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phxntomsdusk · 5 months

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Flying out - Will x GN!reader

summary: flying out to see your boyfriend on tour<3

warnings: light swearing - (just song lyrics)

tags: @ax-y10 (ask for be added)

word count: 691

With Will being on tour again, your home was very lonely and quiet. You would scroll through Twitter, TikTok, anything, just to see him perform.

Sure, you had been to a good amount of his shows already, but only in the UK. You hadn’t gone to the States with him yet, and it was agonizing.

You decided to take matters into your own hands, texted his bandmates privately, and made plans to fly out to his next location in Arizona. Unfortunately, you had never been to the state, so it was all new to you.

Joe and Mark were mostly planning with you, making sure to keep Will distracted enough so he wouldn't call you and disrupt the plan.

It did take a while, yes, but it was 100% worth it!

Joe has told you a hotel nearby for you to get a room at for the day, even met you there so he could sneak you into the venue.

Mark hid you backstage in the small storage closet, which allowed you to hear everything going on around you. Most importantly, your boyfriend.

“Guys, just let me call them, please? It’s been all day,” he whined towards the others, earning a quiet giggle from you that he thankfully didn’t hear.

“Not yet, will. we go on in a few minutes!” You could tell Joe and Mark were trying their best not to laugh as they ushered for him to go onto the stage. Mark quickly visited you, telling you exactly when to make your great appearance.

The plan was simple. During the bridge of call me what you like, you’d pop out as he’s screaming about how he’s a dumbass. It was simple yet a great joke you had come up with late at night while planning with Joe.

The music was amazing from so close, that you had snuck up to the side and listened contently, his voice was mesmerizing as always, even better when performing in front of such a large crowd.

And then it started. The song began to play.

Yoir nervousness only built up more, seeing Mark look at you from the corner of his eye and giving you a subtle thumbs up.

You could hear the large crowd practically screaming every word along with Wil, and of course, as it got closer to the bridge, the anticipation only grew. he grabbed the mic off the stand, walked towards the edge, and loudly shouted.

“This just in; I am a total fucking dumbass!!”

As soon as you heard the words you rushed out on stage, throwing your hands in the air and pointing towards him. “Yes you are!” Was all it took for him to quickly snap his head in the opposite direction, staring at you with a look of disbelief.

He stumbled over his words and continued the song, still looking over at you with wide eyes and a smile. The crowd reacted almost the same, screaming your name at you’re entry.

Joe playfully ushered you backstage again, to wish you quickly went to wait out the rest of the show.

It was a painful few more minutes of waiting, sitting on an empty chair as you heard Will say bye to the crowd and run towards you. He picked you up in his arms, squeezing you tightly and hiding his face in your shoulder.

“I missed you so much. when did you get here? how did you get here? did they know?” His words were rushed and he was clearly out of breath as he spoke, still wearing the same look of disbelief and shock.

“Okay, calm down, I missed you too. I got here this morning. I flew over with the help of Joe and Mark.” You amiled as he stared at them with an offended look, before scoffing and turning back towards you.

He rolled his eyes and leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss, one that the both of you needed after not seeing each other for so long. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, before pulling away and smiling at you.

“I love you too.”

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fluff

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acommonanomaly · 1 month

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Celegorm for @feanorianweek.

Inspired by a scene from my fic What Fades Away.

Excerpt:

The majesty of the architecture normally held Makalaurë’s attention whenever they came here, but now he gazed out at the largest courtyard in Aulë’s Halls, seemingly unaware of anything else.

Intrigued by the intensity of his focus, Maitimo followed his gaze to the massive fountain at the center of the courtyard. Glittering spires rose up from the water, reminiscent of the spires of Valmar, but his eye was drawn to the large pool at the base where Tyelkormo strolled, Huan at his side.

When Maitimo saw that the Vala Yavanna walked near Tyelkormo, his eyes darted back to Makalaurë.

He touched his brother’s awareness with his own, but despite the faint tremor along the surface of his thoughts, Makalaurë strode calmly from the cover of the colonnade and into the courtyard.

Makalaurë had always been uneasy around the Ainur, and as a child he had even been frightened of them. Amil and Atar had worried until they managed to get to the root of the problem. They had eventually realized that Makalaurë's empathetic nature caused him to become overwhelmed by the emotions of others, and that this made it harder for him to control his own turbulent emotions. And so Amil had trained him how to better control and protect himself from outside stimulus.

He began to apply her training when he encountered the Ainur, and had gradually grown easier around them, but out of habit, Maitimo still watched for signs that he was becoming distressed.

He could not suppress a swelling of pride when Makalaurë veered toward the fountain and greeted the Vala with poise and dignity beyond his years. Sometimes Maitimo missed the tender child who had clung to him for strength and guidance, but he greatly admired the person Makalaurë was growing into.

The greetings finished, Yavanna asked, “You go to the Great Hall?”

Makalaurë nodded in affirmation, and Maitimo said, “Yes, our father wished me to summon my brother Makalaurë so that he could see a musical instrument that might interest him.”

“Ah, then Tauranis has finished her chimes,” Yavanna said. Her voice was rough like the crunch of dried leaves or the creaking of trees bending in the wind, deep for all its softness, and her pupilless yellow eyes remained unblinking as she watched them. “We will not keep you then.”

Her tall form curved and her head tilted in a gesture that might have been a bow, or simply a curious examination, and then she moved past, her stride long but slow. Tyelkormo followed after her, and it struck Maitimo that his brother had been uncharacteristically silent during the brief exchange.

Almost as soon as he thought this, Tyelkormo’s voice rose in a question, his expression rapt as he gazed up at the Vala walking next to him.

