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jmdbjk · 6 months

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Praise and worship

I finally figured out the meaning of the Standing Next to You MV!!

But first, did Kookie wax his pits or does he always have that landing strip of hair there?

Anyway, sorry for the immediate digression but you know it is imperative to dissect everything, even pit hair.

Back to the MV...

The opening scenes include this very non-inclusive sign:

Only limos, no sportscars, SUVs, pick up trucks, family sedans or mopeds welcome here. They are keeping the riff-raff out. ONLY LIMOS THEY SAID CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?

Obviously makes sense when we see this dystopian scene where less than a dozen people are walking around inside some sort of derelict compound. A FORTRESS FOR ONLY THE STRETCH LIMO PREFERRING POPULATION!

Incidentally, stretch limos represent 1 percent of the options available from limo companies in the U.S. (I googled it).

Amazing that they found this many in Budapest.

What was once a sign of affluence has now fallen on hard times... hence the decrepit dystopia pictured above.

Enter our female antagonist. Who does she represent? I'll get to that later...

Our antagonist is antagonizing beautifully throughout but starts off antagonistically in her leather coatdress and 1980's heavy black eyeliner and bobbed hair. After all, the song is a throwback to that era of the late 70's/early 80's. All she is missing is the peach blush in the hollows of her cheeks. Hand me a Maybelline Blooming Colors Blush Palette and I'll fix it.

Then the dark angel makes his appearance. Ah, yes, sweet angel, come closer.

I think he has come down or up from where ever dark angels habitate in order to correct an injustice... the injustice being the duck-billed cups of this atrociously antagonistic dress our antagonist is made to wear:

For real... they couldn't find a better fitting dress? At least grab a roll of toilet paper and stuff those titty cups to fill them out? They are so sad and droopy looking... props to her Maybelline Expert Eyes Turquoise eye shadow though.

I suppose the stacked pancakes... I mean bra cups... could have meant to be an homage to another 80's icon: Madonna and her cone shaped bra... but ... nah... try again. They look like hamburgers. Now I can't unsee it. So, so sad.

We do a lil spin and our protagonist spins himself up into a jewel encrusted, crotch grabbing, finger pointing master of his game.

I think he's here to conduct a worship service.

It's time to be churched:

Stretch limos (because no riff-raff remember?) enter the opening in a temple-of-Petra-like giant wall emblazoned with JK's sacred heart logo. Very symbolic.

In they go to gather for worship. Others sit in theatre seats while Ms. Antagonist sits on the car like a hood ornament.

So... who is she and what's going on here?

No clue. She sits haughtily and antagonistically on her outdated stretch limo, while her little minions sit in the rows watching the object of their desire preaching the holy choreography.

However, Mr. Protagonist is about to really lay down the religion.

But first, gratuitous shot of Kookie prancing in heeled chelsea boots.

Back to religion... the religion of Bangtan dance... one of these is not like the other.

(*covers Hobi-hyung's eyes* Don't look its too painful.)

Did they not monitor this mess?

I don't meant to be disrespectful and I know these guys are some of the best dancers in the industry but next to Jungkook, they look like a herd of elephants. Just sayin'.

Anyway, Protagonist proceeds to become angry at the sloppy choreo and all the limo drivers gather for a gang-brawl in the middle of the church. Probably arguing over the spelling of chauffeur. I couldn't find an urban slang reference for limo, limousine or limo driver. I'm sure some exist but being the innocent thing I am, I don't know what they are.

Mr. Protagonist brings down the wrath and puts the fear of Hobi into his crew:

Then the climax of the whole darn thing: a dance break. Holy communion commences with serious thrusting into crotch grabs (some are enjoying it more than others):

Service concludes and I wonder how many takes before they got one where Kookie didn't bust out laughing with his bunny giggle?

But seriously, the MV does seem to be an homage to an era where Michael Jackson thrilled us with his brilliant music and dancing. Jungkook is continuing to pull us and BTS as a group along, forging new paths for them in the music industry. Like Kookie, I am anxious for them to reunite and get back on that stage together. And like Yoongi, I too believe they will devour the world.

(It's humor, y'all.)

#worship at the altar of jungkook #its humor #sarcasm #parody #its not serious #i apologize if i offended anyone #however Bangtan Church of Choreography is very serious #standing next to you #jungkook golden #looking forward to a choreo performance mv please

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bkaulitzz · 7 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰!

newest upload from my wattpad @ b_kaulitzz

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info/warnings: SMUT, femxsub!bill, face riding, head!f&m receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, choking, dacryphillia

synopsis: Y/N has a surprise for Bill, but he gets impatient

more under cut :)

The kitchen was warm and cozy, the smell of cookies hit my face as I opened the oven door. I hummed to the holiday music, sliding on the cotton mittens before reaching in to take out the tray. I closed the oven with my hips, placing the tray on the stove to let the cookies chill. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a pair of arms around my waist as I used a spatula to slide the cookies off.

"Babe?" Bill dragged out with a pout, placing his chin on my shoulder. I hummed, reaching up to turn on the ventilation on the hood. "Can you please tell me the surprise?..." He asked I rolled my eyes as it was the millionth time he asked.

"No, Bill. I told you to wait until the party's over, " I huffed, hearing him raspily whine. "Just help with the decorations, please? Before the guests come?" I hummed, picking up a cookie and putting it over my shoulder to his lips. He took a bite with a frown.

"But, I wanna see now, " Bill rubbed my sides, leaning into my neck to plant kisses. I bit my lip, pulling away.

"Bill. Put the decorations up now, " I turned around, glaring at him as I leaned against the counter.

"Fine, " He sucked his teeth, walking back into the living room to hang ornaments.

"Good boy, " I grinned, coming back to the fridge. I pulled out the chilled cookie dough and placed it on the counter. I sighed, grabbing the flour, and sprinkling some on the counter to prep for the second batch. I threw the dough down onto the surface, picking up a rolling pin. I rubbed flour on it, beginning to roll out the dough. My breath hitched as I felt familiar arms around me again, one of his hands slowly gliding down my waist. "Bill?"

"Hm?..." Bill's voice muffled in the crook of my neck, kissing the side of my neck as his hand slid into my pajama pants. I gripped the rolling pin, his other hand moving up to my clothed breast.

"Bill. Enough, " I scoffed, trying to push his arms off. His grasp only stayed, his hand on my chest coming under my shirt. I furrowed my brows, letting go of the rolling pin. I turned to him, gripping his wrists. "I told you to wait, but you couldn't just do that?" I looked up at him through my brows and he responded with a frown.

"But...want to see now..." He whined softly. I held his wrists, backing him up into the living room.

"You're such a brat, you know that?" I pushed him onto the couch, throwing off my slippers before I straddled his lap. He gulped as he looked up at me, his wrists still in my grasp. "You want the surprise, right? Hm?" I began grinding down onto his lap, his hands jolting up.

"Yes, yes. Please, " He nodded eagerly through shaky moans, feeling a tent form under me.

"I barely even touched you, " I let go of his wrist, my hand moving up to his jaw, gripping it to force him to look at me. Bill gripped my waist, letting out small moans, trying to guide my hips. I slapped his hands off with my other hand, causing him to lean back on his elbows. I removed my grip from him, grabbing the hem of my sweater. I lifted it, pulling it off and throwing it to the side, revealing a lacey lingerie set underneath. He looked at me with widened eyes and rosy cheeks, and his hands instinctively reached for my chest. "No touching, you're gonna take it how I give you, " I snarled, swatting his hand away. He frowned, continuing to watch me undress, pulling off my pajama pants to reveal the whole set. I gripped his lower jaw again, glaring down at him. "Couldn't even wait till the party was over."

"I-I'm sorry. I can't help it, " His lip quivered as he spoke, causing me to smirk before I pecked his lips. "Please, need you now, " His attention went back down to the lace that traced my breasts. He looked back up at me with doe eyes. I bit my bottom lip, kissing his sweet lips again. The distinct taste of sugar cookies hit my tongue, his lips were eager against mine. I took to the hem of his thin tee, pulling it up. He helped, pulling the shirt off completely, his lips leaving mine for a few seconds just to be attached again. I moved a hand down to his crotch, palming him gently, receiving breathy moans from him.

"So cute, " I whispered into the kiss, moving my kisses down to his jawline. I kissed around his neck, beginning to nip around his sensitive areas. My hand still palmed him, and he let out needy moans, grinding into my hand. "You like it when I mark you, don't you? Like the filthy brat you are."

"Yes, yes. I'm all yours, Y/n, " He rasped, and I slipped my hand into his sweatpants, moving my kisses down to his collarbone and his chest.

"You're so naughty, " I looked up at him, feeling no boxers to separate my touch. He smiled shyly, looking away. I scattered kisses around his chest, wrapped my gentle hand around his cock. He arched his back to the touch, biting down on his lip. I pulled his cock out, gripping it tightly as I slowly pumped him. His tip seeped of pre cum, and was a pretty bright pink. I tilted my head, my thumb reached up rubbing his tip as the rest of my hand pumped him. His lips parted, looking down at me with knitted eyebrows, and wordless moans escaped. I looked down at his cock and back up at him, biting my lip as I felt it twitch in my hand. "Feel good?"

"So...good, " He mumbled out, watching me make it down between his legs. I looked up at him, removing my touch only to place my fingertips back on to trace his veins. He whined, gripping the couch cushions to restrain himself. "Please..." He dragged out.

"Please what?" I hummed, continuing to trace his veins.

"Please, more. I want more, " He cried out. It only caused the corner of my lip to perk up more. I wrapped my fingers around his weeping cock, kissing his tip gently. Bill looked down at me, keeping eye contact as I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip. I hallowed my cheeks, my tongue flattening underneath. He let out sweet, little moans as I slowly took him whole. I gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. I bobbed my head at a medium pace, my hands on his thighs as I did. He clenched his eyes shut, and repeated pants left his pretty lips. Bill trembled under me and I pulled off with a pop for a breather. I lifted my fingers, running my tongue up the side of his cock, trailing kisses from the tip down. He placed a hand on my wrist, pulling me up. "Can I?..." He spoke quietly, looking down. I held his cheek, lifted his face, and caressed his face with my thumb. I hummed, looking down into his soft, dark eyes.

"Can you?..." I hummed, wanting him to finish his sentence. He looked away for a second, looking back into my eyes as he nibbled on his lip.

"Can I please you?" Bill whispered. I smiled, continuing to caress his cheek.

"I can't hear you speak up, my love, " I hummed, feeling his face grow warm in my hand. He leaned into my touch, placing his hands on my waist.

"Can I please you?" He let out. I nodded with a toothy grin, pecking his nose.

"Good boy, so proud of you, " I watched him lay down completely, his head resting on one of the couch pillows, knowing exactly what to do. I slowly came up, positioning my thighs on either side of his head, looking down at him. "Are you re-" I widened my eyes, gasping as Bill wrapped his hands around my thighs to pull me down completely. I held onto the armrest and the top of the couch, feeling his finger loop the fabric that hugged my pussy. He slipped it to the side, kissing my clit and immediately wrapping his lips around it. I let out a pleased hum, sitting more on his face. He laid his tongue flat against my slick folds, eagerly as he moaned to the taste. "You're so good for me, " I breathed out, feeling him slide his tongue in, curling it to reach my g-spot. I furrowed my brows, biting my lip before moving my hips down onto his face. He rubbed my thighs, allowing me as his nose collided with my clit. He continued to lick my folds, lapping them all while I grinded onto his face. "Fuck, Bill-- good boy, " I mewled, clenching my eyes shut. He moved his face along with my grinding, his tongue gliding against my pussy. I could feel my legs give out, shaking as a familiar feeling formed in my stomach. My whole body heated up, my heart raced as I froze, cumming all over his face. He licked my juices up, not allowing me to pull off until he finished. I panted, feeling him leave soft kisses behind as he finished, kissing my inner thighs. I pulled off, straddling his lap which caused him to sit up.

I raised my hands to his hair, pulling him close as I planted my lips onto his. He placed his hands on my waist, his thumbs rubbing my sides. I smirked against his lips, pressing myself against me. "You're such a pretty boy, " I cooed, his kisses becoming more hungry, his chest caving slightly. My chest leaned against his, feeling his rushed heartbeat. "You like it when I call you pretty boy, hm? So eager, " I mumbled. He ran his hands up and down my sides, pulling away from the kiss to look up at me.

