#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)!

[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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[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.���

[enwoso]

naughty elf | alessia russo x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 1

based on this request

when alessia first saw the idea of doing elf on the shelf for the month until christmas, she thought it would be a cute wholesome idea and since you were a little older you would probably become a fond memory to look back on in years to come.

the key word however was thought, as she was now wondering why nobody told how much work it was to do in such a small amount of time. now she knew why not everyone did it with their children.

but still alessia was determined to finish it, and with only ten days left she was sure she could pull through. so after a bit of a gruelling day, a long day of training for the champions league match in a few days time and an even harder job of trying to put you to bed after the excitement of santa visiting your nursery today.

still though she managed and the clock had just struck half nine. walking into the lit kitchen the blonde made a beeline for the coffee machine, putting a coffee pod in and her mug in as she pressed the button to start.

alessia then went to find the elf — who you had named for some unbeknownst reason elvis — who had spent the day pinned to the wall with tape as little drawn flames were below him and a sticky note saying: 'the floor is lava'

but before she had to get her coffee from the machine her phone started to ring, a small huff coming from her as she had to backpedal and go back into the living room to get it.

seeing the screen light up a warm smile coming over her features seeing it was her mum calling, "hi mum"

"hi alessia, are you okay?" carol, alessia's mum asked as alessia wandered back into the kitchen to finally get her hands on her hot coffee which by now which just be edging the warm stage.

"yeah, i'm just doing lovie's elf and then gonna have an early night" alessia smiled as she placed her phone on the kitchen counter pressing it so her mum was on speaker as she added the sugar into her coffee.

"elf? what elf?" carol questioned as a small laugh came from alessia as she could imagine the confused look on her mums face.

"like an elf on the shelf?" alessia tried as she knew her mum knew what one was, but the other end of the line stayed silent. "mum! you used to do one for me, giorgio and luca when we were a similar age to lovie”

a chuckle came over alessia as she heard her mums realisation hum through the line, "oh yes, how lovely. i bet tiny is loving that" carol said as alessia moved around her kitchen getting what she needed as her mum carried on with their little catch up.

alessia had decided that for day 15 was had saw a cute idea of the elf sledding along the counter which was covered in snow, flour, a cute little letter on a green sticky note.

still chatting away to her mum on the phone as she began the little project, but as the blonde went to place the empty bag of flour into the bin she accidentally knocked her coffee cup over. a loud bang echoing throughout the kitchen as the cup fell on the floor smashing into tiny pieces and covering the once white flour.

"so me and your dad can take lovie-" carol was filling alessia in on the plans for the weekend when alessia was at a shoot which you weren't allowed to go to before she stopped her sentence after hearing the loud crash.

"oh you've got to be kidding me-" alessia muttered under her breath, burying her head into her hands wanting nothing but to scream the house down but it probably would be the smartest idea considering you were sound asleep.

"alessia? what was that bang.." carol asked as it echoed through the phone, alessia just letting out a loud groan. "less, honey what's happened?" carol tried again.

alessia eventually moved her head from her hands not before dragging them dramatically down her face. "i've knocked my coffee over onto the counter where i had just laid out the flour for the elf thing and now i’ve also smashed my favourite mug" a pout came over alessia's face.

"do you not have any more flour? or even caster sugar will work" carol said hoping to lighten the mood and bring a quick fix to stop the panic that was slowly setting into alessia’s mind.

“no? what am i supposed to do now” alessia whispered as she spoke fast the panic was really setting into as she could just see the imagine in her head of you waking up and seeing your elf in the same place as before you went to sleep. her heart breaking slightly just at the thought.

“can you not call one of the girls? i’m sure one will help you out and plus they would all do anything to see tiny with a smile on her face” carol pointed out as alessia hummed racking her head around her lived close by and maybe wouldn’t mind doing her a small favour.

“yeah maybe..”

“well don’t fall or drop your phone in the making, clumsy!”

“hilarious mum! i’ll call you tomorrow”

-

"lotte.." alessia dragged out as a hum came from lotte on the other line. "what's up less?" the girl asked with the slight hint of sleepiness in her tone.

“i haven’t woke you have i?” alessia panicked glancing to the time on her phone it only showing 9:54pm. a small wince on her face as she feared the worse.