“Look your fill,” Maitimo said airily to Makalaure, who was watching Tyelkormo’s retreating form, “because it is likely we will not see him again for many days.”

#tolkien #the silmarillion #tyelkormo #celegorm #feanorianweek #i'm so late posting these aaaah #but i had a migraine for the past few days #i'm going to try to get caught up #and maybe even finish one more drawing if i can #i miss these wonderful boys #feanorian for life #my art

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vilsbiggestfan · 8 months

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Missed me that much?

VilxAfab!reader

★I'm sorry for not posting, i'm kinda having a writters block but i finally wrote somehing so enjoyy★

you barely got to see vil this week, all the photoshoots he had, the latest movie he was staring in and the movie study grup.THAT GUY WAS ALWAYS BUSY.You decided to take matters into your own hands, if he didn't notice how needy you were than he will be needy.

He was at the music study group , scolding some students abt their unironed outfits. When he was done you aproached him "seems like a stressfull day vil" he sighed and looked at you, giving you a pat on the head "i can't believe these people can't even wear their outfits corectly" he said aand he saw you extend your hand "here, i brought you some coffee" you said trying to hide your grin.

you just happened to add some aphrodisiac chocolate in the hot coffee, it melted in it already so he wouldn't notice it. "Ah thank you" he amiled and gave you a kiss , leaving a some lipstick on your cheek. You excused yourself and left straigh to your room. you washed your cheek and changed waiting for vil to finally knock at your door , all red and sweaty , just as needy as you were for him.

★Time skip★

The sun was setting when you heard the long awaited knock on your door, you practically jumped out of bed knowing who it was.You opened the door , Vil's face was flushed and a layer of sweat coated his beautiful forehead and his cock half hard in his pants.Yet he still kept his composure.

You welcomed him inside and he waisted no time after you closed that door. He pulled you in bed , his knee between your thighs ,his lips kissing and nibbling at your neck. "Missed me that much?Slipping aphrodisiacs in my coffee" you looked away at his comments , how did he know? did he know when he drank it? did he drank it knowing what was inside?

Your thoughts were dispersed when he moved his knee a little , a moan slipping out of your lips at the friction between yor thighs.

"This little action makes you scream this loud , ha, can't wait to hear what a mess you'll become when my cock enters you".

#vil schoenheit #twst smut #smut #twst #vil schoenheit smut

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tar-maitime · 1 month

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bring myself to hold you

Rating: G Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Maglor | Makalaure, Elrond, Elros Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor, Maedhros & Elrond & Elros Additional: post-Sirion, questionable adoption, slowly becoming a family WC: 1k

“What’s the Quenya word for ‘mother’?” Elrond asks.

The question is a little out of nowhere, but ever since Maglor started with his insistence on teaching the twins Quenya, one or another of them will pipe up with a random vocabulary question at odd times. Maedhros shrugs, and tries to not let the mental image of Elwing falling with the Silmaril clutched to her heart take over.

“There are several,” she says, not looking up from the maintenance she’s doing on a pair of daggers. “Ontaril is perhaps the most technical of them - it only means ‘she who begets’. The most commonly used is amil, although there are several variations on that, as well as a couple of...warmer diminutives - ammë and amya.”

Elrond nods, looking serious, thanks her, and goes his way.

Maedhros doesn’t really think about it afterward. Even if it’s been pretty much assumed that they’re keeping the twins indefinitely ever since the new star rose, she doesn’t like to let them occupy too much of her thoughts. She helps Maglor with them as needed - probably everyone who’s left has at some time or another - but she won’t play along with his fantasies of parenthood, won’t get too comfortable. If Maglor can fool himself into thinking he’s unmonstrous enough to raise children, good for him, but she can’t.

“Really, Nelyë? I know you weren’t like this with Gil-galad,” he’d said to her once, early on.

She’d stiffened at the mention of her no-longer-son. “That was entirely different,” she’d said shortly. “I was not responsible for his first home’s destruction. And even he wants nothing to do with me now.”

And there is, after all, plenty to concern herself with besides the idle questions of children, if they want to keep on surviving here in this poorly-manned fortress in the midst of the wild, so she’s almost entirely forgotten the conversation a few days later, when Elrond says casually over supper, “Ammë, would you pass the bread?”

At first, Maedhros ignores him entirely - it’s been decades since ammë meant her. When he nudges her and repeats, “Ammë?”, it finally dawns on her who he’s talking to.

She continues to not look directly at him. “I don’t know who you mean,” she says evenly. “No one’s mother is here. Yours is...in the West.”

“Naneth is in the West,” Elrond agrees. “You’re here, though. Do...do you not want us to call you that?”

“I told you she wouldn’t,” Elros mutters from the other side of the table.

“It was worth a try!” Elrond retorts, with a brief glance at Maglor, whom Maedhros has been trying not to notice gaining the title of Atya occasionally from the twins. Maglor, for his part, is a study in neutrality, although she knows him well enough to see the hope seeping through the cracks.

“If you insist on giving me some kind of familial title,” she manages, “I would have thought you would try atarnésa.” ‘Aunt’ is still not something she thinks anyone ought to call a kinslaying kidnapper, but it would make more sense if they insisted on calling Maglor a father.

Elros shrugs. “We’ve never had an aunt, so we don’t know what it’s like,” he says. “And you - you’re like Naneth.”

Aside from them both being female, Maedhros cannot think of anyone else she would be less likely to be compared to.

Elrond seems to sense his brother’s floundering and picks up the thread. “You’re busy a lot, and you’re always working to make sure everyone stays safe and has enough. You don’t like to stop and rest in case somebody thinks you’re broken, but you will if it’s to spend time with us. That’s how it was with Naneth, too.”