"Need you now, " Bill pouted, kissing my lips again. I placed a hand on his jawline, my thumb caressing his soft face again. My other hand moved down to grab his cock, aligning him to my entrance. I sat up on my knees, teasing his tip against my slit. He groaned against my lips, his kisses becoming sloppy. "Please, Y-" His whining got cut off as I slowly took his size. He looked at me with furrowed brows, his nails digging into my waist. I let out a drawn-out moan, pushing him down as I continued to sit up on him. His breath grew heavy as he looked up at me through his lashes. My thighs met his, and my hands sat on his chest. I mewled, looking down at him, and ran my hands up and down his chest. Bill shut his eyes, his mouth agape as he felt me.

"Does it feel good?" I breathed out, beginning to grind down onto him. He opened his eyes, nodding as he began to whimper under me. I moved a hand up to his throat, my fingers wrapped around his flesh. I began to bounce up and down slowly and he let out a desperate, filthy moan. "You look so pretty, " I cooed, looking down at the pathetic sight. His hair became a mess from rubbing his head against the armrest. His moans become high-pitched from the praising. "You're my pretty boy, isn't that right?" I tilted my head. His hands were on either side of my thighs, rubbing them as he hoarsed out a response.

"Y-yes, I...I'm your- pretty boy, " He stammered between sweet cries of pleasure. I rocked my hips back and forth onto him, causing friction against my clit. I threw my head back, biting my lip.

"You're such a good boy, letting me fuck your dumb cock, " I purred, looking back down at him. His forehead grew sweaty as his eyebrows stayed furrowed. His eyes were still up at me as his mouth was agape, his nails digging into my thighs at this point.

"S...so good, you feel so good, Y/n, " He rasped. My other hand moved up to his chest, teasing his left nipple between his middle and pointer fingers. I breathed heavily, watching him arch his back to the touch. He whimpered as I continued, my pace growing faster. I felt his cock throb and my fingers on his nipple became harsher.

"Don't cum until I say so, " I snarled, slowing down. He breathed heavily, nodding.

"I'm sorry-- I'm, " His response got cut off as I continued grinding onto him. He grit his teeth, and his eyeshadow and eyeliner begin to run. From a mix of sweat and small tears. I leaned down, kissing the tears rolling down his cheek. I hummed, his moans growing silent from the pleasure.

"What's wrong? Too much? Do I have to stop?" I tilted my head. He shook his head, his lip quivering.

"I- I can take it, " He panted. I nodded with a smirk, kissing his plump lips. My grip around his throat never left. I moved my hips at my own rhythm, quickening the pace. Whiny moans from his lips merged into the kiss, merely sounding like sobs. I felt butterflies in my stomach, hearing the sweet sounds from his lips. I breathed heavily through my nose, hushed moans moving into his lips. I slid my tongue over his lips, causing him to part his lips. Bill's hands rested on my waist, never daring to guide me as he allowed me to lead. I swirled my tongue against his and he followed along, our breathing collided as I continued to move my hips up and down.

"Fuck, so close, hold it for me, okay? You're doing so good, Bill, " I leaned back, sitting up again. I took both of his hands in mine, his fingers clasping. I threw my head back, my pace grew quicker. He threw his head back as well, eyebrows knitting and his mouth hung open.

"Fuck!" He squealed, followed by a long string of high-pitched moans. His pants interrupted in between. I looked down, his neck was my only view, purple love marks scattered in a pretty pattern.

"Look at me, pretty boy, then you can cum, " I panted. He turned his head down, looking up at me. His expression was as if he was about to sob, eyes being filled with pleasure. I felt a knot forming, starting to grind down on him to ride out my high. Bill choked out strained moans and I dug my nails into his hands. My legs shook, and my walls clenched around his cock before releasing around him. He let out his last strained cry, before releasing inside of me. I breathed heavily, falling onto him, and wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me, catching his breath with his makeup-stained cheeks. I bit my lip at the sight, moving a hand up to hold his cheek. "You did so well, " I pecked his chin and along his jawline, moving a piece of hair out of his face.

"T-thank you, " Bill's face grew pink, and small pants left his plump, swollen lips.

"Let's get cleaned up, yea?" I hummed and slid off of him, holding my sides as I wobbled. He nodded with a weak smile, his eyes hooded. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to pick me up, carrying me up to our restroom. He placed me down on my feet, I shivered as I came in contact with the cold marble floor. He closed the door behind him, turning to me to slip off the lingerie. I pecked his lips in between, wobbling to the bathtub behind me. I closed the plug, turning on the water. He took out bath salts from the cabinet under the sink. He threw a handful into the water, watching the bathtub fill up. After it was filled with lukewarm water, he stepped in, sitting down before helping me get in. Bill rubbed my sides as I sat in between his lap, kissing my shoulder from behind. "Thank you, love. You're so sweet to me, " I hummed, leaning my back against him. I could feel his heart thumping through his chest. He smiled against my skin, beginning to kiss into the crook of my neck.

"Anything for you. I love you so so much, " He said sweetly, feeling his lips come to my cheek. I smiled, raising a hand back to play with his hair.

"I love you more, " I hummed. "We're so fucked though, " I sighed, moving the hand down to caress his cheek. He frowned, leaning into my touch.

"I'll help this time, " He looked like a puppy with his doe eyes. A smile grew on my lips, causing me to peck his lips. "My gingerbread men are ugly though, " He pouted. I snickered, kissing his lips again.

#bill #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #kaulitz #smut #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #billkaulitzff #billkaulitzsmut #bill kaulitz x y/n #sub bill #x dom reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x yn #billsmut #bill kaulitz x reader #x dom fem reader #b_kaulitzz

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petalssunwards · 2 months

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written for @wait-whos-batman DCU Valentine's Day event! It's all over the place, mostly because Jason is high - though there isn't any explicit mention of drugs other than one or two sentences!

It's desi!reader. Lemme know if you want links to movie/song/string ornament! Jay quoting the Hobbit because that's my obsession these days!

You weren’t concerned when the racket at your door started. A little confused, perhaps, because usually Jay loved giving you heart attacks via jumpscares. However, this was hardly the first time he had tried to pick a fight with your apartment door.

The first time it had occurred, you two weren’t exactly friends - just classmates who collaborated on assignments. It hadn’t stopped him from waking you up at 3 am with his insistent knocking. He had then raved on about the brilliant fucker who almost had him believe in a hopeful ending to Romeo-Juliet and why the heartbreak is his due in this existence. You just let him have it after you figured out he had been talking about the movie goliyon ki raasleela ram-leela. It wasn’t like he was wrong and did apologize for barging in after running out of steam. He was the only person in grad school who spoke decent Hindi and you weren’t letting him go.

Your friendship over shared cups of masala tea had taught you three things about Jay:

1. was a hopeless romantic and always cursed out tragic endings

2. His eyes glowed green during his impassioned speeches

3. He loved dramatic entrances which ranged anywhere from silent to boisterous.

Hence you weren’t particularly worried when something metallic thudded against your door, adding the clanking of your string ornament in the mix. But when the door finally opened - you just gawked at the glowing red helmet in astonishment.

“What the everloving fuck” Yes - that summed up your sentiments pretty well.

“The key works” Red Hood’s distorted voice offered in lieu of an answer.

“I am on the quest - a perilous one” He proclaimed.

You definitely never handed apartment keys to the vigilante in question. The only person you trusted enough to have it was your best friend from college - Jay Todd Peterson.

Fuck - did Red Hood get the key from Jay? Why would Jay? Did he hurt Jay for them??

You stupidly stared at the Red Hood trying to make sense of the situation. The fuck was he talking about?? You hadn’t realized you verbalized your thought until Red Hood responded.

“You told me I can crash here if I want -” Could a mechanical voice be pouting??

“Guess not - “ he murmured as his shoulders drooped, his whole body sagging in defeat as he turned to leave.

This was a gesture you recognized - it was Jay equivalent of puppy dog eyes - the one he had perfected to use as a lethal weapon so that you would be swayed to do his bidding. It was like watching a sad labrador, always tugging at your heartstrings.

“Jay?” you hazarded a guess and Red Hood turned around - arms crossed on his chest in the classic ‘I’m stubbornly sulking - but you have to figure out the problem ’ pose.

“Oh for heaven’s sake.” You grumbled and struggled to drag your best friend - who seemed more interested in patting your head -inside.

“I am on a perilous quest -” Jay declared again once he settled on the couch and without the distorted voice modulator it didn’t sound like a malevolent threat.

You tried to hold your laughter but the sight of Jay sprawled on your couch, wringing his hands like a punished child and quoting The Hobbit was adorable. (If one disregarded several weapons on his person). The green of his irises was barely visible but other than that there weren’t any injuries.

You nodded dumbly - some part of your brain stuck on your best friend being a crimelord. He didn’t need any prompting because he continued in a solemn voice,

“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, a partner in crime you could say, and it's very difficult to find anyone.”

Whoever had drugged him (you suspected Ivy ), clearly had thrown him for a loop. It would be better if he stayed here instead of galavanting off on the streets, ruining Red Hood’s badass reputation. So you fetched him water and midnight snacks, settling in for the show. This should be fun.

“Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you.” You played along and were rewarded with a bright smile.

“There is nothing like looking if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.” He fired off.

“And what would you be looking for, kind sir?” you asked, struggling to match the serious tone of his voice.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be re - repe- re-p re-ss-ed." Jay flopped on his back with his head in your lap, when he failed to properly speak in an over-the-top British accent.

“I always wanted to be in love you know??” his whisper was so soft and you strained to hear him.

“I want someone just for me. Where one is in love even before they know it. I want love like Arwen loves Aragorn, wholeheartedly - all good and bad, worse and worst!. No takebacks! Someone who is there always supporting me, loving me. I want to hold on to them. Like you know - they would be the absolutely best decision I would ever make. But good decisions aren’t exactly my forte.” He rambled as if confessing a sin.

You opted for listening to him, reciprocating his trust by safeguarding his secrets deep in your heart, and continued running your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He heaved a contented sigh with closed eyes, burrowing closer and for a moment you thought he had fallen asleep.

Jay had never opened up quite like this. Listening to him divulge his deepest-held thoughts while high as a kite, felt like cheating. He wouldn’t want you to know his secrets, but then again that ship had sailed when he had shown up at your doorstep in the Red Hood regalia.

Maybe this was something he had to get off his chest?

“wo haseen murti pyaar ki, milegi muze kabhi naa kabhi… muze jiske pyaar pe ho yakeen; wo pari, wo hoor, wo nazaneen” he hummed the mangled a song under his breath.

“Sing that song to me.” he nudged your knee, “The one where they flap like birds.”

He irritated you until you crooned it, chiming in whenever he remembered the lyrics.

“Why am I Arkenstone?” You wondered aloud. Jay’s erratic mood affecting you as well. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t considered a possible romantic dynamic between you two, but Jay always had some invisible boundary he would never cross.

“Have I told you how much I admire you?” He clutched your other hand in both of his. He softly placed it on his beating heart.

“Your soul shines like silver in the firelight, like water in the sun, like snow under the stars, like rain upon the Moon!”

“Because you are a great and wondrous jewel. And I would go mad if I ever lost you to anyone else!” he answered simply and sincerely, borrowed eloquent quotes long forgotten.

“Would you love me even if I were Gollum?” He questioned sleepily, his thoughts running away from him again.

You peered at him for any lie, but his heartbeat didn’t even waver under your palm. He was relaxed as if he hadn’t just tilted your world. What were you going to do with this silly man?

You wanted to ask him if he really meant it or if it was just a rambling of a drugged man. You didn’t have the mental capacity to unpack all the implications tonight.

“Yes, I would,” you whispered against his hair, softly kissing his forehead. "very much so, good and bad, worse and worst!"

There would be a lot of hard conversations the next morning, but tonight you would dream about this absurd man wrapped in your arms.

#dcuvalentinesday2024 #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #redhood x reader #fluff #i know it's weird

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beedreamscape · 5 months

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In Avalir's ceremonies, given its complementary name, The City of Crowns, it's common to wear a headpiece as a symbol of your station and they go as such:

Septarion

A Kokoshnik-style crown in pure gold bearing seven gemstones. In high elvish is enscripted the very cliche "Knowledge is Power".

Eldamir, being "head of state", bears an extra stone, a big ass diamond.

Apprentices, Ring of Gold

Diadem or Circlet, usually simple in style, of fewer karats than those above, bearing a central gem that represents their Septarion mentor.

Octothurge

A two-centimeters-thick silver circlet, the base for the emblems of each of the schools of wizardry placed in the center of a eight-petal flower.

Ring of Silver

A thin circlet in parallel filigrees with discreet leaves ornamenting it.

Along with that, a symbol of her family, Patia wears a delicate crystals and pearls snood.

Magisterium

A chain of gold with a curtain of thinner chains over the eyes like a mask (justice is blind shtick).

Court of Owls

Laurel-like circlet of gold feathers.