“no? what’s wrong though, you sound stressed-“ lotte asked as alessia began to recount the events and how she needed a favour from the girl, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

lotte trying her best not to start belly laughing at the blondes clumsiness, it sounding as if it was all made up and probably someone that had never met alessia would think she had.

but lotte knew better and with alessia who struggled to keep herself and objects up straight than to know that alessia was saying she was one hundred percent being serious.

“honestly i’m not even surprised anymore less, but of course i can just give me twenty minutes and i’ll be round” lotte chuckled as a sigh of relief could be heard leaving alessia’s lips.

“i don’t know what i would do without you lotte!”

“me neither less-“

-

“mummy! get up i wanna see elvis!” you excitedly jumped up and down on your mummy’s bed as she groaned rubbing her eyes as you flopped on top of her.

“hang on lovie, let mummy open her eyes first!” alessia let out a small laugh as you began to pull the blankets off her, tugging at her hand for her to hurry up.

at least with the arrival of your elf, elvis, there was one positive that came from it and that was there was no trouble at getting you up in the morning. you waking yourself up with energy and excitement seeping through your small limps to see what your elf had been up to while you were asleep.

“go on then, mummy will follow behind you!” alessia opened her door a little wider than the small gap you had squeezed through, grabbing her robe to wrap around herself as the cool air that surrounded the hallway hit her bare arms.

“i wonder if elvis has been cheeky today?” you thought out loud as you carefully walked down the stairs, alessia three steps behind you.

once you reached the bottom step alessia let you find your elf knowing you had found him when, “oh mummy he’s been very cheeky” you called out from the kitchen as a gasp could be heard from you.

“oh my gosh, how’s he done that!" alessia said as she flung her arms in the air a smile on her lips as she watched your face change with excitement as you took in the sight of your elf sitting on some candy canes in a trail of snow — flour — with a bright green sticky note close by.

“have you read his little note?” your mummy pointed to it as you shook your head, “should we read it together?” alessia asked as you nodded, your mummy picking you up as she sat you on the edge of the counter holding you by the knee so you didn’t fall.

“just sledding in-“ your mummy read along with you helping you with the more trickier words helping you to sound them out by the letters, “to say have a good day”

“oh that’s nice of him” alessia cooed as you nodded eagerly wanting to read the rest.

“and i almost didn’t make it cause-“ you began to read again along side your mummy as she pointed to the word as you read it, “-you went to bed realllly late” a small gaps coming from you as you were a little shocked.

“i didn’t go to bed late” you pouted as your mummy had a small grin her eyebrows slightly raised, “it was a little past your bedtime”

“be good today- wait what do they mean” you pointed to the small xo’s on the handwritten letter that elvis — lotte — had written. “so the o’s are hugs and the x’s are kisses” alessia explained as a small awh came over you.

“that’s was nice of elvis wasn’t it” your mummy asked as you nodded drawing small patterns on the edge of the counter in the flour.

“who going to clean this up though!” you asked, your brows furrowing a little bit.

“well i hope elvis does, he made the mess” as alessia took you down from the counter and making her way to start making your breakfast.

“elvis! mummy says you have to remember to clean up otherwise it’ll make her sad” you peered over the counter whispering to the elf as you babbled along to yourself talking with elvis the elf.

but even though it was a little tiring making the elf on the shelf each night it made it all worth it to see your excitement each morning and your facial expressions when you saw what your elf had been up to — so in alessia’s mind that made it all worth the while.

[1425fivefive]

Just saw your kink prompt list and my brain went briefly offline because your writing + any of the kinks on the list? I think i'll literally spontaneously combust.

I'm literally on my knees and begging for Landoscar + 17 (breeding). Alternatively Landoscar + 12 (forced feminization), 21 (wet + messy) or 24 (inexperienced partner).

I read these 4 kink prompts and my brain went 'YES' particularly loudly.

Literally any of the above and I will be the happiest Elf on the Shelf!!

breeding for landoscar (with a lil bit of feminization as a treat)! (for the kink prompt asks)

Oscar needs to find whatever McLaren employee thought it was a good idea to hand Lando a baby and tell them to never do it again. Babies should be banned from the MTC. Banned from anywhere within five kilometers of Lando’s vicinity. Because now that Oscar’s seen Lando with a baby—the way Lando’s eyes lit up, his delighted grin, how he couldn’t stop trying to make the baby laugh—Oscar can’t stop thinking about anything other than knocking Lando up.

