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quantumleapt · 1 year

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He’s pretty sure he could drive the road back home in his sleep, and for all intents and purposes, he may as well be dreaming. The winding road, the cornfields blanketed in white, the twinkling of faraway lights, the soft, staticky Christmas music on the radio, the fact that he’s here at all, standing in front of the farmhouse as if nothing had changed.

But everything had.

He’s greeted by two sets of kids he doesn’t recognize, all but breaking down the front door and screaming ‘Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam!’. Of course he catches them and hoists them up anyways, spinning them around and giving them kisses and hugs in abundance, but he couldn’t remember their names, ages, or favorite colors. When they let him go, running back into the house and yelling for their parents, he lets the smile fall, takes in a shaky breath to steady himself. Al lays a hand, solid, on his shoulder, reminding him that, yes, this is real, they’re here.

If it wasn’t for the touch, Sam wouldn’t believe it. Al, here, in Elk Ridge, with a bunch of Becketts? Al, not spending the holidays somewhere glitzy and glamorous and enjoying his freedom, getting back to his life of not constantly being tethered to Sam?

Then again, Thelma Louise Beckett was nothing if not formidable, and she’d insisted, leaving no room for protest and Admiral Al Calavicci with no choice but to acquiesce to her demands with a simple ‘yes ma’am’.

Well. They’re here. He can at least try to enjoy it, try to fit in, try and pretend like he’d done this a hundred times before.

“I just don’t understand it, Sam,” his mom is saying as he helps her carry the trays of freshly baked cookies into the dining room. “I mean, it’s amazing! One minute, you could hardly cook a TV dinner on your own, and the next… well, now I think you should be in charge of the kitchen, not me!”

“Aw, c’mon, Mom,” he’s responding, huffing a nervous laugh as he sets the tray down. “I-I learned from the best… eventually. I–”

He stops when a hand catches his, and he’s turning to face @andstrange , who’s giving him his trademark Calavicci smirk, somehow managing to be sweet and smug all at the same time.

Sam thinks Al must’ve said something, or maybe his expression says it all, as his free hand points up and Sam follows his gaze toward the green, leafy tangle adorned with white berries, tied neatly with a red bow that absolutely wasn’t hanging under the light fixture he last time he checked. Heart tripping over itself with nerves or complete and utter joy, eyes crinkle with a toothy smile as he leans down, circling his arms around him. Al trails rough, callused fingertips over his cheekbones and jaw.

Their lips meet just as gently, and Sam melts into the embrace, tugging him close, wondering why he never realized before how right this feels. He could stay here forever, he thinks–

“HOO-YAH!” Tom whoops, fists pumping in the air, causing Sam to break the kiss, trying and failing to hold back his laughter.

“Tom!” he tries to chide, but his eyes are twinkling when he looks at his older brother, bounding over and encasing them in a bone-crushing hug, managing to lift both of them up off the ground. “Tom, your back, you gotta be careful!”

“Like hell I do! This calls for a celebration! Katie, you owe me fifty bucks!”

“I do not!” comes Katie’s immediate retort, every inch the little sister even as she joins the hug, jamming an accusatory finger into her eldest brother’s rib. “You cheated, hanging the mistletoe like that! The bet’s off!”

Tuning out the sounds of his brother and sister’s play-argument, Sam turns his attention back to Al, eyes warm and smile full of tenderness.

“Merry Christmas, Al,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips.

It’s good to be home.

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magicmanias · 4 years

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A Crown of Silver Flowers

Request: “You mentioned requests being open. Here is one. Thranduil. From friends to lovers: 7 “I know, but I want more“ Please 😊” @sweetfairy1

7. “I know, but I want more.”

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Summary: Thranduil seeks one last chance with you before he is too late.

(Occurs before the events of the Hobbit.)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers cliché

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Loth means flower in Sindarin. I FINISHED IT!

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit // MASTERLIST

There she was beside him, poised and tall on her Fresian stallion. Loose strands of hair dangled under a garland of poppies that sat on her head blowing calmly in the steady afternoon breeze. She looked like a queen and Thranduil imagined a reality where it could be true. He wondered if she'd prefer a crown of silver or flowers.

“Thranduil?”

“Yes, Ioth?” Thranduil watched her more intently. She avoided his gaze, instead directing her attention to the view before them, though she barely noticed it. Her fingers absent-mindedly rooted through her stallion's tangled mane. Thranduil's elk shifted, bringing her back down to earth.

“Would you… Would you ever be angry with me?”

“Angry? I can't fathom an occasion where I would be angry with you,” he answered. She continued to comb through the horse's locks with her fingers. Thranduil watched her hands stroke nervously through the stallion's mane. He knit his brow. Her hands shook. “What is wrong, loth?”

“I'm… My father—he… he has informed me that he was found a suitable match for me.” Thranduil stiffened. He what? “The captain of the guard in Lithlorien. I am to leave Mirkwood by next morning.”

“You're leaving?“ Thranduil unmounted the elk. He couldn't look her in the eye. How could she be leaving? “When is…”

“The… wedding is in two weeks time.” She followed suit and trailed hopelessly behind the young king.

“Do you love him?” Thranduil turned to see her reaction. He was met with wide, teary eyes and a quivering lip.

“Love him?”

“Yes, do you love him?”

“I… I haven't even met him yet.” She looked down to hide her face. Thranduil knew she was crying. He cupped her cheek and swept a thumb to wipe away a tear. Y/N leaned into it and wept more. She didn't love him. “I don't want to go. I'll miss you so much.”

“Stay.” Thranduil tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. She looked at his icy eyes. She'd never seen the king so… desperate before.

She wiped her eyes and back away from him. “I can't. My father—”

“I don't care what your father says. I am your king, so… I command you to stay.”

The elleth laughed. “Thranduil, my king, I will miss you and your outrageous abuse of power.”

“I would commit treasons across Middle Earth for you,” Thranduil admitted. “Just stay.”

“Oh, that would never end well. What will the people think? A maiden elleth choosing her king before her fiance? It would be rather scandalous.”

“Then we shall run away,” he chuckled. “To another land, far from here.”

“I think that would elicit even more rumors, my king,” she giggled.

The king's voice went quiet, dropping down an octave. “I mean it, Loth. I never want to be apart from you.”

She frowned and took the ellon's hand from her cheek. Once again, she faced the view before her. Perhaps she didn't want to see Thranduil's face when she asked, “Will you come? To the wedding?”

“I… don't think I can.”

There was no need to ask why. There was somewhere deep inside of Y/N that knew the answer. So she didn't ask. She couldn't. If he answered, everything would be ruined. And despite how much she ached to hear her king say those three words to her… it would ruin everything.

“I love you.”

2 Weeks Later

He was… adequate, you supposed. There was nothing wrong with him. Handsome, honorable, fearless, a renowned soldier, and more titles than you could bother to remember. Your father was no obstacle--in fact, he might have adored your fiance more than you tolerated him. When you were given news of your engagement to the ellon, you could not lie and say that you were unimpressed. Your father made him sound like quite the suitor. But the moment he stepped off his white horse and approached you with that cookie cutter smile, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to fall into a deep pit. There really wasn’t anything wrong with him. And yet, every night since then, you couldn't sleep because your head was filled with endless thoughts of running away.

Thranduil had never been so reckless in his life. Battered soldiers lay stiff around him, bruised and near broken at the king’s ill-directed wrath. He heaved and his muscles ached, but he craved to continue. Anger still seeped from his very being, but it seemed all the soldiers were down at his feet or cowering away. He sheathed his sword and stormed away from the scene, leaving the bruised soldiers to pick up after themselves.

He hated her. He hated her like he’d never hated anyone ever in his immortal life. It was a burning, fiery, passionate hatred that made his skin crawl in fury. He wished a lot of things about her. He wished he never set eyes on that infernal elleth. He wished he could scream at her. He wished he could tell her every little horrible emotion he felt toward her. He wished he could take her in his arms and squeeze so tight that she couldn’t breathe. He wished he could be close enough to her to smell her hair. He wished he could touch her skin. He wished to feel her lips upon his. He wished to tell her that he loved her and to hear that she felt the same. He hated her. He hated she didn’t feel the same. He hated that she loved him in a way that was most painful to him. He hated that she was marrying a perfectly suitable ellon that would give her the life he couldn’t. He hated her.

Without her, Thranduil couldn’t breathe, but he might as well give up trying to. Eternal life would be meaningless without her. She was his eternity. Eru, how did it come to this?

You stared at the garnet ring on your finger, mocking you with the future it represented. You contemplated tearing it off and flinging it across the room, but every time you slipped it off just slightly, you knew you’d get up only to find it and place back where it belonged. You sighed and shifted the band around your finger. You much preferred silver over red.

Thranduil stepped into the steaming water of the bath and sunk in. He hoped the water would magically erase his memories of the elleth haunting his every waking moment, but there she was, dancing in his dreams the moment he closed his eyes. Why couldn’t she love him? He tried to hold onto the figment of you dancing with him, but just as all his tainted memories of you transitioned to his nightmare, this one did as well.

2 Weeks Ago

“I wish you hadn't said that.”

“But it's true, Loth. I love you.”

“You're my friend.”

“I know, but I want more,” he said desperately. Thranduil tried to grab her hand but she pulled it away in fear. “I love you, Y/N.“

“I don’t love you, your majesty!“ you screamed back, tears streaming down your cheeks. Thranduil stepped back, rigid and frozen, except for his shattering heart. You wiped your tears quickly, failing to hide them and whimpered. Thranduil’s anger completely disappeared and dismay flooded all his senses. He stepped forward slightly, even more desperate to cling onto you and pretend those words never left your lips.

“Loth…”

“Leave me alone!” She ran away from the heat-broken king. Thranduil could only watch her grow smaller and smaller from his view until she disappeared altogether.

You laid in your bed and stared at the high ceiling. The ring was still wrapped around your hand as you nervously played with it. Tomorrow would pass and your fate would be sealed with an elf you never loved. You allowed your mind to wander aimlessly, hoping to drift to something pleasant to distract you from thoughts of your future husband. Suddenly, you remembered the friend you had been avoiding for so long.

Your silver haired king.

Your heart tugged at the thought of Thranduil. And memories of the last time you saw him ambushed your tired mind. “I don't love you, your majesty!“ You hadn’t meant it.

“Oh Eru.” How could you say those things to him? He probably hated you now, but you didn’t blame him. You hated yourself. The man that was once your closest friend hated you and you would never be able to tell him that you felt the same way he did. Well, the way he used to at least.

You loved him. You’d always loved him. He may have fallen in love with you decades ago, but you’d loved him for centuries. For all that time, you had grown accustomed to a fate of unrequited love, so when he said those things to you… you didn’t know what to do. Being in love with the silver king was a reverie, a fantasy that occupied your dreams at night, but when you awoke, you forced yourself to act like he was no more than your king and your friend. After centuries of pretending you didn’t love him, you had become good at it and the thought that he could love you never even crossed your conscious mind.

It was late, but Thranduil found himself unable to sleep, plagued with thoughts of her. Everything about her crossed his tired mind. Her hair that was never fully neat. The way she carried herself when walking down a path, even when she thought no one was looking. The smile that crept on her lips when it wasn't proper. The sound of her sweet voice when she sang to him in the evenings. The glow that encircled her in the morning. Why was she getting married? He'd really thought she loved him.

Why were you getting married? It made your father so happy and your mother couldn't hold more pride toward her daughter, but why were you doing this? You hadn't even liked the ellon you were marrying, let alone loved him. You were glad it was so late. You were too tired to cry. At least your eyes wouldn't be puffy during the wedding. The dark circles under your eyes would be another problem though. At least Thranduil wouldn't see you like this. Why were you getting married?

Thranduil didn't care if you loved him. He needed to see his friend. She couldn't marry someone she'd only met. Maybe she didn't love him, but he would do everything in his power to prevent her from a life of unhappiness with another ellon. The king marched out of his chambers, ignoring the confused servants in his way. “Alefen, retrieve my stag.”

“But, your majesty—”

“This is urgent. I must leave as soon as possible.”

“Of course, your majesty.”

You had to see him. You couldn't marry that ellon. You loved Thranduil. He may hate you now, but he'd been your friend for so long. Perhaps you could at least save that.

You sprinted out of your room, still in your nightgown, and raced to the stables. Your horse jumped at the sudden sound of your footsteps and shot his gaze up at you.

“Hello,” you whispered gently to the stallion, stroking his black nose. “I know you must be anxious to go out.”

The black steed whinnied in agreement and stomped his hooves into the dirt.

“I'm going to need you to ride like the wind,” you said, still stroking his soft fur. “We're going home.”

Thranduil rode into the forest on the large stag, hearing nothing but the footsteps of the stag and his racing heart. Lithlorien was a day's ride away, but by then Y/N would already be married. Thranduil shook the thought out of his head. He was determined to get there.

“Fly faster,” he told the elk. “Please, as fast as you can.”

Y/N had been riding for an hour. Her stallion ever-loyal had managed to keep a consistent pace, just as desperate to be home as she was. The forest was just coming into view, compelling the horse to pump it's legs even faster.