Maedhros is unable to speak for a moment, and when the ability returns, she rasps, “I drove your mother off a cliff. I was part of the reason she was hurt like she was.” She doesn’t usually lay it out that baldly for them, but there doesn’t seem to be anything else for it.

“We know,” Elros says, not casually, but calmly. He shouldn’t know how to sound like that at his age. Just one more thing she’s broken. “It’s...marred. So is everything. But we’re all here now, and it would only make things worse to hate each other, so we might as well try the other thing.”

“We don’t have to call you Ammë if you don’t want it,” Elrond says quietly. “I just thought it might be nice to try.”

Maedhros is silent for a few long seconds. She’s not sure how to explain that Ammë isn’t supposed to mean her, Ammë is supposed to mean strong, gentle, chisel-callused hands and a warm smile and the smell of clay and dust and someone who can comfort and fix things. The name had only barely started to sit right with her when she had to send Gil-galad away, and now it chafes against the sticky new blood on her hands.

But the twins seem to think it would make them happy, to call her this, and doesn’t she owe them that, after everything? She took away their real mother; she can deal with them using her as a substitute, wrong as it is, if they consider it some kind of restitution.

“It’s all right,” she finally says. “You can call me that if you want to. Whatever you like.”

The children’s eyes go wide with delight, and a hopeful smile slips onto Maglor’s face.

#silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #kidnap fam #feat. quenya education #soft despite maedhros' best efforts #roots compliant

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noirbriar · 3 months

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What if/ headcanon things

Been running around The Hobbit/LOTR tags for awhile so i'm still learning lore and things. Recently gotten hooked to The Silmarillion side and after thinking about Gondolin Erestor, random thoughts of Feanorian Erestor/ Erestor Caranthirion got me thinking so what ifs: 1) Fili and Kili actually met Maglor and saves him from fading/despair on one of their work trips.Until Erestor, on one of his trips to seek out Elrond's father, finally locates Maglor with their help. Watch the drama unfold later in the Hobbit when Glorfindel&Erestor returns to Imladris to find the vegan feast and the chief councillor's surprise to find the young dwarrow he met are princes. They catch up and talks about Maglor until Erestor notices something off. Like,dear Valar, Lindir, is the kitchen slow today in bringing out the food, why is it all just salads? Quietly with a raised brow in wonder to dear Lord Elrond? They helped your Atya, why are we not being a better host? The rest of the company are now looking at Fili and Kili for answers, with the Great Stare from their uncle. Whereas Bilbo and Gandalf are on the side watching the drama. Glorfindel gets emotional seeing the swords from Gondolin, especially his dear friend's and King's.And the dwarrows are intrigue with the balrog slayer and his mate casually giving pleasantries in Kuzdul though with an old accent. will this change the hobbit's plot? maybe idk

small ficlet for this AU here

2) Elrond sails and upon arrival on the Western shores (after elf-napping his foster father) He is reunited with his parents & Celebrian and spots Maedhros and his brothers and Celebrimbor beyond the docks. Before he can even reach out to his other father, Carathir swoops in and is brokenly asking where is his "lil owlet". Elrond is confused until Maedhros wrangles his emotional brother and clarifies to the stunned group that he meant Erestor. "Oh?Erestor?He is staying for his belated honeymoon.He just bonded and-""WITH WHO??!THE TAPESTRY DIDN'T SHOW THAT!?" "Was a lil impromptu really. But they couldn't wait and Glorfindel-"LAUREFINDIL??" Caranthir and the rest of the Feanorians turn to Glorfindel's side of the family and both side stares.Until Carathir storms off to confirm the tapestries again.

Into the Fourth Age, when the couple finally arrives: Carathir: How could you get married without a family's blessing?! Erestor: Like I could?! Besides I had my cousin!*gestures to Elrond* and my uncle!*gestures to Maglor sneaking away* Carathir: WTF Erestor: Besides, YOU didn't marry with your family's blessing! everyone else:...

Ambarussa: he has a point brother

Carathir: *losing his mind*Laurefindil is too old for you!

Erestor: YOU were too old for amil!

Celegorm: oof

Carathir: *seething and struggling* I can't argue with that why can't I argue with that?? Maedhros: hello Laurefindil, welcome to the family. Glorfindel:...

Ecthelion and Egalmoth meanwhile are laughing their asses off. Elrond and his sons as well.

#glorestor #erestor #glorfindel #headcanon #what if #silmarillion #the hobbit #fili #kili #maglor

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sweetteaanddragons · 9 days

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Snippet from "Raise Them Well" Alt. PoV

Having trouble writing this one, so I hoped posting this would help inspire more.

Link to the original story here.

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Tyelkormo was not much of one for drawing, but when he could be coaxed into artistic endeavors, he had a gift for capturing animals mid-motion. Anything stationary had a tendency to be rendered in a few careless strokes, too uninteresting to bother with details.

His latest efforts were stacked on hanno’s desk, intermingled with scraps of Makalaure’s latest songs. Nolofinwe had been straightening them compulsively for the last five minutes; it was easier than looking at Maitimo and seeing his own reflection in his brother-cousin’s eyes.

“Do you remember that picture of my mother I drew for Uncle Ingwion? I wanted to draw yours too, so I asked hanno for her hair color.”

He’d had rather confused ideas on how exactly motherhood worked at the time. It was only then that he’d fully comprehended that death was an aberration, not a prerequisite.

“I remember.” Maitimo’s voice was cautious from its place by the doorway he was still so carefully not-guarding.

