#bangled bones

[blueey-jayzilla]

Pony fever

[yourcoffeeguru]

Vintage Brass and Bovine Bone Bangle Handmade || SWtradepost - eaby

[beasts-flesh]

Swamp boy for lumberuin

[valley-of-the-lost]

I don't Go Here often but I want to expand the Bone Orchid concept for Feylin a bit.

Given the Canon Event of Rhysand forcing Feyre into a bargain and her gaining the tattoo as a byproduct, Tamlin gifting Feyre a Bone Orchid-esque artifact (which I'll be referring to as the Bangle of Spring for simplicity) would be an interesting literary foil to the tattoo.

This is of course assuming Feylin endgame and events don't go the path of Mist and Fury.

Since this is an ideal scenario in my head and Tamlin and DFQC are different characters, in my head Tamlin asked Feyre permission before giving her the Bangle of Spring and it has similar properties to Bone Orchid, such as being able to call on Tamlin's power of Spring to protect Feyre which would be relevant for at least through 2 out of three books when Feyre is outclassed by the other fae as a human and then she has to get a handle on her powers.

But returning to the idea of it being the foil to Rhysand's tattoo with the context behind my conception of this idea established, it would be in strict opposition to how Feyre got the tattoo from Rhysand vs. how she got the bangle. One would be forced upon her via arm twisting (a violation in pretty much every sense of the word) while the other is something she willingly accepts while under no duress.

Also if the creation of the Bangle of Spring also parallels the creation of Bone Orchid where Tamlin has to do something similar to DFQC using his heart blood to create it, something like sacrificing a portion of his power as High Lord, it does display a level of commitment that the tattoo doesn't. Because with the tattoo bargain, Rhysand is the main benefactor. With the Bangle of Spring, Feyre is now the main benefactor.

[mylunajewel]

Vintage Copper Brass Bracelet Bovine Bone Inlay Bangle 

[estellaestella]

in my version of David he's wearing a bit more than a fig leaf 😄

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[griffinborn]

Ok I get where everyone is coming from when they see the design of Pavitr ‘Pav’ Prabhakar aka Indian SpiderMan as an expression of gender queerness, but let me be frank this is very typical Indian male costuming.

Even the toxic masculine patriarchal men have similar stylistic expressions or to be be more precise this is a traditional/historical/ye olde male aesthetic.

Having said that I love what design elements are being used here. So…

Let's take it from the top.

The FACE MASK

The Three Colors surrounding the eyes are typical spider man colours but they are done to evoke the image the traditional makeup done for the ancient dance art Kathakali. In which the whole face is painted and bold lines are drawn to emphasise/exaggerate the eyes. These eye mask lines are usually thin - bold-thin.

Same with the white lines on the cheek bones which are indicative of tusks or pincers of demons or Animorphs in folklore/myths.

The white dot in the centre of the forehead is the most common Hindu motif, expressed in myriad of ways all over the country .

The ARM/LEG BANDS/CUFFS

The bicep cuff is a part of Indian historic armour - made of malleable metal, its bejewelled ornate counterparts were then worn in day to day life. Here in the north Royals still wear it during big ceremonies. These metal bands are generally worn by warriors.

bangles (metal circles worn at wrists) are an important male accessory and are more daily wear even in present modern times, some religions (Sikh,Jain etc.) require the males to always wear one at all times. The ones on the suit were more in the shape of wrist guards which again were an armour accessory. In Indian male clothing the cuffs are usually emphasised.

Due to traditional male footwear being sandals metal ankle cuffs were employed to guard the shins and were worn during wars while thinner bands - ornamental accessories - were worn in daily wear.

There are so many other things I want to elaborate on like: The PATTERNS/LOGO,The LEG GARMENT (??!)(what’s the collective term for clothes for legs?), The Cat’s Cradle swinging/body animation ; but my ADHD is already acting up so imma leave this here.