Oscar’s not an idiot. He knows they’re both men, knows Lando can’t get pregnant. But it doesn’t stop Oscar from imagining it. Lando’s taut stomach swelling with a baby. Their baby. His tits getting heavy and full, perfect little handfuls. Milk dribbling from his nipples, Oscar licking it up, dragging his tongue over the sensitive buds.

Oscar decides not to mention it, figures Lando will probably be more than a little put off by Oscar telling Lando, a man, that Oscar wants to get him pregnant. Instead, Oscar contents himself with digging his fingers into Lando’s belly while he fucks him, kissing Lando’s neck, telling Lando how pretty he is, how perfect, how well he takes Oscar’s cock. Whenever Oscar comes, he stays in Lando a little longer than usual, fantasizing about making it take.

After a few weeks, Oscar figures Lando hasn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. That Lando thinks Oscar’s just being his usual, adoring self.

But Oscar fucks Lando in front of the bathroom mirror in Lando’s hotel room one night, one hand resting on Lando’s belly, the other squeezing Lando’s pec.

“Gonna fuck you so full of me,” Oscar moans, meeting Lando’s eyes in the mirror. “Get you so fucking full of my come.”

Lando whimpers, tipping his head back against Oscar’s shoulder. “Please, Osc. Want you to.”

“Yeah?” Oscar pants, grinding deeper into Lando. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Please,” Lando whines, hand coming up to grab at Oscar’s hair, tug him closer, deeper. “Make me full. Wanna feel you.”

Oscar feels delirious. He rolls Lando’s nipple between his fingers, drags Lando back on his cock, groaning at the sight of Lando’s dick flopping with each thrust of Oscar’s hips, dark and flushed.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Oscar breathes. “Make yourself feel good.”

Lando whines and brings a hand down to his cock, rim tightening around Oscar.

“Yeah, Lando,” Oscar moans. “Just like that, good girl.”

Oscar doesn’t even realize what he’s said until he sees Lando’s mouth drop open, whole face going red, rim going ridiculously tight around Oscar.

“Oh, fuck,” Oscar stutters, thrusts slowing. “I didn’t, uh—”

Lando shakes his head so fast he looks like he might give himself whiplash, whining, “No, no, I liked it, please, Osc, you can—”

“Jesus,” Oscar groans, sinking his teeth into Lando’s shoulder, fucking in hard.

Lando cries out, cock blurting pre-come over his fingers, his tight little body shaking in Oscar’s hold.

“Yeah, Lando,” Oscar breathes, voice strained. “Make yourself feel good, baby, that’s it.”

“Oh,” Lando gasps, turning his head into Oscar’s neck, hand flying over his cock. “Oh, oh, oh—” He breaks off on a shaky moan, spilling all over his fist and the counter, panting against Oscar’s neck.

“Fuck,” Oscar groans, fingers tightening on Lando’s stomach. “God, Lando, that’s—”

“Osc,” Lando whimpers, starting to tremble from oversensitivity as his orgasm peters out.

Oscar starts to pull out, planning to come across Lando’s arse and thighs, but Lando throws a hand down to Oscar’s hip, keeping him in.

“No, please,” Lando begs, fucking himself back on Oscar’s cock. “Want you to—” He breaks off on a moan, eyes fluttering. But he opens them again, meets Oscar’s in the mirror. “Want you to fill me up,” he whimpers. “Want you to make me yours.”

Oscar’s panting against Lando’s shoulder, fucking him hard, deep, fast, lost in Lando’s eyes.

“Come in me,” Lando whispers. “Want you to give me a baby.”

Oscar comes with a shocked moan, whining and whimpering, spilling inside Lando, palm flat against Lando’s stomach, imagining Lando getting swollen and big with their baby.

“God,” Oscar moans, pressing in deeper, trying to make sure it takes. “God, Lando, fuck—”

“Yeah,” Lando whines, grinding back. “Yeah, Osc, please.”