“Woah, Stygian, my love, slow. You will kill yourself at this pace,” you cooed, pulling gently on his mane. The stallion grunted, but continued to gallop too speed. You winced pulling harder, demanding the horse to slow, but he would not. “Stygian, you must— Ah!”

The stallion stopped still in his tracks and distracted, you did not grip onto him properly, sending you flying into the air. You braced for the hard impact, but you landed much quicker than you anticipated and on much softer group than you expected. Slowly, you opened your eyes and were met with icy blue ones.

“Ah!” You tried to scramble away in fear, but in your struggle you fell once more, this time on actual ground. “Ow!”

Wait, something about those eyes… They were familiar. Icy blue…

“Loth?” a familiar voice called out.

You sat up and looked at the king above you. Your pained face stretched into a smile as you witnessed the silver haired ellon leave the back of the elk and offer a hand to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, taking his hand and pulling yourself up.

“I could ask you the same, Loth,” he said warmly. He quickly let go of your hand, to your disappointment. You watched silently as he went and brought your spooked horse back over to you.

“I-I came back. I couldn't marry him,” you admitted, your voice echoing in the forest. Thranduil remained silent, silently pleading for you to continue. “I…Thranduil, I… hope you don't hate me.” Perhaps you weren't tired enough, because tears managed to well in your eyes and fall.

“Hate you?” Thranduil repeated. His heart broke at the sight of you. You looked so tired and sad, oh, but you were beautiful all the same. He remembered the anger he felt toward you only just that morning and the weeks prior. No, he didn't hate you. He never did. He was just so tormented. But he couldn't hate you. “No, I don't hate you, Loth.”

“Y-You don't?” you blubber, still crying. You tried in vain to wipe your tears away. “But-But—”

Thranduil moved your hand from your face and wiped your tears from your cheeks and replaced them with his hand, rubbing a thumb in your skin.

“I could never hate you, loth.” He smiled bitterly. “You may not love me, but I will always love you.”

“I love you.”

Thranduil shook his head. “You do not need to spare me my feelings, loth.”

“Its true,” you insisted. “I’ve loved you for so long, Thranduil. I love you… I'm sor—”

Before you could apologize, hands wrapped around your waist and lips enveloped your own. Your hands made their way up Thranduil's chest and rested on his face. You melted into the kiss and he pulled you closer. You noses rubbed together and you pushed ever closed to him.

Stygian whinnied loudly, bringing you out of the kiss. You laughed and Thranduil merely smiled. He grabbed your hands and kissed them.

“Marry me,” he said gently, focusing on your hands, small in his large grasp.

“What?” you gasped.

“I love you. I want to make you my queen, loth.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I want to make you mine.”

“I am yours, my love.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips.

He was the one to break the second kiss, enveloping you in his arms. He placed his head on yours and stroked your back. “Would you like a crown of silver or flowers?”

“Both.”

He chuckled. “It shall be done, my queen.”

“Thranduil?” He hummed in acknowledgement. “Will you only call me Loth?”

“Do you not like ‘my queen’?”

“Others can call me that if they wish, but I like it when you call me Loth,” you said.

“If that's what you plead, my Loth.”

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pearlescent-princess · 2 years

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I figured it was a good time for another small meditation. Totally forgot it was a new moon, but since I remembered I decided to metaphorically plant my seeds to let them grow this lunar cycle. Mostly ideas, but things to bring me joy. My meditation went fine, although a memory was dredged up. Something pleasant to match the wintery season.

It was brief but nice. Something sweet that Goldie did a long time ago. He had gotten home from work one day in the winter. I know I had left our home to go out and meet him. He arrived in a sleigh because it had snowed an unusual amount that week. I was never told he was doing that as he always would tell me if he was running late. Which he did say he was. I remember being bundled up to meet him outside. He said he'd take me shopping (which was really something he likes to do more than I).

He hollered to me to get into the sleigh. I know it was pulled by an elk, I think actually the massive Irish elk, since it was huge. The antlers on it were impressive. I got into the dark colored, decorated sleigh. Goldie had his hand out for me to take, and of course I did take it. I remember he was warm and he shared the blanket with me.

He said something to the elk and it went forward. I snuggled into his side. I asked him how he was able to arrange this since we get such little snow each year and he laughed. He said to me that it was probably another's will to have more snow this year. I made a 'hmm' sound at him. I rode with him and took in the dark scenery around. The soft light of the glowing orbs in the lanterns casting enough out. I know we lived out in the sticks a bit but there was not much to worry about. At some point Goldie pulled out a thermos and said he brought some hot chocolate.

The thermos was engraved in some manner. It glowed oddly. I know I took a few sips here and there. Goldie said he brought some treats along too. He dug those out of his coat pocket and handed me a cookie of some kind. I think it was butter cookie, it tasted like one at least. I know we ate and enjoyed the silence. It was a longer trip back but spending time with him was always wonderful. He put his arm around me and I leaned more into his side. I said he smelled good. He only amusingly replied that I tell him that him all the time. It's true though, he does smell divine.

I don't recall the rest as my time went off and the scene faded. I know we did go shopping and we did go home after. I just don't know what, and I'm content not knowing. I certainly don't remember all the times I've gone shopping here. But anyways, I realize as I recall this, the sleigh ride was very extra but also typical Goldie. He likes that stuff. Just like how he had us go to the nutcracker play all the time (and this year is no different). It's wholesome, and I'm tickled I've been getting these bits after many, many years of less than great stuff. I deserve it.

#monarch's musings #meditation #spirit tales #golden eyes #memories are always faster in the mind. never true to how long it actually was.#i wonder if that is how astral experiences are encoded. they're distorted like that because our time & memory aren't the same as here?

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desirexwolf · 4 years

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Night Before Christmas

Summary: Christmas had always been a quiet affair for the Parkers and when Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that. Tony proves him wrong.

Word count: 2951

This is my entry for @irondadsecretsanta! I wrote this for the amazing @whumphoarder, happy holidays. <33

Winter had always been Peter's favorite time of the year. Ever since he could remember, December was the time of fairy lights, hot chocolate and May's burnt Christmas cookies. Ben would take Peter to pick out a Christmas tree and all three of them would decorate it afterwards. His uncle always picked Peter up to put the star on top even when Peter was already a teenager.

And then it was just May and Peter.

They spent their first Christmas after Ben's death in a diner down the street after May burnt the turkey, both of them silently wiping away tears. Neither of them really was in the Christmas spirit.

After that, May tried to give Peter a proper Christmas every year. The weeks leading up to the holidays she would take countless double shifts in the hospital to afford at least a Lego set for her nephew. It was different from what they were used to, but they made it work.

When Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that.

But after the whole showdown with the vulture, the two of them got a lot closer than either of them originally anticipated. Peter regularly went to the compound for upgrades and after a while, he would spend whole weekends with Tony tinkering in his lab.

They didn't spend Christmas together, but they got each other presents and for New Year's Tony even invited him and May up to the compound.

Barely half a year later, Thanos invaded the earth. Then Titan happened.

When he woke up, five years had passed and Tony almost lost his life defeating Thanos. And now, December 23nd, he is sitting in the Stark's living room, surrounded by fairy lights in each corner of the room when a little thatch of brown hair comes rushing in and barreling into his legs.

"Petey!" Morgan climbs up on the spot next to him with a serious look on her face, skipping the greeting to focus on more serious matters. "Gerald needs a bell."

Peter grins. "Oh yeah and why is that?"

"Because someone's got a little bit too deep into the Christmas spirit while shopping," Tony calls. He enters the living room with a bag so huge he has to use both arms to carry it and drops it onto the dining table with a huff. "Isn't that right, Madam Secretary?"

Morgan just giggles.

Peter picks her up and walks over to Tony, sparing a glance into the overflowing shopping bag. "Jesus, how much did you buy?"

"Don't ask me, I just paid for the stuff. But someone else here was very convinced we could not celebrate Christmas without these," - Tony pulls out a box with obnoxiously white and pink Christmas balls - "very beautiful Hello Kitty decorations."

Morgan hides her face in Peter's neck with a mischievous smile and presses her cold nose against his skin. He wraps his left arm around her waist so he can look through the bag with the other hand, pushing through numerous fairy lights, candles and Christmas balls.

"Well, I don't see a bell," Tony quirks an eyebrow at him and Peter shrugs. "The Chef said Gerald needs a bell and I do agree. He does need a bell."

Tony scoffs. "You're supposed to agree with me here, you know?"

Peter just smiles while Morgan throws her arms around his neck in a strangling hug.

"Unbelievable, betrayed by my own blood. Savages, both of you." Tony says and wraps his arms around his daughter, pulling her away from Peter and tickling her sides.

Morgan squeals loudly and wiggles out of Tony's grasp. She slaps his hands away when he playfully jabs her side again. "Can I go look for Uncle Happy?"

"Sure you can. But don't talk him into Juice Pops before dinner, Mom sees everything, you know that!" Tony calls after her, but Morgan was already dashing out of the living room in search of her uncle.

Peter stifles a laugh and Tony turns to the teenager, clapping a hand down on his shoulder. "Yeah, laugh it up. Don't think I'm letting you off the hook, you'll help me unpack all of that."

Peter whines, but starts to take the decorations out off the shopping bag and throwing them onto the dining table. He's at his fourth packing of fairy lights when he speaks up. "Not to judge but, uh, where do you plan to put all of that?"

"The basement," Tony picks up a ginormous, fluffy elk with a Santa hat and examines it with a skeptical frown. "Pepper is going to have a fit when she sees all of that stuff, so let's pick up the pace, kiddo."

Peter grins, but keeps unpacking silently.

To be honest, Peter enjoys the overbearing Christmas spirit the Stark's have going on. And that does include all the unnecessary Christmas decorations, so he actually doesn't mind helping Tony unpack everything. Peter just hopes that May will think something similar when she joins them on Christmas Eve instead of finding it too overbearing. She was at a staff training in New Jersey over the weekend, which is why Happy had picked Peter up from school and brought him to the lake house to spend the days leading up to Christmas there.

"- Hey, kid, you listening to me?"

Peter jerks up, blinking at Tony. "Sorry, what? I- I didn't catch that."

"Yeah, I noticed," Tony smirks, but his smile is soft and his eyes held a fondness that was reserved only for his kids. "I asked how your Spanish exam went. You tired, kid?"

Now that Tony mentioned it, Peter realizes that he was tired. He had been generally exhausted for the past two weeks, but between finals and patrols he had paid that not a lot of thought. Now that he could relax, the ache in his bones became unpleasantly obvious.

"Worn out from finals, I guess." he admits sheepishly.

Tony nods and walks around the table to Peter. "Yeah, you look it." he mutters, running his flesh hand through the teenager's hair. Peter makes a sound of protest but it quickly dies down when he leans into the comforting touch. He reminds Tony of a kitten. "You wanna catch a quick nap before dinner? I got the rest of this. And

don't worry, I'll cover for you with Madam Secretary."

Peter chuckles quietly, feeling drained all of the sudden. "You sure?"

"100%. Now go before I change my mind." Tony says and gives Peter a gentle push towards the hallway before turning back to the dining table.

Peter just gives him a mock salute in return.

He can hear Morgans‘ enthusiastic chattering outside when he walks down the hallway to his room and closes the door behind him, blocking out the noise. He shuts the window for good measure as well and pulls the curtains closed before crawling under the covers. Peter falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

It’s already dark outside when Pepper comes home from work. Tony had thankfully managed to clear all evidence of their Christmas shopping, stuffing most of it into already overbearing corners in the hope that his wife wouldn’t notice that way.

Morgan had claimed the hideous elk they bought as hers though, dragging both Happy and the stuffed toy into the living room to play while Tony prepared dinner.

After hearing his wife greet Morgan and Happy in the room next door Pepper joins Tony in the kitchen, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Where are you hiding Peter?”

“In his room, catching up on sleep before dinner.”

Pepper hums and leans over her husband’s shoulder to peek into the cooking pot. Tony turns around, putting his hands on Peppers waist and gives her a kiss to greet her properly.

“You’re just trying to keep me away from your chili, aren’t you?” she grins up at him, wrapping her arms around Tony’s neck.

“Well, is it working? It’s the only thing I can cook, you know.”

Pepper just chuckles quietly before going in for another kiss.

Tony breaks the embrace first, picking up the wooden spoon from the counter and holding it out to his wife. “Don’t let the food scorch while I go and wake Peter.

He hands the spoon over to Pepper and sticks his head into the living room to tell Happy and Morgan that dinner’s almost ready before heading down the hallway to

Peter’s room.

Tony stops in front of the door and knocks. “Peter,” he calls out. “Dinner’s ready.”

When he doesn’t receive a response, Tony huffs and opens the door. Unsurprisingly, Peter’s room is immersed into darkness, lights shut off and the curtains drawn. It’s only from the faint light in the hallway that Tony can see the bed and Peter, completely hidden under his comforter.

Tony makes his way over to him and peels the blanket away from the heap that is Peter. Woken up from the sudden movement, the teenager blinks up at him owlishly. “Good morning, sunshine,” Tony says and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Dinner’s ready. You want to try and emerge from your cave?”

