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nayziiz · 6 months

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Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

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Chapter 5

The grand ballroom of the opulent hotel shimmered with the soft glow of chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation as the elite of society gathered for the annual charity gala. Distinguished guests adorned in their finest attire mingled amongst one another, their laughter and clinking glasses filling the air with an air of sophistication and elegance.

As the guests mingled and the air buzzed with polite conversation, the Rossi family made their grand entrance into the gala. Among them, Amelia stood out like a beacon of grace and elegance, her every movement exuding a quiet confidence that drew the gaze of all who beheld her.

Dressed in a stunning light green gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Amelia glided effortlessly through the crowd, her presence commanding attention at every turn. Her father, Harold, walked by her side, a proud smile gracing his lips as he watched his daughter navigate the sea of guests with poise and grace.

Beside him, Marilyn Rossi, Amelia's mother, radiated an aura of sophistication and grace, her elegant gown shimmering in the soft light of the ballroom as she moved with effortless grace.

As Amelia weaved her way through the crowd, her eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity as she greeted each guest with genuine warmth and charm, Lando stood aside with his father, Adam, watching her with a mixture of admiration and longing.

With a glass of whisky in hand, Lando took a sip as he admired Amelia from afar, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that belied his cool exterior. He couldn't help but marvel at the way her gown accentuated every curve of her body, the slit revealing a tantalising glimpse of smooth, tanned skin that sent a shiver of desire coursing through him.

Lost in his reverie, Lando found himself captivated by the sight of Amelia, her beauty transcending the confines of the crowded ballroom as she moved with effortless grace and elegance. And as he watched her, his heart swelled with a longing that he knew he could no longer ignore.

Amelia's presence at the gala didn't go unnoticed by George, also in attendance with his father, whose gaze was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. From across the room, he watched with a mixture of admiration and envy as she effortlessly charmed her way through the crowd, her beauty and grace captivating everyone in her orbit.

As Amelia smiled and laughed with other established individuals, her expert socialising skills on full display, George couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He had known Amelia for years, but tonight, she seemed to shine brighter than ever before, her radiance casting a spell over everyone she encountered.

Despite his best efforts to maintain a composed exterior, George found himself unable to tear his eyes away from Amelia, his heart pounding with a mixture of desire and longing. He had always admired her from afar, but tonight, as he watched her move with effortless grace and elegance, he couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction that threatened to consume him.

Steve's words cut through George's thoughts like a knife, snapping him back to reality with a jolt. He turned to his father, his brow furrowed in concern as he considered the implications of Steve's statement.

“Her father is going to kill her when he finds out what she's been doing.” Steve reiterated, his tone laced with a hint of malice.

George sighed, feeling a sense of unease settling over him at the thought of the impending confrontation. He knew firsthand how strict Harold Rossi could be, especially when it came to matters of reputation and family honour.

“Is it really necessary to do it here?” George wondered aloud, his voice tinged with apprehension.

He couldn't bear the thought of Amelia being subjected to public humiliation and embarrassment, especially not in front of the other esteemed guests. Steve shrugged dismissively, his expression cold and calculating.

“Sometimes, a little public spectacle is necessary to drive home a point.” He replied, his tone dripping with disdain.

George glanced back at Amelia, his heart aching at the thought of what awaited her once her father discovered the truth. He knew he had to find a way to warn her, to spare her from the fallout of her actions, but he also knew that time was running out.

George's heart sank as he watched Harold approach Steve, his fears of a confrontation escalating with each step his father took. Despite his best efforts to intervene, he found himself rooted to the spot, powerless to prevent the impending clash between the two patriarchs.

With a forced smile etched on his face, Harold extended his hand to Steve, exchanging pleasantries with a practised ease that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface. George held his breath, his stomach churning with anxiety as he awaited the inevitable moment when their conversation would turn to the topic of Amelia.

As the two men shook hands, George could sense the undercurrent of animosity between them, the tension palpable in the air as they exchanged polite niceties. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Steve revealed the truth about Amelia's actions, and he braced himself for the fallout that would follow.

“Gentlemen.” Harold's words cut through the tension like a knife, momentarily diffusing the palpable atmosphere between the two men.

George breathed a sigh of relief as his father exchanged pleasantries with Harold, his heart lightening at the temporary reprieve from the impending confrontation.

“Good to see you, Mr Rossi.” George added, offering a polite smile as he joined in the exchange.

“Likewise, George.” Harold nodded in acknowledgment, his expression one of forced congeniality as he replied.

But it was Steve's next words that caught everyone off guard, his tone light and jovial as he turned his attention to the topic of Amelia.

“I must say, Harold, your daughter is a force to be reckoned with.” Steve noted with a hint of provocation in his voice.

“She is. I wouldn't expect anything less from her.” Harold chuckled, a proud gleam in his eye as he responded. The tension seemed to dissipate further as Harold continued, his words laced with humour. “Did she talk you out of buying another Mercedes?”

“Not this time, Harold.” Steve replied, a twinkle of amusement in his eye. “But I must say, your daughter has quite a compelling charm. I’m sure she has you wrapped around her finger.”

Steve's words cut through the air with a hint of jest, but Harold met them with a hearty laugh, his jovial demeanour belying the tension that had been simmering just moments before.

“Ah, you're not wrong there, Steve.” Harold replied, his voice tinged with pride as he glanced fondly in Amelia's direction. “She does have a way of getting what she wants.”

George couldn't help but smile at Harold’s words, knowing all too well the truth behind them. Amelia had always possessed a magnetic charm and an uncanny ability to win people over with her charisma and grace.

As Lando's eyes fell upon George, Steve and Harold standing together, a wave of unease washed over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, sensing the tension lingering in the air like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Determined to shield Amelia from whatever trouble may be looming, Lando made his way through the crowd, his steps purposeful yet cautious. As he approached her, he felt a surge of protectiveness welling up inside him, a fierce determination to keep her safe from harm.

With a gentle touch, Lando snaked his arm around Amelia's waist, drawing her close to him in a gesture that took her by surprise. She turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden contact, but a warm smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze.

“Dance with me.” He instructed, his tone firm yet playful as they moved to the rhythm of the music.

“Well, hello to you too, Lando.” She teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she matched his steps with practised ease.

As they twirled and swayed to the music, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her in Lando's arms. Despite the uncertainty of their situation, she found solace in the familiarity of their connection, the unspoken bond that had always existed between them.

“Charles here?” Lando inquired, his voice soft as he looked into her eyes.

“He had business matters to tend to back in Monaco.” Amelia responded.replied, her tone tinged with regret. “And, Zara?”

“She had a shoot in Milan.” He explained, almost dismissive in his tone.

“Very nice. She seems to be making her way up in the world.” Amelia responded, her voice laced with fake amusement.

“Why is your father speaking with the Russells?” Lando suddenly asked, changing the subject completely.

Amelia's expression clouded slightly at Lando's question, her brows furrowing in concern as she followed his gaze to where her father stood in conversation with the Russells.

“I'm not sure.” She admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But it can't be anything good. You don’t think they’ll tell my father?”

Amelia's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of uncertainty settling over them like a suffocating blanket. Lando could see the worry etched into her features, the lines of concern deepening with each passing moment.

“You know we can't trust them.” Lando replied, his tone grim. “They'll do whatever it takes to further their own agenda, even if it means betraying us.”

“What do we do then?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lando's jaw tightened with determination as he met her gaze.

“Deny everything and ask for evidence.” He stated firmly. “We won't let them destroy us without a fight.”

“This has become quite messy.” She murmured, her voice tinged with resignation.

“Just trust me, okay?” Lando asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.

“Of course.” Amelia replied without hesitation, her trust in him unwavering despite the storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

Feeling the weight of the looming threat, Lando pressed a gentle kiss to Amelia's cheek, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support and protection. Drawing her closer into his embrace, he held her tightly as they continued to dance, their movements synchronised in perfect harmony.

As they swayed to the music, Lando kept a watchful eye on the men standing on the opposite side of the room, his senses alert for any signs of trouble. He could feel the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment, a silent reminder of the danger that lurked just beneath the surface. But despite the looming threat, Lando refused to let fear consume him. With Amelia by his side, he felt invincible.

When Adam approached Harold, Steve, and George, Steve saw the optimal opportunity to put his plan into action.

“Adam, good. You’re here. I have some rather... interesting information to share with you.” Steve announces. Adam and Harold exchanged a curious glance, their interest piqued by Steve's cryptic words.

“Go on.” Adam prompted, his tone laced with anticipation. Steve leaned back against the wall, a smug expression crossing his features as he revelled in the attention of his esteemed peers.

