her mind about having children a lot sooner in life than she did. Who else would ask such a question entirely out of nowhere other than her daughter?

Nöa nodded thoughtfully, considering her words carefully. “Well, little lady, that’s because your baba and I made you ourselves.” She said evenly, brushing her fingers through her daughter’s curly hair. “Your baba gave you to me, and I grew you in me.”

She chose each of her words carefully, lest Judex’s quick mind ask questions she wasn’t old enough to have proper answers for.

“Did nonno not give nonna you?” The little girl’s brow scrunched thoughtfully.

Nöa sighed. To her credit, she suppressed the way her mouth wanted to cringe. “Da’len, I’ll be honest with you, you know how there are some things that you’re not quite ready to learn yet?”

Judex nodded seriously, hugging the colorful sash-turned-sling-turned-comfort-blanket that had once belonged to Bellara tightly. “Like how you mix your poisons. But I can know what plants they come from so I don’t hurt myself.”

“Like that.” Nöa nodded proudly. “That is one of them, my little fledgling.” She told her. “I had a mama and baba who made me, but they couldn’t keep me. I never met them. I was barely a week old when they were taken from me.”

“You mean they died.”

“Yes.”

“That’s sad. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Judex. Jude, Jude, Jude.” Nöa’s heart swelled as she hugged her daughter. “Fledgling, you’re too sweet sometimes. It is sad. I would have liked to meet them, and I would have liked for them to meet you, too. But, I got to meet mama and baba, and then because of that path, I got to meet your baba and all of your aunts and uncles. I got to have you. I wouldn’t trade that, even as much as I wish I could have known them.” She kissed Judex’s mess of hair. “I hope that answers your question.”

“It does.” Judex paused. “Can I ask another?”

“Of course.”

“Since you and baba can make your own babies, does that mean you’ll make me a brother or sister?”

“Alright, Jude. Time for bed.” Nöa rose swiftly, moving to tuck the little half-elf into the knotted blanket that enveloped her bed.

“Mama!”

“No, no, no!” Nöa chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “It’s past time for you to go to bed.”

“You know I won’t go to sleep.”

“Yes, I know. But it’s passed time, and I gave you extra time.”

“Fine.” The girl said capriciously. “Love you, mama.”

“I love you, too, da’len. Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t.”

She would. And Nöa knew she would. The poor girl was a living example that sleeping habits could, apparently, be genetic. And she had inherited her father’s instead of Nöa’s own.

A Dreamer who rarely slept. A joke even Nöa couldn’t have conceived of herself.

Well, she had conceived said Dreamer, but…

Nöa shook her head, releasing the spell that kept the candles illuminated in her daughter’s room, before leaving her beloved child to her nightly routine. Once the bedroom door was closed between them, Nöa chuckled to herself.

As she made her way to her own bedroom, the elf hummed to herself. A Dalish poem her mother used to recite to her, one she now recited to Judex when the girl couldn’t sleep.

Dalish, Antivan, Nevarran.

While the girl may have taken a great deal after her father in a great deal of ways—a fact Nöa adored—she had her mother’s voracious hunger for knowledge. Both parents had made a conscious effort to teach her about each piece of her heritage, they had even since before her birth.

Her father loved speaking to her in Antivan—whether he was explaining a recipe, reciting an old nursery rhyme he had been taught at her age, or simply giving her a stream of consciousness presented in his own tongue.

Nöa taught her elven and Nevarran. From history lessons, to the names of things as compared to their names in other languages, anything and everything. The girl was a sponge, so alike her mother in that way, and yet Nöa could only dream of what it was like to have the mind of a Dreamer.

She hummed at the thought, strolling toward her own bedroom to retire for the night. Unlike her daughter, Nöa would be impressed if she was still awake by the time her head hit her pillows. She yawned just imagining it.

She practically snuck into her room, closing the door behind her, her hand lingering on the knob for a moment.

“That took longer than usual.” Lucanis noted.

“When did you get home?” Nöa asked excitedly, face alighting at the unexpected sight of her husband. “I thought you weren’t due back until tomorrow.”