Oscar gives Lando exactly what he wants. What they both want

After, Lando pulls them to the bed, drags Oscar’s hand to his arse and guides two of Oscar’s fingers to where he’s fucked open and puffy, wet with Oscar’s come.

“Want to keep you in,” Lando whispers, urging Oscar’s fingers inside.

“Fuck,” Oscar gasps and slips his fingers in, swallowing Lando’s whimper with a kiss.

When Oscar pulls back, he asks, “How’d you know?”

“What? That you wanted to knock me up?” Lando asks, smiling lazily.

Oscar huffs a laugh. “Yeah.”

Lando’s grin widens, and he tips his forehead against Oscar’s. “You’re easier to read than you think.”

Oscar’s chest aches, everything going soft. “Nah,” Oscar whispers. “Think you just know me too well.”

Lando tucks himself tighter against Oscar, letting out a pleased little hum.

[roguishcat]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much for tagging me @inkymoonbunny! Can't wait for the next chapter of 'Branded Blood'! 💖

I'm currently working on @the-lady-mienshao 's ask (Astarion finds one of fem! Reader’s books (romance about a human and vampire of course) and she’s terrified that he’ll think she’s with him to sate a vampire kink)

I'm very slow, but I do get things done!😊 (eventually), so this is going to be Part 2 of 'What books don't teach you' (18+ MNDI).

Shelves upon shelves of novels. The biggest and most impressive collection in all of Faerûn. You scoured Sharess' Caress, picked up copies during your travels, and traded with other enthusiasts. You collected the books with fervour others reserve for collecting priceless trinkets and hid these away from prying eyes in the basement of your house.

To say that Astarion was impressed would be an understatement.

"And how exactly are these arranged, my sweet? Knowing your penchant for keeping things in order, one might expect to find a system of sorts."

"Thematically, actually. Started out alphabetically, but then it got confusing once I got my hands on tomes in Elvish and other languages."

"Elvish, you say? I didn’t realise that you are a master of tongues."

"I'm not," you admitted readily, the innuendo going completely over your head. "But I love how beautiful they are. And I figured that wanting to read these might be motivation enough for me to learn."

Astarion hummed in appreciation and ran his fingers along the spines. The books were truly a work of art, fine leather and beautiful designs that winked playfully at you when you tilted your head even a little.

"Whilst this is very impressive, I don't understand why you were never tempted to try the real thing."

"Well," you cleared your throat and pretended that you were very busy going through the scrolls on the table, "maybe I was waiting for you. Waiting to be swept off my feet by a charming, dreamy elf."

"And I'm absolutely certain that I was worth the wait. But enough flowery words."

Astarion looked at you intently, making you fidget and drop a couple of scrolls. He didn't look away from your face. You being clumsy was not news to him. However, Astarion seemed to have great interest in your answer.

Although you confessed your feelings - not that it wasn't obvious to everyone who cared to look that you were completely in love with Astarion- actually talking about the said feelings was still difficult. But you didn't want to lie to him either. So, you chose to settle for something as close to the real reason as you were ready to tell him.

"I told you. I don't have that confidence that comes so easily to some. And I did try once, you know."

"Yes, with the man who was lacking in both skill and manners."

The look on Astarion's face became a touch softer. He put his cool hand on top yours, long digits strocking smooth, warm skin. The comforting gesture was sweet, his nearness welcome.

"Well, at the time I thought that I was the problem. And then I was lucky enough to have you teach me." You took a step towards him and tilted your head up. You very much wanted a kiss but did not know if now was the right time. In spite of you 'being well and truly taken', you still felt nervous about asking Astarion for affection.

Fortunately, he did not seem to notice you nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to think of best way to put your wants into words.

"Oh? What's this?" Astarion moved past you and reached for a book. "Caught in the night?" He raised his eyebrows and then started reading the titles of all the books on that shelf. "Blood to remember? The Count's Courtesan? La petite mort? Darling, it seems that you've had a taste for creatures of the night before we met, hm?"

"Pardon?" You said dumbly.

"Well, my sweet. If I may be so bold, by my very rough estimation, you have at least thirty books with damsels of all shapes being kidnapped and devoured by vampires."

"Forty-two, actually."

"And that is why I feel it's safe to assume that you've got a type. Fangs? Crimson eyes? Eternal hunger that can only be sated in one way? And fortunately for yours truly, I just happen to fit that description."