“You see, it seems your dear Lando and Amelia have been engaging in some rather... illicit activities behind our backs.” Steve admitted.

Adam's heart sank at Steve's revelation, a mixture of disbelief and anger coursing through him as he struggled to process the implications of his words. He exchanged a troubled glance with Harold, their shared concern evident in their expressions as they grappled with the shock of the news.

“Are you certain?” Harold asked, his voice tinged with desperation as he searched for any sign of doubt in Steve's demeanour. Steve nodded, his smug expression unwavering as he revelled in the discomfort of his colleagues.

“Quite certain.” He replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “It seems your children have been playing a dangerous game, and it's high time it's put to an end. Just ask them about the cars in her showroom.”

Harold's mind raced as he considered the implications of Steve's revelation. He couldn't believe that Lando and Amelia would be involved in such activities, but the evidence presented by Steve left little room for doubt. He felt a surge of anger rising within him, a fierce protectiveness for his daughter and a determination to get to the bottom of the situation.

“Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Steve.” Adam replied, his voice cold and controlled despite the turmoil raging within him. “We will address this matter immediately.”

As Steve sauntered away, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, Adam turned to Harold with a steely determination in his eyes.

“I swear, if your son has Amelia involved in something illegal…” Harold started.

“We need to find out the truth.” Adam interrupted his friend, his voice resolute. “And we need to do it quickly, before this situation spirals out of control.”

As the music swirled around them, Adam and Harold approached Lando and Amelia mid-dance, their expressions grave as they beckoned for their children to follow them to a secluded area where they could talk in private.

Lando and Amelia exchanged a worried glance, their hearts sinking at the seriousness of their fathers' demeanour. With a silent nod, they followed Adam and Harold to a quiet corner of the room, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other guests.

Once they were alone, Adam and Harold turned to their children, their expressions a mixture of concern and disappointment.

“Lando, Amelia.” Adam began, his voice heavy with emotion. “We need to talk.”

Lando and Amelia exchanged a nervous glance, their hearts pounding in their chests as they waited for their fathers to speak.

“It's come to our attention that there have been... allegations made against you.” Harold continued, his voice strained with emotion. “Allegations of illegal activities.”

Lando and Amelia's eyes widened in shock, their minds racing as they tried to make sense of the accusations levelled against them. They exchanged a worried glance, their hearts heavy with dread at the gravity of the situation.

"We need to know the truth," Adam said, his voice firm but tinged with desperation. "Are these accusations true? Have you been engaging in illegal activities?"

Lando and Amelia exchanged a silent glance, their expressions grave as they prepared to confront the truth of their actions. With a heavy sigh, Lando spoke up, his voice filled with remorse.

“No. We’re not involved in anything illegal.” Lando lied.

Adam and Harold exchanged a sceptical glance, their expressions betraying their uncertainty at Lando and Amelia's vehement denials. They could sense the tension thickening in the air as the weight of the accusations hung heavy between them.

“Amelia, speak.” Harold instructed, his tone firm but tinged with concern.

Amelia's jaw tightened with frustration, her eyes flashing with indignation as she bristled at her father's request.

“I’m slightly offended that you would think I would ever get involved in something illegal.”She snapped, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Watch your tone, Amelia.” Harold warned, his voice a low growl of warning.

But Amelia pressed on, her anger fueling her defiance as she continued to defend herself and Lando against the accusations.

“I suppose it’s Steve Russell who mentioned something to you?” Amelia queried.

“Correct.” Adam nodded.

“George has always been jealous of Lando and I. He could never accept the fact that we didn’t like him, so he runs to his father and creates a false narrative. You remember what happened back in high school, when he spread those God awful rumours.” Amelia explained, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Adam and Harold exchanged a troubled glance, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place as they considered Amelia's words.

“Lando, I know you’ve done some questionable business before, but you need to assure us that you have not and will not involve Amelia in any of that.” Adam began, his voice filled with concern

“Of course not, I swear.” Lando lied, the weight of his deception heavy on his conscience. Lando met his father's gaze, his expression earnest as he spoke.

“I’ll choose to believe you, but if I find out that you’ve lied to me, Amelia, you will suffer the consequences.” Harold threatened his daughter.

Harold's words hung in the air like a dark cloud, his threat echoing with a chilling finality that sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. She swallowed hard, the weight of her father's warning settling heavily on her shoulders as she met his stern gaze with a mixture of fear and defiance.

“I understand.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of her father's anger.

Harold's expression softened slightly at her response, his eyes betraying a hint of sadness beneath their steely exterior.

“I hope you do.” He said quietly, his voice tinged with disappointment.

With a heavy sigh, Adam shot Lando a knowing look, a silent reminder of the gravity of their situation and the consequences of their actions. Lando met his father's gaze with a solemn nod, his own guilt weighing heavily on his conscience as he prepared to face the fallout of his deception.

And with that, the fathers disappeared back into the main hall, leaving Lando and Amelia alone with their thoughts and the weight of their secrets hanging heavy in the air. As they watched their fathers depart, a sense of unease settled over them, their minds racing with the implications of Harold's threat and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Lando reached out, gently placing a hand on Amelia's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

“It's okay.” He murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. “You did what you had to do to protect yourself.”

Amelia nodded, her expression still clouded with guilt as she struggled to come to terms with the weight of her deception.

“I've never lied to my father before. At least not about something this big.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Lando squeezed her shoulder gently, offering her a small smile of encouragement.

“Sometimes we have to do things we never thought we'd have to do. But you have me, so you shouldn’t have to worry.” He said quietly.

Despite Amelia's outward strength and independence, Lando had always seen the vulnerable side of her that lay beneath the surface. She may have excelled in martial arts and possessed an impressive knowledge of cars, but he knew that deep down, she still craved the reassurance and comfort that came from being truly understood and accepted.

Growing up as an only child, Amelia had often felt the weight of loneliness pressing down on her, her solitude echoing in the empty spaces of her heart. But Lando had been there for her every step of the way, his presence a constant source of support and companionship in a world that often felt cold and indifferent.

He had always made sure that she never had to face her struggles alone, dragging her along to parties and introducing her to new people, determined to keep her from feeling isolated or forgotten. In those moments of shared laughter and camaraderie, Amelia had found a sense of belonging that she had never known before, her heart lightened by the warmth of Lando's friendship and the love of his family.

Despite his efforts to focus on the task at hand, Lando couldn't shake the persistent dreams that had haunted him for years. In those dreams, Amelia always appeared as an ethereal figure, her presence radiant and pure, like an angel clothed in white. She seemed too good for the troubles that surrounded them, and yet she remained steadfast by his side, her unwavering support a beacon of light in the darkness.

But even as Lando grappled with his feelings for Amelia, another complication arose in the form of Zara. She was caught in the tangled web of their lives, aware of the special connection that existed between Lando and Amelia. Despite her best efforts to ignore it, Zara couldn't help but notice the way their gazes lingered a moment too long or the way their hugs held a hint of longing.

It was a forbidden dance, one in which they were unable to express the depths of their true feelings for each other. And as Lando found himself torn between his loyalty to Amelia and his growing affection for Zara, he couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a time when they could cast aside the shackles of their secrets and embrace the love that had always been just out of reach.

“I think I might just kill George, honestly.” Amelia grunted as they made their way towards the main venue. Lando glanced at Amelia, a mixture of concern and amusement flickering in his eyes at her blunt statement.

“As satisfying as that might be at the moment, I don't think it would solve our problems.” He replied, his voice tinged with wry humour. Amelia huffed a laugh, her frustration evident in the way she walked, her steps heavy with determination.

“Maybe not.” She conceded, her tone sharp with frustration. “But it sure would feel good.”

Lando placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, offering her a small smile of understanding.

“I know it's frustrating, Amelia, but let's focus on getting through tonight first. We can deal with George and his family tomorrow.” He said softly. Amelia nodded, her expression softening slightly at his words.

“You're right.” She admitted, her anger beginning to subside in the face of his calming presence.

As the charity gala unfolded around them, Lando stayed close to Amelia's side, his presence a reassuring warmth against the backdrop of the elegant ballroom. They moved together on the dance floor, their steps perfectly synchronised as they swayed to the rhythm of the music. Lando's hand rested gently on the small of Amelia's back, guiding her with a gentle touch that spoke volumes of his care for her.

In between dances, they found a quiet corner where they could steal a moment alone. Lando brushed a stray lock of hair away from Amelia's face, his touch feather-light against her cheek as he gazed at her with affection. They shared stories and laughter, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they revelled in each other's company.