“Just after you went into her room. Viago is finishing things, so I took my chance to cut and run early.” He chuckled as she made herself comfortable against his chest, snaking his arm around her shoulders to pull her in all the closer before they shared a kiss. “I also reminded him that of the two of us, I actually married my love. Once he does the same with Teia, maybe I won’t use it against him anymore.”

“Oh, but then you’re still the only one with a daughter to get home to.”

“A very good point, anima mia. But I don’t know if I want to strike that particular nerve.”

“Well, it’s not like they minded asking us when we were going to get around to it.”

“And it’s not like you had any trouble telling them exactly when.” He smirked.

“If you’re going to ask a question like that, you should be ready for the answer.”

“Fair enough.” He chuckled. “However, I suppose it’s not surprising that he’s a little hesitant about it. Wouldn’t you be the slightest bit nervous to ask the king for permission to marry?”

“Not if I could easily kill said royal father, no. Definitely not if I was proposing marriage to Andarateia Cantori, no.” Nöa said definitively. “Besides, I had to perform the banns with Illario when I married you.”

“You didn’t have to.” Lucanis reminded her, kissing each of her knuckles before lacing his fingers in the spaces between hers, smiling knowingly. “You wanted to. Because you’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

“I do.” He kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

Nöa hummed before kissing him back.

“So, what took so long tonight?” He asked her once they had both properly shown the other just how much they had been missed.

“She had questions.” Nöa told him, sighing.

“Oh? And what did our diavolina come up with tonight?”

“Oh, nothing too crazy. I did narrowly avoid the classic how babies are made talk.”

Lucanis nearly sputtered. “What?”

“She wanted to know why we both had parents who are elven and human, and yet I’m a full elf and she’s only half.”

“Ah.” He nodded, relaxing. “And…did she accept your answer?”

“For now.” Nöa confirmed, absently picking at a loose thread at the edge of their bed covering. “I very carefully explained that sometimes people can make children, and sometimes people can’t. And that some of those people that can’t will choose to take care of someone else’s children.”

A pause. Very uncharacteristic of his wife, Lucanis noted.

The Crow raised an eyebrow. “She had another question, didn’t she?”

Nöa nodded deliberately, her pursed before giving her rather coy response. “She did then follow it up by asking when we were going to make her a brother or sister since we can clearly make our own.”

Lucanis snorted, then laughed properly. He could imagine their daughter, in her tiny but confident voice, asking such a thing.

“She gets that from you.” Lucanis told her.

“Yeah, right. Just like she got her sleeping habits from you.” More seriously, she added: “I’m…not opposed to the idea.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Nöa nodded. “Although I do hope we don’t start trying this time only to find out I’m already pregnant. Again.”

Lucanis shrugged. “What are the odds of it happening twice?”

“A terrible question to ask where we’re involved, vhenan.”

“So much for being married to the Lucky Hare.” He feigned a sigh.

“Ha, that’s only where the Venatori are involved, I’m afraid.” She smiled against his lips. “Are you sure you want this?”

“How exactly did you tell our daughter we went about bringing her into the world, hm?”

“I told her that we made her together, and then you gave her to me.”

He smiled before kissing her tenderly. “Is that how you see it?”

“Lucanis, love, unlike our daughter, I’m not five. I know how it works.” She thought for a moment. “But…I suppose just because it’s poetic doesn’t mean it’s entirely inaccurate.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed her again, more hungrily this time. “I’ll give you another. And another. As many as you want.”

“Crows and rooks usually have similar sized clutches, you know. Anywhere from three to six.”

“Well, maybe not as many as you want, then.” He teased.

“Oh, definitely not six. Or five. Or four.”

“Three?” He suggested. “Or two?”

“I…think I could live with three.” She decided after a moment of thought, eyes set on studying him. “What about you?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be the perfect number?”

They shared another kiss, deeper, more lingering. And then another, and then another, and then Nöa was pushing him down on the bed.

“Should we get to work?”

“No time like the present, right?”

Not a moment later, the sound of something breaking stopped them both in their tracks. Nöa sighed against her husband’s lips, drawing back, her hand still against his chest.

“Judex Panöwen Antonella Aldwir Volkarin-Dellamorte!” Lucanis called, his voice lacking an edge beyond the slightest reprimand, his accent thick and pronunciation quick.