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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....

[ssahotchnerr]

Five words: Aaron dressing up as Santa.

Jack is old enough to know that Santa isn't real, but he keeps pretending just for his baby sister, who is about 5-6 🥺

But after something she heard at school Ellie starts doubting Santa as well and Jack comes running to tell you and Aaron right away, not wanting his sister to find out yet 🥹🥹

So, that night, you and Aaron come up with a masterplan to make Ellie believe again 👀

Ellie gets up for her nightly dose of sneaking into bed with you and Aaron, when she hears soft ringing of tiny bells (that you put on Aaron's suit) and sneakily peeks into the living room, only to see Santa himself!

She gasps loudly and Aaron turns around, smiling at her widely and putting a finger over his lips as if shushing her as she just stands there.

Then, she runs to Jack and Aaron gets the opportunity to change and slip back into bed with you, knowing the kids' next stop was your bedroom.

As expected, they come in, Jack gently shaking you awake with a wide smile that immediately lets you know the plan succeeded, and Ellie of course jumps on Aaron yelling "Daddy I just saw Santa!" Making him smile and gently hold her so she wouldn't fall off the bed, or topple on him.

I saw this in a dream and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I needed to get it off my chest oh my god 😭

- 🌻

omg how cute 😭

jack is literally more outraged over this than you and aaron are 🥺 ellie finds him rather than coming to you and aaron, because she feels as if he would give her a more real answer; she wanders into his room and her face just sooo solemn, it looks like she's about to cry :( naturally jack immediately asks her what's wrong, and she tells him so sadly that kids in her class said santa isn't real :(((

and jack's just yes!!?? santa is real, don't listen to them, and she counters him by saying that a girl in her class said it's the parents who do the gifts instead :(((. she sighs and again, very sadly asks, "is it true🥺"

jack tries to explain since those kids don't believe in santa, the parents have no choice but to do the gifts, because santa isn't going to come to their house if they don't believe in him. and while ellie considers this, she's still not convinced 🥺

so when ellie goes to bed, and it's safe to share with the two of you, jack tells you and aaron. your hearts break as well :(( and ever since jack found out santa's not real, and was told by the two of you that this means he has to help keep the magic alive for ellie, he feels very responsible. he helps out with the elf on the shelf, helps ellie write her list, is willing to go to the mall and get a picture with santa - so it makes sense why he's so upset over this - he wants to fulfill his big brother duties :( and so aaron quickly puts the plan into action 🥰🥰

PLEASE aaron waiting downstairs for her usual pitter-patter in the hallway 😭🥺🥺 hehe and then seeing her peek down - crazy bedhead, clutching onto her stuffed animal - and then her little face pulling into the utmost surprise, before dashing off into jack's room <3333 🥰🥰🥰 and then aaron discarding the costume and bolting back up the stairs as quickly as possible and unnoticed 😭

SOBBING!!!! thank you for sharing 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻 this will literally be on my mind for the rest of the xmas season i can promise you that 🥰

[seastarblue]

me when I write again >:D

this is an idea of how Kaiden and Li Hua meet! Originally Li was an outlaw and on the run, but I figured she should have a lil shop!

in short:

Kaiden decides to snoop around the site of the latest murder (during daylight)

She comes across multiple people who tell her the local chemist is hella sus

So she comes back at night (because *everyone* sleeps at night yknow) and is subsequently caught by Li, who doesn’t sleep (elf things)

Kaiden half asses an excuse (“Insomnia and not knowing the city is one hell of a combination” or something) and Li takes it (she knows it’s not that)

and then they go into the actual shop, talking more about said murder

yeah! This is pretty unedited sooooo it’s kinda bad but it feels good to write again!

———

“It’s funny,” the elf said, stopping. It was sudden—Kaiden almost bumped into her.

She payed no mind to this, continuing, “It’s so damn funny, as soon as I get some semblance of loyal customers I lose them. All because of some killing.”

Kaiden stayed silent, letting her continue.

“All this product is going to go bad soon… it’d be a shame if it all expires. A waste,” she added, finally turning her head and looking at the human behind her, “and if there’s one thing I hate, it is waste.”