As they made their way to the buffet table, Lando's hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent gesture of solidarity. He watched with adoration as Amelia's eyes lit up with delight at the sight of her favourite dishes, his heart swelling with love at the simple joy she found in the little things.

Throughout the evening, Lando remained attuned to Amelia's needs, offering her a comforting arm when she grew tired and a supportive shoulder when she needed someone to lean on. And as the night drew to a close, they found themselves reluctant to part ways.

“Just come home with me.” Lando suggested as they made their way out of the lavish hotel.

“I can’t.” Amelia whispered, not meeting his eye.

“I don’t want you going home alone and dealing with your father.” Lando explained.

“Lan, I have work in the morning.” She argued, finally glancing up at him.

“Then I will take you to work.” He countered, ever resilient in his pursuits.

“Lan.” She mumbled as he started leading her to his parked McLaren.

As Lando led her towards the sleek, powerful McLaren, a rush of emotions flooded Amelia's mind. It felt surreal, almost like a dream, to have Lando pleading with her to come home with him. The memories of their past encounters flickered through her mind like a reel of film, each moment etched in vivid detail.

Their first time together, the raw passion and intensity of their connection, still lingered in her memory. She could almost feel the heat of his touch, the electric thrill of their bodies moving as one in the backseat of his Rolls Royce.

And then there was that unforgettable night in the kitchen, when they were both overcome with desire and couldn't resist each other any longer. The sound of their breathless moans echoed in her ears as they lost themselves in each other's arms, the sensation of his lips on her skin still sending shivers down her spine.

But then, inexplicably, it had all stopped. The intimacy between them faded away, leaving behind a gaping void that Amelia struggled to fill. In the midst of her day-to-day life, she found herself consumed by thoughts of Lando, her body responding instinctively to the mere memory of his touch.

On those days when the longing became too much to bear, she sought solace in the arms of Charles, her body craving the release that only he could provide. But even in those moments of pleasure, it was Lando's name that echoed in her mind, his image filling her thoughts as she surrendered to the fantasy of what could have been.

As they reached the McLaren and Lando opened the door for her, Amelia felt a rush of anticipation course through her veins. She would allow herself to indulge in the fantasy, to lose herself in the intoxicating allure of Lando's embrace. And as they drove off into the night, she knew that for just a few precious hours, she would be able to forget about the uncertainties of tomorrow and simply revel in the ecstasy of the present moment.

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pringlesaregoodngl · 8 days

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Digital circus

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helluva boss

murder drones

TDI

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Nuzi

oil rose

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gracehateseggnog · 5 months

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a quiet rivendell wedding ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ legolas x oc

summary: one year after the events of the lord of the rings, legolas and talwynn get married in rivendell.

pairing: legolas x fey!oc

word count: 4.5k

a/n: been waiting to write this one 4 eva! love u @gu1ltyassin!

tw: some angst, but plenty of comfort <3

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Thranduil didn’t approve. Unfortunately, Legolas had assumed since the very blossoms of him and Talwynn’s relationship that his father wouldn’t gaze upon her with a fond eye, but the bloodied eye of anger towards Legolas and towards his lover was still hurtful. Many people whispered about Legolas over the years, when he walked into taverns with Aragorn when the latter was a teenager, and they’d talk about his platinum hair and pointed ears, perhaps even murmur about the son of Thranduil, and how he would never live apart from his father’s reputation as a killer. Those Legolas could ignore, but his father’s words had a way of weaving into his heart and piercing it that killed him from the inside like a Morgul blade, it would poison him slowly until all he could think about was how good death would finally feel. He loved his father deeply, though it didn’t seem like it from outsiders that peered in to look at their relationship. They had been tense since the Battle of The Five Armies, and had never mended the tear between them, but a part of Legolas had hoped his news of marriage would make Thranduil put aside their past.

But his father was a bitter man, and he could hold a grudge as if his life depended on it, and his immortality only strengthened his resolve. Thranduil had sent them away when they had delivered the news of their betrothal, a sliver of hope in Talwynn’s heart that Legolas’ father would allow them to marry in the woods of Mirkwood, now lifted of Sauron’s darkness, Legolas didn’t hold that same sentiment, but he took her to his father, anyway. He had shunned them, called her a ‘fey’ and demoted his own son to ‘the elf’. His father had changed in the past, in the years of Tauriel and her love for the dwarf Kíli, and he had told Talwynn of his change in heart then. Perhaps that was why she was so adamant to go, to try and change his mind like Tauriel had about love. Tauriel wasn’t of his blood, Tauriel wasn’t his son. Thranduil cared, Legolas had grown to know that during the sixty years they had been apart, but it seemed like anything but love, at times, especially when Legolas would receive letters from Samwise detailing how excited he was for his daughter’s upcoming birth.

“Mellon,” Aragorn pulled Legolas from his deep thoughts. “This is a happy occasion, is it not?”

The closest place to home Legolas would get was Rivendell, and that is where he and Aragorn stood. They had quite a large room set aside in the east wing of the Main House, thanks to Elrond’s kind hospitality, right out front of the gardens he was to be wed in. Aragorn, as one of his closest friends, was his best man, and so was Gimli. (Aragorn wouldn’t have fought over the role, and Legolas really didn’t want one of Gimli’s “bachelor parties”) Apart from Tauriel, who was apologetically swamped with work from Thranduil, and Arwen, who Talwynn had as her maid of honour, most of Legolas’ friends were dead or too busy to come all the way to Rivendell. He understood, of course, and so did Talwynn, as most of his friends were hers from the days of the Fellowship, and a small, quaint wedding was much more preferable to him than a large one, but he envied those of such popularity they’d be begged for an invite. To be fair, Gimli was more than enough to handle for one evening that Legolas wanted to be calm and preferably without drinking on the dwarf’s part.

“Of course,” Legolas nodded, carefully placing his circlet atop his head, dutiful not to let it snag in his long, blond hair. “If I were younger, perhaps I would have wished more for my father to be here. It seems a hopeless thought to imagine him appearing at the last moment to bear the rings, like I thought of him to as a child.”

“Legolas,” Aragorn buttoned up the top of Legolas’ white, royal tunic, embedded with silver and gold threads as a sign of the wedding to come. “You may not have your father here, but you have Talwynn, Gimli, Arwen, and I. I know it is not enough to make up for the loss of love in blood, but I also know how much greater those bonds can be.” He placed his hands on Legolas’ shoulders and brushed off any dust that remained from how long the outfit had sat in a closet, awaiting the moment Legolas would marry for hundreds of years. “Your father can not hold a grudge for your entire life.” He added.

“You do not know my father.” Legolas shook his head, not meaning it in an aggressive way, just an informative way. He knew how long some prisoners had stayed in the Mirkwood dungeons. Some had been there since before he was born. “He uses his immortality as if it is a threat to all that try to cross him.”

“I have met him once or twice, mellon, and that was enough to know his weakness.” At this, Legolas met Aragorn’s eyes. “He may be able to hold a grudge that lives longer than his victim, but he has always loved you, Legolas, and I don’t believe he will ever stop.”

When Legolas was much younger, he fell out of a tree in Mirkwood while trying to shoot down a practice target one of the warriors had set up for fun with a bow that was much greater than he could handle, which was what led to the branch snapping beneath him and his topple to the grass. His father had scolded him for what seemed like hours that day, droning on and on about how he needed to take much more responsibility for his life, being the only heir to the Mirkwood throne (Legolas bit back at some point about how Thranduil was immortal, so there was really no need for the stress of being a prince, which Thranduil did not appreciate.) Despite their quarrel, the next day, they went on as usual, silent around each other as Legolas tried to learn everything he could from Thranduil. They didn’t discuss mother, they didn’t discuss his immortality, and most importantly, Legolas had learnt not to mention anything about any girl his age he had found to look dashing in the sunlight. His father always had a way to ruin those fleeting crushes, not unlike how he had tried to quash his betrothal to Talwynn before they had exchanged rings that promised them to one another.

That's how most of their conflicts went. Legolas would do something to invoke his father’s anger, or vice versa, Thranduil would yell at him, and they would live in silence for a short period of time before things naturally returned to their beginnings. It happened in Erebor, sixty-one years ago, when Legolas had defied his father’s instructions in Dale, and they had fought harshly with one another following Tauriel’s short-lived banishment from her home. Then, the following day, Thranduil had sent his son on the greatest expedition of his extremely long life; to go see Aragorn, though he was quite fond of “Strider” back then. Legolas hadn’t had a proper conversation with his father since then, one that wasn’t filled with venomous spats or a few quick words of where he would be going, which was the simple back and forth that led their meeting before last, before Legolas had left for Rivendell to join the Fellowship. Perhaps this was no different, perhaps after a year or so, give or take, Thranduil would invite Legolas and Talwynn for a feast in Mirkwood, and act as if no time had passed at all, and no words of hatred had been passed between him and his love, his wife. He smiled at the thought. Once, nuptials had meant little to him. Now, it seemed to be one of the most important moments in a long time.