The head of court wears a crown in the shape of an owl spreading out its wings

Court of Working

Simple straight laurel wreath of palladium metal.

Laerryn, as Architect Arcane, wears an elaborate laurel diadem of Mithral metal with flowers, minuscule pearls and a down-facing point, reminiscent of elven crowns.

First Knight

Usually worn over a light chainmail hood, it's of simpler metal and inscribed with the vows the Knight swears when nominated.

Loquatius

None of his titles actually bears a crown, but having earned the respect and love of those in the upper echelons, Quay earned himself a crown as the city's Herald and Scribe

Thranduil-style crown (yes, he went full-on fey prince) coming to points on his cheekbones, the backpiece resembles flames. Also made of Mithral to match Laerryn's.

#exu calamity #avalir #critical role #headcanon #i wish i could find exactly what i was picturing but these will suffice #the last style was so hard to find variants #fashion #nydas doesn't get a crown bc he technically doesn't respond directly to the mageocracy #but he does love his little hat. gets his best ones for ceremonies #and the court of eyes doesn't have one. and even if they did...#have you seen those guys?#Loquatius basically convinced people by wearing a crown anyway #and people just accepted he did #also is the architect arcane crown that elaborated? no. laerryn's just extra

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rayshippouuchiha · 10 months

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Okay, Rey, I'll bite. What's the hood surfing incident?

Honestly? Stupidity.

But it was fun at the time and no one was majorly injured so it all worked out.

SO! Let's set the scene:

1.) Be younger me

Always a trial.

2.) Live in the Southern US in an area where there's nothing to fucking do and everything in the nearest town closes at like 9-10pm at the latest.

Highly unrecommended and yet I still live here.

3.) Have a friend group made up pretty much entirely of teenage boys

You're already halfway to disaster with this factor alone.

So we were all gathered, it was late, we were bored, and I live on a road that doesn't really get a lot of passerby traffic.

One of us decides that "hey we should totally fuck around with the car a bit" and like the bored idiots we all were we all agreed.

Which of course ends up translating to: Let's drive up and down this straight stretch riding on the hood of this car!

A fun and idiotic activity that I wouldn't recommend anyone try. Ever.

Which, after a while, then translated to: Let's two of us ride on the hood of this car while the driver heads directly towards the others to see who can flip/jump over a moving car.

Which was, to be completely honest, really fucking fun to watch the guys do since I, as the only girl and someone who didn't/doesn't flip in general, sure as fuck wasn't gonna do that. Ah yes, my one concession to sense was to be a permanent hood ornament in this situation.

So it's all going swimmingly. They're showing off, getting flashy, screaming out made-up jutsu bullshit cause we're all also a bunch of anime nerds.

Then our tallest member decides to take another run.

Only this time he miscalculates and doesn't get enough lift.

He clears the nose of the car and has to plant a hand on the roof to stabilize himself.

I on the other hand end up taking a knee directly to the forehead at some speed.

I woke up about 15 seconds later splayed out on the hood of this car with a bunch of teenage boys petting my hair and freaking out while begging me to wake up.

To which I, of course, throw both hands up touch-down style all "I lived bitches".

In the end I was surprisingly concussion free so after a few minutes I was fine and we all ended up walking down to the bridge where I gave a semi-lecture about star constellations and mythology and then we listened to the things in the swamp bump and scurry around.

Honestly, looking back? I'm really surprised any of us managed to live long enough for our brains to finish rising.

#RayRambles

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opiumkitten · 4 months

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A Special Delivery

It is Christmas Eve, and there's no better way than to bring in Christmas than with the Boss himself. Sett is one of my favorite characters and I'd just been complaining about not having a Santa Settrigh when the Winterblessed line refreshed, this amazing artist created this masterpiece (which i own no rights to, but this man is truly amazing) and he wasn't included. Whether it's due to lore that he remains a Chinese New Year Skin or not, I'd prefer to sit on his lap more than Gragas or Braum...

There isn't much Sett smut, and I aim to change that little by little.

Anyway. Enjoy this Modern Delivery Man AU with our favorite Honey Badger/Wolverine!

The Collection

Word Count: 2760

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*Note: My works are written from the eyes of POC. There will be descriptions as such in my works. If that makes you uncomfortable, please replace the words in your head ok?) Also I'm thinking of maybe adding a part 2 where they explore further? I'll let you know.*

Warning: Smut, Oral: Sett Receiving, Ass Eating (Reader Receiving, Yeah. I went there.)(There's more surprises...but you'll just have to read and find out.)

*knock*knock*

Shuffling down the stairs, I hurriedly tied the robe around me as I tried to focus-

“Hi!”

“Hey, packages for Y/FN Y/LN?”

“Y-yes, that me..” Sighing through the-

“Ok, let me just pull up the signature page.” Silence filled the doorway…or…actually there was a…buzz..?

Drumming her fingers on the door seemed to drown it out, her chest leaning against the frame. Her eyes seemed a bit lazy-

“Settrigh, is it?” She was looking at his name tag, biting her lip as she took in just how big he was.

Not that she had any other choice, everyone was tiny in comparison to him.

The smell of hot cocoa wafted through, making him shiver. This was his last delivery of the night. It’d been freezing all day, what’d he do to have some.

“Yeah, um…?”

“Your nose is really red…” Peaking down at her, her robe fell from her shoulder, catching on the swell of her breast…a peak of her areola showing-

“And your face seems windswept…are you ok?”

“Just…really cold out today. This uh…a gift for your boyfriend?”

Chuckling, he handed her the device-

Her hands were shaky, her dominant hand clenching the E-pen to steady her grip.

“No…best friend…we spoil each other.” She stopped signing, closing her eyes as she breathed deep.

“You ok?”

“Ye..yes…”

“I’ll take these inside for you.”

“No, its ok I can-“

“-Ma’am, let me help. My ma would give me hell if she’d knew I let a pretty woman lift something like this on her own.”

The compliment had her biting her lip and scissoring her thighs together.

Which far exceeded what's he'd expected.

Though.. she already looked flustered-…?

The buzzing came back. Low and a bit closer as he got his hands around the box-

Pulling open the door she pressed behind it as she pulled the robe down while shivering.

The chocolate smell was much stronger, making him hum as he came in.

“Where do you want me?” Y/n's eyes became hooded, but she hid her reaction as she pointed to the elegantly decorated tree. Sett did as told-

“Ah!”

The clatter of the pen hitting the ground brought his head around.

And he finally found out what the buzzing was.

A light…in the center of her ass as she bent over illuminated the robe…and droplets of arousal peaked from under the lapel. So…this is why she was so shaky, hm?

“You a holiday kinda girl?”

“…sort of…” Getting to her knees, the cheeky reply was an understatement as the red and green tinkled proudly, her round ass on display as she reached under the shoe rack.

“It looks great in here. This was my last one for the day, was thinking about getting a hot chocolate on the way home, and you definitely convinced me now.” She chuckled anxiously, collecting the pen as she stood slowly while he walked pass.

Collecting the second box, she bit her lip as he set it down, flicking the ornament-

A sharp breath brought his head around, her nervous smile as she tried slowing down her breathing.

“Thank you, Settrigh.”

“Sett is fine. I’ll be on this route permanently now, so you'll see me more often, Ms. Y/N.”

“You didn't have to bring these in. As thank you and a welcome…can I interest you in a cup of hot chocolate?”

Sett raised an eyebrow, he was sure of what he saw.

Could she really hold her bluff-

Panting, she leaned against the sofa.

“You sure? You don’t seem to be feeling well…”

“I-I’m ok…just need to do something before i-“

Cum?

Sett didn’t finish the sentence however, watching her claw at the arm.

“-Make it.”

“…Then let me go lock up the truck.”

“You can wait in here. I’ll be back down.”

He didn’t raise suspicion about it, going a bit slower to lock up everything before closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes. As he settled onto the couch, the coziness of the place sunk into his bones, knocking off the chill-

A muffled airy moan peaked through the quiet drone of the house before silence was heard again.

Sett couldn’t help but laugh, taking out his phone as he clocked in his hour break before ending the day.

When she finally came back down, she seemed a bit better, leaning against the threshold to the kitchen as she crossed her arms.

He looked so good, draped across her couch like that.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, thank you again for this.”

“Of course, how do you want it?” Sett took a moment, watching her hips sway as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Creamy. With milk. If you don’t mind.”

Hearing her rummage through, he waited before-

Peaking around the corner she held up vanilla almond milk.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I prefer that one. It’s what I use anyway."

Smiling, she went back in.

“In that case, do you like peppermint?”

“You reading my mind or something?”

“Califia has a peppermint mocha almond creamer. I'll need you to show me how much you want, though.”

He watched her set things up, turning on the stove before his footfalls met her ears, bringing her glance towards him as she reached for the cabinet-

“Can you pick your mug? They’re in there.”

Grabbing a large mug with cat ears, she put in the powder before making a divot.

“I usually do half milk, half creamer…”

Watching her pour in the half cup, she looked to him as she picked up the creamer.

“Show me?”

Grabbing her hands, he got in close. The crisp outdoorsy scent filled her nose, the slight smell of his pheromones a pleasant aroma she welcomed.

Y/n didn’t pull away as he poured in the liquid, and then a bit extra-

Her robe slipped from her shoulder, revealing her caramel skin.

The smell of jasmine danced through the blooming chocolate aroma.

“That should do it.” A faint hum answered him, her weight shifting back as he rested his chin on her head. In the quiet droning, their heartbeats drummed loudly before she picked up a spoon.

The soft scrape and tacking only made him realize just how close he was. His hand had found purchase on her hip, the other on the counter as he thumbed over her belt.

His first day on his new route, and he was getting cozy with one of the residents.

But what could he do?

She was so cute.

And she wanted him too.

He could tell by the fact that she’d pressed into him more, the round of her ass plush against him-

Taking the measuring cup, she put a bit of the warm milk in the powder before stirring, making sure it dissolved without making air pockets before repeating the process-

Her vigorous stirring brought Sett’s attention south, her ass jiggling as the robe slowly shifted.

By the time she finished, the beautiful umber of her nipple was teasing him again.

“There." Sett leaned into her neck, breathing deep as he tried to calm himself. Only, his senses were intoxicated by her lovely scent, making him crank down on her waist.

“Smells good. Thank you.” She didn’t move till he did, turning around as she rested against the counter. Watching as he took a sip, warmth greeted her as he smiled.

“It’s so smooth.”

“When you slowly add the milk and stir it quickly, it ends up like that. It’s the only way I make it.”

“You spoil all your delivery drivers like this?”

“You hug all you residents like this?”

Sett laughed as she made her way to the living room, fixing her rob as she smirked over her shoulder. Following after her, he to res in his previous position as she put down a coaster, placing the cup on top as she tucked her knees under.

“No, actually. You’re the first one I’ve ever taken up on being invited in.”

“Hm? That wasn’t what I asked you though.” Stretching her leg, Sett allowed Y/n into his lap, rubbing her calf as she leaned on her hand.

“I asked if you’d ‘hugged’ anyone else…” Smirking, he took his time sipping from the mug.

“If the answer is no, will you let me hug you?”

“I find it hard a guy like you hasn’t.”

“Why? Think that just cause I’m handsome I take every invitation for a bit of warmth?”

“You telling me I’m the first one you just couldn’t turn down?”

Taking another drink, he hummed as the chocolate settled just right.

“You got a lot of questions for someone who answered the door with a buttplug inside them." Sett caught Y/n’s leg before she could pull away.

“Let alone have a full conversation while it’s going…and even inviting me in while you finish. It’s not as quiet as you think.”

Pressing into her calf, he pulled her a bit closer, getting a good look at the flustered look on her face.

“Plus, with the lightshow it was giving off? I’d say you were planning this-“

“-I wasn’t…but you’d caught me at a bad time…and I didn’t want to wrestle with it and risk missing you.” She didn't meet his gaze as she chewed on her lip, his hand flitting higher as he gripped her knee.

“Getting redelivers around this time of year is a hassle.”

“So, do you spoil all your delivery drivers like this?” Rubbing at her thigh, he felt her jolt-

Her eyes finally met his, glazed over with curiosity and desire.

“No…but it’s the holidays, right? If a gift like you shows up, why wouldn’t I want to unwrap it?”

Thoughts of her climbing into his lap as she undid his shirt flitted through his mind. She’d be so tiny, her hands trying to work him inside as she straddled him.

She’d probably feel like heaven, warm, wet and so fucking tight around him-

“As good as that sounds, I’ve been working all day and-“

“-I know we just met…but you don’t…I like your scent. So let me decide if I want this or not.”

Of course…she did want it.

But he didn’t think she’d want this.