“It would be a shame, yes,” Kaiden replied. She did not expect to hold an entire conversation with the shopkeeper, but that’s just how investigations went sometimes: you needed to be prepared for anything, be it a simple interaction or a brawl.

Before Kaiden could add more, the shopkeeper grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and tossed it to Kaiden nonchalantly. Her reflexes, even after three years of misuse, didn’t fail her. Kaiden caught the bottle and (very carefully) turned it in her hands.

The liquid inside was a greyish blue, and the bottle was warmer than expected.

‘A sleep potion’, she realized, and immediately after the shopkeeper confirmed.

“You humans need at least eight hours of sleep, and I needed a good way to pass some time. Take it. Consider it a… trade. A truce, even.”

“…a truce.”

“Yes.”

‘Strange’, Kaiden thought. “And what do you gain from this…? Other than a conversation.”

“Don’t come here again.”

“… agreed.” She would need to find a new way to gather information, then.

———

gonna post this before I get cold feet raaaah

[toriaaniin]

Timmie's, Elves & Trolls; Oh My!

Christmas Eve (or Christmas Day for my friends on the other side of the date line) on the Lukola front has fallen a wee bit flat, hasn't it?

For me it started off learning that the trolls were on the march! Several bloggers here on Tumblr posted about the invasion, and I heard that DeuxMoi reared it's head to wind everyone up. Friends...

...when ever possible, be an Elf because Trolls are ugly! (Please praise me for not using an Elf on the shelf image. Personally, I find them terrifying! The two I chose reminded me in a cutsie way of Luke [in green] and Nicola [with brown hair - don't come at me!] in red because she's gorgeous in red. And yes I admit that this Troll figurine is kinda cute in it's "ugliness"... but you get the point!).

Let's do our best to ignore the Trolls (delete and block if possible because who needs that shit!) and then be demure like Elves! I know it's not always easy being kind. I've certainly found it challenging at times. But it feels better, I promise. And it looks better on your & our (Lukola) CV!!

We also got a year-end photo dump from Jake showcasing all his friends. Friends. I'll say that word a third time if you need me too. Truth is I use it a bit like a mantra in my head. Yes, like many of you my brain screamed. Not so much because Jake was posting photos of his friends (mantra, mantra), but because it would embolden those fuckin' Trolls. I'm sick of Trolls.

So what did I do? I ordered a breakfast sandwich and savoury pastry (that swirls like a cinnamon bun [see what I did there?]) from Tim Hortons! What better way to squelch a brain scream then by filling the stomach with deliciousness! Proof:

And what's a great paring with my "friends" mantra and Timmie's goodness? A tweet from Meg @megismyname of course:

It's Christmas Eve and now that I've eaten my breakfast sandwich and written a wee post for you all to salivate over... or run screaming at the sight of an ugly/cute Troll with Elves... I plan on getting on with my day, preparing for guests tomorrow for Christmas Dinner. Lots to do and joy to be had, because Jake's post of his friends - even if that post includes his friend Nicola - does not dictate the course of my life.

Aaniin Xx

[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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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

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?”

[pyre-of-pages]

My first WIP Wednesday!

Thanks so much @skyrim-forever for my first ever fandom tag for this! I was hoping I'd be included soon! I don't know enough people to tag. Maybe next time!

Work and culinary school has not let me rest for legit two weeks -- it's been two full-time jobs that I've been struggling to keep afloat. So Part 2 of "Shallow Roots in Eroding Soil" has been on the back burner for way, way longer than I wanted.

But I wanna get it right. Chapter 1 was written more in a distant tone of voice, mostly because I didn't want to write out several long immersive scenes. I kinda sorta regret it now, but Part 2 is the first bit of writing that delves deep into the immersive action -- which is how I prefer to write my stories.