“Lad?” The questioning tone of Gimli echoed through the room, though the dwarf was careful not to tread on the tense moment between Legolas and Aragorn. He was loud when he wanted to be, Legolas knew that better than most, but he was also someone who felt so deeply for his friends that when they had a quiet moment, he knew how to deal with it in his own way.

“You’re right.” Legolas nodded, and smiled at Aragorn. His friend dressed like a King, but now, he was dressed in elven garbs to celebrate the ceremony, which was how Legolas remembered him most fondly. “He will come around, even if it is not now.”

“I am glad you see what I see.” Aragorn stepped back from Legolas, taking a look at his beautifully intricate outfit. It had taken forever to be sewn, as Legolas wanted as much of his wife’s heritage in it as his own, and a plethora of questions about the fey people from the seamstresses had followed. “You look finer than I did on my wedding day, mellon.”

“It was not hard.” Legolas smirked in jest, looking at his right hand, looking at his betrothal band for the last time before it would be replaced with one of marriage. “I am surprised Elrond allowed you to look so Man-like.”

“Oi! No fighting on such a day!” Gimli announced, stopping the comb he had been raking carefully through his beard to scold the two. Aragorn and Legolas could only smile at the dwarf, knowing that on any other day, he would have been the first to throw punches, but he had a particular soft spot for marriages.

“Apologies, my friend.” Aragorn chuckled, a smile gracing his expression as he looked down at Gimli. “I forget how important a wedding is to your kind.”

Gimli crossed his arms in a huff. “Well, often I forget how unimportant a wedding seems to your kind!” He countered mockingly. “If I were one of your kind, I would not be joking about such matters before walking to the garden!”

“I assure you, Gimli, my joking is only due to a matter of worry.” Legolas replied, a soft smile on his lips despite the tone of his words. Not a lot seemed to surprise him anymore, after his over two thousand years of living, but the feeling in his chest that accumulated as the hour of his wedding drew near.

“What is there to worry about, Legolas?” Aragorn asked, buttoning the top of his own royal tunic, one that had been gifted to him by Elrond many moons before. “Talwynn loves you just as you love her, she would not have accepted your betrothal if she could not imagine herself in this garden.”

“Her love I do not doubt.”

“Then what is on your mind, mellon?”

“Perhaps it is those thoughts that linger in any elf’s mind.” Legolas looked to one of the openings in the room, gazing out to the beautiful glade. He could only imagine the arch he would be standing beneath, hidden amongst the trees. “She will die and there is no place for her in Valinor.”

“That may change, you can not see all that may happen to Talwynn. Someone may offer her a place there, as Lady Galadriel promised Gimli his.”

“I would give it to her without question.”

“But where would that leave her? In a world where she knows nobody, and you do not have a place.” Aragorn finished buttoning up his shirt, his hands moving to pick up a small piece of fabric from one of the dressers. The marriage rings that would soon be on him and Talwynn’s index fingers were kept safely inside the sage fabric. “Do not give yourself to worry on this day, Legolas. Those are concerns for you and her to consider years from now.”

Legolas nodded once more, a smile beckoning on his lips as the thoughts drifted away merely at Aragorn’s instruction, and his eyes travelled back to the gardens to his left. He missed Mirkwood dearly, but those regrets faded too when he looked upon the tall trees that Lord Elrond ruled over. When the Fellowship travelled through Lothlórien, Legolas had looked through the Mirror of Galadriel. He had seen many things that evening, many versions of this day with and without Talwynn by his side, but none of them took place in his home kingdom. He wondered then if it was a sign that he was never to marry, if it was a bad omen that he should avoid marriage and live his life without the love his father had once found with his mother and Tauriel had found with Kíli. Now, as Aragorn gathered the rings and Gimli opened the door of the Rivendell chambers, he knew that what he saw was never an abysmal sight. He could live without his father alongside him, he had done it for a long time, and he would be able to marry Talwynn without his support and without the trees he once called home. Rivendell had become as much of a home to him as it had become to Aragorn throughout time, perhaps this was where he was always meant to be.

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“Your hair is beautiful.” Arwen commented kindly, running her brush through the last of Talwynn’s blonde, tangled hair.

“Thank you.” The fey blushed under her compliment, her fingers tangling into her necklace.

Arwen and Talwynn sat alone in one of Rivendell’s main house chambers, the final touches going onto the latter’s appearance before she would walk to the gardens and marry the elf she had fallen in love with. The brown-haired half-elf was one of her only friends outside of the Fey Realm, and the two had become close through frequent visits to Gondor on Talwynn’s behalf, and letters sent to each other in hopes to continue their close friendship. Talwynn adored the advice Arwen would give her, the dresses she would deliver, stitched delicately by her handmaidens just for the fey as gifts, and the way she would teach her how to braid her hair like an elf did. Arwen missed the fleeting moments of girlhood she remembered from when she was a child, and Talwynn reminded her of those times, especially when the two would lounge in the Rivendell gardens in the afternoons, talking endlessly about anything that came to their minds. They loved each other in their own way, and Arwen learnt how to embrace her newfound mortality from the fey most out of the others that surrounded her, because Talwynn seemed to have a love for life that slipped from others. Arwen pulled two large chunks of Talwynn’s hair from each side and joined them at the back with a silver clip.

“There.” Arwen remarked, stepping back from behind Talwynn and looking over her face.

Her dress had taken a month to make, but Talwynn wanted it to be perfect. It combined the styles of fey and elven wedding dresses, creating a mesh between the greens and silvers that cascaded down her body, a short but elegant train following her feet. The bodice and sleeves were made out of sheer silk, adorned with stitchings of green leaves and small, pink flowers that represented the wings of matching colour that protruded from her back, and the bottom of the dress had the same design, but didn’t cling to her body as the top did, instead draping atop her legs. After years of wearing strictly clothing she could fight in, Talwynn felt the prettiest she had in a long time, her confidence only matched to how she felt during Aragorn’s coronation. Then, she represented the Fey Realm, now, she represented her and her betrothed’s people, sending a message to any who doubted their matrimony (not many did.) Her engagement ring sat low on her ring finger, soon to be replaced by the silver marriage ring that elves exchanged during their wedding. Her heart beat against her chest, she was so excited.

“I’ve never felt this wondrous before.” Talwynn exclaimed, rising from her chair and turning to face Arwen, whose hands were clasped at her hips, clad in a whimsical, light brown dress. “I fear I may faint.”

“I felt that same excitement when Aragorn and I married.” Arwen smiled, holding her hands out for Talwynn to take. “It didn’t dissipate until the wine was served that evening.”

Talwynn clasped softly onto her friend’s palms, grounding herself. “I wish I could feel this way forever.” She admitted. “I can’t begin to explain it.”

“You don’t need to, I know exactly what it’s like to stand in your situation, waiting for the moment to walk through those doors and try not to lose your footing. Though, I was wearing quite more elaborate footwear than you are.” Arwen looked down to where Talwynn’s silver flats poked out from beneath her dress, no heels to help her walk through the grass. “Legolas feels that same worry, I’m sure. He won’t know what to do with himself when he sees you.”

“How do you think he’ll react?”

“Well, I have never known him to be a crier, but I haven’t known him for my life. I believe it would be hard for him not to shed a tear or two at the sight of you.”

“You’re too kind to me, Arwen.”

“Nobody can be too kind on a woman’s wedding day, not when she has the honour of giving her away to another dear friend. I only wish I could have brought your father here to take my place.”

“I wouldn’t rather have anyone else with me other than you.” Talwynn held tighter onto Arwen’s hands, smiling at the bittersweet situation. None of her family could make it, but those she had chosen to surround her as she lived had. That was enough. “My father longed to make it here, but we both knew it would be impossible.”

“We are both too poetic for our own good.”