SIDE NOTE:

I love how the heel and toes are bare in this design. It makes sense from the spider powers perspective - no barrier in contact allows for better manoeuvring and jump control as is seen in gymnastics. But also because in Hindu culture important tasks including some traditional sports require the removal of footwear and getting feet dirty is not discouraged (of course with an adherence to washing of the feet multiple times in a day)

I also loved how incorporated his wrist guard is in his spider style using it as a toy and a tool. This aspect of making use of something in a completely different way was so desi ‘Jugaad’ I was stunned.

[bonechokers1]

People go to buy Native American Breastplate Manufactures, they prefer to buy from Native American Bone Chokers. It is because they are among those brands that are oldest and are trusted widely. These are hand-crafted by artisans who have knowledge of ancient techniques. This piece has been hand-carved out of a single piece of bone and then polished to perfection with a gentle polish. The Native design on this piece makes it the perfect jewelry to adorn one's neck or add to a collection of artistic jewelry.

[bettysupremacy]

idk if you write for finnick.. but could you write something where it’s the beginning of the quarter quell and he can’t find her? Just pure panic as he runs around the cornucopia?

I’ve never written for him before but I love him! idk how I feel about this but I hope truly that u like it.

Icy hot terror is all Finnick feels when the timer hits one. Loud and disorienting, the bang ripples against the water in vibrations that rumble under his feet.

Where are you?

The sun blares disgustingly into his eyes and skin, an obvious manipulation of the gamemakers sick amusement, but he ignores it, plunging into the only water he’s ever dreaded to tread. You’re not in sight. He’d told you to stay away, to swim, to run as far away from the cornucopia as you could. Don’t risk it, he’d shaken your shoulders, listen to me I’ll find you.

The water is warm and gross against his skin. It’s not as refreshing as the district four that he’s familiar with. It’s hot and fake. He comes up gasping for air, letting the terror settle into his bones as he pushes against the current of a manipulated riptide. Katniss climbs the stone so he does too; pushing his feet deeper into the ground with every step he takes. His breathing is labored, jagged as he runs. He can’t find you, but he will. He can’t find you, but he can find a weapon.

The cornucopia glistens in the sun, never lacking the weaponry he’d expected from it. Bows, arrows, knives, he eyes a backpack stuffed with supplies. Could he lug it with him? Probably not. He diverts his eyes to the trident beside him. Perched in its stand, it gleams in artificial sun as the grip molds to his fingers. He squeezes the deadly lifeline.

The sound of metal on metal scrapes behind him. Katniss. He turns quick, flashing the bangle around his wrist tauntingly. “Good thing we’re allies, right?”

She breathes hard in front of him, eyebrows pulling as she pauses in bated confusion. The weapon doesn’t lower. “Where did you get that?”

“Where do you think?” He gravels, quick enough to be considered panicked. “Duck.”

She listens, dropping to the floor hard enough to sting the weeping palms she balances on. The sick squelch of his trident in the fallen tribute is covered by her hands tight over her ears as she waits for the boom. The gong sounds, and then a scream. An unmistakable scream. It settles in his stomach and throat thickly, sweating his already wet hands. You didn’t listen.

“Finnick!” The voice screams. Sobs. “Finnick! Finnick!”

The sound is nightmare-ish. Something the gamemakers could never manipulate that accurately, and deep down he knows it’s the sound you’ll wake him up from if you ever gets out of this arena alive.

“I’m coming!” His feet hit hard against the gravel as he sprints. His breathing dries his throat quick. “I’ve got you!”

“Finnick!”

“I’m coming-“

The moment skids to a halt as he finds you. Trapped in the arms of a larger, broader tribute, you struggle for air as he headlocks you. He considers doing something rash, but Katniss behind you shakes her head. Like she can see it in his eyes. It’s a slow, quiet moment, hunter quiet as she stalks closer. Finnick eyes her wary to give her away.

“We can talk about this.” Finnick rationalizes slowly. “It’s the beginning of the game.”

“So?” His arm tightens around your neck. Your squeak breaks Finnicks heart.

“Finnick.” You strain.

“Give the viewers what they want.” Finn pleads. “A show. You can’t kill her so quick.”