They were not, technically, supposed to be in here alone. But no one would care too badly, and it was a day for doing not-quite things.

He would rather be in a courtyard, working through the patterns of his sword, but the halls were so crowded with people rushing, gossiping, preparing, and this had been the first room Maitimo could drag him to that they could trust to be empty of people who would wonder at the shaking of Nolofinwe’s hands.

“I remember Amil talked to us both after,” Maitimo added when Nolofinwe didn’t continue. “So we’d know what had really happened and wouldn’t have to hear it from rumors.”

There was an unspoken question in the way he said rumors: What have you heard? Is this what’s bothering you?

They had always heard rumors. That the old king had been cursed; that it was all Nolofinwe’s fault, all hanno’s fault, all the Valar’s fault, all -

Always rumors.

“And then hanno came and got you for a lesson,” Nolofinwe said, “and she asked me if I had any questions.” He had not shared this part before. “I asked if it was true that not all of the dead could come back.”

They both knew the answer to that question, though Maitimo had not been there when Nolofinwe had first learned it, and Nolo had never spoken of it since.

“When she said it was, I said that I thought Atar should be the one to stay. That it seemed most fair.”

The word Atar felt awkward on his tongue. He pushed through it, forcing the syllables through; it didn’t matter if he could say it right, as long as he could say it with confidence; they both knew that lesson well enough.

He would have to get used to the word. Best to practice now.

Especially when it would make it easier not to think of the rest of what he had confessed.

“It didn’t seem right for me to get my mother back, and hanno not to get his,” he said with a lightness he did not feel at all. “I thought we could both have a mother and be missing a father and that would be fair.” Not perfect, but fair, with a childish logic entirely centered on the feelings of those he knew and not on the desires of the people whose names he had most often heard in whispers.

It had suited him, selfishly, because he had not had a mother. He’d had ressë - holding him, singing to him, helping mold clay into little pots until he tired of the art - but she could not cradle his fea as his mother would have.

As his brother had.

As a child he’d been able to picture how his mother could be added into their circle, nothing lost. But a father -

If the king - his father returned, things would change.

He had known, even then, it was a dangerous thing to say.

"And so perhaps it shall be,” Nerdanel had said. “But it hurts people to speak of it too much, and there is no use worrying over it yet; it shall yet be many long years until anything is decided.”

“I thought it would take longer,” he said, at last setting down the much abused papers with far too much force. He knew it must sound abrupt to Maitimo; he didn’t care. “So many others take longer.”

He looked at Maitimo, finally, and saw just what he should have expected; Maitimo leaning against the bar set across the door, unfairly tall and uncommonly worried, and trying with his slumped posture against the wood to deny both.

Still listening. Always listening until he knew just what word to use to strike.

“I thought I would have a chance to - “ He made a confused, too violent gesture, but Maitimo would know what he meant. He always knew what he meant.

He had grown up knowing he had killed his mother, but that it had not been his fault. Nerdanel had made sure he knew it was not his fault. How could you blame a baby for anything?

But it was his fault, even though he had not killed her. It was his fault because he would be dangerous to Melkor, and Melkor knew it.

He had thought he would have a chance to prove that danger. That Melkor had been right to fear him.

He had thought that when she emerged, he could stand before her and say, I avenged you, Amil. I was worth it.

“I know,” Maitimo said because he could keep no secrets from Maitimo, not really. “Maybe this way’s better. If she’s anything like the rest of us, she won’t just want to have heard you’ve done it; she’ll want to help.”

The words had just a hint of warning to them.

You promised, Nolo. Don’t you dare go running off alone. We do it together, or not at all.

It was how they did everything, of course. The only way. So he let out the rest of his tension with a long breath and bumped Maitimo’s shoulder in apology on his way to the barred door.

“Ready?” Maitimo murmured.

By the time they slipped back to the rush of the corridor, both their faces were bright and pleased with the news of the royal couple’s return once more.

#silmarillion #maedhros #nolofinwe #raise them well or out of spite #feanor raises his half-brother au

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that-angry-noldo · 9 months

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(cw: panic attack)

"I hate tea."

"Mmm."

I hate you, too, Orodreth wanted to say, but just pursed his lips and curled into his blanket, warming his hands with the steaming mug. Finarfin was busy; Orodreth watched, dispassionately, as he carefully put away small bags of dried herbs that he used to brew Orodreth's tea with, as he closed and hid the jar of honey and then patiently washed his hands. His face did not change its polite-calm expression through the process even once.

Orodreth did not mean to be here. He did not mean to wake up from the nightmare, from the feeling of fire-ice-cold-fear that gripped him and wouldn't let go, did not mean his screams to be as loud as to wake up his own father; did not mean to sit here, scrunching his nose at the smell of herbs and honey.

Why couldn't it be Finrod or Amil? Why couldn't it be anyone else but Arafinwë, whom Orodreth still, after all this time out of the Halls, could not see without memories of cold and fear creeping up his spine?

He brought the mug closer to his mouth. It was warm against his lips.

Finarfin's eyes skimmed over Orodreth once more, the slightest bit of worry passing over his face; as if Orodreth could be wounded and conceal the injury, as if Finarfin's falcon-sharp gaze could miss anything before, when he had grabbed him by his shoulders, when Orodreth could feel nothing but fear and pain and panic.

He noticed with a strange detachment that his father's hands were shaking as he wiped them; Finarfin rubbed his face and took a breath - and finally, finally, sat down on the chair. His frame looked exhausted. Orodreth felt - almost sorry.