Growling out a sigh, his head fell back as a loud slurp rang through his ears. Her tongue wrapped around him as she suckled harder-

The groan he was holding in was forced up his throat as the plush underside of her tongue slowly massaged his head. Her robe was just didn't want to do it's job today, her full breasts peaking at him as those pretty eyes met his.

The wet chirapsia of her grip slowly eased the stress of his day up his shaft as she moaned over his length. One of her hands disappeared-

The dull drumbeat was heard again before her moans became awry, her hand slowly matching the rhythm of her mouth.

“Y/N…you didn’t…oh fuck…” As she swallowed around him, he sucked in a breath-

Her moaning pitched higher, her thrusts going deeper.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum-!” Gripping her hair hard, he tried pulling her off- her throat was so warm and tight as she drank him down, her tongue still snaked around him.

His husky whimper only egged her on, her eyes pleading as she pushed on his hand in her hair…

Begging him to push harder.

Sett tried to be gentle, but the pressure was not helping as she went faster, he went deeper, rougher till his hips started-

“Y/N-! Fuck!”

Her erratic moans were cut off as he thrusted hard into her throat, every inch of him being devoured by her plush lips.

Y/N milked every drop and moan from him as she swallowed around his length, her hand wringing him dry before lightly squeezing his heavy sac-

Slowly easing off, she suckled hard at his head, her shallow thrusts making his tense body tremble as his broad chest struggled to breathe.

“Y/N-! I already-!” The loud pop of release made him moan loud, kitten licks catching on his sensitive spots before she laid on his thigh, marveling at his manhood as she held it.

“Finished already? For someone so big I expected you to take a bit longer to cum. But you’re so sensitive, Settrigh.”

“Just had a long day at work…is all.” A happy little coo met her-…but Sett wasn’t going soft.

At all.

“Are you satisfied…?” Sett finally caught her gaze as she slowly became flustered again.

“Oh? You scared now?”

“No…” The lie made him smirk as Y/N pried her paws off of him, the thick slap on his abs only making her more anxious.

His phone went off, signaling his 15 minute warning as he silenced it.

“Don’t worry. I don’t have enough time to get you used to it. So do me a favor and get up here.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply as he pulled her up, kissing her before resting her on the arm of the couch as he pushed her ass in the air.

“I’m sorry I have to rush, Doll, but I got about 15 minutes to make you cum. So be good and don’t hold back, ok?”

He was raised to be a gentleman, and he never left a woman unsatisfied.

Ever.

So undoing the robe quickly, he lifted the lapel as he kissed her thighs, licking over her spilled arousal as he hummed.

“You taste so good. Fuck…” Kissing her clit, he sucked hard at the nub, making her jolt as she grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“I’d love to eat you out. But I just had that cocoa. And my hands are dirty. So I’ll be eating this instead…”

Pressing the plug in further, he pulled at it slowly, her taught hole unwavering as she bit down to keep it inside.

“Your ass is so fucking needy. Come on pretty girl. Let it go so I can put my tongue inside-“ The pop as she finally released it made her moan hard, Sett marveling at the length and girth-

“Y/N, I’m so fucking happy you answered the door with this in.” Truly, he never enjoyed work as much as he did today. He took a moment to take in the pretty hues of her asshole, the beautiful contrast of the pink and sepia as he massaged her soft ass made him hum with excitement.

Diving in deeper, he hugged her thighs closer as he pulled her up into him, making Y/N pull him in by his hair as she tried to steady herself.

His tongue was thick and long as he dove into her, the wet muscle undulating inside before he pulled out and spread her wider.

This was definitely moving up on the list of best Christmas' too.

Her hips moved on their own, Sett following as he allowed her to use his face anyway she saw fit. Her ass bounced and cut off his air, his hot pants tickling her flower-

Smacking her ass with both hands, he gripped her open before tongue fucking her hard and fast, making her still as she clawed at the couch.

Thanks to the toy, she was already close. And Sett being so good and hungry for her she was-

“Gonna-please-!” Just as quickly as the words left her, she tightened down on his tongue as she came. Keeping his tongue deep, he rode her through till she couldn't take it anymore-

He didn’t stop, rubbing his face in her warm slick. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t waste his reward.

Especially when she tasted so fucking good.

Y/N allowed him to lick up every drop, even as her sensitive spots fluttered for reprieve and the tingle of the mint started tickling her till his kissed over his handprints, the reddening marks still stinging as he worshipped her.

“And you say I come quick?” He watched as her pretty holes winked happily at him.

He wanted to fill them so fucking badly.

“You…had a head start…” Ragged breaths left her as she tried to steady herself.

“Hmmm…how about next time we see who can do it faster?”

The alarm blared loudly, making him tisk as his fun ended. He had to return the truck before ending the day, and that meant he had to get in gear.

“Next time?”

“I don’t have work on the weekends. I’ll drop off more than head then. Deal?” Y/N smiled at he kissed her asshole, making her bite her lip as she looked back at him.

“Only if it comes with this special delivery.”

“For you? This is just the basics. I got something that'll keep on giving for naughty girls like you.”

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flowers-of-io · 10 months

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The Tower is scintillant, so much that Ór has to squint as she walks out onto the Courtyard. Whites and golds blind her with reflected sunlight. Eva Levante is obscured entirely by the mass of Guardians surrounding her, but Ór squeezes through them, and when the tailoress finally notices her, her face lights up.

"My dear!" She extends both hands to Ór--reconsiders--whirs around and produces a pile of neatly folded ceremonial armour seemingly out of thin air and pushes it towards her. Ór doesn't even manage to cough out a greeting before her arms are full of clothing. "I heard you've been to Titan."

"I... Yes." Ór fumbles with the mass of fabrics abruptly bestowed upon her. It is beautiful, like everything coming from under Eva's hand: ashen fabric threaded with bronze, soft but sturdy under her touch. Runi flickers into being over her shoulder to have a look.

With one hand she manages to unfold the cloak; it spills towards the floor, ornaments flickering in the sunlight. The hood is wide, just as she likes it, and it has a double feather attached at the temples.

"My first Solstice cloak had a feather," she doesn't know why she says it out loud. Her voice quivers a little.

"Try it on," Eva encourages. For a half-second Ór fears to look up and see grief in her eyes, but there is only warmth in them, her face shining as if she herself were reflecting the sunlight. "It is a fine attire to conquer the EAZ, I reckon."

Something cold drops in Ór's stomach.

"I don't want to go to the arena this year," she says. She doesn't need Xivu Arath's taunting in her head to think about violence-paths and rituals of war. There is no tangible shift in her perception, but the colours and lights of the Courtyard suddenly seem washed out.

"This is perfectly fine, my dear." Eva doesn't look at her with pity, and Ór is grateful for that. "If you'd like, you can help with gathering the leaves for the bonfire Commander Zavala will light up this evening down in the City.

"Wasn't that Amanda's job?" She can't help herself. She is surprised Eva would arrange something like that--it feels cruel.

Now there is sorrow in Eva's eyes, but it is gentle and dim, like a dying candle.

"He asked himself," she says, and gives Ór a small smile.

Keeping her emotions in check has been tricky lately. She doesn't want to cry out here, in full view of everyone.

"I..." She fumbles with the words and with the clothing. Eva just shakes her head, and the hand she places over Ór's is so warm, making the fight to keep the tears at bay ever the harder.

"Happy Solstice, Guardian."

Ór should turn around and take her leave right then, but another development as of late is that she has become her own worst enemy.

"How can we celebrate the Light now, without the Traveler?" She blurts out. What is up with her today?

Eva smiles at her again, and makes a motion with her chin at something behind Ór's back. The Hunter follows her gaze.

"Take a look." Next to the landing pad, on the way to the Hangar, a Dreg clad in green is talking to a Cabal two and a half times his size. They seem to be communicating mostly through signs rather than in either language, but the Cabal's rumbling laughter makes it all the way to Eva's post. "Isn't this the Light?"

The Ketches and Galliots and Interceptors filling the Traveler's empty space above the City are all blurry as Eva hugs her tight. Over her shoulder, Ór stares at them for a long time.

#i blacked out and wrote this. no beta no edits full-on feels #happy solstice!#my fics #ór #oc #eva levante #destiny 2

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 1 year

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The tarvern girl

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x fem chubby reader Summary: Aegon II meets a simple chubby girl who works in a tavern Trigger Warning: English is not my mother tongue, so sorry if there are mistakes that are going through my correction. And it's the first time i write for him.

In the middle of King’s Landing there was the tavern where you worked, said tavern, consisting of two floors as well as a cellar, on the ground floor, of pillars of oaks delimited spaces in the large room that counted the floor. The stone walls were covered with ochre cloth, woodwork was placed there both to help support the walls but also as decoration, on several walls, there were receptacles for the torches, there was on the wall to the left of the entrance, several pictorial posters. (King’s Landing population being mostly illiterate, they were used primarily to prevent a large event or when looking for a criminal.) On the other walls were ornaments of dried flowers, an old shield dating back if you were to believe the tavern, before the conquest of Westeros. The ground was composed of a large grey stone slab, on which were placed several tables, to which were added wooden chairs. Several torches illuminated the room, giving warm colors to the place. A counter made of large stones and a large plate of oak wood advocated at the back of the room, the tavernier, who was a large man a little round with a trimming beard, served customers who drank near him. A wooden door separated the counter from the kitchen, although it seemed modest at first glance, did not prevent the cooks from preparing small or large dishes for the guests.

On the first floor, there were the guest rooms, there were 4 of them as well as a bathroom where guests could request the preparation of a bath. The rooms, like the kitchen, were modest, they all looked alike, with a double bed, a wardrobe, a carpet and a window to which fine curtains could be cut from the outside. The second floor was that of the owner and also served as an attic, the owner lived there with his family, the employees living a few hundred meters from the tavern, he was not obliged to house them too. Musicians played lively music, this evening was good, more than twenty customers were consuming, talking and dancing. There were a lot of men coming back from work or travelling. A smell of fire, meat and grilled vegetables was floating in the air. As a waitress, you went from table to table, being more chubby than other employees was not a disadvantage, all that was important either that you do a good job, or polite with the customers but firm with the most difficult and smiling, The rest wasn’t important. Customers paying rather well, especially merchants returning from long journeys, They used to get used to it as the old tanner gave tips according to their refinement with their waiters and spent several hours talking about their new orders and their fabrications or talking about their families. That’s how you learned that the blacksmith’s daughter had just become engaged to the shoemaker’s son, or that the baker’s wife had asked him not to spend the money in the tavern. They were merchants close to the tavern, they became members of the family there.

All were silent when the door opened with a little more force than usual, and the cool wind of the evening came in, flickering the flames of the torches. The customers and the tavern-keeper looked at the people who had just entered, there were five of them, two wore a dark hood on their heads and all set out towards the counter, the customer who was at your side began to speak to you. "Although these people are suspicious, I’d like my beer." "Oh yes forgive me." You gave the client his drink before you continued to serve it to your colleague. You looked from the corner of your eye, the group of newcomers, all along their drinks. the hoods had not left their heads, the tavern had received several comments from customers suspecting that his people could be criminals on the run, but your boss answered them each time, that it was not very likely, the criminals more often combine in the lower quarters, the guards spanking their rounds and the last catch of the criminals by the golden capes had marked the memories, although this had happened before your birth, by the prince Daemon, and he was no longer commander of the King’s Landing watch, events had marked more than a generation.

As the night progressed, clients began to leave, some more sober than others. The small group asked for a free room for one of their comrades who were much more drunk than the others. Your colleague had just finished her schedule and it was to you that your boss asked to prepare a room, the two remaining guests were not going to cause her any problem. The room was quickly prepared, checking that the sheets were clean, closing the window that was open to ventilate the room and lighting a fire in the walk to warm and light the room. You walked out of the room to look for an extra blanket to help the client not get too cold by the time the room gets hot. At the same time, two of the people in the group dropped off the very drunk client, asking you when you returned that no one would enter the room before their return in the early afternoon, while their drinking companion sobered up. You agreed, it was not uncommon for some guests not to be disturbed, they even pay a small surcharge at the end of their stay. Part of you would have at the time preferred that the unknown be a criminal, for to the vision of short and silvery hair a chill due to the surprise taken you. You’ve never seen Targaryen or Velaryon. It was true that rumours roamed the city, about Prince Aegon, spending several nights in some places of King’s Landing and not the most beautiful. You doubted whether he was the prince or not, you didn’t want any trouble and considered him one of your clients, hoping that you wouldn’t have any trouble with anyone, if this young man was indeed someone important. "Here’s a blanket to keep you warm, do you need anything else?" You watched the young man lying on the edge of the bed while keeping a soft voice. "Wine... more wine..."