“I don’t see a bargain being made.”

A bargain? It’s the first ten minutes and he stands next to a gleaming cornucopia filled with sharp armory. He could get something better than a simple metal trident. Throwing knives, poison, a machete. Finnick suspects the victor is doing what he pleaded. Giving the audience a show.

“Take my trident!” He nearly crashes, cool demeanor dropping as he watches you tap the man’s arm in panic, your air slowly constricting. “Give me her.”

It sickens Katniss; the ability to kill someone for views. To feed into the capitals agenda. This is a necessary kill, she reasons, this isn’t for her own survival. This isn’t a selfish homicide; this is Rue in the net, Prim on the stage. This is the girl she could save. Katniss’ fingers loosen, letting the elaborate metal fly from her grip. It hits the nameless career in the back. Her target.

The moment slows in Finnicks eyes. Katniss stands far, arms hanging limply at her sides. She stares at him, grateful for the thankfulness in his eyes that eases her burdened chest.

“Y/N.” He gasps as the man falls hard on you. He runs, helping you from under the heavy weight. “I’ve got you now.”

“Finn.” You weep, hands in his as he lifts you. You stumble, crashing into him hard. He hears a sob in his tribute suit. “I’m sorry.”

“I told you to listen to me.” He doesn’t anger, but this feels close to it as he grips you tightly. “I told you to run.”

You heave, greedy for fresh air, but your lungs are infiltrated by the heady scent of salt water. His hand calms the coughs that rake through your chest, guilty for his scolding. It’s a quiet moment in the calamity of the bloodbath, a stolen moment that he can’t afford to prolong another second.

“Cmon,” He eyes you, hands cupping your face, then falling as he looks up to Katniss. “Let’s go find Peeta.”

[digitalagepulao]

Expedition Pilgrims

Sha Wujing (435cm): His outfit is mostly inspired by Mongolian clothes since he's found in the Gobi desert stretch of the journey. His bangles are made of fossil bone, and he can use the waist cloth as a headwrap during adverse weather. His markings are inspired by African Lungfish and Mudfish fins, as they are species that exist somewhere between water and dry air. The beasts on his knees are an extension of him, and he can see and speak through them as needed. His beard and long hair can have Ghibli physics depending on his mood and emotions. Zhu Wuneng (~300cm): Inspired by Northern Tibetan clothes, as that's the region the group recruits him. Traditional clothes tend to have way more accessories and golden details so I had to simplify a bit. His features are a mix of wild boars and Indonesian babirusa, with the iconic bristles on his head. I leaned on ceremonial Tibetan swords and necklace beads for the decorations on his rake. His vest can be closed, he just prefers not to most of the time. Sun Wukong (125cm): I've already commented on his design over here, but I'll elaborate that the yellow shirt is the one he gained from Tripitaka soon after he was released, while the pants and red half-robe were the garments he was given by Guan Yin. The hoops on his feet and purple beads were reacquired back in Huaguoshan when he first fled the pilgrimage, heading to his family instead of Ao Guang's palace. (A-ma and Jinju gave them to him so he'll always have something to home to remember them by, as well as where he first started, as the beads were gained during his lessons with Subodhi.) Tripitaka (163cm): This is but one of his many outfits since travel can be rough on clothes, and even more so when you get kidnapped by demons and thrown off your horse all the time. He wears the usual orange monk robes, with some kind of travel clothes over them. He gains some fur boots from Boquin for cold weather but usually prefers sandals most of the time. He seldom uses the cassock and crown he received from Guan Yin, save for when he pays respects to temples and holy sites, but the staff is a constant companion. Ao Lie (167cm, 130cm at the shoulder as horse): Being effectively in exile until the journey is complete, he wears less fancy clothes than he usually would as a prince, but his status still shows. I tried to balance more casual hanfu of the era with some armor parts, like the waist guard and armored boots. He was given the skill to shapeshift into a horse by Guan Yin when she commanded him to wait for the chosen pilgrim monk, so he can shift at will, but preferably when the tack has been taken off. Speaking of, tack is lost and replaced multiple times during the journey, so I didn't depict any specific one.

my Expedition AU designs and heights for the five lads, ive spent so much time on this its not even funny lololol but hey it's done!! i'm free!!