"You scared me," his father finally said, softly, as if reading his thoughts. "I thought-"

He cut himself off, and Orodreth shivered beneath his blanket, looking away. He took a tentative sip. The tea was both bitter and sweet; an unpleasant mix on his tongue.

"I am sorry," he said, and the words came out colder than intended. Or maybe just as cold as intended; Orodreth could hardly care about the difference. "I did not mean to wake you up."

Or maybe, he did. Maybe, if given the chance, he would disrupt Finarfin's sleep as often as possible, for reasons as petty as possible. He wondered just how many nights it would take for Finarfin to snap, to abandon this pretense of a loving father that he surely was not, for how could have a loving father ever abandoned-

He took another sip of tea.

"It's alright," Finarfin sighed. "I would have likely woken up nonetheless. Describe me how do you feel. Any pains, or complaints?"

Only you, Orodreth wanted to answer. One horrible, massive pain.

"No," he shrugged. "But I hate the tea."

Finarfin allowed himself a little smile. "I know. But I cannot let you drink coffee at midnight."

Orodreth pursed his lips.

I hate you and I hate your stupid tea, he wanted to say. I hate your worried eyes and your careful hands. I want to smash this cup and I hope you cut yourself on the splinters, too.

He did not actually mean that. Or maybe, he did.

No.

He did not.

He felt a knot tying in his throat. His hands trembled. He took another sip, and set the mug aside.

He was crying, he realized, as his shoulders started to shake. He put a trembling hand to his mouth, trying to stiffen the sobs that he could not control, to even the breath that beat wildly inside his chest - all futile, all making him shake even more and scattering his thoughts in different directions; Arafinwë was by his side, kneeling before him, his falcon eyes sharp again, and he was talking, telling him to breathe; and with each breath another thought would hammer inside Orodreth's brain.

I hate you. A breath.

I hope you die. Another. The rhythm was unsteady. He sobbed as blood rushes through his brain.

You left me. Finarfin's voice was steady. Orodreth shut his eyes, focused on his father's words. They were a blur.

You left me. He was crying.

I thought I would die.

I died.

I missed you. I miss you. Please-

A hesitation, then an answer - regret, hurt, apology; Finarfin took his hands, squeezed his fingers, counted, voice calm and leveled.

He heared him.

"Breathe."

Inhale. One, two, three, four. Exhale. Five, six, seven, eight.

Again.

And again.

Finarfin counted, whispered, and Orodreth felt the fog of his state slowly fall back. He still shuddered. He squeezed his father's hands.

He was trembling.

There was fire, he wanted to say. We could not run, and-

-you left. You left. You left us. Left me.

"I know," Finarfin answered. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Orodreth, my Artaresto, my-" he took a breath. His own hands were trembling, Orodreth noted, detached. When he looked at his face, Finarfin's eyes were no longer sharp; they were pained, and afraid, and tears welled up in their corners.

"I'm sorry," Finarfin repeated. His voice was barely a whisper. "I will not leave. Not again."

Not again?

Finarfin took a breath. Never again.

#finarfin #orodreth #silm fic #silmarillion #tolkien #an orodreth for the orodreth mutual #cw panic attack

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ramim · 25 days

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Fanfiction Time! (Lucien×Azriel and painful as fuck! Because I'm PMSing and my brain is stewing for tragedy and drama)

So I have this fanfic on my head which in Azriel and Lucien get together secretly and they are the perfect couple and all. They keep it a secret for months and one they Azriel decides to tell his family about their relationship bcz he wants to share his life with them but that's when everything goes downhill because the IC are skeptical about their relationship, specially Mor because she can't bring herself to trust Lucien and get over the fact that Lucien is Eris's brother.

So after a while, Azriel gets tired of everyone being so hostile toward Lucien but he can't bring himself to fight with his family, bcz he is so afraid of losing them. So he does the one thing he believes is the easiest, because he was alone before and he survived, so he thinks he can survive again. He breaks up with Lucien. This is the scene:

He had lived through wars, he had survived torture, but this... This was breaking him. He felt stretched too thin, his skin papery and ready to crumble; was it the cruel fate or the mockery of life? He didn't know... But he was done. He couldn't loose his family, he couldn't bear being an outsider for them, and being with Lucien was just that! Being an outsider... He backed a step, he had to do this. Even if it was hard, even if it ended the one good thing he managed to build in the five centuries of his life "we can't be together anymore, it's wrong! It's pointless! All of it, all this shit is just a fucking mistake, I should have never approached you that night and you... You should have stayed away! I know I said things, i know I made you think we were good for eachother, believe me, i thought we were! But I know better now. I can't do this anymore, I can't keep ignoring who you are. Who you family are! It's over Lucien...we... We are over!" He backed another step, hoping that physically distancing himself whould help to let go!

the pain in Lucien's face would haunt him for years; betrayal flashed in Lucien's russet eye as his lower lip trembled... Azriel saw the exact moment that his words broke Lucien's heart. But what hurt Azriel more? That there was no question in Lucien's eyes, no doubt, no shock! As if he had been expecting this, as if he always knew Azriel would someday leave him, as if he could never believe someone would love him enough to stay and fight for him...as if Azriel had just proven him right. Broken and hurt, Lucien whispered "but... I love you, doesn't it mean anything to you?" But no... It wasn't an actual question. It was an accusation, it was what Lucien believed now; that all his love meant nothing to Azriel. what love though? How could Lucien love Azriel? Lucien was light and warmth and joy and Azriel.... wasn't!

Blood rushed toward Azriel's face, his control collapsing and his hands shaking... No, no child of light would love something as dark as him! "What the fuck does that even mean? You don't know me! You don't know anything about me! You can't possibly love me!" No... Lucien could never love him! Those were just words...they didn't mean anything.