Anyway, here's the opening of the next/last chapter. Shit is about to get dark:

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When Elur heard the knock at the door, she did exactly what her mother had told her to do. She grabbed a knife.  It was late afternoon – too early for her mother to return. Besides, her mother had the only house key; there would be no reason for her to knock. Although the handle of a blade was an unsure fit in her hand, Elur had been taught to slash the palms of any unwanted guests should they attempt to grab her. With the weapon hidden behind her hip, the teenaged elf unlatched the door and opened it enough to peek through. A tendril of cold air reached through the crack and chilled her face, smarting the still-raw skin of her Clanmarking. “Yes?” Elur asked, blinking against the sudden gust of winter air. “Are you the only Wood Elf that lives here?” the man at the door asked without introduction. The emblem of a yellow stag on his chainmail marked him as a member of the Bravil Town Guard. “No?” Elur opened the door further with a slow glide. She’d been told to never be visibly armed in front of a member of the Guard, so she slipped the knife behind her back to her opposite hand and then onto a nearby shelf behind the door. “Can you describe your household members, please?” the guard continued in a casual, almost emotionless, tone. Elur furrowed her brow. “Must I?” The guard’s expression didn’t change. “Describe your household members.”  “It’s . . . just my mother and I, sir.” The lines around the guard’s mouth creased. “Is your mother at home with you?” Elur shook her head. The cold crept past her legs like a housecat, slipping through the small opening in the door while dragging an icy tail over her shins. “Um . . . she’s out hunting.”  The guard unfolded a page of parchment, looked it over for a moment and refolded it. “Is your mother missing a hand, by chance?” Elur creaked open the door further, uncaring about the heat from the fire getting out – nor the waves of cold getting in. “Her left hand. What is this about?” Without a word, the guard reached into a pocket on his belt and withdrew a piece of worn leather. Taking it revealed to Elur that there was cut stitching around the edges and slightly smudged lettering inked into the hide: “I have a daughter at home. If you are reading this, please retrieve her.” The message was followed by their house address. “I’ve been asked to escort you to Skingrad,” the guard said. “The Guard must speak with you there.” “Skingrad?” Elur asked, wringing the leather in her hands. Her chest thumped. “What is she doing in Skingrad? Oh, gods! Has she been arrested?” The guard cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to look as professional as possible. “There was an incident early this morning, miss. The Guard needs you to identify a body.” Needles pressed into Elur’s skin from the inside out, breaking her whole body into an instant sweat that froze in the winter air. “A . . . a body?” The young Bosmer hugged herself as a subtle tremor began in her shoulders – felt, but unseen. “Whose body?”

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tinsel kisses.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 DAY 12: Evergreen Decor, Izuku Midoriya

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader Summary: You enlist Midoriya to help you with decorating your christmas tree when a sudden mishap causes shenanigans to ensue

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A/n: I love Midoriya so much! I think it would be so fun to decorate a tree with him heheh

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Genre: Friendship, Fluff, Humor Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluff, Swearing

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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"Ouch! That really hurt, Midoriya!"

"Oh no, I am so sorry! Are you okay? Do you need an ice pack? I'm so, so, so sorry!"

It was about 7pm at night in Musutafu, the city lit up in wonderful multicolors and glittering with snow as it came down heavily from the sky. You were decorating your home for Christmas, the holiday steadily approaching, and it had come time to decorate your tree.

Since you had been decorating your house and yard all day, you had decided to enlist the help of one of your closest friends to get the tree done.

Midoriya had been more than enthusiastic and had arrived to your house as soon as he could. The second he walked in, he was in awe by how much of a Winter Wonderland your apartment had become. Christmas lights, novelty items strewn around, and there was a mean-looking elf on the shelf that was staring right at him the second he opened the door.

'Always watching,' the sign attached said. Midoriya wasn't sure if he liked the elf that much.

You were in the kitchen when he had arrived, at the stove while the smell of chocolate filled the air. There were two mugs on the counter, a Gingerbread Man and a Gingerbread House, and they were filled with steaming chocolate.

Whipped cream adorned each of the rims and red, green, and white sprinkles with a candy cane hanging off of each side. There was also a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the counter, and Midoriya had been in heaven.

While waiting for the hot chocolate to cool down just enough so it wouldn't burn your tongues, you and Midoriya had gotten started on decorating the tree. Everything had been smooth, Midoriya reaching high and bending low while you gave directions on where to put the basic ornaments.

Then, it was the lights, the garland, the candy canes, and then it was time for the tinsel, and that's where things began to take a turn.

You had asked Midoriya to be the one to throw the tinsel around since One for All gave Midoriya the ability to float, and everything had gone well until Midoriya accidentally dropped the box of tinsel on you.