You slowly bowed your head before leaving the room, you closed the door behind you, going down the steps you saw that there was no more customer. Your boss watched you come back, he realized that something was wrong when you whispered the wine order. "Y/ ?" "It’s nothing, the customer asks for wine." "Hmm... is that all he wants?" "Yes. " The tavern boy looked at you for a few seconds before giving you a cup and a pitcher of red wine. You also told him which room was occupied, before going back upstairs. The sooner you ended up with the unknown and the sooner the tavern could close the few hours before the arrival of the day’s employees, these coming mainly to clean the premises, go to walk for some of the provisions and accommodate the wagons filled with wine barrels and beer barrels. You walked to the door of the stranger’s room. You knocked twice and waited for the other person to answer you or open the door, you thought that in his condition, if he could get up you would be surprised, more than one client in this condition ended the evening or the night having to be helped or to walk on all fours or even to sleep on the surface on which they are. There was no noise, indicating an answer or a movement, you decided to wait another minute or two before entering and put the wine and the cup in the room. If the client was asleep, it might as well wait for him to wake up. You were out of your thoughts when you heard a loud noise coming from the room, you jumped out of it and hurriedly opened the door, ready to scream your boss’s name in case the unknown had been mysteriously assaulted. But the vision that greeted you no longer made you want to yell at your boss.

The stranger was a few centimeters from the bed, on the ground rolling in blankets, fighting with the forces he had left. You put the cup and the jug on the ground before you left to shake it off. "Calm down, I’ll help you." You stayed calm, although the situation might have been funny. "Hmmm... let me... " "I’d love to, but I can’t let you get tangled up like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself." The young stranger looked at you for a few seconds, his look of a dark purple was lined with red veins. He seemed to mist in alcohol, more than reason, he seemed to hesitate to accept your help before he stopped struggling. You helped him and discovered that he had with difficulty half undressed, leaving himself with pants and boots. He did not thank you, getting up with difficulty and sitting on the bed, you put the blankets on the bed, letting him fend for himself as much as he could under them. In the meantime you made the few meters that separated you from the door to look for the wine and the cup, to place them close to him. "If you feel sick, there’s a pot under your bed. Rest well." He did not answer you, preferring to lie down and turn his back on you. You get out of the room, lock the door behind you, walk down the stairs, pull the knot off your apron that you put in the employees' shed, pick up some of your stuff from there and get the key to your house and get started. You closed the door of the tavern and in the night you took the way of your house, crossing some knights whom you quietly saluted, do not think about the next day and the future events. No, all you cared about was your bed.

The days and weeks that followed were almost identical to the work. The same group came several nights in a row to the tavern and each time the same stranger ended his night at the tavern. Although at first it was Maria, your colleague, who served them, the tavern-keeper asked you to replace her, you were already taking care of the unknown when he spent the night in the tavern, as much as you take care of them throughout their consumption so as not to have future account problems at the time of payment. You accepted, knowing that your purse will grow by several gold coins. Of the group, you spoke only with the unknown, it was first of all more small courteous exchanges than real conversation, until ending in small discussion, although he knows your name, he had not told you his, he remained in your mind, your "beautiful unknown". The more the weeks passed, the more you began to wait for the visit of the group, which in time became smaller, until the moment when only the unknown and a man were left. The man did not seem to be any older than his drinking companion, he seemed to you to care more, no doubt he was of noble birth or simply richer than the rest of the clients. Their visits were synonymous with many things, first a good pay but also that you could see the unknown without his hood later in the evening. Lately, he drank no more than reason, keeping some of his mind for your conversations, to the point of slowly developing a relationship of friendship or at least what was approaching it.

The evening was calm, only the regulars were present, some musicians played their instruments, the gentle warmth of the room contrasted with the colder wind blowing outside, the hours coming, the wind doubled in power, the tavern saw the climate change, had Maria come back, she lived further into King’s Landing and he didn’t want anything to happen to her if the wind carried things away. You insisted on staying, alone, the tavern would have had trouble serving the customers and his children were too young to be able to help him in his task. The blacksmith had begun to complain of the east wind that he passed the threshold of the door, he had to stop forging earlier than expected because the fire supplying his forge failed to extinguish or to send fire residues on the nearby buildings. The wind was blowing louder and louder, the instruments played by the musicians barely becoming audible, they stopped playing and got their pay before returning home. In a few minutes, torrents of rain broke over King’s Landing. The few people present left after paying. Leaving a damp and violent wind every time the door opened, the people even having trouble to close it, the breath was strong.

The end of your service arrived faster than expected, the tavern had asked you if you wanted to stay at the tavern until the storm that was unfolding outside calmed down, you politely refused, insisting that you wanted to check that there was no damage to your house. It is a little ball in your stomach that you came out of the tavern, the cloak on your shoulders was missing every second to fly away if you did not hold it with your two hands, the rain fell in a storm, in a few seconds you were soaked, the weight of your clothes seemed to slow you down in your fight against the wind, the noise of the breath prevented you from clearly between what was happening around you, the sky was so cloudy that the light of the moon did not pass. The torches of the streets were all extinguished only the few lights emanating from the buildings of the street allowed you somehow to spot yourself. There were only very few people on the street, mostly knights who were trying to shelter themselves from the wind. Several fabrics and flags hung high between the buildings had come loose, more than a string of flags had almost carried you away. The streets had become muddy and slippery, becoming dangerous. It was in this chaos that you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you shouted a cry, which was muffled by the surrounding noise, the wind having even taken your breath. Turning you could see that it was your stranger, his short hair curled in the rain, and their colors had slightly darkened. "But... what are you doing in the street?" You had to scream to try to get your John Doe to hear you, doubting otherwise he would understand what you were saying. "I should ask you! You’re close to Red Kepp!" "What do you mean? You must be wrong!"

A gust of wind made the rain fly in the direction shown by the young man, you could feverishly glimpse red purple colors in the distance. Surprise, you looked behind you, how did you manage to party in the wrong streets? You were sure of yourself that you had turned right when you left the inn and the first left and then... Then... You don’t know if you turned in the right direction. The young man, with his eyes almost closing by the power of the wind trying to look at you, had his hand on your shoulder. "Come on!" Still puzzled and trying to understand how you managed to find yourself in front of the ramparts of the castle, the young man took your arm and dragged you along the ramparts, until reaching a small recess, this recess led you to steps embedded in the stone that constituted the castle, they climbed on several levels and allowed you to shelter from rain and wind. To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, the sighs you were wearing against your stranger were starting to rise and prove true. You were wondering what the odds were that you could walk through dark passages of the castle without getting caught by a guard or anyone, no doubt they turned out to be nil. The corridors seemed as long as some of the streets you walked through the city, you began to shiver with cold and felt the tips of your nose and fingers numb.

The maids were cleaning Prince Aegon’s room when he entered, startling at the force of the door opening. One of her moaned when she saw the prince dripping with rainwater, she hurried to approach but was restrained when the prince entered taking you inside, this was not the first time he had taken a young woman to the castle, but it was more rare to see him return in such conditions. The eldest maid caught her spirits as quickly as she could, she walked towards her to place a log there and make the fire resume, telling others to help the prince dry out and to find dry clothes for both of you. "Don’t tell Mother." "Well, my prince." The maids were quick, in no time you warmed up by the fire, watching it as the maids helped the young prince to get rid of his wet clothes. You were thinking about information about the unknown, so he was a prince and definitely Targaryen. But you did not understand why the prince would go so often to the tavern in which you worked, you certainly loved him, but rumors wanted the prince to have a preference for the more infamous and obscure places of the city, you suspected that it was Aegon and not Prince Aemond because he was known to be one-eyed, the other princes not living at the Red Keep, it left you little choice on the person. "I should have told you earlier." You turned your head towards the voice, noticing that you were now alone in the room.

"Why?" "Hm?" He looked at you and seemed surprised by your question. "Why didn’t you say anything about your status?" "I did not choose to be born into this family, you did not treat me as a member of the royal family, for once I was considered normal and not as Prince Aegon." He said his title in an almost mocking way. You spent several hours talking to each other, warming yourself by the fire, you let him speak, because for the first time Aegon felt himself listening. For a person of nobility, he explained to you that he did not appreciate this status, although it allows him several privileges, but he was not master of his destiny because of it, whether for marriage, for dating, everything had been dictated to him, since he was born. He wanted to be free of all this, alcohol allowing him to feel for a free time. This discussion lasted all evening and part of the night, the wind was still blowing outside, shaking the frames of the windows. The next morning, when you left the prince’s room, you promised him not to tell the tavern, it would stay between you two. It was the first night of a long line of encounters, whether at the tavern or in the castle, through your home. Your complicity only strengthened over time. This complicity slowly began to turn into something else, first you believed in a simple friendship and then a deeper friendship, until you thought of him during the day, from a few seconds to a good part of the day, until you dreamed of your meetings. It slowly morphed into attraction, which was mutual, it is nervous that one night you confessed to him, a weight on Aegon’s shoulders disappeared while listening to you, he himself felt feelings strong enough for you.

Your meetings did not remain secret for long, as the guards had crossed you in the streets of the city, they had warned Aegon’s grandfather, Otto Higtower, who was frustrated by the prince’s adventures. He sent spies, kept Aegon healthy and above all, kept a hand on Aegon. Alicent, on the other hand, was warned by one of the young maids, who went to find you one morning in the prince’s room, and had warned the queen, lest she have trouble seeing you. Alicent was not happy at all, Aegon was her first son and he was the most complicated, more than once she had yelled at him to stop all his nonsense, to become responsible, to think about the family. But how do you think about your family when you feel rejected by them. The more the king’s health deteriorated, the more Aegon remained in the city, avoiding as much as he could the castle, the atmosphere in the Red Keep was increasingly gloomy and he found comfort in your arms, your words and incidentally in the wine of the tavern. Aegon put himself in his moments there imagining a life outside of King’s Landing, a life without the responsibility of his rank, a life by your side and the more his images seemed possible to him, the harder life at the Red Keep was, his mother, Queen Alicent, wanted Aegon to finally step into his position as a prince and stop seeing you. This had resulted in a terrible dispute between mother and son.

“Be responsible for once!”

“I’ve done everything you ask me and it’s never enough!”

"You wouldn’t be so drunk and hanging out with that slut!"

“She’s the only person who thinks of me normally! I don’t want to be a prince!”

"It’s not up to you. You won’t dream it anymore, you understand me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Aegon had no response from Alicent, but a chill came over him. That night, he had left the castle and it was again to take refuge in the city, the idea of your escape becoming more and more precise, even if you left on the back of Sunfyre, you will leave King’s Landing, he was certain.

#aegon ii x reader #Aegon II Targaryen x reader #Aegon x reader #Aegon targaryen x reader #chubby reader #house of the dragon fanfiction

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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Snowed In

Paring: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, cold weather, physical touch

Summary: Not many students stayed at Welton over the holidays leaving just you and Charlie out of your friend group to celebrate the holidays and find comfort and warmth in each other as Welton slowly gets snowed in.

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The halls of Welton were normally cold. You figured it was because the school was built for conformity and not comfort. Yet as the holidays rolled around, the kids with families who cared went home, the weather painted the earth white, and the hallways of the school were colder than normal. Since Nolan didn’t allow decorations because only a handful of kids stayed and it was a school not a home, you found yourself not very much in the Christmas spirit. So your Christmas Eve was about to be spent with Charlie Dalton and the weather slowly snowing you in. Despite Charlie’s smug and flirty nature he was the best company you got.

“Sorry I’m late” you dropped the hood of your Welton coat as the door clambered behind you. You could instantly feel the warmth of the fireplace in the library where you and Charlie had taken claim over the holiday break.

“It’s all good” you looked up to see the boy shivering by the fireplace but you were instantly distracted by the small tree propped against the fireplace.

“You got us a tree?” your heart warmed at the kind action from the boy.

“Yeah, it’s not much since we don’t have ornaments or an angel” you began to shake your head as you moved your eyes from the tree back to him. That was when you realized what getting the tree had meant.

“Wait, you went out into the snowstorm?” now your attention was fully on the boy who continued to shiver by the fireplace. Finally you noticed the curve of his lips were slightly blue and he shook like a leaf.

“I’m fine” quickly you moved over to him where he tried to warm himself by the fire.

“Your hands are as cold as ice” in a swift movement you pulled him to the couch and draped the blanket you had left from nights previous over the both of you.

“I’m fine” you shook your head as you closed his hands between yours. Slowly you leaned your head down and blew warm air in between your hands and onto his. He shivered as your lips brushed across his hands and you figured it was from the cold.