But the sad amile that graced Lucien's lips, the light catching in his tear soaked golden eye...no! Wrong...Azriel was wrong. It was Lucien, the most generous heart that has ever lived; Lucien could love him. Lucien had loved him! He still did, didn't he? He had made a mistake and he knew it even before Lucien's words reach him "I know your hands always hurt when it gets cold, so I warm them for you. I know you visit your mother every Wednesday, I know her favourite dessert is raspberry pie just like it's yours, and I always bake two ...so you can have a whole pie for yourself. I know you like your coffee as sweet as it gets and with so much milk that it's not coffee anymore." Lucien swallowed hard, Azriel reached his and and put one step forward but Lucien backed away... Azriel looked him in the eye, begging wordlessly for forgiveness but shaky tears treatened to spill from Lucien's eyes and for the first time in all these months, there was no forgiveness in them, only pain, only betrayal "I know you secretly love being around people because it makes you feel not so lonely, but you like to have you own space in silence as well. I know you steal some of Nesta's books and read them in secret because you actually love love! I know you don't like being an spy but you do it because no one can do it better than you and you don't want to leave your brother alone in doing what's hard and necessary. I know how to make you laugh, I know how to comfort you when you are sad, I know what you like, i know what you hate..but...But if it means nothing to you, maybe i should have never loved you."

All the noises of this world faded into nothing as Lucien's last words echoed in Azriel's eyes, his knees buckled, his heart racing... And before he knew, Lucien was gone.

#lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar #acofas #lucien #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and embers #lucien vanserra is the most precious male character ever #a court of silver flames #lucien × azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel+x+lucien #azrien #azriel

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KinnPorsche Music in Context: Episode One

It needs to be said: I started thinking about how a few of the songs used as KinnPorsche background music had incredibly apt or punny titles months ago. It’s been sort of poking around in my head that it might be some light, surface level meta to collect!

Ho boy was I wrong. I don’t know what I expected because absolutely nothing in KinnPorsche is just surface level. In episode one, I have already found several hysterical jokes, commentary on the shifting power dynamics, water symbolism, and many more gems.

Here is the link to my episode one Spotify playlist. I know there are quite a few playlists out there, but even scouring three of them, I still found additional songs that were not cited or mentioned.

There are 37 (yes, you read that correctly, 37!) songs in episode one and that's in addition to a handful of reprisals, so the insanely long list is under the cut.

For other episodes (as I get to them), go here!

We start, of course, with our beloved theme song, เพียงไว้ใจ (or PhiangWaichai) by Slot Machine. There’s plenty of thoughts on this, I’m not digging into it.

Introducing Kinn – Quantum Sonata by FormantX.

Kinn and Big head into the Italian’s den – Our Final Mission by Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen. This is the last time Big will join Kinn on a mission as his head bodyguard (I’m not crying, you’re crying.)

Introducing Don and the Italian gang – Waltz for Little Italy by Bireli Snow.

Introducing Porsch – Diggin' the Drama by The New Fools.

Kinn making accusations and Porsche mixing drinks hoping to get lucky – Covert Affairs by Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen.

After Kinn's iconic "I'm more like my mom," we are introduced to the song that makes the most appearances this episode: Concerto No. 2 in G Minor, L’estate (Summer) composed by Antonio Vivaldi. Now here’s where the KinnPorsche crew start to do what they do best: give us things to obsess over and over analyze.

The concerto has 3 movements and to be honest I’m not 100% sure that they pull from only one of them for the show. Remember when I said I wasn’t musically inclined? If anyone wants to chime in, please do.

Another fun thing about this Concerto? It is traditionally associated with or accompanied by a trio of sonnets (one for each movement). Oh, did I mention Vivaldi was Italian? Themes.

Anyway, the sonnets translated from Italian to English:

I. Allegro non molto– Under the heat of the burning summer sun, Languish man and flock; the pine is parched. The cuckoo finds its voice, and suddenly, The turtledove and goldfinch sing. A gentle breeze blows, But suddenly, the north wind appears. The shepherd weeps because, overhead, Lies the fierce storm, and his destiny. II. Adagio; Presto– His tired limbs are deprived of rest By his fear of lightning and fierce thunder, And by furious swarms of flies and hornets. III. Presto– Alas, how just are his fears, Thunder and lightening fill the Heavens, and the hail Slices the tops of the corn and other grain.

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Porsche and his fanclub at Hum Bar – Late Nights by Daxton.

When Yok calls Porsche over to the bar – Mysterious Madeline by Lucas Pittman.

As Kinn is driving over the bridge and they realize they're being followed (and when Porsche is making eyes at the woman across the bar) – Road of Fury by John Abbot.

Big and Kinn fleeing into the tunnels when Big is shot and Kinn is being chased down – They Are Coming by Hampus Naeselius.

There is a brief snippet here with a snare drum and a cymbal (I think?) when Porsche is cheekily asking Kinn for money and pissing in a bottle, but I couldn’t isolate it enough to find it. Any help would be appreciated!

Here, we’re introduced to the perfect fights song, Absolute Power by Hampus Naeselius, when Porsche beats down the street thugs and drives off with Kinn.

She Knocks by Lukas Amil plays when Porsche is being a brat and leaves Kinn at the gas station.

When Porsche comes home to Chay bandaging up Arthee – In Rain - Indigo Days. Can you say water symbolism?

The Joys And Sorrows of Life by Johannes Bornlöf gives a little hope when Porsche and Arthee are sitting and talking about finances and how much they could make off Kinn’s watch.