[little-miss-vader]

Perfume

Pairing: Anakin x Fem!Reader

Description: You come home and smell a perfume you’ve never smelt before in your bedroom.

A/N: Hello! this was supposed to be a quick drabble but it ended up a bit longer. It was inspired by a thought process I had about Anakin and smelling good. I’m still gonna classify it as a drabble, though. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1K

The sound of the front door to your apartment unlocking was always annoying but today, as you pressed the right set of numbers on the keypad, the long beeping sound of the door unlocking made you feel like cutting your ears of.

Working for the Senate wasn’t easy. Being an assistant wasn’t easy. You got paid little to nothing, relying only on tips and small gratuitous payouts. You were worked to the bone and you saw nothing for it except a vague promise of opportunity to one day join the Senate as a Senator.

You dropped your bag on the counter instead of throwing it against a wall like you so dearly wanted to. It wasn’t often you came home feeling so upset, it was usually coming home that made you happy. You’d leave the building you worked in and immediately feel okay. Not today. You might as well have been stuck at work for the entirety of your life because it wouldn’t feel any different than you felt right now. You looked around and didn’t see any sign that Anakin was home. He often wasn’t. You’d gotten used to it but today, his presence was all you wanted. He must have left shortly after you had in the morning, he mentioned something to you about a mission the night before but you hadn’t paid much mind.

With a huff you pulled your jewelry off your body, feeling freed from the handcuffs that were your bangles, from the circulation disrupters that were your rings, and the noose that was your necklace. You tossed the jewelry from one hand to the other as you stomped over to your bedroom. A nice warm shower would was worth a try if it might even remotely calm the storm brewing within you.

As you opened the door to your room you were bombarded with the scent of amber and vanilla. Your nose scrunched as you tried to figure out where it was coming from. You couldn’t find a single viable answer. Your perfume didn’t smell like this and Anakin only ever used a cologne he’d had for years. Your ears started to burn when you came to the only conclusion that made sense, the one conclusion you dreaded most.

Maybe it was the effect of having a horrible day, or maybe it was just the fact that you knew another woman had been in your bedroom. The bedroom you laid your head to rest in. The bedroom you shared countless beautiful memories with Anakin in.

Your fists balled up at your sides and you tried your best to think things through in a level headed manner, an act that didn’t seem to be attainable right now. You closed the door behind you and looked around.

“Who the hell cheats with a woman you can smell from a mile away?” You said to yourself, giving your head a shake. A small laugh emitted through your lips as you stared at the bed. Perfectly made, not a crease to be found. It was rare that Anakin made the bed before leaving as he was always called in on such short notice. You reeled as you thought about how he did it to cover up any trace of anybody else being there.

You’d never felt anger this intense before. Your ears were burning, your hands were shaking, and you felt like there was a hundred pound weight on your throat and chest. You looked over at your nightstand, where the first picture you ever took with Anakin sat in a beautiful frame. Anakin had made the frame for your first anniversary. The picture was of you, placing a medal around his neck during a ceremony on the night you met.

The Senator you were assisting had fallen ill an hour before the ceremony and he’d asked you to step in for him. Your hands had been shaking just as much as they were now, ears the same level of hot, and you felt as though your stomach was to jump out of your throat any minute. You’d felt the same now as you did that night but this time, the reason was different. You weren’t nervous and mildly star struck. You were angry. So angry that you picked up the photo and tossed it across the room, causing it to crash against the wall and fall. The only thing that broke was the glass, the frame stayed in tact and you screamed in frustration.

“He can build a frame that won’t break but not a fucking relationship!” You yelled into the air. You sat on the ground where you stood, letting your knees rise against your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You stared at the wall where the frame had left a small dent, thinking of everything and nothing all at once.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there, motionless, without a coherent thought. You didn’t care until you heard that same beeping from earlier, signalling somebody was coming in. He was coming in. You didn’t move. You had no idea how to at this point. Your room had become dark after the sun had set some hours ago and you sat in the corner of it, coddling yourself.