A beat.

“It was an accident!”

Nöa chuckled, shaking her head. “Maybe just one for a little while longer.” She suggested as her husband pulled himself away to go and see what their inquisitive only daughter had gotten herself into this time.

“Maybe just one until this one’s fifteen.” Lucanis shot back.

Their second daughter would be born within the year.

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Elf Emergency

Summary- Olive accidentally touches the Elf on a shelf and Paisley is afraid the elf is going to lose its magic.

Word Count- 700

A/N- Merry Christmas! I got this request like an hour ago and thought I'd write something quick because I loved it so much.

Olive didn’t mean to, it was a complete accident, she had bumped the elf while trying to reach a cookie, which she had permission to be doing. Paisley was sitting at the counter coloring while you were cleaning the girl’s playroom and Jack was in his home studio.

As soon as Olive’s hand bumped the elf, she looked over at Paisley and burst into tears. At the sound of her sister crying, Paisley looked up from her coloring page.

“What’s wrong?” Paisley asked, climbing off her chair and walking over to Olive. 

“The Elf.” Olive said in-between her crying.

“The Elf?” Paisley asked and Olive nodded, pointing to the elf she accidently knocked over, Paisley looked up and gasped.

“You touched it!” Paisley said, stepping back from the elf so she didn’t accidently touch it too. “Olive, you can’t touch the elf, now it’s going to lose its magic!”

“I didn’t mean to! It was, it was.” Olive said, not knowing how to pronounce accident.

“An accident?” Paisley asked and Olive nodded immediately.

“Yeah that.”

“Go get Mommy, I’ll go get Daddy, they will know how to fix this, don’t touch the elf again.” Paisley said, both of them running their separate ways.

“Daddy! Olive touched the elf!” Paisley yelled as she ran towards the studio.

“Mommy.” Olive said quietly, sniffling as she tried to calm herself down.

“Yes baby?” You asked, turning towards her. “What’s wrong, are you okay?” You asked as you noticed her crying. Olive walked over to you, and you picked her up, rubbing her back as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“I-I touched the elf.” Olive admitted, sniffling as she talked.

“Why’d you do that?” You asked her softly.

“Didn’t mean to. Was getting a cookie.” Olive said, and you sighed softly, you had forgotten the elves were set up right next to the cookies, making tiny cookies of their own, when you told Olive she could get one.

“It’s okay Liv, let’s go take a look, okay?” You asked and Olive nodded hesitantly, hugging onto you tightly.

“Don’t want them to lose magic.” Olive said.

“You didn’t mean to, I’m sure they will understand.” You tried to reason with her, but reasoning with an upset 3-year-old was difficult.

You walked into the living room, finding Jack and Paisley looking at the elves. As you walked over to them Olive reached out for Jack who took her from you.

“Should we fix them?” Paisley asked.

“NO!” Olive yelled out immediately. “No touching.”

“What if we use a fork or something?” You asked and both girls nodded. 

“Daddy, that’s your job.” Paisley told him and he nodded, handing you back Olive as he found a fork.

The three of you watched as Jack carefully moved the elf with the fork, all four of you giggling as Jack lifted the elf back up and its face was covered with flour, it had fallen face first into the pile of flour you and Jack set out the night before. Jack finished fixing the elf before putting the fork in the sink.

“All better?” Jack asked.

“Is it going to lose its magic?” Paisley asked, and Jack thought for a second.

“No, it was an accident. I’m sure the elf understands.” Jack told her.

“But how will it know it was an accident?” Paisley asked Jack and he thought again.

“Should we write a letter? That way they will know for sure.” Jack said and both girls nodded excitedly.

“Yeah, a letter!” Olive smiled, you wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“I’ll help you while Daddy goes back to his meeting.” You told the girls and they nodded, you carried Olive over to the counter, setting her in a chair while Paisley climbed back into hers. 

You helped both girls write their letters since they both wanted to write their own, insisting it would be better then only writing one.

Jack walked back into his office, sitting in front of his laptop again.

“Sorry, there was an Elf emergency.” Jack apologized, him and his team laughing softly before getting back to the meeting.

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