Peter groans. He sits up and rubs his eyes, curls falling loosely into his face. “I slept. Why am I still so tired?”

“Burden of being a teenager, huh?”

Peter just glares at him halfheartedly and Tony pats Peter’s calf through the blanket. “C’mon, chop chop. Dinner’s getting cold.”

With a sigh Peter moves to get up from the bed and Tony waits until he’s on his feet before leaving the room.

In the kitchen Pepper was already serving the food while Morgan’s sitting at the table. Morgan beams as Tony enters room and he blows a raspberry on her cheek while passing by her seat. She giggles, but is already distracted when Peter shuffles into the kitchen.

“Petey”, she cheers and Peter tries to smile. “You’re awake!”

If you can call it that, Tony thought. In the bright kitchen light the kid looks the worse for wear, two shades too pale and deep bags under his eyes. But even though the kid’s obviously exhausted, he still tries to keep up his banter with Morgan and sits down beside her.

Tony keeps up conversation with Pepper during dinner, she tells him that Happy had to leave before dinner because he was needed in town, but he can’t help glancing back at Peter every now and then. He’s barely touching his food and when everyone else is already finished, not even half of it is gone.

“Didn’t you like it?” Morgan wonders loudly, suspiciously eyeing Peter’s plate.

Before Peter can response, Tony chimes in. ��Morguna, why don’t you go in the living room and pick out a movie we can watch,” he gets up and loops an arm around Morgan’s waist, picking her up. “That sound like a good idea?”

“Yeah!” she cheers and Tony presses a series of kisses onto her cheek before she runs into the living room.

Pepper had already begun to collect the dishes and Tony quickly jumps in to help her with dish washing. Peter now gets up as well, bringing the last bowl over to the sink before asking if he can help out.

“Oh no, sweetie, I’ve got it covered.” Pepper assures him with a smile.

Tony goes to ruffle Peter’s hair, but halts when he comes into contact with his skin. He runs his hand through the kid’s hair until he can cup the back of his head and holds Peter in place to put his lips onto his forehead.

Peter balks, but Tony doesn’t pay that any attention and instead moves back with a frown and replaces his lips with a palm to the cheek. “You’re warm.”

“What’s going on?” Pepper asks over the running water, turning her head over her shoulder.

“Kid’s coming down with something.”

“I’m not,” Peter protests, moving back so he’s out of Tony’s reach. “I’m just tired, okay? Finals were exhausting and- and patrols just take longer now because apparently no one got the memo that you don’t do crimes on Christmas and-”

“Woah kid, hey,” Tony interrupts Peter, putting his hands down on his shoulders. “It’s fine. Let’s just take it easy tonight. C’mon, we’re going to sit down on the couch, I’m sure Morgan needs help picking out a movie.”

He guides one hand down to the small of Peter’s back and steers him towards the living room, but not before throwing a subtle look over his shoulder to Pepper. She looks after Peter concerned before catching Tony’s eye and giving him a meaningful look.

Tony gets Peter settled on the couch and tellingly, Peter lets Tony manhandle him for the most part. He’s just opened out a blanket and places it over Peter when Pepper joins them and sprawls out on the seat next to Tony, pulling Morgan into her lap after she chose Nightmare Before Christmas for them to watch. Tony snorts at the irony of that.

Peter curls up onto the couch, rearranging the blanket until it covered most of Tony’s lap as well before putting his head on Tony’s shoulder. Tony moves his arm around Peter and runs his hand through Peter’s curls, discreetly pulling out his phone to check Peter’s temperature.

He rarely uses FRIDAY these days, but for occasions like this he still had her installed in the lake house. Tony didn’t need her to power the suit anymore, so she was more of a convenience than anything else.

Peter’s temperature sits around 99.8 and while that wasn’t exactly a fever, it was an elevated temperature. Tony frowns as he looks down at Peter, brushing hair away from his forehead.

“What?” Peter suddenly asks, almost slurring with tiredness, and looks up at Tony blearily.

“Hm?”

“I can feel you starring at me,” he mumbles quietly to not distract Morgan from her movie, closing his eyes again and cuddling into Tony’s chest. “S’creepy.”

Tony snorts in amusement and lowers his cheek onto Peter’s head. “Go to sleep, kiddo.”

“M’kay.”

Sometime during the movie Morgan had moved to lay on both Tony and Pepper’s laps, snoring quietly and outstretched like a starfish which, to be honest, was pretty impressive given the little space she had. Pepper was leaning against his metal arm, playing with Morgan’s hair in her lap while Peter was asleep on Tony’s chest

Tony was drifting off himself when Pepper leans in. “I’m going to bring Morgan upstairs and then go to bed,” she whispers. “You want me to wait for you?”

Tony glances at Peter, then shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

Pepper gives Tony a goodnight kiss before lifting Morgan up into her arms. She stirs but doesn’t wake and Pepper carries her out of the room, giving him and Peter a

soft smile before closing the door behind her.

When Peter wakes up the next morning it’s to a splitting headache.

He opens his eyes with a low moan, blinking until his vision clears up and realizes that he’s, in fact, not in his bed. He’s sprawled out on the couch, curled up to Tony with his head on the man’s chest.

Tony’s still asleep so Peter tries to sit up without waking him, but as soon as he moves pain shoots through his head and he flinches, letting out an involuntary groan.

“Peter?” Tony asks groggily, propping himself up onto his elbow. But as soon as he sees Peter, grimacing in pain, he sits up abruptly and puts a hand on Peter’s back. “Hey, kid, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Headache.” he croaks out and Tony puts the back of his hand to Peter’s forehead.

“Shit. Friday, temperature.”

“102.4° Fahrenheit, boss.” the AI answers and Tony pats Peter’s shoulder in sympathy, the teenager whining quietly.

Tony gets up from the couch. “Sit tight, kid.”

He disappears into the kitchen and Peter falls back onto the couch, curling up around a pillow and squeezing his eyes shut.

He must have dosed off again because he startles at the sound of the curtains being pulled shut. When he opens his eyes again, the room his comfortably dark and he watches Tony sit back down on the couch holding pain killers and a glass of water.

“Here,” Tony hands both over to Peter. “How are you doing? You feel like eating?”

“Not really.”

Peter takes the painkillers and drinks about half the glass of water before he puts it down on the coffee table. Tony’s not taking his eyes off him, face set into a worried frown.

“C’mon, say it.” Peter sighs.

“Say what?”

“That you were right and told me that I was coming down with something beforehand”, Peter settles down against the back off the couch and Tony moves to sit beside him. “I’m ruining Christmas.”

Tony ducks his head to meet Peter’s eyes. “You’re not ruining anything, kiddo, okay? I’ll take care of you and you’ll be fine by tomorrow, just wait. We'll make it work, I promise.”

Tony puts an arm around Peter and pulls him back against his side. Peter cuddles up to him again, resting his head on Tony’s chest while he pulls the blanket back over Peter. “You just rest now. I’m not going anywhere.” At the end of the day, Peter is still sick on Christmas Eve. He's running a decent fever and Tony dotes on him like a mother hen, making him broth and massaging his scalp to try and ease the headache while Morgan brings him Juice Pops he can't eat because he's nauseous. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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youngbradford · 4 years

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Xmas Message For 2019

And here we go, my 19th annual year-end love letter online …Georgi Balinov and I rang in the new year at a giant party in Bangkok, halfway around the world. That foreign location, its beauty and tastes, set the tone for my 2019, a year of seeing the world, while stabilizing my life. Though often in flux or movement, 2019 was a year many things normalized over the year.

In January, almost immediately after arriving stateside, I crossed the pond and saw Michelle Visage perform in the West End with Peter Wish. Afterward, I played with her wigs backstage and walked her towards the queer kids lining up for selfies and autographs. I am very lucky to have Peter and Michelle in my life, kindred spirits both. One reminding me that fame, fortune, ebb, and flow, but that being real is what matters most. The other, a reminder to stay forever young. I visited Berlin yet again and did the usual, working, and playing, hard.

February appeared and I traveled to Philadelphia with Sandra Hansel, Georgi, George Sapio, and Anthony DeFilippis. We toured Lisa Roberts’ house, saw a Dieter Rams exhibit, dined with George Alley. In Lambertville, that Sunday, I bought vinyl and vintage hats. Later that month, I got a swallow tattooed on my hand, a symbol of flight and travel, and Warhol’s knives, blackened into my shin. An Eames exhibit in Oakland was a sweet way to end the month.

In March with my crew, Georgi, Khadyon Reid, Luis Urribarri, Anthony, and George, descended upon Salvador for Carnival. It was insane! I watched Anitta live, and danced in a sea of pushing, fighting, kissing Brazilians for days upon days. I felt unsafe and alive, threatened and excited. It was intense. Back home I got my other hand tattooed, again honoring my love of seeing the world. I traveled to Portland, came back to NYC at the end of the month, finally moving into our apartment, the one we bought 1.5 years before, that I designed, and had renovated head to toe. Finally, we had our dream home. The weekend we moved in, the place was still not ready, but we were sick of living without our things and in other people’s beds. Peg Kendall and Georgi’s mom came, and we worked our asses off unpacking and starting to make the 2800 square foot loft on west 13th street a home. We’d lived in Airbnbs and friends’ places for 19 months and it was tiring not having a home, not having most of our things. My art! My toys! My shoes!. Those months taught me how important a home, a safe place, and the oasis of my collections is to my mental health. From March on I felt more on solid ground and dedicated more energy to my career and friendships as a result.

In April we went to Coachella, seeing Ian and Jose Seronni, JJ and Andrey Lunin, and dancing in the desert of California. Multiple trips to San Francisco, catching glimpse of old friends, scaling my team at work, as I took on more and more responsibility.

In May, George Sapio and I celebrated (me a little early) a shared, fun birthday weekend at Soho Farmhouse. Joined by Matthew Kelleher, Mark Silver, Jaime Tanner, Matt Lynch, and others, we went shooting and feasted on pheasant in the English countryside.June was really busy, insanely so.

For my 43rd in early June, I had a 30-person dinner party in our new place! We ended up at Club Cumming after, but before friends, new, and old, showered me with a vinyl record, the admission fee I’d set for my party. Lauren Foster, who has shared her home with us, was, appropriately, our first overnight guest. London, again, Berlin, too. Then home for Pride. Willam Ralphie hosted Bingo at eBay, Zach Augustine, David Mason Chlopecki, other loves attended. That weekend danced to both Madonna and Grace Jones on the pier and danced with 15K others at Javitz, where my favorite singer, Cyndi Lauper, belted “I Drove All Night,” her best song, at midnight. I stayed until the sun came up. NYC was electric that weekend. Parties, icons, friends from the world over … the city has an energy you could literally see and taste. I caught a few moments of the parade, overtaking lower Manhattan, and I smiled really big. God, it can feel good being gay! God, the world has improved for gay people (and yes, I know, we still have ways to go, especially for more marginalized LGBTQ groups). But I still took a moment to acknowledge the things that are better, that I have seen in my very gay lifetime. NYC that weekend was the ultimate place to reflect.

July 4th I went to Hamptons, with Ricardo, Brian, Felipe L. Mollica, others, guests of Anthony. Hosted Fab.com reunion, walked the Brooklyn Bridge, and took my team to Korea (where I shared a traditional Korean meal with Jae Hah), China (where I ate bird’s nests, jellyfish, sea snails, saw a Yves Klein show with Adnan Abbasi, and danced to 90s pop in a packed gay club), and Moscow (where I was amazed at how clean the city was and where I went to a traditional sauna and was whipped, naked, with tree leaves in front of dozens of Russian dudes in the nude). While in Russia a protest erupted, literally below the rooftop bar I dined in. Russia seemed freer than I’d expected, way more Western, up until this moment. I ended the weekend at a club at 3 AM, Russian women in high, high heels, dancing on the bar, vodka flowing like water. 2020 saw me traveling to places I romanticized as a child. Russia, one such place. I thoroughly enjoyed the friendships formed in Moscow, the food, and history. I want to return.

August, I was back in San Jose and Portland for work, then off again to Europe for vacation. We started our trip in Croatia, where Georgi and I kayaked around Dbruvnik’s harbor. Croatia’s cliffs and turquoise water did not disappoint, as we boated to islands and swam in caves. Driving south into Montenegro, the architecture reminded me more of Polish, Bulgarian trips, the water, greener. At the Amman we laid out next to The Beckhams, watching David kick a soccer ball with workers of the hotel, and watching Victoria read a book. Georgi and I then ventured to Mykonos, sunning til sunset and dancing til sunrise. A weekend trip upstate with our besties (including a guest appearance by Eric Lee, riding rides at the Colombia County fair, cooking pies, and grilling meats, ended our summer.

In September I went to Berlin and did Folsom and a speaking gig in front of 1K eBay sellers. I went again to Tel Aviv, meeting gay Israeli technology workers and a bevy fo Israeli start-ups. In Jerusalem, I returned to the wonderful Machneyuda with Gilad Ayalon, where they remembered me from my birthday the year before.