Arwen grinned, then a knock came to the door. Aragorn’s knuckle rapped against the wood three times, signalling to the woman on the other side that Legolas would be awaiting them at the arch in Lord Elrond’s gardens whenever they were ready to leave. After giving the sign, he walked alongside the groom and Gimli through the large door at the end of the hall that opened up into the garden. Large, weeping trees paved the way through the grass, leading to a natural arch made from the trees over time, a history of thousands of elves’ marriages standing in the centre. Legolas had seen many trees in his long lifetime, but the sight of Lord Elrond’s gardens never ceased to amaze him, no matter how many times he had wandered around as a younger elf, dreaming and wondering about the day he’d get to stand in the flowers and marry. Birds chirped ahead, sensing the special day that befell the summer afternoon. As Legolas looked at the nearly shrouded sun in the sky, he couldn’t help but smile and think about the hobbits that he and Talwynn had grown to love so long ago. He wondered if they were having elevenses or luncheon.

“Are ya’ nervous, lad?” Gimli inquired when they reached the arch.

Legolas took his place off to the left side, and Aragorn and Gimli joined at his right. “Extremely.”

“You two fought the grips of Mordor from Middle-Earth.” Aragorn reassured the elf. “There is not much that can come between a bond as strong as yours.”

At that, the gardens surrounding them hushed, and Talwynn emerged from the shadows of the trees. Legolas’ eyes widened slightly, his lips pulling tight against his cheeks as his eyes threatened to give away the emotion he felt when he saw his bride for the first time. Her dress was elven, he noticed, with enough of a hint of her fey ancestry to pay homage to the wings that fluttered against her back, brightening the foggy forest. She looked as beautiful as she did every day, but it was a royal kind of beauty that day, and Legolas flushed when his mind wandered to what she would look like under her true title, Princess of Mirkwood. Nothing could truly compare to the buzzing inside his stomach, he realized, and there was no replication to how he felt about Talwynn, walking down the aisle of dotted, white flowers and grass, holding onto Arwen’s arm with a graceful, excited smile on her face. He adored her unabashed emotion, the way she would smile in the heat of battle, teeth bared at him when she passed his count of fallen orcs or trolls (she never did, but he wouldn’t admit that to her.) Legolas also realized i8n that moment that though Talwynn dressed in many different ways across their travels as members of the Fellowship, nobles of Gondor, and now bride and groom, her smile never failed to beguile him.

When Talwynn was close enough, Arwen let go of her arm, retreating to her side and allowing the fey to stand in front of her elf. “My handsome elf.” She remarked, looking up at him, the spattered light that seeped through the tree leaves reflecting in her eyes.

“Faerië nín.” Legolas lifted his left hand, placing it under her hair and on the side of her neck, smiling as she leant into his palm lightly. He thought of their first kiss. “You are beautiful.”

My fairy.

Talwynn blushed a deep red. She would later blame it on the heat. “You are my life, Legolas. I can not imagine continuing forward without you, no matter what the future means for us both.” She spoke without thinking, words tumbling from her lips without sign of stopping. “Adventures or late mornings, I can’t fathom having an empty tent or bed now that I’ve felt what it’s like to have you at my side. Even if travels keep me from you, or another global battle takes us away from each other for a short time, I have faith that we’ll find each other, that is what we do. Not one ounce of fate from the Halls of Mandos can change our trajectory, constantly pointing towards each other.” Tears had begun streaming down Talwynn’s face without her knowledge, she only knew she had begun to cry when a soft breeze blew through the garden, chilling the tears on her cheeks. Legolas lifted his thumb and brushed the wetness from her skin, tears welling in his own eyes. “I love you, Legolas.”

“And I, you, Talwynn. I believe I knew there was a beautiful love between us, even when you were simply a fey who had run into the Fellowship in the midst of the most important journey of our lives. I don’t—” Legolas sucked in a tight breath, a tear straying from his eye. Elves were known to be good at protecting their emotions in the heat of any situation, but when it came to their love, the masks dropped. “I don’t know where I would be after the journey of the Ring if you had not joined us on that mountain outside of Rivendell. Perhaps the only change I would have made to our adventure would have been that you had come to us sooner so that we may have more time with one another. You are my trees, my flowers, my beauty. I could not have ever dreamed of having someone else share my bed and my heart as deeply as you, meleth nín.” It was Talwynn’s turn to reach her hand up from her side and wipe Legolas’ face of tears. “I love you.”

My love.

Aragorn took the short moment of silence that followed to present the two silver marriage bands to Talwynn and Legolas. Both had inscriptions engraved on the outside; Talwynn’s read, ‘forever adventures, even in mortality’ in Sylvan, while Legolas’ said, ‘even when memory fails, you are my history.’ Legolas reluctantly tore his hand from his bride’s neck, replacing the skin of her face with her hand, delicately holding her fingers up. He pulled off the gold betrothal ring from her third finger, placing it down on Aragorn’s green fabric before taking Talwynn’s silver band from it. The ring fit perfectly around her index finger, running down every blemish in her skin with ease and finding its forever home near her palm. Legolas pulled her hand up to his mouth, placing a loving kiss against the outside of the ring and blessing it with his breath.

The tears had dried from his cheeks, but Legolas’ lip still quivered as Talwynn flipped their hands, his palm resting atop her own. Her other hand slid his engagement ring off just as she had done to hers, and she let it sit right next to his on the blanket of green. They would be displayed in their forever chambers, wherever that would be, for them to gaze upon whenever they wished, and Talwynn couldn’t help but hitch her breath at the thought that one day, their rings would be artifacts that represented a historic marriage between the fey and the elves. She smiled again, taking Legolas’ silver ring from Aragorn and letting him retreat back behind the elf before placing it on Legolas’ finger, careful not to hurt his beautiful, pale skin. She didn’t kiss the ring, but kept their hands intertwined between them, running the tips of her finger over his ring, grounding herself and making sure she realized that the moment of her wedding was real, and they were now married.

Silence overcame the glade once more as Aragorn, Gimli, and Arwen witnessed the matrimony between their dear friends come to its fruition as their rings exchanged, a certain hush of love overcoming the group that harboured an unexplainable feeling. Legolas smiled, his long, blonde hair blowing gently in the wind as he looked upon his wife for the first time, and Talwynn upon her husband. He ran his hand back up to her neck, pulling her forward gently and letting their lips meet elegantly. Talwynn hummed against Legolas’ lips, unable to help her grin from creeping up her face. Legolas met her expression, pulling her closer but not letting go of his grip on her hand. Their hair tickled each other’s skin, their eyes shut but knowing of the other’s colour by heart, and their lips reluctantly parted, only to be replaced by the touching of their foreheads against each other. After everything they had been through together, Legolas and Talwynn had finally married, dedicating their love for as long as eternity could offer an immortal.

No wedding would attest to be as beautiful as theirs for hundreds of years, and no fey would marry an elf again until after they had both passed, Talwynn into the earth, and Legolas into Valinor.

#legolas #legolas fic #legolas x oc #lotr #lotr fic #lotr x oc #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings x oc

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kermit-ydafrog · 7 months

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So if you guys look at the poll almost everyone wants me to write the Hazbin Hotel x Teenager Y/N

Ofcourse this will be platonic since everyone in the Hazbin Hotel series is older than Reader since Reader in the story is just 16 alongside with Y/N's companions in the said series

So uh...

Here are some heads up to what are canon in my Series which is there Age and Sexuality(All of this is based from "Hazbin Hotel Wiki" some of it is made by me because not all of there Age and Sexuality is in the Wiki so if there Age or Sexuaity has this in it Cross Line it means it's more of my own canon Age and Sexuality)

And before I forget ✨SHIPS✨

(Disclaimer: If you don't like the ships in this category then don't hesitate to not read the story but if you do like some of it then just...read or not, It's your choice and it's up to you 🥰)

Anyways

So let's start...