The lights outside flicked on and you heard his footsteps just outside the door, they stopped at the kitchen where your bag was.

“Babe? You home?” Anakin called out and you heard him come closer to the door. The shadow of him standing in front of the door made your spine tingle. Your body still didn’t move, only your eyes, as he slowly opened the door. He didn’t see you at first. The bed was made and the room was nearly pitch black apart from the small crack of light he had let in by opening the door.

“Why are you on the ground baby?” He spoke slowly as he walked toward you. Your head shook and your voice came out hoarse.

“Don’t.” You muttered and he stopped, freezing in his place. You couldn’t help the tears that began to well up in your eyes when you finally looked up from his feet to his face. He looked so tired, you were so tired. You just wanted to hug him. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, choking back tears that didn’t seem to stop streaming down your face.

“Uhm, I love you?” He said, clearly nervous. As any cheater would be. You scoffed and he bent down so he was on his knees, almost level with you. “Y/N, please tell me-“

“Fuck you!” You yelled. He cowered, his shoulders slumped and he sat back on his heels. His hands folded in his lap as he stared at you, bewildered.

“What?” His voice cracked and it took everything in you not to open your arms and ask him to hold you. The sound of his sadness broke your heart and you diverted your gaze to your feet.

“Who was in here?” You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer.

“Nobody?” Anakin’s voice was soft and almost sounded wounded.

“Don’t bullshit me. It smelt like some bitch dumped her entire bottle of perfume in here when I walked in.” You sounded stern, like a disappointed parent. His hands raised as if he was being arrested. You watched him from your peripherals.

“Can I ask you to do something?” He said, his words shaky. You nodded your head even though him asking anything of you was not your concern, you might as well entertain his idiocy for a moment. “Smell me.” He finished.

You furrowed your eyebrows together, finally looking at him. He had his wrist turned out toward you and you leaned forward. You sniffed it and smelt the exact perfume you’d smelt earlier. With wide eyes you looked at him. Did he think he didn’t smell like her anymore?

“I can still smell her on you.” You weren’t sure why he would even do that. Is he taunting you? Your eyes welled up with every fatter tears than before, your nose began to leak and you sniffled.

“No. No, baby. I’m trying to tell you, you’re just smelling me. There was no her.” He stood up and you watched him retreat to the bathroom before coming back out with a gold plated, square-shaped bottle. “I bought this the other day. I like how you smell. I like how perfumes smell. I didn’t want to use up yours.” He handed you the small bottle and you opened it, smelling the same scent you’ve smelled twice before now. You sat silently for a moment.

You were calm. Immediately, the bad feelings from before had gone away. You almost felt stupid as you stared at him. You saw how genuine he seemed and your heart cracked for being so harsh with him.

“Why didn’t you use mine?” You asked softly. Anakin sat down in front of you and you didn’t stop him this time.

“You paid a lot for it.” He shrugged as you eyed the beautiful, expensive looking bottle.

“Like this was any cheaper?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, but I spent my credits on it. So I feel less bad using it.” His eyes fought yours to be seen. You let him. The two of you sat silently for a moment before you began to cry.

“What-“ He began and you launched forward towards him, engulfing him in a hug before hitting his chest a few times. He laughed and grabbed your hand gently to make you stop.

“I thought you were cheating on me you fucking idiot!” You cried into his chest and he rubbed your back as your hand fell back onto his shoulder. “I sat here for hours thinking of how you cheated on me.” He shushed you and rocked side to side while you cried into his clothing.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered and you shook your head, squeezing him tighter.

“Gods, no I’m sorry. I had an awful day… I jumped to a shitty conclusion..” You spoke through your calming sobs but another wave of tears hit you when you remembered the picture you’d broken. “And I broke the picture frame you made!” You yelled as you shook in his arms. He looked around until his eyes landed on the frame.