October saw us hosting my mother and my niece for a visit. We fell in love with Company XVI, a dance/burlesque/performance art troupe in Brooklyn. I took my mother to see Madonna, a night I will cherish forever. And we saw Dear Evan Hanson. A weekend in Miami with Lauren Foster and K was needed warmth. I took Georgi to see both acts of The Inheritance (so good!). Then off to Berlin, again, and Paris, where I looked at art and went shopping for fall clothes. Halloween, in NYC, was brilliant and over the top; I went as white Pierrot clown. In Brooklyn, to Honey Dijon, we danced all night. Ralph Rucci, the American couturier reposted our photo on Instagram, calling it high-fashion, however, it was Georgi who won the night as Spock.

November I was in NYC early on, shopping with Thomas Cawson (who hooked me up with pink denim Helmut Lang), eating Christmas cookies, and being interviewed by Buzzfeed, a segment on 90s toys. I imitated a Furby. Then a week in Portland (I glow-in-the-dark-miniature-golfed), and off to Helsinki, catching up with former friends from Fab, One Nordic, Hem. Then to Lapland, with Georgi, George, and Anthony, lapping up wine, winter wonderlands, and dining on reindeer and elk. Dog sledding, snowmobiling, Northen lights! Another childhood desire checked from the list. Dinner with Michelle Case in London closed the month.

In December I went back to Berlin (my second home) and hosted a fundraiser for Single Step in our home. In one night Georgi and I helped raise $50K to help build Bulgaria’s first LGBTI center. It was also an impromptu holiday party: so many old friends together again in one room. And now Georgi and I sit in an airport lounge, awaiting our flight to Baltra, in the Galapagos. Once we land, we’ll board a 7-day cruise on a mega-yacht/small cruise ship. This, I feel, I have been waiting my entire life for.

I often write about how I was lonely as a kid. I was gay, I had a drug-addicted father, I grew up very poor. I oftentimes say music saved my life. But, I don’t write enough about the joy animals gave me too. I had so many pets: newts, turtles, tortoises, tree frogs, geckos, crabs, salamanders, etc. Caring for them, feeding them, gave me peace and allowed me to love. One turtle I had had a cracked shell. He lived in my room for many, many years. I always preferred him, with his defects, to the others. I think I feel the same about people.

As a child, I became obsessed with the Galapagos Islands, and mostly the tortoises. I would read about them in encyclopedias and race to see them at zoos. I always felt connected to turtles. They were my spirit animal. Later in life, I’d bloom, my feathers growing, my pride, alive. I’d no longer consider myself a turtle, my spirit animal changed. I told this story to my colleague Eben Sermon, who runs eBay’s German business: I always wanted to be a turtle. But I ended up a cockatoo. Eben brought this up last week in Berlin and it made me think a bit more about affinities for animals and how I have not had that connection as often as I probably should.

So this week, before we ring in New Years in Rio, I will honor the old me, the kid, the quieter Bradford, the sadder Bradford, by visiting those turtles, finally.

And I’ll marvel at the wonder of nature and evolution, both the evolution of animals and this world, and also the very real and dramatic evolution of my spirit and happiness.

Happy Holidays, Peace & Big Love

#writings

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internetremix · 5 years

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In IR lore, what are the personalities of your personas? Basic likes and dislikes?

Kristen: Goggles is An Child and behaves as such. She's very cheerful, very curious, a bit mischievous and also 100% obsessed with making fanwork of her internet family... like a goddamn weirdo. She'll usually be hanging out with everyone, spot some sort of inspiration, squeak with joy and then rush off to write or draw. She's also the defacto leader of the Smol Squad, which is composed of herself, Shyner, Jojo and Chi-chi, and she's usually the one squeaking out ridiculous plans in muppet for dumb shit like stealing cookies and trying to trap people in fanfiction scenarios. She likes to help and can often be found doing such things as assisting Xander in his many schemes or just popping up to provide shit like charts or hold things for other people- basically whenever it would be funny to have some goddamn muppet backing something up.

She loves plush toys, particularly Crockernanner, and also loves sugar, star decorations, and cuddles. She likes being picked up and loves attention, and she's pretty consistently attached to at least one person, often her big brother Split if she's not with the Smol Squad. She is in eternal war with Phill since he bullies her constantly, and will occasionally try to set up elaborate traps for revenge only to fail miserably. Also she's a huge weeb. She does not like to sleep and will often go days without it before being dragged off by some bigger person to take a goddamn nap you ridiculous child. She is also very afraid of thunderstorms, she doesn't like loud noises or the dark.

She also has... various flaws and problems. But those are spoilers and I have no idea when/if we’ll be doing story stuff with IRsonas so I don’t want to give too much away with that.

Sorry this is very long, I think about my child a lot.

Jojo: JoJo is also a very happy child... like, stupid happy all the time. Like, they don't really have a concept of being angry. they're either manic happy or a bit sad. They love to find any way to make anybody smile or laugh, whether it be a somber happy, or a crying fit of laughter. They thrive off of happiness. They're a bit mischievous as well, and will try to play pranks and swipe things to chew on. They'll just appear in random places you'd never expect. like, in the pantry, the vent, or in your drawer. They chew things all the time to keep their dragon teeth sharp! They do tend to come off as obnoxious and kind of useless sometimes? But that's ok.

They love happiness, rocks, swimming, sandwiches, Vanilla coke, coffee, pianos, stars, ghost stuff(horror genre), and laughter. JoJo is pretty similar to Goggles now that I think about it x_xJoJo is best friends with Phill, and will always be on him in some way. Like his leg, back, holding onto his scarf by their teeth, etc. They're also very close with Goggles and Shyner, and Scott (even though Shyner tries to chase JoJo off with knives, JoJo will take it as a game of tag or something)JoJo doesn't like being yelled at or being told to go away. They get spooked easily by loud noises. They always get paranoid when they think someone is mad at them and will go to ungodly lengths to make them not mad or slightly annoyed with them, which sometimes makes people more annoyed with them than they were before.

JoJo is just an exaggerated version of me XD

Atwas: Atwas is fairly easy going. They make light of things often, and often hide serious sentiments behind jokes. They’re the type to roll with goofy and silly situations, and are very “yes and” type that enjoys escalating things in the name of light-hearted fun. They enjoy playing pranks, especially ones that take advantage of their hologrammatic nature (being able to enter and ‘possess’ electronics is something that they take advantage of often). Being technically in the cloud and a part of the internet at all times, they will often chime in with fun (often unrelated or humorous) metrics about situations and people as they occur—and often forgets that having a HUD isn’t something everyone has access to.

Being ‘technically’ invulnerable, atwas isn’t phased by the more dangerous things that go on in the IR tower, but usually prefers being a spectator or commentator as opposed to being an active participant in general shenaniganry. They don’t have any particular animosity towards anyone, and will occasionally help manage technical parts and functions of the tower.

They enjoy things like tech, cold weather, tea, fun statistics, darkness; and aesthetics like Film Noir and Retrowave.

They dislike things like excessively hot weather, being interrupted, getting too personal, having to put in a lot of “effort”, and being out of the loop.

Shyner: Shyner can easily be summed up to a tsundere in denial, and is the definition of an agent of chaos. If something goes wrong, she’s the one pouring a trail of kerosene to let the fire spread. She's loud, impulsive, and really doesn't give two shits. While quirky and charismatic, she’s also sarcastic and witty, reveling in the amusement of making fun of others. She’s often stubborn and impatient, thinking highly of her own beliefs and angered by those who dare to challenge her ideals. She also lacks a filter, and enjoys garnishing her words with colorful profanities. Filled with gripes of past trauma, she’s engaged in a constant internal war of turmoil and grief. She’s incredibly cautious and closed off around those she doesn’t trust, and can be very selfish. Despite this, she’s loyal to the few people she cares about, going out of her way to put them first if a dire situation were to arise. She’s also very sneaky and mischievous, often finding amusement in spying on others. Her MBTI is INTP-T.

Her hobbies include stargazing, ghost hunting, spying, and Satanic worship. She enjoys melancholy vibes, horror movies, animals, thunderstorms, and has an unhealthy obsession with sweets. Yes, this child will stab you without hesitancy if you take her cookies. She dislikes seafood, big crowds, kiddie leashes, and is afraid of experiencing intense emotion she doesn’t understand.I love my satanic smol bean very much. If I may be so bold as to dive into the nitty-gritty psychology, Shyner possesses many flaws, a lot of which I personally struggled with growing up. She is a reflection of my past self, some gripes with my current self, and the perception of how I could have turned out if I hadn’t met my family at IR. Hiding behind the exterior of being a merciless bully, she still has an intense internal desire to be a good person, but gets frustrated and often derails herself in the process of fighting her desire to act on impulse. She keeps most relationships with people at arm's length, fearing that if someone were to think highly of her, it would only be a matter of time before they’re disappointed. If we were to go full-fledged story mode, she would most definitely have an intense character redemption arc, making the revelation that being shitty to those who care about her isn’t the way to run from her problems and hide away from her own sense of self-insecurity/hatred.

Phill: Phill likes mischief, bad jokes, sexual undertones, Jojo, sexual overtones, bullying Kristen, and the colour pink. That's it xD

Jojo: :D yay

Alex: Alex don't give a shit but is for whatever reason the bossman and is also as powerful as silver age Superman, just don't try actual murder of the crew and he won't yeet you into the sun

Moon: 2019 Moon is an idiot. If we didn't know any better, we would assume he was born from nothing but an old head of lettuce in Satan's refrigerator. Think like Scott from Monster Prom, but different. He knows his right from his left, but the compass is still just "NESW" to him. Impulsive, lovable, and kinda loud, this muscley dumbass will do practically anything you tell him to if he finds it enjoyable. When paired with a few people, he works well as a second to many dynamic duos. Brodingles and Moon/Split and Moon are two really good ones, dangerous shenanigans ensue. Can and will rap like a beast, any challenge to a freestyle will result in a career ending and a death being sentenced. Extroverted people pleaser, definitely shooting high to perform and when adapting to a character, goes a little too hard. This man played Gander in Charlottes Web and didn't stop making goose sounds for months. Did I mention he's also a disney princess? Singing, animals, mortal enemy falling to their death? Everything

Dawn: ToonWolf/Dawn's personality falls within the confines of recklessly adventurous who doesn't think things through entirely. They like to try and rope others into going on various hikes, treasure hunts, mythic/cryptid searches, etc. Unapologetic sailor mouth. They will fight for friends and family. Various animals, trinkets, treasures, and cool but useless garbage are brought back to the tower often (oops theres a liiiiiiitle bit of hoarding). Sometimes those animals consist of dogs, cats, lizards, bears, wolves, The Great Noble One, horses, lions, elk, you get the idea (Can I keep them?Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee??????????).

Overall they are most comfortable and relaxed in/around water and likes a whole lotta things including sailing, swimming, adventure, stargazing, animals, mythology/legends, friends, family, and drawing.

They dislike waking up early, limitations, being talked down to, boredom, desert/hot/humid/dry weather, coffee, and the movie "Cube"

Tex: Tex is an avid cryptid detective + has a surprisingly good intuition when creating conspiracy theories about them to follow. Mm lots of memes and disguises. Smart, but usually just off on their own thinking about other stuff.Totally has a wall in their room dedicated to figuring all the cryptids out with like, red string and everything.