“Is this better?” you spoke across his hands, your lips brushing each word and warming the rest of him.

“Not quite” you lifted your head to give him a confused look but he slipped his hands out of yours and underneath your coat as he wrapped himself around you. You gasped as his cold limbs infiltrated your jacket and suddenly you found yourself pressed chest to chest with Charlie Dalton on the couch.

“So is this better?” you whispered now due to the close proximity. He snuggled in closer, his head resting right under your chin on your shoulder. He let out a small hmm which you took as a yes. “I’m glad”

“Me too” he spoke and without even realizing your warm hands opposed to his cold ones found themselves running through his hair.

“Thank you for the tree, it was beginning to not feel like Christmas” Most of the time you couldn’t stand Charlie since his goal was usually to annoy you but every once in a while he had his moments. This so far was your favorite one.

“It was nothing” he told you. Despite how he treated you most of the time you had now become the best person he knew on this earth since his best friend Neil.

“You getting warm yet?” you asked, your hands slipping from his hair and down to rub his back.

“Almost” you gasped as Charlie slipped his cold hands under your Welton sweater vest and onto your bare back. You gasped from the cold but your body warmed over instantly from the skin to skin contact.

“You’re lucky I like you right now or I’d get you back for that” you told him to which he chuckled as your body started to warm his hands up.

“No you wouldn’t” he muttered into your shoulder which caused you to roll your eyes considering he was right. He annoyed you but you could never get back at him and you both knew that.

“Wait a minute, how did you get a saw to cut down the tree?” you asked and Charlie gripped your back, pulling you half into his lap to hold you closer. You gasped slightly at this action.

“I have my ways” you chuckled and shook your head as you realized you were about to be in this position for a while. Slowly you got yourself comfortable as rested your head on top of his.

“I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you” his heart fluttered at the sentiment of your words. If any of the boys had been here neither of you would’ve dared to say something so loaded to each other in front of them. But here on Christmas Eve, in each others arms, it was the only place they wanted to be then with their parents during the Holidays.

“Me too, I’d much rather spend the holidays with you than my parents” Charlie snuggled his face into your neck, absorbing your warmth, and breathing in your scent.

“I agree, even though I do miss Knox” Charlie snapped his head up to look at you, shock written over all of his features.

“Don’t tell me you love Knox more than me?” the teasing shrug caused his jaw to drop and in an instant he began tickling at your sides. You gasped and giggled, unable to handle it.

“Okay, okay, stop! I love you more” Charlie felt your words reverberate through him. He hadn’t realized how much of an affect they could have and he stopped his tickle attack.

“I got you something” confusion settled in your eyebrows as he said this, his hair hanging in his forehead from the movement.

“Did the Charlie Dalton get me a Christmas gift?” you whispered and he blushed slightly before going over to his perfect little tree. He was still cold but you had warmed him up greatly. Slowly he reached behind the tree for a small gift.

“It’s not much, I had to make due with what I had because of the storm. I’m also too impatient to wait until Christmas” he slipped the small gift into your hands and took a seat back under the blanket beside you. When he saw you hesitate he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking to where the gift sat in your lap. “Go on open it”

“Okay” slowly you pulled the top off the box to find a little handheld notebook. The kind your Mom would keep in her purse for grocery lists.

“It’s a collection of poems. Some I found and some I wrote myself. I also left a few drawings in there. I promise I kept it appropriate. Nothing like the ones you’ve caught me drawing in Keating’s class” you chuckled through the tears in your eyes as you turned to face him.

“I love it so much Charlie, thank you” swiftly you leaned in to kiss his cheek but Charlie had turned his head and your lips landed on his. His eyes widened as you pulled back.

“I promise I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t know you were going for a kiss” his fearful expression caused you to giggle and you could tell he wanted you to believe him. Yet your silence freaked him out even more. “Y/N I promise, if I was going to kiss you I wouldn’t of tricked you into it”

“Shut up Charlie” and much to his surprise your hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a much deeper and meaningful kiss. His eyes fluttered shut and your soft lips brushed against his. He had never felt so warm kissing a girl before and his lips were definitely no longer blue. Your warm tongue peeked it’s way into his mouth and he officially was no longer cold anymore. He also got exactly what he wanted for Christmas.

a/n: I normally write my first drafts in my notes app and today I wrote it on tumblr and it deleted. this one is still good and I wrote every detail I could remember from the first draft but I am never writing my drafts in here again. anyways happy holidays my friends

#dead poets society #dps #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #1989 #christmas eve #imagine #dps imagine #charlie dalton imagine

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choclodox · 8 months

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what do male night na'vi look like? I mean fasion and physique in general

Fashion wise, they also wear the black cloak and cover their faces, but there are some key differences.

The guys cover up WAY more than the ladies since they have to go north, so they have insulated ikran rider leggings and have to wear boots and mittens to protect them against frostbite (yes, you could say boots with the fur). They also wear things that are more like parkas rather than just loin cloths and chest coverage as other the Na’vi we’ve seen (which I know that chest coverage is more of an ornamental thing to establish status and just fashion in general).

Around their cloak collar is a LOT of thick furs that they can pull up as a hood. They get these furs either by trade or just as gifts from other na’vi that they meet on their travels.

Important to note that since they have super high body temperatures (as I’ve mentioned in a previous lore post), they don’t have to cover up nearly as much as other Na’vi do when they go up north, but since they can’t insulate their heat due to being smaller than most na’vi races, they still have to layer up quite a bit.

Their ionars are made of the tinted insect wings just like the girls, but when they go further up north, they’ll put a bone plate over that to protect it from the cold and also to serve as snow blindness goggles like the Inuit people do. They also have to wear a mask over their nose and mouth to keep warm.

Physiology wise, they’re a little bit bigger than the ladies, but more so because it’s because being bigger is better suited for enduring cold climates (this is because of “Bergman’s rule,”but I won’t lecture on that because I’m not your biology professor).

They do she’d the layers when they come back to the Pulse though, especially since they have to pass through the desert first to get there.

The little kids’ cloaks are designed such that you can’t take the hood down because parents don’t want their ears to get damaged by the cold.

And rather than having double machete, the guys prefer to carry ice axes for both ice climbing and self defense if need be.

The underside of their black cloaks have elaborate colorful patterns, kinda like how a Kea parrot has muted green feathers on the outside, but the inside of their wings are super colorful.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #nikea #alyara clan #night na’vi

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pareidoliaonthemove · 8 months

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Random Weirdness on the Railway

I’ve done nearly ten years on the railway now, and one of the things they don’t tell you when you start is … you’re gonna hit things.

Animals, trees, shopping trolleys, trucks … people. (Don’t worry, this isn’t one of those stories.)

Where I work, Central West New South Wales in Australia, the most common thing to hit is kangaroos, followed by sheep. They just get in the corridor, and … don’t get off the tracks. Unless we get stock notification from the Network Controller and can slow down in time, we usually can’t stop, and, well, a train can’t swerve.

So yesterday, I’m in the assistant driver’s seat, and we’re going along between the two towns we’re scheduled to run through, and there’s a something on the line. We figure it’s a kangaroo, and sound the horn, and then it starts awkwardly flying.

It’s not a kangaroo.

It’s a peacock.

And it’s not flying away. Well, it is, but a peacock flying directly along the tracks away from a train doing 80km/h is going to lose. Badly.

We keep sounding the horn – we can’t stop. It’s just not physically possible.

And the damned peacock just will not turn. It keeps going straight ahead.

We lose sight of it in the windscreen, and we both check our side windows, but it doesn’t come out the side. We’ve hit it full on, and it’ll be on the tracks as a 900metre trail goes over it.

So we call Control. A peacock is probably going to be somebody’s escaped pet. So we notify control that we’ve hit it, the approximate kilometerage, and that we didn’t see it come out the side. Its up to Control to decide if there is a risk the animal is still alive, and organise for it to be euthanised, and it’s also so they know what happened and when if somebody calls up screaming that a train has killed their beloved, valuable animal (and yes, it happens – some people seem to believe we’ve been chasing their livestock through fields in the train, instead of it got out of their unmaintained fences and onto the train tracks).

And we think no more of it.

Until we get to where we’re scheduled to get off the train.

By now it’s full dark. The relief crew lets us into the yard. This yard is a “Y” junction. It has three tracks in and out, shaped like a capital Y. We came in the right diagonal, and the train needs to go out the left diagonal, so we have to take the locos off the front, and put them on the ‘back’.

The relief crew detaches the locos from the wagons, and we go to do the crew change over at the points at the bottom of the yard. As the locos get closer to the points, we go past a couple of lights.

A call comes over the radio. “Uh, did you guys … hit something?”

Damn. Obviously there’s parts hung up in the pipework on the front of the loco. Yuck. They’ll need to be pulled off. Double yuck. I’m the Assistant Driver on the outgoing crew. That’s my job. Triple yuck.

We answer yes, we did.

Silence.

“Uhh. You guys need to see this.”

WTF?

We pull up at the points, both jump down. The car’s been swung around so the headlights are facing the front of the loco. The two guys are just standing there, staring.

By now we’re sweating bullets. There was nothing there when we checked the train over before leaving. We only hit the peacock. We’d have noticed if we hit something else! What the hell is wrong?!

We join the next crew and – no idea what we’re going to see – turn to look at the front of the loco.

It’s the peacock.

It’s the whole peacock.

Its tail is caught in the coupler, and drooping down, almost touching the ground. Its little feet are braced against the coupler, and its entire back and neck is pressed up against the front of the loco. It’s wings … oh dear god, its wings are splayed out, one either side, pressed up against the front of the loco.

We’ve just driven over 100kms and through a major town, at the tail end of peak hour traffic, with a peacock splayed across the front of our loco like it’s been crucified.

That is one hell of a hood ornament.

I don’t know how long we stood there for, just staring at the utter absurdity of the situation, and completely unable to believe what we’re seeing.

Finally one of the relief crew gathers his wits. “We can’t leave that there.”

It’s enough to break the spell, I step forward, trying to figure out the best way to tackle this as I pull on my gloves.

The peacock moves.

We all jump back.

It shakes its head, then peels first one, then the other, wing off the front of the loco. Then it curls its neck, and sort of peels itself off the front of the loco, like a cartoon character after it’s been squashed flat on a wall, and sort of collapses onto the coupler. It sits there, looking around.

We’re back to staring.

The peacock notices us. It glares as it starts shaking itself out, like it’s checking for injuries.

It must be feeling relatively okay, because it stops moving, ups the power of the glare, and then screams at us.

We take a step back, still staring.

This goes on for another minute or so, the four of us frozen, staring, as this peacock screams at us, clearly giving us piece of its mind.

And then it stops. It has obviously said its piece, but it keeps glaring at us, in between looking around again.

And abruptly, it launches itself off the coupler, and disappears into the darkness.

#train #railway #australia #true story #weirdness

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mak3itr7ght · 5 months

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Pair: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader (Aladdin Au)

'Dad! Dad! Tell us one of your stories!!'

I see my little children running towards me and hugging me.

'Kids! IIt's bedtime. Don't disturb your father'

With a nod, I look at Y/n, who is trying to convince our little ones to go to sleep.

But they don't seem to give up, they are my children, after all.

I invite them to sit next to me.

'Let's have a deal... I'll tell you the story, but then you'll have to go straight to bed, okay?'

The little bipeds nod, sitting next to me.

I clear my throat.

'This.. is a romantic story, the story of two dreamers, and.. a genie!!'

I say, doing this move:

The kids start laughing. Me with them.

'Once upon a time...'

BEGINNING OF STORY

Jungkook's POV:

'Sire! It's not possible that every chance you get, you try to escape from the palace!'

'Come on, Karim, don't you think you're exaggerating?... I don't do that..often'

'it's the 24th time...this month...'

'oh... I think you're wrong, I count 25'

'25? Impossible- HEY!'

Luckily Karim didn't notice the open window. Sometimes I feel sorry for that poor guy, but I can't stay enclosed in that building, it goes against my nature.

My sister recently became the sultan, she has always been my source of inspiration, but first, I have to find my path, my purpose, and for now, I want to know what is outside the palace, what she thinks our people, what do our people dream of!

By climbing along the buildings of the town, I manage to elude the guards who are looking for me. Finally, I can enjoy the bazar, my absolute favorite place: hearing people's laughter, their conversations, the smells of spices, the sand in the air, the children running and playing, the bright colors of the fabrics and flags, because here there are not only peoples from Arabia, this is a place full of travellers, who come from every land and... the most beautiful thing, the music, which transports me with it every time, makes me travel, makes me dream , makes me dance, makes me sing and frees me from every chain, from every role, from every responsibility.

I start singing a song and, together with all the other people, we start dancing among the stalls! it's always so nice to share these moments with my people.