🪫Age🔋

🏨Hazbin Hotel Staff🏨:

Charlie = 20

Vaggie = 20

Husk = 60

Niffty = 22

Angel Dust = 30

Sir Pentious = 22

Cherri Bomb = 20

✨Extra Characters✨:

Molly = 20

Arackniss = 23

Baxter = 23

Loona = 23

Blitzo = 26

Moxxie = 27

Millie = 28

Sally Mae = 26

Fizzarolli = 26

Odette = 24

Clara = 24

✨💕Oc's💕✨:

Max = 23

Nathan/Nate = 24

Henry = 24

Falisha = 21

👹7 Deadly Sins👹:

Lucifer(Pride) = Immortal

Asmodeus(Lust) = Immortal

Beelzebub(Gluttony) = Immortal

Mammon(Greed) = Immortal

Satan(Wrath) = Immortal

Leviathan(Envy) = Immortal

Belphegor(Sloth) = Immortal

😇Angels😇:

Adam = Immortal

Lute = 28

Sera = Immortal

Emily = Immortal

🔥Overlords🔥:

Stolas = Immortal

Carmilla = 37

Zestiel = 38

Alastor = 30

Rosie = 32

Vox = 30

Valentino = 33

Velvette = 32

Skull Head = 39

Frederick = 33

Bethesda = 33

Zeezi = 30

Stolas = Immortal

🏳️‍🌈Sexualities🏳️‍🌈:

🏨Hazbin Hotel Staff🏨:

Charlie = Bisexual

Vaggie = Lesbian

Husk = Pansexual

Niffty = Straight-Ally

Angel Dust = Gay

Sir Pentious = Bisexual

Cherri Bomb = Bisexual

✨Extra Characters✨:

Molly = Lesbian

Arackniss = Bisexual

Baxter = Heterosexual

Loona = Straight-Ally

Blitzo = Bisexual

Moxxie = Bisexual

Millie = Pansexual

Fizzarolli = Gay

Odette = Bisexual

Clara = Lesbian

✨💕Oc's💕✨:

Max = Gay/Non-Binary(He/She/They)

Nathan/Nate = Straight-Ally/Non-Binary(They/Them)

Henry = Straight-Ally

Falisha = Bisexual

👹7 Deadly Sins👹:

Lucifer(Pride) = Straight-Ally

Asmodeus(Lust) = Pansexual

Beelzebub(Gluttony) = Straight-Ally

Mammon(Greed) = Straight-Ally

Satan(Wrath) = Bisexual

Leviathan(Envy) = Pansexual

Belphegor(Sloth) = Asexual

😇Angel😇:

Adam = Bisexual

Lute = Straight-Ally

Sera = Heterosexual

Emily = Pansexual

🔥Overlords🔥:

Carmilla = Straight-Ally

Zestiel = Straight-Ally

Alastor = Aromantic/Asexual

Rosie = Straight-Ally

Vox = Bisexual

Valentino = Pansexual

Velvette = Bisexual

Skull Head = Straight-Ally

Frederick = Heterosexual

Bethesda = Pansexual

Zeezi = Pansexual

Stolas = Gay

💕Ships💕:

1.) Charlie x Vaggie = Chaggie

2.) Husk x None = ???

3.) Niffty x Baster = Biffty

4.) Angel Dust x Alastor = Radiodust

5.) Sir Pentious x Arackniss = Pentniss

6.) Cherri Bomb x Molly = Cherlly

7.) Loona x None = ???

8.) Blitzo x Stolas = Imp Bird

9.) Moxxie x Millie = Mixxie

10.) Lucifer(Pride) x Sally Mae = Salifer

11.) Asmodeus(Lust) x Fizzarolli = Fire Clown

12.) Beelzebub(Gluttony) x Vortex = Bee Fox

13.) Mammon(Greed) x Falisha = Green Angel

14.) Satan(Wrath) x None = ???

15.) Leviathan(Envy) x None = ???

16.) Belphegor(Sloth) x None = ???

17.) Carmilla x Zestiel = Angel Webs

18.) Rosie x Henry = TV Rose

19.) Vox x Emily = StaticHalo

20.) Valentino x None = ???

21.) Velvette x Nathan/Nate = Vate

22.) Skull Head x Lute = Golden Skull

23.) Frederick x Bethesda = Married Couple

24.) Zeezi x None = ???

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madmaxified · 6 months

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they’re so in love guys

#later on envy’s like “jokes on you I’m into that shit”#you’ll never guess which one of them bottoms #also envy with curly hair and piercings >>>#scott pilgrim oc #scott pilgrim fanart #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #artisrs on tumblr #my art #envy adams #envy adams x oc #envy adams x fem oc

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inspectorcosmo · 1 month

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Duhhhh....

Inside Out 2 x Batwheels

Bibi - Joy

Buff - Sadness

Nightbike - Anger

Batwing - Disgust

Bam - Fear

Prank - Anxiety

Jestah - Envy

Quizz - Ennui

Snowy - Embarassment

Ducky - Either Love (@ellie67's OC) or Nostalgia

Redbird - Riley

BONUS/EXTRAS:

Goldie - Bloofy

ADAM - Lance Slasherblade

Grundy - Deep Dark Secret

Kitty - Bing Bong (ik he's from the 1st movie but like)

@bamthebatmobile

#batwheels #inside out 2 #parody au

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tobytheeggo · 9 months

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How the JW x SPVTW AU is going

I might change around some people since OC’s from my friends + characters from other movies will be added and stuff, but this is what I have as of now

I mainly didn’t use their actual movie selves because of hair and the lack of formality in this AU so everyone’s hair will be drawn differently other than Ares for the most part‼️

The rundown

Santino - Scott Pilgrim

Ares - Kim Pine

Gianna - Stacey Pilgrim (but instead his older sister)

Marquis (Vincent) - “Envy” Adams

Chidi - Todd Ingram

Caine - Lucas Lee

John Wick - Gideon Graves

#john wick au #Scott pilgrim au #mixed media #mixed fandoms #jw4 #spvtw #knives is my main issue cause I have no clue who’d that be #I’m not super sure about John being Gideon but oh well?#implied oc x canon

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idkfitememate · 7 months

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AHAHA HELLO ITS LIKE MIDNIGHT WHERE IM AT AND I FEEL SO JITTERY AND BORED AND IM NOT SURE IF I READ YOUR LAST POST CORRECTLY BUT I WOULD LOVE A SILLY LITTLE NICKNAME

Not that I can think of one myself though ;-;

how are you by the way? Any new ideas for fics or ocs? I’ve been pretty busy but you’ve inspired me to start writing more so that’s neat I guess

-envy anon

Not to worry!! I’m more than happy to come up with a few!~

I’ll admit, with a name like Envy it makes it a bit hard because all my ideas come from flowers and rocks with the meaning of envy, but I feel like that’d be a bit of an insult so here’s the fun part: Gonna do plants and such opposite to Envy!~

So maybe my dearest dahlia? Or perhaps my beautiful bluebell? My snow quartz? My precious sapphire?

Hehe that’s just a few, lemme know how you feel about them!

It’s so cool that I’ve inspired you to start writing again, I really didn’t think I’d have that kind of effect on… anyone really. Feel free to share if you wish!~ and for ideas and such, I do have a few WIPS rn and two fics on the way hehe. Not gonna spoil but here are the fics and the ideas!~

Fic 1: TWST x reader (specifically Vil x reader, this is the insane little guy reader fic hehe, he/him pronouns though)

Fic 2: Obey Me x reader (You remember that Adam/Eve idea? It’s in the works!~ They/Them pronouns but unfortunately, you start the fic out as a Texan, I’m so sorry-)

A couple of the other ideas I’ve had recently are:

A MHA x Joker!Reader (idk MHA has such good potential for insane readers AND NO ONE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY-)

A TWST x Cerberus!Reader (Specifically, you ever watch the Lego Batman Movie? Reader isn’t a person, they act as Idia’s bat computer heh) ((Imagine Idia screaming “‘PUTER” at his phone I can’t-))

And finally, a BSD x King In Yellow!Reader (This is solely bassed on the fact that I love H.P. Lovecraft and think he deserves a sibling.) ((Also you’d be a pop-star for ability reasons I don’t make the rules))

Anyways, happy writing my friend!~

#asks <3 #sagau #Envy anon <3

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pupmusebox · 22 days

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[ Final Fantasy ]

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🕸❤𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤💙🕸

Poisoning Attraction

Pairing: Kaine Parker x Marlette Saravia [Canon x OC]

Characters: Kaine Parker, Marlette Saravia, Annabelle Adams, Aracely Penalba, Ben Reilly & Miguel O'hara

Summary: Just take a sip of any good drink for refresh the rough moments, what could end bad? Well, Sometime's the time can be unexpected, in a juicy way.

Warnings: ⚠️[MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!]⚠️

Swearing, Love confession, Some jealously, Kissing, Seduction, Kaine being slight feral needy by his spider instincts, NOT SMUT but yes mature gestures, Marlette being top and Kaine submissive.

All pains fading away slowly.

They had to work together, their hate turn in something apart of a friendship.

Something else.

Something... Where the desires to be with each other would explode anytime.

Although, this possibly could be difficult, it took a time understand their natures.

But after all, this male spider, wouldn't expect this.

Much less this big female one.

So, since is first time they are going in a "date" between them, Marlette wouldn't go alwayd with that black colored suit with those glowy blue things. This time she was dressed finally something simple but at least making her look attractive.