#whole crew #ask the ir crew #irsonas #sorry I know this isn't everyone we have a big crew and not everyone is up to answer this stuff #Anonymous

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themissingtune · 6 years

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WARNING! Character has a dark demeanor, read at your own risk! This bio isn't 100% complete, some things may change but overall design is accurate. Please note my characters are not part of the Sonic Universe, they are part of my own AU. The story of the universe is different then the original universe. Name: Syreen (Unknown last name) Age: 24 Species: Grasshopper Mouse Subspecies: Nephilim (half angel half demon) Occupation: "Framed" Wanted Convict (Wanted alive to "pay for her crimes". Crimes listed; murder, assault and battery, public disturbance, public destruction, arson, and theft) Personality Traits: Cute but deceivingly dangerous, Smartass, Childish, Isn't the smartest tool in the shed but has streets and survival smarts, Oblivious, Self Doubts, Trust Issues, Avoidant , Narcissist Characteristic: Covered in Battle scars but tries to keep them cover up (is ashamed of her scars because she feels she was too weak to prevent these scars), Blind in left eye (covers it with hair to give an 'emo' appearance so enemies wont know her weakness), lines under her eyes to show lack of sleep (scared to go to sleep as she fears she'll be vulnerable and attacked) Abilities: Quick, Sensitive Hearing, Sensitive Smell, Agile, As a Grasshopper mouse she is immune to some poison, certain poison that enter her body act more of a pain killer Powers: Weapon Proficiency Touch (Able to pick up any object as a host and converts it into a weapon with energy manipulation, only works if she is holding object. When object is dropped the energy fades from the object) Weilds: Duel Guns, Combat Knife, Bobby pin to keep bangs from moving too much (helps when lock picking) Strengths: Fast, Escapist, Combat Ready, Immune to Some Poison, Crafty, Deceptive, Food (Helps raise her energy to use Proficiency Touch), Caffeine and Sugar (Gives her a temporary power boost to use her Proficiency touch instantly, like a sugar rush) Weakness: Paranoid, Self Doubt, Over Confident, Too Negitive, Vunerable from her left side, Trust Issues Sexuality: Bisexual Likes: Food, Learning New Things, Animals, Shiny Things Dislikes: Back stabbers, Liars, The Feeling of Being Helpless, Being a Damsel in Distress, Swimming -Bio- Syreen is unaware of her past regarding about her life as a baby or her parents. Her mother, Angela, was an angle and her father, Damion, was a demon, together they had broken a law of forbidden love. The law was placed because of the ongoing hate between angels and demons, you would think such a law wouldn't need to exist because of common sense but there are "rumors" that before earth was born, before the law of angel and demon bond, the first Nephilim that was born never saw the universe as a black and white world but a grey area so with the help of some other Nephilims they decided to combine the Over realm and the Under realm into one, what we now call Earth. Because the homes of demons and angels was destroyed it upset their idea of balance, for the first time the angels and demons made a temporary truce to get rid of any Nephilims. When the Nephilims were driven to extinction both the angels and the demons recreated their realms, but with Earth still around they decided as a truce that they share the responsibility of taking care of this new world. To this day demons and angels still never see eye to eye and they are still consistently fighting each other. The day came where Angela and Damion didn't realize what sort of trouble they got themselves into when they tried so hard to keep their relationship hidden, news flooded the Over realm when Angela's friend Seara- whom Angela thought she could trust as a god mother- told everyone. Eventually the news had spread to the Underworld realm. They band together one more time to ensure they wouldn't have to deal with another incident that happened billions of years ago. Angela quickly traveled to Earth to hid Syreen away to keep her safe from the law of the Over Realm and the Under Realm, for their punishment they were sentence to death. The Over Realm killed Angela and banished her soul from existence, while the Under Realm was suppository going to do the same with Damion but Daisuke had other plans and kept the father alive. With a Nephilim around and the ability to destroy and create worlds this was the perfect opportunity to be able to not only destroy all 3 realms but to create his own paradise world. However Angela was the one who hid her child and Damion had no idea where she was, Daisuke didn't believe that Damion didn't know the whereabouts of his own child so Damion was given a fate far worse then death until he would reveal where she was located. Syreen was found wrapped in a in a blanket inside of a basket with only a paper saying "Syreen" on it, Angela had hoped that a mortal would be able to take her daughter and raise her well. Angela left the little bundle of joy at the footsteps of an orphanage to be taken care of but before the head mistress of the orphanage could open the door to collect Syreen a 57 year old Spider Monkey had saw Angela drop off the baby and ran away. The women was named Kamora, she was a widow as she had lost her husband to a war that happened 30 years ago, she was also diagnosed with infertility making her unable to have any kids. She so desperatly wanted a child but being poor the government. For the first 5 years of Syreen's life she never questioned where she came from or who she was, Kamora raised her like she was her blood daughter. saw she was unfit to adopt a child, this was her chance to have a child without having to pay or fill out paperwork. She snatched the little Syreen and took her home. Syreen was home schooled since Kamora was unable to pay for school, and being poor sometimes Syreen would go out on her own without Kamora knowing and beg for money to help pay for food. There were times she went out either to play or pick up some spare change from by passers where she saw other kids and wanted to play, however she found it hard to make friends. She was bullied for not being in their school, for mooching off of people for spare change, and the fact she looked different it was hard to identify her race. Suddenly Kamora had passed away from a fatal heart disease that no one knew about because she never went to a doctor, when Syreen came home she was devastated, she didn't know what to do. The 5 year old dragged Kamora into her bedroom and pulled her onto the bed, praying she'd wake up. For weeks Kamora laid in the bed rotting away but Syreen continued to wait for her return. She would use her money sparingly to go get food, bringing Kamora a plate of food so when she'd come back from her long sleep she have food. It was a month after Kamora passed away, Syreen still never got the hint that Kamora wasn't coming back. The bullies had followed Syreen home and decided to play a prank on her, they lit up fireworks into her house which had caused a fire. Syreen panicked and tried to get Kamora out of the house, but with her small body and the smell of her rotting corpse she could only push her off the bed. With time running out Syreen said her final goodbyes before leaving the house. Homeless, broke, and with no one to take care of her Syreen lived her life on the streets, picked on by others who were more fortunate then her. At age 8 she was introduced to a skinny elk, roughly 34, named Miles who offered her a job. Miles was a drug dealer who personalized with crack, him and his gang had been making and selling crack around the city for years but they were having some trouble getting the crack around with cops being nosy. When Miles saw Syreen he thought she would be excellent at transporting drugs if they taught her, no one would suspect a kid walking around with drugs in their pocket. When he told her she would be paid with a warm place to sleep and money for food so she took the job with no hesitation. For the most part things were going along smoothly, Miles and his gang would go around offering their product, make it, and Syreen would be the delivery girl going by house to house selling "girl scout cookies" and came back with a wad of cash. Things were looking up, but after 7 months of doing this they had started to stop paying her. She grew suspicious and would constantly remind them to pay her, but after a while of her reminding them they grew paranoid. Being druggies they thought that she was asking too many questions and this would lead her to ratting them out to the cops. They beat her up as a warning to shut up, one of the guys pinned her to the ground and held a knife to her face threatening her if she didn't shut up they'd hurt her more, but his hands were shaky and when his buddy grabbed him to pull him off his hand slipped and accidentally stabbed her in the eye. Afraid, she ran away from them. When she left the gang's paranoia grew and thought she would defiantly tell the cops so they chased her down trying to kill her before she could tell. They eventually caught up to her, grabbed her and held her down. Something had snapped in one of the men and he molested her to the point the gang grouped up and raped her. When they were finished they were about to kill her but something snapped in Syreen's mind, she lost faith in humanity, she was losing hope, her dark blood grew stronger from all the negativity she had experienced in her life and became unbalanced. She fought them off with a rusty pipe, however she couldn't really defeat them so she used this opportunity to escape while she had the chance. She was too scared at this point to get help, she ran back to the gangs hide out quickly to take their first aid and bandage up her eye then took their money from their safe before running away. At that moment she promised herself to never trust anyone again, though there were times she thought about Kamora and there was maybe still some hope left she would still dwell with the negativity in her mind. She stayed hidden in an parking garage of an airport, used her money sparingly for food and clothes. When she hit 13 this was when her life changed, for the worse. After coming back from a convenience store for a sandwich she saw in the distance a man being murdered by a mysterious person, it was too dark to see and the person wore a lot of dark clothing and a mask, that person was Daisuke. She had no clue who this man was, but he knew her. He finally found her. But he wasn't here to kidnap her or convince her to join him, his main plan was to destroy Syreen's life and feel that she has no one to trust then he would pop in to be her "friend", train her to become balance with the mentality that he was the only one she could trust, then use her powers to create his perfect world. Syreen, still having what little good left in her mind charged at Daisuke to beat him up. She wanted to play hero, but being more powerful then her in her unbalanced state he just dodged her effortlessly and toyed with her. He then handed her the knife and taunted her "Catch me, if you can." Syreen was blinded by her anger, she wanted to make Daisuke pay for what he did to the innocent guy, but she couldn't land a hit on Daisuke. After blindly slashing and running around she ended up tripping on the dead body and landing on top of the corpse, Daisuke vanished from her sight and came storming in was the cops that caught her at a bad time. They could only see a girl on top of the dead body, covered in the victims blood and holding the murder weapon. They took her in for questioning, trying to get her to admit she killed the man but she kept telling them she never did it and that it was a mysterious man in black. The cops tried to take her word on it and checked the crime scene but there was no evidence of another person being around the area of the crime scene. At this point they concluded that Syreen had an imaginary friend that told her to kill the man, it wasn't the first time they dealt with kids that had wild imagination to lead them into killers. With that they were going to sentence her to jail, but when Syreen heard this she refused to be punished for a crime she never committed. She would sneak out of the police department before they could make an arrest on her, being small and a kid, most officers didn't know about the case and paid her no mind until it was too late. Syreen was back on the streets, with the motive to hunt down the mysterious man who framed her and bring him into justice. However word spread quicker then a forest fire of her escape, the media had her name and face on every bill bored, tv, news paper, social media. She was labeled as a dangerous killer and to be brought in imminently. At that point she was unable to show her face on the streets without someone trying to catch her, she couldn't beg for money anymore. No one would want to give spare change to a wanted murderer, no one would help her. With no food, no money, and forced to hide she realized she needed to steal in order to survive. With trial and error Syreen stole food to help her survive, and the thrill of it made her steal more. She stolen valuable artifacts and sold it to pawn shops for some cash, robbed people for their cash, and brought down people who were criminals that were never caught or didn't get a sentence. She wanted to make a good name for herself for when she finally brought in the man who framed her that perhaps people could look past her stealing for the good deed and justice she did. However what she thought she was doing would be good the police found her actions to be more of assault then bringing in justice. It seemed no matter what she did it just kept adding more and more to her criminal record to the point a bounty was placed on her head, they wanted her found and brought in to justice no matter who did it. The reward was high if brought in alive so that they could punish her for her crimes. There were multiple encounters with bounty hunters, some flat out tried to take her down and bring her in, others would discreetly betray her trust in order to catch her at her vulnerable state- even her blind eye gave away her weakness to be able to see what was coming from her left side. She ended up parting her hair to cover her left eye for a gothic style, something she had seen other people wear and thought it was a good disguise to hid her weakness. With so many people out for her she refused to trust anyone. Until she is able to learn to trust and care for someone will she be able to become balanced once more.

#themissingtune syreen sonicfancharacter sonicfc

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elkian · 2 years

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You know Cookie Run Kingdoms surprised me in a lot of ways but I think the top of it all so far is finding out that, no, Cherry Blossom Cookie isn’t ignorant of the damage her sister does. They’re on the same wavelength.

#elk text #19th #May #2022 #May 19th 2022 #she pulled a princess peach combat stopper too #also her voiced prebattle cry about tea is scary #absolutely incredible #the voice work in this game is SHOCKINGLY good #elk plays cookie run kingdoms

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river-phillips · 6 years

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RIVER PHILLIPS - AESTHETICS

Rules: bold any which apply to your OC; remember to repost; feel free to add to the list.

I’m stealing this too don’t mind me

[ COLORS ]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green.apple red. navy blue. blue grey. crimson. blood red. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green. beige. khaki. light brown. olive green. lavender. pine green.

[ ELEMENTS ]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic. storm. shadow. energy. ether.

[ BODY ]

claws. nails. long fingers. thin fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tail. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. fur. hair. curls. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tiny. tall. normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples. scruffy. mangy. bony. skinny. pale.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. jade. latex. obsidian. flint. crystal.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. lake. stream. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky. storms. herbs. stone. shade. night. day. soil. dirt. wind. sandstorm. hurricane. flood. volcano. glacier. jungle. swamp. canyon. trench. hills. plains. prairies. fields. wilderness. garden. pebbles. sticks. ponds. cliffs. lagoons. spring. autumn. winter. summer. full moon. new moon. puddles. icicles. pine trees. pine cones. wildflowers. vines. ivy. maelstrom. eclipse.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. dingos. jackals. tigers. bats. sea serpents. raccoons. squirrels. mooses. elk. seals. badgers. elephants. giraffes. vultures. coyotes. sasquatches. yetis. gorillas. chimps. monkeys. lemurs. jaguars. panthers. cougars. hummingbirds. butterflies. alligators. crocodiles. frogs. toads.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. lime. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. dark chocolate. white chocolate. mint. cream. ice cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey. curry. gumbo. shrimp. noodles. macaroni. pasta. jerky. beans. fried food. fast food. soul food. soup. pumpkin. popcorn. crisps. cookies. biscuits. brownies. bacon. sausage. eggs. pancakes. waffles.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. driving. racing. eating. flight. climbing. running. jogging. exploring. partying. yoga. camping. hiking. sailing. fishing. stargazing. swimming. concerts. dueling. sparring. hunting. tracking. science. literature. soccer. football. rugby. ultimate frisbee. baseball. softball. basketball. track. cheering. tennis. bowling. golfing. riding. mysteries. mischief. pranking. thieving. stealing. shopping. fashion. surfing. skateboarding.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. flannel. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. fingerless gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. eyeliner. ties. bowties. suits. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. denim jacket. sport underwear. converse. combat boots. sneakers. shorts. shawls. kimonos. overalls. skinny jeans. bohemian. edgy. couture. designer. sweatpants. boxers. briefs. boxer briefs. tank tops. sports uniform. jerseys. hiking boots. cargo pants. band tees. crop tops. bralettes.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. sex. intimacy. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. compassion. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. cursing. recklessness. practicality. hope. greed. envy. gluttony. wrath. hate. loathing. intensity. aura. soul. chains. fences. cages. backyards. house. home. castle. cabin. newspapers. books. journals. gardens. pencils. pens. ink. sheets. laundry. organized. messy. confidence. doubt. destruction. creation. paranormal. ghosts. cemeteries. graveyards. bones. skin. blood. needles. razors. new. old. ancient. rural. urban. local. stranger. cars. bikes. trucks. planes. travel. marbles. calligraphy. languages. medicine. healing. spirituality. religion.