“Seems fine to me. Glass is replaceable you know?” Anakin spoke kindly into your hair, between small kisses. You could hear the smile in his voice, causing you to smack him one more time and he laughed gently. “Baby it’s okay. Everything’s okay.” He mused as he rubbed your back.

When you finally calmed down he gently removed you by your shoulders and looked at you. A small smile graced his features as he wiped your tears from your reddened cheeks and swollen lips with the pads of his thumbs.

“Bad day?” He asked and you nodded silently, sniffling back anything that threatened to fall from your nose.

“I don’t even wanna talk about it.” You whispered and he pulled you in for another hug.

“We don’t have to. I can run us a warm bath instead.” He whispered as he picked you up and placed you on the bed. You nodded, another small wave of tears came as he handed you a box of tissues and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Please calm down. I can’t have snot in my bath.” You threw the box at him and he caught it against his chest before placing it next to you.

“Shut up.” You mumbled before blowing your nose. He smiled before leaving you to run the water for the bath before coming back and helping you undress.

“You really thought I’d cheat on you? I pined after you for at least three months after we met.” He mumbled as he threw your clothes into a laundry hamper and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re never here. I don’t know who and what you’re doing.” You said quietly as you watched him undress.

“Only thing I ever want to do is you, my love.” His words came out with a small strain as he leaned down to pick you up. A small laugh escaped your lips as he squeezed your bum while walking to the bathroom.

“Good. ‘Cause it’s all you’ll ever get. I’ll have to kill you if you leave me.” You smiled.

“I’ll allow it. If I ever leave you, I’ve truly lost my mind and somebody’s gonna have to put me down anyways.” He placed a small kiss on your cheek as he shut the door behind him with his foot.

[yourcoffeeguru]

Vintage Bovine Bone with Brass Inlay on Wood Bangle Bracelet || SWtradepost

[britany1997]

You Mystify Me

As a woman who loves women, this was a long time coming! I hope y’all enjoy this:):) Note: Star likes The Cranberries because I said so. (And also because I like The Cranberries lol)

Full vampire Star x Banshee female reader

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Star huffed, wrapping her shawl around herself and dragging her feet along the white sands of the beach.

She knew Paul meant well, he was basically her brother after all, but sometimes…

He’d never developed the sort of filter people seemed to have that would keep his thoughts from immediately spilling out of his mouth.

‘A ninth wheel,’ he’d called her before his sprite had snorted out of his nose while he’d laughed. The others boys had joined in with the teasing, laughing and nudging her, but she hadn’t found it very funny.

She sighed to herself. She knew they hadn’t meant anything by it, she knew they still cared about her, but it was…hard.

Hard to be the only girl in the group. Hard to be the only single one left. Hard to be a newly full vampire with everyone else so busy. It was just too much for her sometimes.

She shivered, running her hands up and down, desperate to bring back a spark of warmth. No one had told her just how cold a vampire life truly was.

She’d found a nice spot under the light of a dim moon beam and sat down, pulling out her ukulele to strum absentmindedly.

As she mulled over her confrontation with the boys, and pondered when would be the best time to head to the cave, she began to hum the tune of Sunday while she played.

You spotted her mess of curly hair from where you’d been keening behind some columns holding up the dock.

You’d seen some surfer guys throwing a party on the beach, and your instincts had told you they weren’t long for this world.

At least not with those punky looking guys staring the surfers down from the trees behind them.

After years of mourning premonitions, you’d learned to stay back. It was best not to upset the humans.

You sighed to yourself, almost disappearing into your gray mass of cloak.

Death followed you like a dog to a fox, hunting and hounding, it always caught up with you.

You wished you could touch that pretty girl, you wished you could hold her without it meaning certain doom.

It was a curse, waiting close by but never truly close. Watching the humans suffer and die. Crying your doe eyes out until they were permanently red.

Against your better judgement you let yourself become entranced by her humming. You quieted your keening and swayed to the sound, the music moving through you.

Maybe it would be ok; just to approach her, just to sit with her, just to stare at her. You wouldn’t get to close, you couldn’t.