The outfit was a very dark gray cotton made crop top, with dark jeans and simple black shoes, with a black leather-made jacket on. All only displaying her abs, pretty sure even men would have some envy on her having those. So she would go from the portal to her friend's universe wearing that, spawning outside the apartment he was staying infront the door but her device of her wrist started to sound, she rolling her blue eyes hung the call. So sorry but she's busy right now.

With a pair of knocks made by her knuckles, the door was opened by the same young one Aracely, with a small serious face by the mini snapping Marlette made a little while ago.

"Oh hey kid... I am sorry about the mini drama i made but is just..."

"It's okay, You was mentally tired and stressed, i get it but next time i'll put you a muzzle because seems like you bite."

Aracely shrugged and the face changed into a small chuckle as she joked, letting go a small low whistle as she looked detailed at that simple outfit, Marlette snorted quietly and then she entered as she was allowed.

"So where is Kaine?"

"Ah Kaine! Hold on."

Penalba went running and knocked the bedroom's door.

"Kaine!! Don Peluca your woman is here!" [Mr Wig]

Kaine Parker groaned in annoyance as he heard Aracely, he was putting his pants.

"Damn it Aracely wait! I am near done but i am not going there elegant, i won't look like a clown."

He exclaimed at the first few words, then as he finished, he slowly opened the door.

He was wearing a pair of black pants with a dark brown belt,a crimson red shirt. Just... Simple.

Aracely rolled her eyes, disliking that mega simple outfit.

"Really!? Dude you look like a homeless like that!"

"Tsk shut the fuck up-"

His words were cut as he saw the taller woman, his eyes studying her, but were locked on her abs. Holy shit, he gulped.

"Hey my eyes are here."

Marlette gestured, Damn Focus Kaine! He shook his head as he heard her.

"Urgh sorry, i never saw you look... Nice."

Aracely raised up and bended down her eyebrows in movements, she knew already what's going so she just would leave them alone. Kaine grumpy looked at the shorter girl leave but then softened as he saw Marlette there, appreciating that outfit.

"Oh well is... Simple being honest."

"At least you look better than me just wearing these things..."

"I mean, you don't look too bad after all. But maybe if you uh..."

She would take off the hairband that was making the classical messy bun hairstyle he had, for reveal now his free natural long hair.

"Please give me that, i look strange like this."

"For me looks better now, it fits you so. But enough meh meh meh, let's fucking go before the child goes crazy."

The long haired man agreed nodded. After minutes later during night but not too late, they arrived to their destiny which was a bar zone from the Hotel Four Seasons in Houston, Texas where Kaine used to go. It was pretty calm, normally bars mostly happens dangers by drunk people but strangely tonight was okay.

Honestly Kaine didn't have any other idea of dates for her, so the bar let's say was the most "special" place. Hopefully if that won't annoy Marlette by that...

As they sat down with their seats, Kaine sighed and asked.

"Hey uhm, do you want any drink? Or you don't drink any alcohol?"

"Well not very much of it but i would love a sweet wine."

Oohh la la, this lady even she was more hispanic, her italian side never left her for exquisites like that.

"Huh, well that's fine, i'mma drink a Margarita."

"Bet you gotta get drunk fast."

"Tsk nah, i am not so easy to get drunk."

"Seguro como no." [Sure as not]

"What?"

"Nothing."

She shrugged, but at least Kaine knew it was spanish so might not understood but yes recognized the idiom.

"Mexican i assume you are."

"Incorrect, i am from somewhere more beachy."

"Eeerrrmmm... Colombia?"

"Close."

"I give up."

"Venezuela, is like Colombia if i am being honest. But i am half italian by my father."

"Geez... That explains why..."

He looked at that fierce but for him beautiful face. Indeed the european traits displays her along the hispanic ones. Pretty nice mix.

"Why what?"

"Why you look kind of exotic...-"

"Anything you want two- . . . Kaine?"

A pink haired lady with greenish eyes stared at Kaine, someone who met a time ago.

"Oh... Annabelle erm, hey..."

Okay, Seems like he's feeling this going to be uncomfortable.

"Where have you been!? You didn't visit me in i don't know! Ages!"

Annabelle crossed her arms, acting offended, them her eyes stared at Marlette, blinking a pair of times.

"And who's that woman?"

"Annabelle not now she's just... a friend..."

"A friend? Since when you have such a tall woman as friend!? Whoa... You... Are pretty big..."

Surprised she stared up at Marlette who her expression was cold and serious.

"Urgh long story! And doesn't matter okay!? Just please give me a Margarita and the lady a sweet wine!"

"No need go yell at me like that, Silly!"

Annabelle booped in an "aggresive also playful" way on Kaine's nose with a tap. Marlette slowly her expressions turned into a death stare.

Those blue eyes staring at her soul. Annabelle gulped a bit, a little intimidated.

"Yeah just can you-"

" Wait but give me a second- Is plus! Allow me talk with him real quick! Disculpame!" [Excuse me!]

She then walked out from the space she was working, for then grab Kaine's arm with a embarrased smile. For then go to a more private place.

"Kaine, where did she come from? I swear i never saw a tall woman like that in my whole life!"

"I don't fucking know!"

He lied, shrugging while somehow for inside he would feel Marlette could not liking this.

"Oh c'mon man... We know each other and we are united, or well at least like i think because you don't visit often as i thought."

She crossed her arms and frowned a bit. Kaine sighed lowly and shook his head.

"I was been busy in the multiverse shit or whatever."

"Oooh, so you met her in one of those worlds?"

". . . Fine, yeah but just... We didn't start great."

"Well i can see it, because she looks pretty rude like you, but... At least... You are not the only one tough so."

She giggled softly while Kaine rolled his eyes.

"But what happened to that?"

"Long story, just got banned but i don't honestly care of that anymore."

"Oh... Fuck, well but at least you are here no?"

"Mhm."

"But... she kinda scares me, hopefully she doesn't bite me."

"Not really, at the start she was like that when i met her, later she can be docile."

"Well, i hope so and if she tries i have still the pepper spray."

"Again with that?"

"What? The first time met Aracely almost wanted to kill me."

She shrugged. Then after finish now talk, they both came back walking. While Marlette stared with a grumpy emotionless expression, being silent.

Kaine cleared his throat as he felt the silence come.

"So... Annabelle, this is Marlette, Marlette, this is Annabelle."

"Buenas."

"Oh hey, is nice to meet you. You must be new here right?

"Erm... Yeah i guess so, same to you, Annabelle."

"Look, Annabelle is an old friend i met here."

"Are you explaining like she's being your jealous girlfriend?"

"God damn it no! I am just telling her!"

"Could you just at least keep yourself a lil more silent? I have headches from the work, please."

Firmly, like a military general tone but also quiet said, Marlette seemed she didn't like her, Annabelle listened so she quickly nodded and then finished prepare the drinks for them both, then a wave of awkward silence came.

Was it jealously, or dislike? Maybe both most likely. But somehow she wondered herself about that sudden indirect territorial behavior.

Kaine knowing that sudden fierce behavior, he would try his best for remind her again.

"Look... Marlette, Annabelle and me we are friends and trust me, even i am aswell a mistrusting guy but i trust her because... She's someone to trust. No need be rude at her."

"Plus i didn't say or do anything bad. But... I guess this wine could calm you down."

Annabelle softly said, but she thought maybe Marlette wouldn't calm down by her voice, but, the gentle reminder from Kaine worked at least a bit, but still some mistrust or at least distance Marlette kept.

"Anyways gotta do something else, have fun!"

She waved and then left walking while humming, but in her mind would be very curious of her, since she always called attention tough people.

So, Kaine decided to change of topic, clearing his throat.

"So... Have you been places like this before?"

He took his Margarita and take a sip of it, feeling a wave of satisfaction and love as he felt the flavor of his favorite drink with a sigh.

"Honestly last time i was been in a place like this was around 4 years ago."

She took a sip from the cup of sweet wine.

"Hm... Not bad, i like how this tastes, and the place looks pretty comfortable."

"Yeah, i go rarely times here, only when i have enough money."

Well, when he has the enough money sent by his other spider sibling, Peter. But actually he would owe him of it but... Shhh.

"Understandble, but that's at least very well. And can you tell me about that pink girl? Gives me those rock singer vibes."

"She does, and she is just an old friend of mine, nothing serious... Or...- Ugh fine, we had a small spark but, at the finale it stopped so... We became just friends."

Kaine admitted, at the start he was afraid lie to her that but, if he let her know just now possibly the jealous from a fierce woman could be lower.

"Ah, i see."

She slightly cold said, with a small nod.

"I never dated or fell in love with someone really, i assume the reason is because i am very complicated."

"Complicated that, complicated there, all complicated. Indeed your mind is tired it seems."