#character meme #about #//this is so cool #i'll do it for babs later

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youngthiefindarkness · 6 years

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Masterlist (Updated March 2nd 2021)

Superhero Imagines

Marvel

Thor

Imagine Thor coming home to find you curled up in his cape

Imagine Coming Out to Thor (Platonic)

Imagine Thor using you to get Loki to do things (Platonic)

Imagine Thor trying to set you up with Loki(Platonic)

Imagine Thor Braiding Your Hair

Imagine Being able to lift Thor’s Hammer

Imagine Thor catching you and Loki

Tony

Imagine Trying to get Tony to go to bed

Imagine Tony being your mentor

Imagine Tony comforting you...

Loki

Imagine Finding Out Loki is still alive

Imagine Loki walking in and seeing you in his armor

Imagine Loki telling you stories of his childhood

Imagine Loki comforting you after a nightmare

Reacting to you dying(Loki)

Imagine Loki Asking You To Rule With Him

Imagine Loki giving you a hickey

Bucky

Imagine showing Bucky Disney movies

Imagine watching the Disney Movies with Steve and Bucky

Imagine Bucky watching you train

Natasha

Imagine Natasha teaching you to defend yourself

Imagine Natasha braiding your hair

Clint

Imagine Clint teaching you archery

Hulk/Bruce

Imagine calming Bruce down after Hulking out

Spider-Man

Imagine Peter revealing that he is Spider-Man to you

Imagine Peter Showing off for you

Miles

Imagine Getting thrown into Miles’ universe

Steve

Imagine watching the Disney Movies with Steve and Bucky

Imagine Catching a glimpse of Steve’s art book

Imagine Dressing up like a Pin up girl

Imagine Throwing Steve’s shield

Bucky

Imagine cuddles with Bucky

Venom/Eddie Brock

Imagine Venom giving Eddie dating advise for you

Imagine Eddie telling you about Venom

Captain Marvel

Imagine Training With Captain Marvel

Doctor Strange

Imagine Strange Teaching you Magic

Matt

Imagine patching up Matt’s wounds

Imagine meeting matt

Jessica Jones

Imagine Being neighbors with Jessica

Darcy Lewis

Imagine Darcy sharing her snacks

Jimmy Woo

Imagine Jimmy Woo bringing you coffee

Imagine Jimmy showing off his card tricks

Harry Potter/Fantastic beasts and where to find them

Draco

Imagine Draco in love with you and keeps trying to get your attention

Imagine The Trio finding out you’re dating Draco

Imagine Meeting Draco in the Astronomy Tower at night

Imagine Accidentally wearing Draco’s tie

Imagine Draco staying during break to be with you

Newt

Imagine Newt introducing you to his creatures

Imagine Helping Newt out with his creatures

Imagine Thanksgiving with Newt

Weasley Twins

Imagine being able to tell the Weasley twins apart

Imagine the twins fighting over who gets to take the Yule ball

Imagine playing a prank with the Weasley Twins

Remus

Imagine finding out that Remus is a werewolf

Imagine taking care of Remus

Harry Potter

Imagine being caught out after curfew (Harry)

Imagine Accidentally wearing Harry’s Tie

Sirius Black

Imagine Sirius Letting you Braid his Hair

Attack on Titans

Levi

Imagine Levi protecting you from a titan

Imagine Levi using punishments as an excuse to be close to you

Imagine Levi comforting while you’re dying

Imagine Levi Making You Clean His Room

Imagine Levi Taking Care of you while You’re injured

X-Men

Charles

Imagine Erik and Charles trying to impress you

Imagine Charles helping you control your power

Erik

Imagine Erik and Charles trying to impress you

Quicksilver

Imagine Being able to outrun Quicksilver

Rogue

Imagine trying to flirt with Rogue

Imagine finding out Rogue can touch you

Star Trek

Spock

Imagine Spock realizing he likes you

Hobbit/Lord of the rings

Thranduil

Imagine Thranduil flirting with you when the group arrives and Thorin gets defensive

Imagine Thranduil letting you ride his elk

Imagine Thranduil not being able to find you after battle

Watching the snow fall with Thranduil

Imagine Thranduil being sassy with Thorin over you

Imagine Drinking with Thranduil

Imagine Going to Thranduil’s Room

Imagine sitting on Thranduil’s Throne

Imagine Being Self-Conscious and Thranduil Comforting you

Imagine Waking Up With Thranduil

Imagine Bathing With Thranduil

Imagine Thranduil seeing you all dressed up

Imagine Getting injured with saving Thranduil

Imagine Thranduil giving you a hickey

Kili/Fili

Imagine Kili helping you with training

Imagine Fili and Kili calling you aunt

Imagine Fili and Kili stumbling across you in the bath

Imagine Sleeping next to Fili and Kili

Thorin

Imagine you thinking you’re not good enough for Thorin

Imagine Thorin seeing you all dressed up

Imagine getting caught staring

Imagine Thorin accidentally catching you in the bath

Aragorn

Imagine Aragorn Confessing his feelings

Imagine Aragorn Reuniting with you

Pokémon

Imagine Getting your first Pokémon

Disney

Beast/Adam

Imagine Adam seeing you at a ball and dancing with you

Merida

Imagine Shooting arrows with Merida

Doctor Who

Imagine Becoming The Doctor’s companion

Shameless

Imagine Hanging out with the Gallagher Household

Imagine Being involved with a Gallagher plan

Walking Dead

Rick

Imagine Rick saving you from walkers

Assassin’s Creed

Imagine Learning to be an assassin

DC Comics

Wonder Woman

Imagine meeting Diana for the first time

Superman

I’m from Gotham (Superman)

Imagine Meeting Clack at the Daily Planet

Aquaman

Imagine Aquaman Saving you from Drowning

BatFam

Imagine taking care of the Batfam after a patrol (Platonic)

Imagine going on a takeout run with the Batfam (Platonic)

Damian

Imagine Damian calling you his sibling (platonic)

Imagine Damian training you (platonic)

Bruce Wayne

Imagine Bruce showing you off at a gala

The Flash

Team Flash

Imagine Making Cookies with Team Flash(Platonic)

Imagine Falling asleep at S.T.A.R. Labs(Platonic)

Imagine Karaoke with Team Flash (Platonic)

Imagine Team Flash teasing you about a hickey

Barry Allen

Imagine Racing With Barry

Imagine Barry being excited you’re a speedster

Imagine Barry comforting you while you’re injured

Leonard Snart

Imagine Enjoying Hot Cocoa With Snart

Imagine Being Snart’s Younger Sister and You and Ray Are Dating

Imagine Len passing his cold gun to you

Imagine Len giving you his coat

Lisa Snart

Imagine Lisa teasing you during a robbery

Killer Frost/Caitlin Snow

Imagine having a snow day with Killer Frost

Imagine Killer Frost asking you out

Imagine Caitlin taking care of you

Cisco Ramon

Imagine Surprising Cisco on Halloween

Imagine Getting Cisco to go to Bed

Imagine Movie Marathon With Cisco

Harrison Wells (Earth 2)

Imagine Having a Crush on Harrison Wells....

Imagine Fighting with Harrison

Imagine working with Harrison

Imagine Harrison bringing you coffee

Imagine Harrison Patching you up

Imagine Distracting Harry from work

Eobard Thawne

Imagine Eobard Meeting You

Wally West

Imagine Wally Teasing You

H.R. Wells

Imagine H.R. asking you out

Nash Wells

Imagine Nash catching you staring

Arrow

Oliver Queen

Imagine Getting into A Fight with Oliver

Imagine Oliver Protecting You in Battle

Imagine being Oliver’s sister (Platonic)

Imagine Oliver teaching you archery

Imagine Oliver being your brother

Mia Smoak

Imagine Training With Mia Smoak

Imagine Distracting Mia

Legends of Tomorrow

General

Imagine Doing Karaoke With the Legends(Platonic)

Imagine Decorating the Waverider with the Legends(Platonic)

Imagine Being part of the Legends’ book club(Platonic)

Imagine Being late to a meeting (Platonic)

Imagine Hugs from the Legends (Platonic)

Ray Palmer

Imagine Being Snart’s Younger Sister and You and Ray Are Dating

Imagine Slow Dancing with Ray

Imagine Watching Movies With Nate and Ray(Platonic)

Nate Heywood

Imagine Nerding out with Nate over History

Imagine Watching Movies With Nate and Ray

Charlie

Imagine Drinking With Charlie

Imagine the Legends teasing you about your crush on Charlie

Imagine Taking the Jumpship for a joy ride with Charlie

Imagine realizing the song Charlie is singing is about you

John Constantine

Imagine Constantine Flirting With You

Imagine Stealing Constantine’s Jacket

Mick Rory

Imagine Have a Crush on Mick Rory

Imagine Mick Trying To Comfort You after a tough day(Platonic)

Imagine Mick Protecting You

Imagine Being Mick’s Younger Sister and flirting with Constantine

Imagine Finding out about Mick’s books(Platonic)

Imagine Len and Mick try to cheer you up

Imagine Mick taking care of you while you’re drunk (Platonic)

Zari

Imagine Letting Zari Give You A Makeover

Supergirl

Lena Luthor

Imagine Flirting with Lena Luthor

Imagine Lena Protecting You

Kara Danvers

Imagine Cuddles With Kara

Imagine Kara Taking you Flying

Imagine Kara Taking Care of you While You’re Sick

Imagine Lazy Day with Kara

Imagine Soft kisses with Kara

Imagine Finding out Kara is Supergirl

Imagine waiting for Kara to come home

Imagine Dancing with Kara

Winn Schott

Imagine Stealing Winn’s sweaters and wearing them around the office

Titans

Jason Todd

Imagine Dating Jason and Meeting The Titans

Imagine Getting Into Trouble With Jason

Imagine Gar and Jason showing off

Donna Troy

Imagine Donna being teased about her crush on you

Dick Grayson

Taking a bubble bath with Dick Grayson would include...

Imagine Watching Dick Train

Birds of Prey

Harley Quinn

Imagine Helping Harley

Imagine Having a Crush On Helena and Harley Teasing you about it

Imagine Harley trying to set you up

Imagine Harley Helping you with Gymnastics

Imagine Helping Harley burn Joker’s stuff

Dinah Lance (Black Canary)

Imagine Listening to Dinah sing...

Batwoman

Kate Kane

Imagine Kate Stopping To See You First...

Imagine finding out Kate is batwoman

Imagine giving kate a hug

Mary Hamilton

Imagine Meeting Mary at her clinic

Alice/Beth Kane

Imagine Alice flirting with you

Stargirl

Young JSA

Imagine Pumpkin Carving with the JSA(Platonic)

Pat

Imagine Pat patching you up (Platonic)

Imagine Pat learning you are a Vigilante (Platonic)

Courtney

Imagine Being Courtney’s older sibling (Platonic)

Rick

Imagine finding out Rick is a superhero

Supernatural

Crowley

Imagine Meeting Crowley for the first time

Star Wars

Rey

Imagine Getting to show Rey other worlds

Poe Drameon

Imagine Poe Taking You Flying

BNHA

Imagine bringing Aizawa something during class

Stranger Things

Billy

Imagine Billy Hitting on You...

Imagine Billy Teaching You How to Swim

Steve

Imagine Going to The Fair with Robin and Steve

Robin

Imagine Going to The Fair with Robin and Steve

Kingdom Hearts

Imagine Finding out you’re a Keyblade Wielder

(Platonic)

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Imagine tending to Geralt’s wounds

Imagine Geralt Rescuing You

Imagine Jaskier catching the two of you

Imagine being Jaskier’s sister

Imagine teasing Geralt

Imagine Watching the snow fall with Geralt

Yennefer

Imagine Yennefer Trying to Seduce You

Imagine Yennefer asking you to dance

Jaskier

Imagine Jaskier Singing to You

Imagine you and Jaskier compete to annoy Geralt

Imagine Stealing Jaskier’s lute

Imagine Telling Jaskier your pregnant

Imagine Women awwing over you and Jaskier

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright

Imagine Taking Care of Sunshine For Malcolm

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

Imagine Jon Confessing to You

Video games

Lara Croft

Imagine Tending to Lara’s wounds

Jill

Imagine Jill reuniting with you

Imagine Jill and you working together

SVU

Sonny Carisi

Imagine lazy morning cuddles with Sonny

Umbrella Academy

General

Imagine Being the one to patch the Hargreeves up(Platonic)

Vanya

Imagine Vanya teaching you violin

Klaus

Imagine Klaus braiding you hair

Five

Imagine getting coffee with Five

Longer Imagines

Guardians of the Galaxy

Yondu

Being raised by Yondu would include... (Platonic)

X-Men

Charles

Meeting Charles Xavier would include

Back to Life

Mick

Cisco

Barry Allen

Celebrating Christmas with...