Porsche at the underground fighting ring has three songs in quick succession: Back to Where it Began by Rockin' For Decades,

Second Hand Slide by Lucas Pittman,

And Around the Bend by Pip Mondy as he turns the fights to his favor. [It is worth noting that they use a sort of stripped down version during most of it, but I couldn't find that version, so they may have done it themselves]

When Porsche comes home to Chay and Arthee celebrating making so much money off the watch we get Gentleman at Heart by Indigo Days. I think this one’s interesting because I’m actually not sure if it’s about Arthee or Porsche…

When Don finds his men tied up and (maybe dead?) – Let Me Introduce Myself by Rune Dale. This comes right after the scene where Korn chastises Kinn for his decision to enrage Don instead of “giving him gifts.” This is Kinn telling Don exactly how he plans to run things and how very different he is from his father. Kinn's mother must have been ruthless with a good sense of humor.

When Kinn asks Chan about finding Jom/Porsche, we're back to Vivaldi’s Concerto. Like the shepherd, Porsche's Destiny hangs over his head.

College Porsche and his stolen pastry get Moonshiner's Turn by Martin Landström.

Jom is approached to act as "a waiter who's actually the greatest boxer undercover,” our dear theater kid gets Concert Hall Hideout by Stationary Sign.

A moment later when Porsche realizes he's been caught? Cheese! by Alexandra Woodward. [This one is not on the Spotify playlist but I did find it on Epidemic Sound.]

When Porsche calls Chay, worried that Chay may be targeted or even taken by Kinn? Extraction by Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen. Which is a truly horrible double entendre because the very next song is

Clogged Up by Jerry Lacey. I'm not even dignifying this scene with a response.

Kinn sweet talking Yok (with veiled threats) – Infiltrator by Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen.

Porsche’s kidnapping – Honor the Brave by Hampus Naeselius.

Kinn reading Porsche his own biography – Beryllium - Farrell Wooten. Beryllium is, according to a brief google search, a natural metal that is expensive, brittle, and dangerous to work with (toxic).

Porsche's fight theme – Absolute Power. Except who has the power this time?

Brief reprise of She Knocks as Kinn once again watches Porsche walk away from him (or throw himself off the boat in this case).

When Korn and Kinn discuss how to force Porsche, and moving into the next scene when Porsche finds Chay cleaning up after another break-in, and through to Porsche finding Thee being beaten up – The Stakeout by Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen.

When the loan shark tells Porsche that Thee still owes despite Porsche believing they had paid things off, leading to Porsche forcefully kicking Thee out of his and Chay's life? Ghosting by Christopher Moe Ditlevsen.

When Porsche finally tells Thee to leave and after, when Porsche goes home alone to clean up his ruined house, we get one of my all time favorites – Bitter Heart - Instrumental Version by Memi. Although the soundtrack presumably uses the instrumental version, I would argue that the lyrics were taken into account when choosing it:

“Suddenly you look like a stranger A face I knew, but I must've forgotten … We know we could've done it better Fought for the little things that we wanted … Oh, I wish that you hadn't pulled the trigger Shot me down with my bitter heart My blood is getting thicker You shot me down, you shot me down With my bitter heart”

This is getting way too long, so I cut some of the lyrics but I strongly recommend checking out the original.

As Chay tells Porsche that their parents would be proud of him, there is a very brief reprisal of In Rain.

It then switches to No More Drama by Eric Feinberg as they hug and Porsche tucks Chay in. This calls back to the song that first accompanied Porsche, Diggin’ the Drama, and Porsche has made his decision. He can't keep living like this and he can't let Chay live like this either.

Porsche's letter and Kinn pouring himself a drink – a reprisal of Gentleman at Heart.

During the famous "your life is mine" scene where, at least in the translation, Porsche asks if Kinn is a god, we get a third reprisal of the Concerto. Porsche's destiny is set, the storm has blown in and ruined his life leaving him desperate.

When Porsche confronts Korn and asks to be Big and Ken's boss and through to Korn Playing Chess – So to Say by Taylor Crane

At which point we get one, final reprise of the Concerto as Korn places the Queen on the board and the game begins.

Finally – Free Fall by Slot Machine.

And, in the interest of being thorough....

Episode Two Preview – Global Impact by Philip Ayers.

#fucking hell #that was way more than i expected #i tried to go back and reduce my commentary #but whatever #i worked really hard on this 🥲#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche the series #music analysis #sort of #help i'm stuck in a rabbit hole #would also love feedback on whether i should maybe break these up in the future? this is so massive...#i guess i could have cut back on the songs i didn't really get but #the whole point was to be comprehensive and allow people to draw their own conclusions #so

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I'll take Sanon lmao.

Listen Sora has this warlord wrapped around her goddamned finger and Mihawk knows it, Sanji teases him for it. So when Sora enacts a family picture day maybe about six months to a year after they arrive they agree. The photo looks like those royal family portraits that go viral a couple times a year. The difference through the years is Mihawk is more open in them, Sora and Sanji look healthier and Sanji grows. The difference hits when they take photos at Baratie and Sanji is in his work uniform.

Mihawk spoils the both of them, he gets Sanji his first set of really nice chef knives and he finds a tiara in a treasure so he places it carefully on Sora's head as she giggles. Sanji is a better cook than both of them, Sora will sword fight Mihawk and she's decent, nowhere near his level but she can. Sanji's flexibility has led him to several instances of getting stuck in some tight spaces in the castle when he was outrunning the humandrills. Sora has evidence of at least two instances on film. Mihawk asks him every time if he's learned his lesson when the answer every time is no but Sanji lies to his face and says yes.