Once the song is over, a huge applause starts. I look around, but one stand in particular steals my attention. I get closer to take a better look at what was displayed on that table covered with a beige tablecloth. Jewels. Not even in the palace have I ever seen such beautiful ornaments, enriched with such colorful and shiny stones. One ring particularly attracts me, adorned with a blinding red ruby.

'Excuse me, ma'am, how much do you want for this ring?'

I turn towards the hooded woman, owner of the stall.

'It's 22 denarii'

She tells me, coming closer and lowering her hood.. who would have thought, I was wrong, she is a girl and.. she is beautiful, I might add. I remained enchanted by that charm for a few seconds, as if I had ended up under some magic spell ..

'Mh? Everything's alright? Did you see anything strange?'

The girl says, waving a hand in front of my face, unlocking that state of Trance into which she herself had led me.

'Oh.. yes yes, here you go..'

I take out my trusty bag where I keep the coins and then hand the 22 denarii to the girl, while she, in turn, hands me the ring.

'Thank you! it's a really beautiful jewel... did you create them?'

The girl shows a slight smile.

'Yes, just me, I often find these stones along my travels and make them into jewels'

'You're a traveler then. It's obvious you're not from here haha'

'Actually, my mother has Arab origins, while my father comes from the distant West'

Uhh.. exotic, I like it. Probably she inherited those expressive eyes from her father’s side.

'You know.. I found that ruby not too far from here, near a very unique cave.. I hope it will bring you luck, Your Highness'

I widen my eyes in surprise.

'H-how did you know-'

'SIRE! FINALLY HERE YOU ARE!’

Oh Karim... always at the wrong time..

I hide the ring in the pocket of my robe and am forced by the guards to return to the palace. Before going, however, I turn my gaze towards that girl, who I forgot to ask her name. She was already observing me, and once our gazes align, like the sun and moon during an eclipse, we exchange a smile, while then she raises the hood on her head, going back to rearranging the necklaces on her stall.

Y/N's POV:

I Sigh. Putting the jewels I couldn't sell today back into my bag. Today was different from the usual.

I return home, noticing my mother cooking in our kitchen.

'I'm back!!!'

‘Darling! How was your day? Did you manage to sell anything?'

'Something..yeah. In particular, I sold the ruby ring.. to the Prince Jungkook'

I see my mother jump.

'Prince? Did the prince himself buy one of your jewels?'

I nod, chuckling.

'and tell me.. what he said to you??'

'Nothing that interesting, mum. Sorry but we can't talk now, I have to rush to the workshop, I still have some stones to cut and tomorrow will be another busy day, many travelers will arrive and therefore more chances to sell!!!'

'Y/n! My baby! But don't overdo it with all this work...'

I immediately run upstairs, straight to my work table. I take out of my bag an ocher stone that I found a few days ago, I was thinking of dividing it in two and making a pair of earrings.

'Oh.. where did I put the razor blade.. Here it is!'

I stop for a second, looking at some old canvases that are near my bed, I stop for a moment, but then, shaking my head, I return to my work.

Who knows if, when the prince looks at the ring, he will think a little about me.. pff.. what am I thinking? He is a prince, he will have an infinite number of rings, what he bought today must have been one of the many whims that nobles have...

Jungkook's pov:

'Jungkook, now you're exaggerating with these constant escapes from the palace.'

'But, Jasmine, I-'

'Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to get you out, but, don't you think it's time you start studying? Acculturate yourself? One day, you will be the sultan'

'Jasmine, I don't want to lock myself in a library and waste my time there, I.. I'm a-'

'yes, a dreamer, you always say it..'

'Wasn't it your desire to escape from the palace that made you meet Aladdin? Or am I wrong?'

'no but..'

'Then why don't you let me out?'

My sister doesn't respond.. it's the first time I've managed to dismantle her, I stay and watch her while she turns and leaves my rooms, apparently annoyed.

I don't understand what's wrong with her. Since our father died, she has changed, her husband also thinks so.. however, it is not easy to manage an entire nation alone, being a woman, many ""people"" sometimes don't believe her and even allied countries tend to always put it in the background. Maybe that's why she doesn't let me out, because she doesn't want me to become like her... but it's senseless. I sit on the bed and the ring I bought this morning comes out of the pocket of my dress.

'I forgot about you'

I'm starting to talk to objects... good, I'd say.

'I wonder what the name of that girl who sold you to me is.. I can almost see her angelic face in the reflections of your scarlet shades..'

I lie down on the bed, still observing the jewel, and then my sight look out the window... it's the ideal evening to walk in the garden, with the light of the full moon illminating the landscape, a light which, colliding with the ruby of my ring , causes a blinding glow emanate from it. I'm probably going crazy, but I feel some sort of strange energy coming from the jewel.

'I have decided! Tomorrow I will go to the market again, with my sister's permission, and I will visit that girl!'

I smile, and then, instinctively, give the ruby a light kiss.

As soon as my lips left it, however, the glow that had appeared before, reappeared, but this time, it couldn't be thanks to the moon... A pink cloud begins to emerge from the ring, spinning around me. Surprised, I throw the jewel across the room, while the cloud continues to spread across the room.

I continue to observe the scene with my mouth open.

The cloud takes the form of a creature... or it would be better to say, a lady, more precisely, and my surprised look soon becomes a confused one.

I observe the creature, when it begins to speak to me.

'At your service, master! Tell me, what is your wish?'

'Oh...but you, you are a genius!?!?!?'

'Who else should I be? A pink unicorn?'

I burst out laughing, above all, at the joy I'm feeling.

'so I have the three wishes available, right? Okay, so the first-'

'STOP STOP STOP boy!'

The female genius looks around.

'You have to be careful what you wish for, I'm not the lamp's genie..'

My gaze returns to confusion.

'What do you mean?'

'Well... unlike him, you can ask me more than three wishes, but... I can only help you when, to make that wish come true, there is no other way out'

I still don't understand... that's why I limit myself to looking at the creature with the same disoriented look.

'Pff.. you princes.. you are all the same.. Let me explain better, then..'

The genie makes a blackboard appear with some doodles.

'if you were in prison, sentenced to death, you call me and wish to escape, I can do it with just a snap of my fingers! However, if next to you you have the bunch of keys to your cell or a file to cut the bars on the window, I can't help you..'

'Oh...'

I finally understood.

'But then you're useless...'

'USELESS?! WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK, SIR!'

'Yes, sorry.. but.. listen, the only wish I have in mind right now is to want to meet a girl-'

'Ah and I can't grant wishes related to love! It would undermine free will, don't you think?'

'I don't want to make her fall in love with me. I just want to meet her and talk to her, I don't feel like I'm affecting any free will. Furthermore, objectively speaking, now I have no other methods to reach her because I don't know where she lives, I don't even know her name.. '

The genie looks at me, confused.

'So you fell in love with a girl you don't even know?'

'she was the one who sold me the ring with your ruby, do you understand?? This is destiny! And..for the record..we spoke this morning, so..I know her..I know her enough to say that..she has a soft voice, delicate skin, big expressive eyes and hair that looks so soft.. it's perfect!'

'and you're head over heels for her...alright, Prince Charming, I'll take you to her, I understood who she is'

Y/n's pov:

'They're wonderful eheh'

I take the ocher earrings I just made, holding them up in front of the window so the moon can give them some light.

'but now it's late.. I'd better go to sleep..'

I put away my tools, and adjust the for tomorrow.

Suddenly, something bursts through the window of my room, which makes me jump in fear. I hold myself against the wall, petrified, trying to understand what has just entered the room.

'it was crazy, genie!!! We have to do it again!'

'Will you calm down!? Look who's in front of you!'

That male voice is not new to me... the shadow of the male figure who is hidden in the room, approaches me towards the moonlight coming through the window, revealing his identity.

'Your Highness.. what are you doing here? And.. and what is that??'

I say, in panic, trying to settle down a bit.

My eyes widening at the sight of that pink human-shaped cloud..

'Hey hey hey, calm down, don't be afraid. I understand that you feel disoriented but I will explain everything to you! She is the genie of the ring!'

I remain silent, still not understanding.

'Oh.. well.. she's basically a very powerful entity, who can make anything you want come true, she popped out of the ring I bought from you, this morning'

I let myself slide along the wall, with my mouth open, ending up sitting on the floor. The prince laughs, and comes to sit next to me.

'I know it all seems like a dream.. and I'm sorry to have surprised you like this, at this time, but.. I wanted to meet you so much! Taking you to the palace and maybe getting to know each other a little, what do you think?'

The boy approaches me, dangerously, and slightly arrogantly. Annoyed, I get up and look at him irritated.

'but how dare you? Alright, you're the prince, but doesn't that give you the right to barge into my house, into my room, at this hour, aided by this... being and then order me to come to the palace with you and get to know each other better? You nobles are all the same, arrogance comes out of every pore. Get out of here!'

I say, pointing to the window.

'But I-'

'I said out!'

'but at least.. you could tell me your name'

'NO'

So the prince, silently and apparently mortified, approaches the genie, and once the latter snaps her fingers, they disappear before my eyes.

'maybe I exaggerated...'

Jungkook's pov:

What happened shocked me almost more than when they told me that my father was no longer here, maybe now I'm exaggerating the situation... but really...

'What did I do wrong, Genie!?'

I say sitting on the ground, frustrated. The genie sits next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

'Prince, I think you made the wrong approach to that girl..'

I turn towards her, with a confused and... annoyed look.

'She called me arrogant! I didn't do anything wrong!'

'Maybe not everyone fully understands your behaviour, what for you may have been an innocent invitation, for her seemed like an order...'

'So what should I do?'

'Maybe tomorrow you should go back to her stand and apologize'

I nod..laying on the bed and praying that the night would pass quickly.

the morning

As soon as the slightest ray of sunlight caresses my eyelids, I open my eyes wide. I have to run to the bazar. I get ready, take the ring and start to go out the window, when something stops me... maybe it's that "common sense" I've always heard about... I decide to go to my sister.

'Jasmine.. first of all, sorry about yesterday.. I promise you that I will start studying and stop running away.. but you have to allow me to go out, only today.. please'

I bow before my sister, begging her to give me permission to go out. Raising my head, I see Aladdin placing his hand on Jasmine's hand, urging her to grant my wish.

'Okay, Jungkook, go, don't worry, it won't be the last time I'll let you out, but lessons will start next week'

Out of joy, I run to hug my big sister and her groom. Then i run out of the building, straight towards the market. People sing, dance, but in that moment, for the first time, the music fails to captivate me. Among the crowd, I manage to glimpse the girl's stall and... her! With her hood, with her back turned...but still her!!! I smile and move closer.

'Hey hey hey! Sorry about yesterday... I was a fool, I exaggerated, so much that you misunderstood my intentions-'

The girl turns around, lowering her hood... it's not her.

'Oh.. sorry, maybe you are looking for my child- But.. sire..'

The woman raises her hand to her mouth in surprise. I grab her other hand, squeezing it.

'Ma'am.. can you tell me where your daughter is?! I have to talk to her..'

The lady, still a little shaken and confused, hesitates for a few words.

'I think she went to the stand where Omar sell the paintings... it's right over there'

'Thank you very much, ma'am'

I say, kissing the woman's hand. I move towards the stall of paintings, I know the good man who creates and sells them... now that I think about it, yesterday, despite the mess that happened, I noticed some paintings placed in a corner of the girl's room..advancing among the people, I finally manage to glimpse my mysterious girl, without a hood, focused on admiring a painting of a starry night.. the people seem to advance from the opposite side of the market, allowing me to get closer to her. I remain there, next to her, observing that painting..

'It's a really nice painting, don't you think?'

The girl slowly turns towards me.

'Youe Heighness..'

'I'm sorry about yesterday..'

'No.. I'm the one apologizing.. I went too far.. I thought about the words you said to me, and there was nothing arrogant about them..'

'I was the one who let you misunderstand'

I approach her.

'Anyway.. my name is-'

I put a finger in front of the girl's mouth, not letting her finish a sentence. I smile, then give her a note.

'I hope you will come..'

I turn, walking towards the guards who escorted me, feeling my heart lighter.

Y/n's pov

I remain petrified by the prince's gesture, but, at the same time, it makes me chuckle. I look at the folded note in my hands. I open it and read the contents.

In seven moons, in the royal garden, don't worry, there will be guards to take you there, wait for me at the gazebo at the end of the path. I hope you'll be there...my dreamer.

No one has ever called me that..

'Okay, your highness, I'll play along' i said to myself, carrying the note close to my chest, almost as if I'm hugging it.

One week later

I arrive in front of the door of the immense palace, there are two guards there, I approach them.