Marvel

Tony

Loki

Steve

Harry Potter Universe

Newt

Preferences

The Flash

Mistletoe (Flash)

Imagine Your First Kiss... (Flash)

Imagine Your First Kiss (Flash) Cont.

Fanfictions

Titans

Dick Grayson

Lazy Mornings

Drunken Accidents

DCU

Mia Smoak

Left to lose

Jordan

Jordan taking an interest in you would include

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

A Caring Witcher

Scars

Jaskier

The Song of You

Legends of tomorrow

Mother Hen

#masterlist #imagine #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #reader #x reader #reader insert #x reader masterlist #preference #preferences

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talesofealdancynedom · 3 years

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Laserline, in human form.

Tale 10: Cadence Bucflowen & Laserline (chapter 3 - The Great Elk 3/4) part 2. Stories of Fey

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After the long weekend, following the autumnal equinox dance, classes resumed. Cadence met Basil and Levi again, in their first class of the day: Fey studies. First year was mostly introducing types of fey, general identifications, and does and don’ts. Laserline came in late, and sat next to Cadence. This lecture was on Fey conservation. Professor Hara Fyrstan’s area of expertise. Though scare tactics are one way to teach children life lessons, it is subject to debate. Hara always started conservation week with stories of failure, followed by success. The death of the previous Wolf King was first, followed by the use of iron cages and pellets in cookies to exterminate fairies. The grimness of the subject thus far, was unsettling. But at the end of the fear lecture, Hara showed news slides to demonstrate what happens if humans go to far; a detailed account of the extinction of an entire type of fey. Hara could have picked any fey: Black Razor Wyverns, Teamin River Nymphs, Or Scarlet Manticore. Yet, by chance, Hara selected the most famous example of all: The eradication of Dominion Deer. Prior to Laserline’s birth, all the royal stag children had been killed by men, who wanted their magic pelts and antlers. Needless death of sentient magical creatures, was done for profit; not just because of inconvenience or fear. To preserve the stag kingdom, the Stag King remained in the shadow veil, helpless, grieving and afraid. He must have felt every single one of his princes and princesses perish. As when a fey dies, like a familiar, a beast king will feel the pain as their magic returns to them. A special piece of them they named with love, and gave to the world.

The news articles had pictures of common folk, holding up their tragic trophies. These would have been Laser’s older siblings. The classroom went silent, as Hara, numb to the tale, went over how needless and heartbreaking death of fey could be. Stories like these, are why Hara worked so hard to protect fey, and inspire people to care as well. That treatment of fey like animals, or pests, leads to common folk also murdering half human heirs, that are needed to preserve magic itself. How Loveless and cruel humans had treated beloved fey. Just as they treat each other. Fey and magic, that is neither good or evil, and thus undeserving of such harsh treatment. They are intelligent, feeling, and an important part of Ealden Cynedom. This lecture was never taken well, which was the point. It made everyone feel sick. More importantly, it made Laserline run away, and never want to be around humans, or leave Tiberius Gate, ever again.

Laser flew out of the classroom before anyone could stop or cheer him. Hara froze in shame as he turned the lights on. Hara didn’t notice Laser was there, because Laser felt like a human, and just another student. If Hara had remembered Laser was there, He wouldn’t have shown those graphic images of Laserline’s dead family. Hara would have done used a different example. In fact, he now questioned if the fear tactics he was raised on, were even still worth using on juniors. Everyone in the room was slow to leave, feeling dirty, remorseful, and ashamed. Cadence was quiet and disturbed; she left the class starring at her scuffed shoes. On the other hand, Levi gave Hara a look that could kill. That would have been grounds for detention, if Hara didn’t deserve it.

Laserline spent the rest of the day in the stables, upon of the stag slice of Tiberius Gate. He cried, and refused any apple or oat Morgan offered him. Laser was scared that if anyone saw him, they might want to kill him like a game animal, regardless of his human form. No one saw him for four days. Morgan, who was bonded to Tiberius Gate, could sense Laser was there, but no search party or calling his true name aided their search. Morgan even sent out his familiar Icarus, who was a golden eagle, to scan the gate for the stag prince, with an better view.

“What got into him?” Morgan asked his family. “Like all fey raised among men, he is friendly and loving. I fear the Stag King might be upset to hear Laserline is suffering. Especially after he appeared to love going to school with you, Cadence. What happened?”

“Hara gave the grimmest lecture about human relationships with fey, after the disappearance of mages. He went over some stories as examples, and one was the murder of the Stag King’s family. Laser was right there; looking at photographs of his dead elder siblings. It made everyone sick, because we all knew Laser was there, but Hara kept reciting the lecture. We’re on a magic forest, we don’t need to be told it markedly uncool to kill fey who are living their own lives.” Cadence said.

“They showed that stuff to junior magic users? With pictures?! Tales in text books and ancient records are one thing, but actual imagery of dead fey and details about it? Hara is such a good guy, and a passionate advocate; I can’t believe he was teaching like that… Something needs to be done about this.” Emilia said to Morgan. Morgan looked like he was thinking over what his daughter had told him. It wasn’t the fact that children were given the hard truths of life, that bothered him; they would have seen or found out eventually. Nor did Morgan believe Hara had ill intent while teaching; it was the same curriculum he had taught for fifteen years. Morgan couldn’t believe Hara Fystan was capable of unethical practice, considering Morgan was his seership apprentice. What made Morgan worry, was what would happen if the Stag King found out that the deaths of his beloved princes and princesses, were being used to teach humans, like they were just examples. If the Stag King found out the distress Laser was subjected to, or the disrespect his late children were receiving, the Pepperidge could get a rude awakening. The problem with teaching isn’t normally the students; it’s the parents.

Laser emerged from the thick of the forest, and in the unicorn pastures, on the sixth day. Everyone was relieved to see him eat, and Cadence was glad to comfort him, by brushing his coat in his deer form. While grooming his plush white fur, all she could see was those horrifying articles. She could not imagine ever laying a single finger on a fey. Laserline chose to remain in beast form, as he could run faster from danger as a buck. Upon closer inspection, Cadence noticed his shins were torn from tripping on rocks, by hastily dashing through the woods. Cadence gladly healed his wounds, and hummed a magic charm of serenity to calm him. Laser remained unsettled after Cadences work, if not sparkling white.

“Tell Levi and Basil I’m fine. And Hara. I don’t hate anyone; I’m just scared. My I feel betrayed too. I loved and trusted humans, and now I’m unsure. But still, even if I don’t want to leave the gate, I do want the humans I like most to know I’m ok. I just don’t want to leave right now. I don’t want to be hurt. I once wondered what happened to the other Dominion Deer, and now I wish I never knew” Laser sobbed. Cadence rested her head on his soft white withers, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. She was not as happy at school without him, even with her new friends and familiar. Everyone on campus felt like garbage for scaring him off. It defiantly taught them the lesson.

“I want you to come to school again, but I also want you to feel safe. Father will keep you safe. And no matter what, I’ll always come back and brush you, or run with you. Not all humans are bad. Those who study magic these days, realize they have wonder and awe in their hearts, not power and ego. The people who live in magic forests know that fey are worth our protection and respect. Times have changed since those photos were taken. They remind us of that.” Cadence whispered.

at noon the next day, the Stag King and Estella came to visit Tiberius Gate. The Stag King came in beast form, as a chestnut elk the size of a house at the shoulder, and antlers like branches decorated with golden flowers. Estella arrived in human form, as she preferred, in white stag robes. They heard that Laser was attending school like a student, and were curious. The Stag King was proud one of his royal children had began to live alongside common folk, as an equal. It gave him hope in humanity. He hoped his eldest prince was fairing well outside the comforts of Tiberius Gate. The Stag King trusted his brother in magic, Morgan, was taking good care of Laserline. There were now six dominion deer, including Laser, since Estella became Stag Queen. But they stayed in other magic forests or the shadow veil. Estella would be lying if she said she didn’t have a special place in her heart for Morgan and Laserline. She loved Tiberius Gate more then any other magical place in Ealden Cynedom; She loved to visit, and have her children live with Morgan and Emilia. She had many fond memories of questing with Morgan, from when she was his case manager, and the world though fourteen-year-old mages were international security threats. Arriving with joy and anticipation in their hearts, it is understandable why Estella and the Sta King were surprised when they found Laser moping in the stables alone.

“Son, come forward; tell us what ails your mind. We have heard grand things about your attendance, at Pepperidge Academy with Cadence. Brother Morgan, takes such good care of all the fey we king’s send, to live alongside him; I am confused as to why you are unwell. Why do you weep in a stable, while Cadence plays with other friends?” the Stag King said in his regal and echoing voice. When Laser didn’t respond, Estella repeated her husband’s inquiry. Laser trembled at the stable door.

“In a class, the Mage seer Hara Fyrstan gave a lecture intended to teach humans the value of fey life... The kindly man used tales of death, to sway the minds of the young wizards, and showed what had happened to my older royal siblings. I cannot unsee it; I fear the same will happen to me if I leave the depth of this forest.” Laserline said. Estella gracefully ran over to hug her son. The Beast King’s were not easily angered. In fact, they couldn’t feel anger at all, as magic is incapable of hate. Yet Anger is not to dissimilar from grief or fear at times. The Stag King did not want his children living in fear anymore. He was told the day veil was safe, and trusted mages and men again. To hear that tales of murder and suffering were used before his son, who he wished to live happily wit humans, angered the Stag King. The audacity to use the loss of his children, as lecture points. The Stag King had a thing or two to say to Pepperidge magic academy; and he decided to come in person, as the magnificent and terrifying elk he was. They did not deserve the hospitality of him approaching them in a palatable human form.

On school grounds, the lockdown bell went off. Cadence, Basil, and Levi, were in the community garden, identifying herbs to study potions midterms; one of Cadences mandatory classes to become a heartman. They were the only three people outside, as everyone else had rushed inside, behind locked the doors. Panicking to find cover, they heard a hallow loud screeching call of an elk. It resonated through the body, and stung their ears. It was both terrifying, yet oddly beautiful. The call sounded like it came from something far larger, and closer, then the average trailside deer.

“What was that? Is that why the school is in lock down? Were do we go? All the doors are locked.” Basil panicked.

“If it’s magic or fey, we are surrounded by magic wielding adults. We’re juniors, the adults can take care of us. We just need to find cover.” Levi said, trying to stay calm. The tallest things in the garden were the tomatoes cages, and a pile of snow dusted leaves by the compost.

“Wait, I’ve heard that before…” Cadence said. “What is he doing here?” she whispered. Levi and Basil looked at Cadence; She wasn’t panicking, but thinking. Then they heard something moving into the court yard, breathing heavily and stomping closer; something big.

“Cadence, you know what that is…” Levi whispered, pulling her in. Cadence was walking toward the edge of the arch in the garden wall, to peer into the court yard. Her face lit up.

“Hey guys, check this out.” Cadence said gesturing for Basil and Levi to come look. “It’s the stag king! I wonder what he’s doing here…” She asked. The three of them looked up at the massive elk’s belly. The Stag King looked Irate. He stared with his amber eyes into the school, and dropped his antlers to gore the administrative wing. Cadence was horrified; this must because of the lecture. She, being friends with the Stag King, could easily talk him down; but she became scared. Saving the school from a beast king, would defiantly give her a reputation of some sort. Levi was right; the adults can handle this…

“Cadence? Aren’t you like, named by him? Doesn’t he like you? Why aren’t you trying to calm him down? He’s about to destroy the school!” Levi said. “You’re not scared of him, are you?” He asked. Cadence shrunk.

“I don’t want to. I don’t want rumors… Dark mage or epic hero; I don’t want people to judge me! And he looks so angary; I don’t want to get on his bad side…”

“But everyone is inside, where the only ones here… People won’t be judging, Cadence; they’ll be alive.”

“It’s also dangerous! He looks so sad, I don’t want to make it worse.” Cadence whimpered. Basil and Levi stared at her in concern. Cadence was peering around the corner, and kneeling with Freya. Levi decided to kneel with her. And then he pushed her into the courtyard.

Cadence yelped, briefly distracting the Stag King. Panicking, Cadence ran up and hugged his shin.

“Stag King, what are you doing here? Your beast form is scaring everybody! The school just went on lock down.” Cadence yelled up to him. The Stag King stopped to look down at her, then turned into a tall tawny deerlike man, with crown of flowered antlers and an aura of pale gold. Cadence felt a bit feint, and she looked around nervously. Basil and Levi gestured her on, from the archway behind the Stag King.

“Cadence my child, I have been informed by my dear son Laserline, who hides and quivers in fear even with mages around; that this school disrespects my dead children, by showing their demise to impressionable children. I trusted this establishment; I am disappointed. My eldest prince is scared to enjoy his life, because you humans spread word of horror and murder. Is this true? Child of spring?” The Stag King snapped. His voice was calm yet intimidating. He hadn’t noticed the boys. Cadence tried to compile her thoughts quickly.