Before you could rationalize your way off the beach, your feet seemed to move of their own volition, as if that girl was the pied piper who played only for you.

You settled down to her side, sweeping your bone white hair over your shoulder and avoiding meeting her eyes. You hoped she wouldn’t notice your unique appearance and ask too many questions.

Her humming ceased, bringing you back to reality just a bit, but not nearly enough to run away. She was even more gorgeous up close. You could hear your heart thumping, threatening to burst out of your chest.

She smiled at you, the first kind gesture anyone had offered you in so long.

Despite your better judgement, you looked up to let your red eyes bore into hers. Your gaze traced every curve and line of her face, memorializing her image in your head where you’d want to keep it as long as you could.

“I’m Star,” she told you, bangles clanging as she offered you her hand.

Your lips turned down a bit at her outstretched arm, as much as you wanted to feel her soft skin against yours, you knew you couldn’t get too attached.

“Nice to meet you,” you offered her a sympathetic smile as you pulled your coat closed, ignoring her gesture.

Star’s bright smile faltered a bit when she dropped her hand, but she quickly moved on.

“Your hair is beautiful,” she whispered, bringing a pink tinge to your cheeks.

She moved forward, reaching out to skim her fingers through your locks, but you leaned back before she got the chance.

You grimaced as she frowned a bit, falling in on herself. “I’m sorry,” she told you, moving to sit on her hands.

The sight hurt. “No no, it’s fine,” your tried to comfort her. It wasn’t her fault death followed wherever you strayed.

“I liked your playing,” you changed the subject.

She brightened like a Christmas tree, “really? I wasn’t really playing anything, just messing around.” She blushed.

You propped your head up on one hand, practically mooning over her. “No no, it was amazing,” you assured her, “best part of my night.”

“High praise from a banshee, I’ve read your singing is life-changing.”

You froze, your heart racing in your chest. How did she know? Besides the obvious markers of your appearance of course. Still, most humans were ignorant of the magical world that intertwined with theirs. Was she a scientist? A professor maybe? A hunter? Your heart leaped in fear at the thought.

Seeming to catch on, Star placed a gentle hand over yours. Your mouth gaped a bit when she dropped fang.

“Sorry to scare you, you really can’t throw a stone in Santa Carla without hitting some kind of creature, I thought you knew,” she said gently.

“I had no idea,” you explained, “what else have you seen around here?”

“Vampires of course,” she began to list, counting on her fingers, “a few werewolves here and there, a Selkie, a fairy, a dragon, harpies, nymphs, sirens…I could go on for hours.”

Your jaw dropped, “that’s incredible.”

“Santa Carla is a safe haven for the weird and wicked,” she winked, “if you want to join up with my friends, you’ll see it all.”

You beamed, awed by the realization that you weren’t alone out here.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head.

“So you’re a vampire huh?” you asked, scooting closer to Star.

“Mhmm,” she nodded.

“And…you’re immortal?” you questioned, hope rising within you.

“One of the perks,” she shrugged.

She couldn’t die. This beautiful, friendly, breathtaking girl, she would never die.

And there was nothing you could do to change that. There was no way you could doom her by intertwining your fate with hers.

You reached out, waiting for her to flinch away, but she didn’t. You let the back of your hand brush across her soft cheek.

“Eternal life becomes you,” you whispered.

She smiled softly as her hand rested over yours, stroking the back of it with her thumb. “Thank you.”

You blushed, certain your entire face was as bright red as your eyes.

“Will you play something for me?” you asked.

She giggled a bit, “all night if you want, beautiful,” she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, before moving to grasp her ukulele once more.

Warmth flooded through you, happy for the first time in decades, “I’d like that.”

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Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused. 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content 

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.  

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try. 

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.   

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.  

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed. 

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”  

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”  

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.  

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.  

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.  

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.  

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.” 

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you. 

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.” 

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-” 

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”  

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.  

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”  

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.” 

“So, what did you do?”  

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”  

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.  

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?” 

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother. 

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.  

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm. 

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”     

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