'Name.. please'

The prince doesn't know my name.. how can I make them understand that I have to meet him.. what if..

'Dreamer..'

The two guards look at each other, exchanging a few glances, and then nod and open the door to allow me access. Smiling, I advance, heading towards the garden that his heighness told me about in the note. I can already see the gazebo, adorned with an limitless variety of flowers and illuminated by moonlight. Once inside, I find a canvas, some brushes and a box full of colours.

'But..'

'So you came!'

I turn towards that voice, which I now recognize immediately... seeing a beautiful and elegant boy coming towards me. Now that I think about it, every time I've met him, he's always wearing ordinary clothes, never anything that fancy. He approaches me.

'I noticed that you like painting, and that you used to paint in the past... tell me, what made you stop'

We sit on one of the benches in the gazebo, looking at that empty canvas makes me think of my childhood... this makes me move.

'My father was a painter, when I was little, I hoped to become like him, until a few years ago, I painted an indecipherable number of canvases... I took some to the market, but I couldn't sell even one... my dream is always been to portray the most beautiful moments on a canvas, so as to be able to ensure true immortality for those memories... but, when I lost my father, I decided to give up that dream, both because, due to my origins, it wouldn't have made any money, and because I had to take care of my mother..'

The prince wraps his arm around my shoulder and brings me to him, instinctively, I rest my head on his shoulder.

'I'm sorry about your father...I really am, but, in my opinion, you should start painting again, it's your dream in the end, and isn't it the very act of doing it that keeps your father's memory alive? You know... sometimes it happens that we are forced to put our dreams aside... it's happening to me, right now, you know... before, I didn't have a real dream, on the contrary, I wanted to find one. Before meeting you, I understood that my dream is probably to dance, sing, compose music... but now, like a good prince, I have to put all this on the back burner, because I have to prepare to become the future sultan.. but.. do you know the beautiful thing about being a dreamer? They manages to make their dreams come true, because they believes in them, because they sees them, because they maintains their passion for them..this is my path '

'ours...you mean.'

I say looking into the boy's eyes, while I caress his hand with mine. He smiles, and then turns his gaze towards the canvas... then, I get up, start taking the brushes and colours... and off we go. Hours pass, the night gets deeper and deeper. I can feel his tall gaze as I paint. Once finished, I look at my hands, now smeared with colour, together with the white dress I had worn for the occasion. The prince approaches, taking my hand.

'Heighness! There was paint on my hand'

'Well then?'

The prince states, dipping a finger into the purple paint and then running it along his right cheek. We burst out laughing, and then we look at the canvas..

'what do you plan to name it?'

'I think the most suitable name is... Dreamers'

Present Jungkook's Pov:

By now the night was fading, giving way to dawn...and a new day...the two remain observing each other for a few minutes, in silence, when suddenly the girl takes the boy's face, bringing it to hers, zeroing the distance between them, with a kiss full of love and sweetness. The guy wraps his arms around the girl's waist, while she does the same around his neck, after their lips part, they bring their foreheads together, closing their eyes.

'And by the way.. the name is Y/n..'

'it's beautiful..'

'Thank you.. haha..'

'But I'm not just talking about your name, I'm talking about all of this'

'I had guessed it, your highness'

The two laugh.

'So... that means you and your mother are coming here, right?'

'As tall as you wish'

END OF STORY

'At that response, the boy, whose name was Jungkook picked the girl up, hugging her and kissing her again. Luckily, her sister Jasmine had already removed the law that forced nobles to marry other nobles. So, the two prepared a stylish and colorful wedding, where everyone danced and sang and then... the two dreamers had children...'

'Stubborn like their father'

Y/n says, crossing her arms and looking down at us.

'But with their mother's temper'

We all burst out laughing as my babies start climbing on me.

'but dad! And the genie? Where has she been?'

'You didn't tell us how the painting was made!!'

I get up from the couch, picking up my two puppies.

'Am I wrong or did you promise me that once the story was over you would go to bed? If I don't see you in your bed in five minutes, tomorrow I won't tell you what happened to the genie and I won't show you the painting!'

'You mean the painting is here!!! LET'S RUN TO SLEEP COME ON!!'

The two little bipeds immediately run into their little room, while I fall back on the sofa, tired, but happy, with my Y/n, leaning on my chest.

'Is it possible that they never noticed?'

'I think they'll pay attention to it tomorrow, my dreamer'

The painting is located right in this room, on the wall in front of us, it portrays me and Y/n, under the gazebo, accompanied by the bright colors of the flowers and illuminated by the moon. Yes, that is a moment that will never die. I think, hugging my sweet Y/n even closer to me, and observing for a few seconds, the ring with the red ruby, on the table near the sofa, which shines more than usual..

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flbrokensoldier · 1 year

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Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could request something cute with Hanzo where he and his s/o are dating for a small while and are just exploring affection together. S/o wants to check out the big Christmas tree in the nearest town and while they are watching it shine they shyly take his hand? Maybe saying something along the lines of "my hands are cold" 🙈 Rest is up to you! Thank you in advance <3 and happy holidays

Oh my gosh! Love this idea! I decided to make this my Christmas special post because yes <3

Hope you like it!

Hanzo Shimada x GN Reader

"What My Hands Are Cold?"

It had only been a few months roughly since Hanzo had asked you to be his and only his. You two had been friends for years up until that point. He had watched you reject many others try to ask you out, he also watched as you opened your heart to him. He saw you at your lowest and your highest and yet he still loved you and stuck around, that's when he knew for sure he had to ask you to be with him. Man was he shy about it too, he nearly muttered the confession but it didn't matter, you knew you loved him. No matter who tried to ask you and no matter how he would have asked, you could almost swear it was much more magical with him and how he went about it.

Currently, you were getting ready to go on a small walk to go see a big Christmas tree. It was something you always loved to do, it was something you did as a kid too, it was just a tradition at this point. Sadly, you were too far from home and hadn't heard of any town's hosting such an event, yet Hanzo asked the people at Overwatch to help him set this up for you. You thanked him excitedly and gave him a kiss when you found out, maybe there was tears but you wouldn't want to admit to getting emotional over a tree. It still meant a lot to you though.

As you zipped up your jacket, you spun around only to be met with a warm embrace. It was Hanzo, he was all ready and just wanted to hold you for a minute.

"Took you long enough." He muttered with a chuckle.

"You know I had to find my favorite jacket!" Your arms wrapped around him as you laughed softly to him.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. The special faux fur and the soft hood." He let go as he messed with the hood of your coat for a bit.

"It's so warm and cozy too!" You hid your face in the sleeves for a moment before you pecked his cheek.

"You ready?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Yeah! Let's go!" You marched out the door with pride and excitement filling you.

He snickered and walked with you. The walk was quiet, yet pleasant. Nothing about it was awkward, nothing about it was tense, and it wasn't harsh which was nice. It didn't matter if you were talking his ear off or just admiring his face silently, you just enjoyed being with him. Moments like this, you both could have sworn made your bond closer.

The moment you both approached the area where the tree was, excitement filled you. You looked at the beautiful tree, decorated by everyone at Overwatch, the lights were bright, but not so much that it would blind you, and the tinsel was shimmering just like a star, the ornaments were something special, some shiny, some just outright beautiful. Some of the ornaments were of the heroes at overwatch too! Just to top off the tree, there was an angel of Mercy in a beautiful dress.

Your eyes sparkled as what you initially thought was a chill for excitement, until you realized you were actually fairly cold. You stayed silent as you reached and grabbed Hanzo's hand and held it tight, still eying the tree in awe. He looked at you, confused at first.

This was the first time you held hands, 'why would it be now?' He had initially thought.

Then he decided to finally talk. "What's with the hand holding?" He didn't sound angry or anything, more confused.

"What? It's just hand holding, plus my hands were cold!" You smiled at him before looking back.

Your gaze on the tree didn't last long though, you were suddenly pulled close to Hanzo and his hand met your chin, making you look at him softly. He held you there, smirking before he leaned down. He immediately captured your lips into a kiss, a passionate one at that. It was soft and very warm, almost as if he was made of fire in this cold weather.

After a bit he pulled back, still smirking.

You were speechless. He kissed you speechless.

"What? My lips were cold."

(MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS! <3)

#oneshot #<3333 #x reader oneshot #overwatch hanzo #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #hanzo shimada #hanzo x reader #gn reader #merry chrismas 2022 #happy holidays

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tnc-n3cl · 3 months

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Find the word

Find the words from the list in your wips and post the paragraphs they belong to.

Thanks to @zeawesomebirdie for the tag.

1. Star

(From "Virli's Story", one of my LoZ "The Realm Walker" fics. Virli is a member of Revali's tribe of Rito so looks similar to him, but with orange-red feathers, no cheek tufts, and a shorter crest. She has blue eyes and a pair of white dots on her face near where Revali's red spots are. Also her "hair" is braided in a single braid that splits into four at the end.)

Virli’s flight group closes in on the Korikitan Market, and right off the bat their plan is in need of adjustment. Below, a group of soldiers on horseback approach the monster horde, the black armor with red embossed patterns and horsehair decorated helmets are a clear sign that they’re from Yosikun’s Imperial Army. And if that wasn’t enough, many soldiers have banners attached to their backs, rectangular flags with a diagonal separation of colors, dark slate gray on the bottom and dark red on the top, with the bright red circular emblem of Diryen (De-rye-in), the Alliance’s counterpart to the Goddess Din. There’s also a single gold four-point star at the top left of the banners, some kind of unit marking probably…

2. Eye

(From "The Long Nightmare", Revali's century long ordeal of being possessed by Ganon. He's just lost to Windblight...)

The creature hovers over Revali, making sickening gurgling noises. Revali closes his eyes and waits for its cannon to burn through his flesh, “Dad, I guess I’ll see you soon… Mom, please, stay strong…” Revali can still hear the gurgling, why hasn’t it finished him?! He opens his eyes and glares at the beast, “Well, what are you waiting for?! Go ahead! Finish me already!” It just looks at him with that damned, pulsating Guardian eye. “What, you want to gloat over me? You want me to beg for my life or something?! Fuck you! You can’t defeat all of us! Daruk or Urbosa or Mipha will send you back to whatever hell you crawled out of!”

3. Call

(From "The Ballad of Kass", where Kass and Rinili have sneaked into Gerudo village. They're wearing Rito lady clothes, but with the Gerudo veil, since Kass' crest is a male trait in my headcanon. Kass has a green hood and veil while Rinili's is red. Rinili is midnight blue with light blue legs (like Saki) and has four long ornamental tail feathers that he's cleverly tucked into a sash so they think they're part of an outfit instead of his body.)

Kass and Rinili make their way up the staircase and are blocked from entering when the guards cross their spears across the entranceway. The one on the left demands, “State your business vure.” Kass knows enough Gerudo to be insulted. Yes, he IS a bird, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t rude to call a Rito that out of the blue. Although, he’s diplomatic enough to let it slide, Kalia would likely have started an incident had she been sent!

4. Dark

(From "Ildia's Story" where Ildia, TP Link and Midna's daughter, first sees the sorry state of Hyrule Castle. She's wearing plate mail armor that's black with glowing blue lines. She has a bright orange ponytail and mismatched eyes, left is blue and right is red, while the whites of her eyes have a hint of yellow. She's standing on a rock near the quarry area in BotW.)

From the top of the rock Ildia can see the huge castle. It’s like something out of a nightmare! The castle is surrounded by massive black stone pillars with purple lights emerging from the ground and the ruins of a town are in front of the castle, the entire scene surrounded by an ominous, dark aura. She pulls out what looks like a bird mask, the Hawkeye tool her father once used. She looks around the ruins: little more than piles of rubble where buildings once stood, more of those machines patrolling, pools of ominous purple and black slime, some of those pools have spike like structures sticking out of them.

5. When

(From "The Azure Phoenix", where Revali's talking with Bedoli and Laissa after waking up from the coma he fell into after Link and Mipha freed him. He's sitting up on the floor of their roost, naked with a blanked wrapped around him. He's just learned that Link and Mipha are still in the village.)

Revali’s genuinely surprised, not so much by Mipha staying, it’s totally understandable that she would stay being the kind soul that she is. But Link? Why would he stay when he needs to rescue Daruk and Urbosa?! It’s not like he and Link were friends, perhaps he didn’t want to leave Mipha alone here. Then again, Link’s odds of succeeding in rescuing Daruk and Urbosa rise considerably if he has help from the greatest archer Hyrule has ever known...

No pressure tags: @unmaskedcardinal, @autumnsakurajayy, and anyone else who wants to join!

Your words are: light, moon, sound, here, north

#tag game #thanks for the tag!

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