“Well, as a mage that advocates for balance in magic, I think, that even if it hurt Laser, truth is hard… And that by showing your children’s deaths to wizard students, the academy has proved their deaths not in vein; their legacy is the value of fey’s existence,” Cadence said. “And the whole class, which are all acquainted with this magic forest and love fey like their human, were moved towards our cause, Stag King... It taught us to learn from other people’s mistakes, and do better with the gifts we wield… Professor Hara, technically wasn’t completely in the wrong...” Cadence stuttered. Struggling to string any sort of fey logic together, in hopes that it might calm the Stag King. He calmly, yet sternly stared at her in consideration. Then looked at the school with distaste.

“You believe, the graphic imagery of death, though painful, is necessary, to teach humans empathy? Am I to believe, my children’s pain brings good to the world? When I see my son dying from grief?” The Stag King questioned. Cadence shrugged and nodded. Her heart was pounding. The Stag King looked emotionless and unmoved. Cadence became desperate, and noticed Basil and Levi shaking by the archway.

“Please don’t tear down the school.” Cadence jumped. “This school has helped everyone, including you, my parents, Laser, and me.” she pleaded. The Stag King then began to stare at Cadence, like he was considering her words carefully again. He was intrigued. Pepperidge Academy has helped many mages help his kingdom. He had just admitted he trusted this place for a reason.

“Very well. Lead me to the men at this school, who are responsible for traumatizing my prince, and his peers. I will listen to them without violence,” The Stag King said. “I can tell you want your friend back, and value this place. I am glad sending him to your side, turned out to be a wise decision. Still, just know whatever comes of my discussion with these teachers, Laserline may not leave Tiberius gate, for some time. I trust you can comfort him, while you reside there together.” He stated regally. Cadence nodded, ad began to lead the Stag King to the administrative office, turning to look at Basil and Levi with a nervous smile. Cadence knew she may have saved the school itself, but she was no closer to getting Laser back, and her reputation could be ruined. Kids her age can be mean. Cadence didn’t want people to fear her because she was so close to such a powerful force of magic, or crowd her with needless uncomfortable interactions. But she was kind of glad Levi had pushed her into action. She had done something out in the open, and succeeded.

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Updated Masterlist

So I don’t crowd your dash, this list is under the cut ;)

(And can also be found in my page header)

Random one-shots/Stories

Most of these are Dwelf-Verse standalones, though they're meant for world-building and can be read as standalones.

A kitten in Rivendell - fluffy and cute, aka. all children love Bifur and his toys, even Elves. Tumblr link

The Axe, the Guard and the Song - Life of Bifur, before and after the Axe - Tumblr link

Leaving Home – the last night before the Quest for each Company member(+ the Fellowship of Dwarrowdams Remaining Behind - Manaddadâna Khazdâna Binganugâl Ôra): Glóin Gimli Vár Óin Dori Ori Nori Bifur Bofur Bombur Athalrún Balin Dwalin Kíli Fíli Dís Thorin

Thorn, the transgender Hobbit - Bilbo comes to your rescue

Shadows and Mirrors - Thorin’s meeting with Gandalf in Bree [part2]

Nori’s job interview (The Black Owl) - The reason Thorin trusted Nori to come along on the Quest and eventually named him Spymaster of Erebor… Tumblr link

Dáin, Lord of the Iron Hills - That meeting Thorin went to just before showing up in Bag End.

Diamonds and Iron - the parents of Dáin had different expectations of life together… can they find a bit of happiness instead? [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] Complete!

Permission?! - When Thorin is caught wanting Dwalin's baby sister, tempers run high ;)

The Birth of Madness - Thrór lost his head… in more ways than one. A post-Moria fic. (flangst) tumblr link

The lost pebble - When Thorin’s mother got lost in Mirkwood and was found by Elves, events were set in motion that would shape the future of her whole family aka Legolas adopts a Dwarfling Tumblr link

A Piece of History - Dís getting ready for her wedding(based on Lucife56’s art)

Mama Dís - a regular day in Ered Luin

Of Dwobbits and Dwarrow - the story of Svari and Adaldrida, the dwarf/hobbit couple who are the ancestors of Bombur’s wife, Athalrún. [C1] [C2]

Welcome to this Day - Bombur’s wife was pregnant when he left; this is the story of the birth of their youngest daughter (fluffy) - Tumblr link

Silver and Amethyst - In Erebor, years before Smaug, Thrór’s spymaster saves a young dam from a terrible ordeal. Personal HC about the ri-parents ;) (some angst, some fluff, and a baby Dori) - Chapter [1] [2] [3]

King under the Mountain - grandpa!Thrór w Thorin (Fluffy feels)

Inshêt Zahrar, The Dwelf-Verse Longfic:

Summary

Full fic - so far ;) -> Inshêt Zahrar - Ao3 Chaptered view

Chapter 1 - Tumblr

Chapter 2 - Tumblr

Dworin stuff: listed by Dworin week prompts/titles

Youth - A day in TA 2753 in the lives of Dwalin and Thorin

Despair & hope - Excerpt from Dwelf (angsty stream of consciousness)

Healing - D&T at Beorns; excerpt from Dwelf - some smut

Seeking safety - Not everyone is pleased with Thorin’s rule in Ered Luin

When Thorin rants… - Dwalin’s thoughts; some smut TL

Old Age - In Erebor and in the Halls of Waiting TL

Mind - battle dreams and comfort TL

Body - tattoos and remembrances TL

Good times - baby F&K and raiding of cookie jars! TL

Bad times - Winters are cold, but hearts are warm TL

Fur - the story of one of Dwalin’s scars TL1 TL2

Meeting - the Battle of Azanulbizar and its aftermath TL

Parting - Lament for Frerin

The Erebor Years - When Thorin met Dwalin and the years that followed TL

Caught in the Act - A Smutty Sunday fic from the road. You are Dwalin.

Daring to Dream - the follow-up to Shadows and Mirrors.

Silverslate (Celebrimbor/Narví):

Doors of Durin - Beginning in SA 1325: How they met, how they loved, how they lived and how they were parted… TL: C1 C2 C3 C4

Song of Souls - In SA1697, Celebrimbor's spirit departs his body in a desperate attempt to convey a warning to the on who holds his heart. [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven] [Eight]

Nwalin:

Promptable

Devil in Disguise - Halloween Nwalin (smuffy), with Dwalin discovering a new kink

The Purple Dress (alternate C1 with born female Nori) + chapter 2 - Nwalin in Erebor, based on drawing by @asparklethatisblue … (Fluff, smut and angst)

A Labour of Love - More Nwalin in Erebor for Sparkle. Love letters, poetry and illiteracy all combine into a massive bundle of feels!

Heists and Humbug - Nori is sneaky, but sometimes he needs a little help from the good Captain.

Prince of Greenwood: The story of Thranduil and his Queen, from Second Age onwards

The Burned Prince - [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] First meetings

Desire

Pre-Dagorlad - the last night before the War of the Last Alliance began

Throne-Thoughts - TA ~2 (smutty)

Sing me a song of the Queen who is gone - TA ~6 onwards

Queen

Fare-thee-well

Grey Havens

Woodland Woes

Crown of Winter (fluff-ish)

The Blue Butterfly - the slow darkening of Mirkwood

Sapling - Baby/youngster Legolas fics (baby elf fluff! Woop!) Promptable

Small crowns

Elk riding

Adventures

Training

Fíli-Ficlets: a bunch of ficlets featuring Fíli at all ages.

Mostly it’s fluffy, with a ton of family feels. Promptable

Babysitting

Bilbo

Love/Lust

Protectiveness

Fountain

Memory

Moustache braids

Career Day

Heir

Fashion sense

Ravenhill confessions (angsty movie canon)

Kili in love

Mother’s Day in Ered Luin

Pickup lines

Birthday party

Storyteller

Full list to be found at Ao3 (I won’t update the Masterlist that often)

Imagines:

Renewed Hope - Beorn & reader, kinship drabble.

The Power of Potions - HP crossover with baby Durins C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7

Flower Crown - Elrond and Family

The Hobbit-Musical fics: Characters from the Hobbit do musical songs… unapologetic crack-fics.

Shiny – Smaug + song from Moana

I Just Can’t Wait to be King - Fíli, Kíli, Thorin & Balin

x/reader drabbles:

Bifur:

Pockets of Silence

Éomer:

Winter’s Chill

Bofur:

Flirting - lame pick-up lines and Bofur's stupid hat... no, he's NOT adorable, what are you talking about?

Fíli:

Gold of Erebor - You are a Princess coming to Erebor to enter an arranged marriage with Fíli - Tumblr link

Silver Secrets - You are Mjoll, Fíli’s old flame, a warrior who came along for the Quest - C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10

Thorin:

Braids and Broken Bones - Thorin’s jealousy leads to confessions by the Carrock.

Cultural Differences - pre-Thorin/human!reader - The Pixie cut in a Dwarven society can lead to hair-raising assumptions...

Kíli:

Braids for best friends - You braid Kíli’s hair to prove a point with unexpected consequences.

Kíli's Curls - smut in Erebor ;)

Haldir:

Song of Nimrodel - You are Galadriel’s favourite singer - Begins ~TA 2200

Chapter [1]

Chapter [2]

Chapter [2.5]

Chapter [3]

Chapter [4]

Chapter [5]

Chapter [6]

Chapter [7]

Haldir dying at Helm’s Deep - a possible ending for Song of Nimrodel - angsty, of course ;)

Dwalin:

Guard-Recruit – Dwalin (chapter 2 is NSFW) Tumblr C1 C2

Apple Pie - You’re a little insecure, and Dwalin is a little oblivious. Also, a pie. For reasons.

Motorcycle Club – Modern AU Biker/teacher. There’s a bunch of feels in this, as well as some fairly explicit smut( E-rating).

Strength(fluff!)

School’s Out

Lazy Sunday (smut)

Touching (fluff, smut and angst)

Sweetness to Tears(angst and family feels)

Daydreams and Reality (smut)

Growth (fluff - with a bit of angst)

Announcements (mostly fluffy, also smut)

Lullabies (fluff and humour)

The Sleeping One - You are a barmaid who finds herself accidentally waking up in the arms of Lord Dwalin while on the Quest. (Angst, fluff, a bit of light gore - medical type) Complete.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 - epilogue (explicitly smutty)

Cuddles – reader/(crush) -

undecided crush in part 1, will be continued with different members of the Company as inspiration dictates.

Part 1 - The Cuddling Incident

Part 2 (Thorin) - Thorin puts his foot in it

Part 3 (Thorin) - Thorin continues to be a fool; now with Elves around OR Part 3 (Dwalin) - In Erebor! Complete!

Part 4 (Thorin) - Playing in Fountains may lead to revelations

Part 5 (Thorin) - Thorin decides to be is an overprotective idiot

Part 6 (Thorin) - You are not the only one angry with Thorin

Part 7 (Thorin) - Meeting with the Elvenking… and Thorin in prison

Part 8 (Thorin) - The Company leaves for Laketown and you keep a bargain

Part 9 (Thorin) - The Arkenstone and BotFA

Part 10 (Thorin) - Mahal intervenes… or does He?

Part 11 (Thorin) - Aftermath - Complete!

Beorn: The Skinchanger Chronicles

In a mountain village by a clear lake, surrounded by forests, a small boy was born. He was a special boy, however, for he could change his skin and become a bear like the rest of his Clan. In a different mountain valley overlooking grasslands, a girl was born in a Pride of lynxes. The boy grew up to be a strong man, a warrior and protector of his people. Then his people were taken from him, one by one, until he was the only one left. The girl grew up to be a slave, forced to serve the whims of the Dark master who had slaughtered everyone she had ever known, destined for a purpose she never dared guess. This is their story.

Discontinued due to becoming an original novel.

Power of a Name - Cub!Beorn: Life before Azog

Little Red - Beorn finds a baby and a new friend

The Walkers - the Story of Ullrae; a Skinwalker of the Lynx Clan

The Walkers pt 2 - mentions of torture perpetrated by Orcs

The Walkers pt 3

The Walkers pt 4

The Walkers pt 5

The Walkers pt 6

The Walkers pt 7

The Bear’s Lady - Meeting the Company

The Bear’s Offspring - you and Beorn and raising cubs… what could happen?

Nori’s little secret - interconnected Nori drabbles.

Your name is Brynhilda.

Part 1 - in the cells of Mirkwood

Part 2 - taking care of your hair after arriving in Laketown

Part 3 - nicknames and bizarre attractions

Part 4 - bail-outs and proposals

Part 5 - A Stolen Heart

GiME: A humourous take on my least favourite trope?

Shirts

Names

Coming soon:

Christmas in the Biker AU(Dwalin/reader)

Nwalin Gift Exchange fic

Hobbit Holiday Gift Fic

Tolkien Secret Santa fic

Parts of the First Age seen through the eyes of the Falmari who eventually becomes the mother of Thranduil.

Chapter 6 of Potions

Chapter 9 + 10 of Song of Souls

Chapter four of Doors of Durin

random oneshots of a Christmas-esque nature ;)

#masterlist #my fics #hobbit #lord of the rings #tolkien fan fiction #tolkien #silmarillion

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