Bonus Points: when Zoro appears and they add him and Perona and the best looking wanted poster of Sanji that's out to the family photos. Perona enjoys dolling up for these and Mihawk has to force Zoro into looking presentable.

Thanks for letting me name you haha,

I think their little swordfights would be so cute, they're fighting close combat and she'll give him a little wink, he'll pretend to get distracted and give her the upper hand just for a bit.

The thing with the portraits made me amile like an idiot especially the bonus bit :') Tho I think I'd be cute if during the two years of training, they managed to get Zoro and Perona to agree on an actual portrait. Maybe they pinned the wantef poster of Sanji next to one of their heads on the painting to feel like he's there hahaha

Also do you think they have cute little tea-time dates? I think it'd be adorable, the clock strikes 3 and Mihawk just drops everything he's been doing because "Ah, it's tea time..." and just goes to have a drink with biscuits or something, idk??? sounds a bit like something he'd do????

Sanji getting stuck in tight spaces is so canon to me! Sanon, you're truly a visionary. I can actually see him trying to craw through a vent or get through the gate bars or something and just standing there for what feels like hours because he can't get out. Like Sora sees him and goes all "Sanji, what happened, again???" and Sanji just kinda not wanting to answer on the verge of tears just shaking his head.

#mihawk x sora #sanji #vinsmoke sora #dracule mihawk #vinsmoke sanji #op #answers

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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3am Cravings - Peter Maximoff

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 216

Requested: Hey there !! I love your work and I was wondering, if you haven't done this already and if you don't mind of course, doing head canons or maybe an imagine on having a baby with Peter Maximoff ?? I just thought of this at like, 3 am and I'd love to have a fan fiction for it, thank you and ily :)) @teenage-mutant-ninja-nerd

Authors Note: I used the fact you thought of it at 3am for kinda base of the imagine lol. Thank you for requesting!

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“Can’t sleep?” Peter asked as he felt the bed shift, meaning Y/n was moving again. It hadn’t been an uncommon occurrence since they started feeling the baby move.

“No. Your child won’t stop moving. I swear his or her power is gonna be similar to yours.” Y/n grumbled frustrated at all the poking of her organs. She just wanted to sleep.

“Ah, come one baby let mama sleep. The more she sleeps the more you can be up later on.” Peter spoke against Y/n’s stomach trying to brive their baby into settling in her stomach.

They waited a moment to see if it wired but after a minute the baby skicked again. Y/n amiled at Peter. “Nice try.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked hoping he could atleast help a little but in some way.

“No, just you.” Y/n shook her head smiling at him but as they went to lay back down. Y/n felt a craving. “Well, and maybe some lemonade and bacon.”

Peter broke out into laughter, smiling at her shaking his head. “What a combination.”

Y/n shrugged. “ Our child wants what it wants.”

“That it dose.” Peter smiled as he got up to go to the kitchen to get the odd combination. “I’ll be right back.”

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#y/n #x reader #x y/n #imagine #imagines #xmen #young xmen #quicksilver #quick silver #quicksilver x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagines #peter maximoff x reader #xmcu #pietro maximoff

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sugarviv · 4 months

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My take on the Paris Special’s alternate universe (pt. 1 of many concepts explained)

Keep in mind that I am not a writer- more an idea person. I don’t imagine anything I come up with will be even close to canon. With that said, let’s start with the Backstory:

The origin story begins not with the universe we see, but instead with a world where everything is normal… Except

Gabriel allows Colt to use the Peacock Miraculous so that Amile can have a child. Instead of responding is complete disgust however, Colt takes an interest and decides to try and research about the miraculous…

Somehow, he manages to learn what he needs to, and summons Gimmi to make the ultimate wish… To be given supreme power over anyone and everyone. After all, the price that would take would only serve to keep himself in power

Things play out as we see they do in that universe at that point: Gabriel steals the Moth and Peacock miraculouses (miraculi?🤔), Colt kills Emile for using the power of the peacock again, mostly due to a proud anger he’s had since the first time she had Adrien, and Gabriel goes into hiding to start the resistance.

The difference now is that Colt knows of Gabriel’s identity… that’s exactly why he decides to give his only son the Cat Miraculous. So he can be forced to watch this universe’s Adrien unknowingly destroy himself (along with knowingly destroying Paris ☝️😌)

Now… here’s a few quick design ideas for other characters.

Felix and Kagami, both being Sentibeings, work for the Supreme as Morals Officers (not sure how else to call them). They’re both constantly on the clock, patrolling the city, keeping the citizens in line, and overall trying to dissuade any kind of rebellion.

They act in sort of a Good cop/Bad cop routine, and are so overworked and under so much pressure that they have no time to be themselves or even know themselves.

Although Chloe’s father is still the mayor, Laws work differently under the Supreme’s rule. Andre was made to send Chloe to live elsewhere if he wanted to be given a position of political power, which lead to Chloe living with her friend Sabrina.

Chloe is a typical mean girl, lashing out at others and being petty, but this is all due to insecurity and (pretty trope-y) stuff.. She did grow up with her father though, and through her emotionally (and literally) absent mother, got to grow up with Adrien and even star as a model for many of Gabriel’s more youthful and feminine designs. She considers Adrien to be almost like a brother to her, even though she doesn’t see him much after his mother died.

I,,, honestly don’t have much for Luka 🧍 He’s mostly just potential right now- Potential to become a part of the resistance AND potential to be used by the Supreme and harness a miraculous. Luka is a good bit more cynical compared to his show counterpart, and struggles with serious abandonment issues after not only his dad abandoning him as a baby, but his twin sister Juleka seemingly vanishing as well (she became a miraculous holder- I’ll design her eventually if y’all want 😊)

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