With a sore head and tinsel all over you, Midoriya was fussing about, checking your head and running to the kitchen to get an icepack. You weren't actually in pain, just a slight bump on the top of your skull, and when you glanced at yourself in the 'JOLLY' mirror that was beside the fireplace, you began to giggle.

"What is it?"

You leaned forward, taking Midoriya's hand when he offered it to you, and you stood up.

"I didn't think I needed a makeover that bad, Midoriya."

You blew some tinsel out of your face, and Midoriya became sheepish, rubbing the back of his head as he averted his gaze from you.

"No, it's not like that, I swear. You're beautiful all the time! I just...my hand slipped and...and I didn't grab the box in time before it fell on you. I really am sorry."

Your cheeks were hot, and a smile climbed over your face as you pointed out.

"I'm beautiful all the time?"

Midoriya looked horrified, face going completely red, and he exclaimed in embarrassment.

"No! I..I mean, yes! Yes, uh...all the time! I...Oh, please, help me."

He covered his face, and you laughed, gently taking his hands away from his face as Midoriya shyly looked at you. Taking some of the tinsel off of your head, you shook it all over him before saying with a cute smile.

"You're beautiful all the time to me too, Midoriya."

"R-Really?"

He looked awestruck, a part of him wondering if this was real and truly happening, and his heart began to race when you got closer to him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and around his neck and, oh, gods, you were so close to him.

His hands shakily rested against your hips, and euphoria burst through his whole body the second that your lips met his own. Midoriya was frozen for a moment from the ecstasy before his body molded against yours. Noses bumping slightly, you pulled away from him with a goofy little smile that had his whole body vibrating.

"Always, Midoriya. Wanna give me a lift to put the star on the tree and...maybe stay over to watch some Western Christmas movies with me?"

Midoriya giggled breathlessly, nodding with enthusiasm as he became slightly emotional, rubbing your noses together.

"I would love that so much!"

Grabbing the star for the tree, Midoriya lifted you within his arms bridal style, the two of you giggling as you both fumbled slightly, and Midoriya jumped up with a 'up we go!' and you effortlessly put the star on top of the tree.

Landing on the ground, Midoriya let you down, and you plugged the tree in and stood back, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder.

Midoriya couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he held you close, just admiring the tree with you, and your voice brought him so much joy and comfort as you whispered gently and held him tight.

"Merry Christmas, Midoriya."

"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."

END DAY 12

[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.

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Veilguard Appreciation Week Day 5: Sorry! Just Breaking Things. (Rook & Bellara)

Takes place during the first half of the game, but no real spoilers. Enjoy!

@anderfels

Zea Laidir looked over as the door to the music room opened and she heard the sound of something crashing to the floor and Bellara's shouting. Tucking the books closer to her, she stuck her head through the doorway while asking, "Everything okay?"

She hadn't known the Veil Jumper long, but admired her for her interest in artifacts and easy-going manner. They'd had a brief discussion on the First Blight and discovered that they both enjoyed reading serials (even if they both had a hard time keeping up with them since they moved around so much).

"Oh!" Bellara slightly jumped at the question, not seeing Rook in the recess of the doorway. "Sorry! Just...breaking things."

Curious, Zea stepped fully inside and walked over to where the elf was- noting the porcelain shards on the floor. Setting her books on the top of the piano, she tucked her hair behind an ear while asking, "What broke?"

"It was a statue...of something. I was taking it off the shelf to get a better look at it when it slipped and fell!"

Zea looked at the pieces for a moment before looking up and seeing Bellara's anxious face. "Was it shaped like a nug?"

"Yes! It was!"

"I know where to find a replacement, if you want to that is. Those statues are like a shilling a dozen in Rivain, I can set you up with my smuggling contact if you want."

Zea was slightly surprised as Bellara burst into a smile and gave her a hug. After a brief pause she returned it and once they parted added, "I also got some new serials if you wanted to read them together over some tea."

Bellara linked her arm with Zea's while replying, "I'd love that! I even got some biscuits from Arlathan that go great with tea."

As they walked out of the music room and towards the dining hall, Zea couldn't help but smile a little at how Bellara seemed so easy to talk to and willing to chatter about almost anything under the sun. "I feel like this is the start of a great friendship." she thought while stepping out into the courtyard and the ever-present sun.