Marlette sighed and took another sip of her wine.

"Totally fucking right Kaine."

She groaned a bit in annoyance and then she looked away, poor of her, all tired and trying her best for take a time for relax.

Kaine knew that sudden dislike tensed her a little, so with a gentle caress with his fingers would slide all over her back.

"But it's okay, i am here."

Quietly now he mentioned, the soft caresses made Marlette relax bit by bit, then she looked at the windows getting wet by the sudden new weak rain. Feeling slowly better by that affection, slowly laying down her head on the board.

"I appreciate you so much for this... I wish i could stay here. Is much better than my universe."

She slowly closed her eyes in relax. Until the one who was giving the caresses, turned into gently massages with that hand.

"One day Marlette, you can actually stay here, i don't mind after all."

Then Marlette turned to see Kaine directly at the eyes. Each other's pupils dilated a bit, like two cute kitties staring at each other.

"I... I can clearly think that you aren't a bad guy after all."

"Do you? Well, if you say, me too you are..."

He took another sip of his Margarita, staring at her, his heart beats slowly speeding up.

"Just... Maybe one word, incredible."

Marlette, feeling now a random warm feeling from her cheeks came as she heard that.

"Not really, all i can say to you is we do a great duo. And seriously, being someone who cares about is something that i lost by all those long years i had in that futuristic hell."

"Being a big woman with a personality of a lonely wolf kinda surprises me. And being honest, i can try to guess i like it."

Kaine's hot sensation aswell popped in, heart beating faster, feeling weird from his stomach.

"Kaine Parker..."

". . . Marlette. Tell me, What we should do between us?"

His face slowly moving towards hers, the brown colores eyes, staeing deeply at her. Marlette moved slight backwards her head, looking slowly down for figure out and think about it.

Kaine slowly tlited his head, somehow also nervous for inside.

". . . Let's see where these paths take us."

Then by surprise, Marlette took the neckline from his crimson t-shirt, for kinda roughly pull him and then...

A kiss, between their both lips together, leaving a big storm in shock feelings from part of Kaine. Frozen by that unexpected moment.

Both hearts, beating fast, both pair of eyes, closed.

Both feelings, finally displaying that trapped inner emotion at each other.

Kaine froze would already closed his eyes, but his heart beating like a crazy. But as he tasted the lips from Marlette... He would feel like in the paradise. His cheeks were now blushed.

While Marlette blushed too, enjoying that wished kiss for then slowly stop and separate away a bit with a slow open of their eyes.

"I... I can't even describe this..."

Kaine softly said while looking down, all flusttered.

Marlette smirked lightly.

"May you can't describe it, but yes you felt it."

She took a bit of his hair and caressed it, enjoying the soft textures. While Kaine would close his eyes, Accepting her gesture that makes him feel loved.

These two were like in a stasis, they even ignored the few public from the background, but as Annabelle came and saw them very closed, she made a very uncomfortable expression, Marlette rolled her eyes as she saw the pink haired woman, then she moved separating and took her glass of wine for drink it.

"You saw nothing."

She sharply mentioned, deadly eyes wanting silence with the stare while Kaine would have his face all red by apart the kiss, the aswell shame.

Marlette somehow expressed in a very indirect way a display of territorial behavior, and indirect, because she wasn't dumb and wouldn't like mess the things and be seen like a sort of "toxic", which she is not but, yes territorial for now at Annabelle, who just kept herself fully silent and kept working and Kaine just tried drink his Margarita like nothing happened.

When they finished their drinks, Marlette felt a wave of relaxation, damn, a long time she didn't drink the sweet and fermented juice from the grapes. She seemed like she would like take a rest due her brain being slowly satisfied, is very rare see her tired at nights which she was often more active at those late hours.

Kaine was very chill aswell, his always bad mood was gone temporary. Seeing the tall woman tired, he understood her status, so with a slow standing up movement, he offered his hand for help her get up, no, she wasn't drunk fortunately.

Almost an hour later, they arrived to the apartment, Kaine looked around by the all whole silence, but it was basically Aracely who left the place for who knows what she was doing. Entering Kaine would later close the door and lock it for obvious security, then he went to Marlette for now, clarify the things but first make sure if she was alright.

"Are you tired? You can rest on the bed im sleeping."

"No no, the couch is enough for me."

"Couch no, don't be ridiculous, c'mere."

Ahh, the old stubborn mule sides from them appearing again after a while.

"Kaine no, i won't sleep on your bed, is yours not mines, i shouldn't do that."

"Marlette, i don't have problem with that, c'mon, at least for a moment okay?"

She sighed as he tried to convice him, then she accepted.

"Fine then..."

Then, they both went to the bedroom, Kaine watched her slowly lay down on the soft bed, sighing and closing her eyes.

"All comfortable?"

"Sí thanks... But where you'll sleep?"

"I take the sofa. No worries i've slept in worst places so i am used to it."

He shrugged, Marlette thought, she wouldn't like see a long haired man laying down on a sofa.

"Why not... Share a peaceful night together?"

That made Kaine wide his eyes a little, at the start he was kinda nervous but as he noticed he was alone and... By that kiss, he slowly walked to her and slowly would lay down next her.

"I am... Sorry if i am messing up the things here."

"Is alright, for now nothing from you annoys me."

Okay, now time to clarify!

"Since... Uh, that... Kiss you just gave me... That means are we in something... Else?"

He quietly asked, while Marlette looked at his eyes directly, then she slowly moved to see him being so close, face to face.

"Could be, only if you wish. Is very strange that somehow i fell on your webs."

The blue eyes stared at the brown eyes of the man, sensing a feeling of be wanted.

Or.

A burning desire.

As Kaine was laid down facing up, Marlette without another word to say git adove of his pelvis, making him blush, damn she was a bit heavy by her musculature. But he didn't pay attention to him, then she lowered herself to both faces in almost a nule distance.

⚠️BEWARE SENSUAL SCENE.⚠️

"But, you was the first one on falls from my webs. This might can be painfully delicious..."

A low and husky voice tone from her displayed seduction, something Kaine had shivers from his spine when he heard that hidden voice.

Then she would kiss him again, and this time was slower and deeper, her hands sliding under his crimson shirt and caressing his torso. Her tongue would slowly slide in, Kaine would let out a low grunt and let himself flow from the unique moment. Then his strong hands started to caress her waist and held it, then she broke the kiss and smirked, her face slight blushed and his more blushed. Then she got up from him and from the bed, using her organic webs she closed the bedroom's window, curtain and door.

The flaming sensations from the man started to feel something he never in his whole life felt, staring at that body he now secretly was excited to see. But Marlette wasn't an easy woman, she raised up her index finger, giving a serious look, then moved it pointing at his shirt and make a movement to the other side.

Kaine at the start didn't understand, but as she did again he pointed at his own shirt, which she nodded. Oh, he knew now. With some embarrassment he took off his shirt, displaying his muscular body, with scars, and a unique patterned tattoo on his shoulder. His chest was hairy aswell his... Happy trail.

Marlette seemed to be interested, liking that body he had, with slow nods she gestured to stay on the bed which he listened and sat down, feeling a bit... Hungry...

Then she would turn around, and slowly take off her crop top, and putting her hair to the other side.

Kaine in that moment saw something widened his eyes.

A ton of scars with lightning patterns would be going from the neck to the final of the back. For him, it was like a masterpiece for him, like staring at the natural art from her skin.

She slowly turned lightly her head for see him.

"Sembri interessato..." [Interested you seem.]

That accent,idiom and words... Sounded so more actractive than her spanish language. A fresh and desired italian side from her, something very rarely happens from her because she wasn't used speak much of that language. But thanks by her italian father.

The clone Parker felt so attracted, even then as he took a sigh, he suddenly would feel an indescribable smell that made his heart racing and feel his body like in a hell.

He felt like the classic grumpy Kainy left, to now a desired and hungry predator towards his prey.

Or more like... His stronger predator aswell.

"I.. I don't fucking know what you mean but please... Let me feel you..."

A needy voice came from his lips and started to shiver, he needed her. Slowly he went to her, for many would think Kaine seemed to be top in a relation.

But the papers are reversed this time. At least for now.

Marlette, behaving like the dangerous female spider, staring at the shorter male being needy for her contact, stayed still and allow him come closer.

A hug appeared from him, one from behind, his hands caressing her half clothed body and hugging her waist, he was a bit shorter, but it didn't matter. Then more needy voices came from himself.

"Please... Marlette... I need you in everything..."

His fingers slowly sliding on her abs, god he was shivering more, Marlette sighed and turned around to see him at the eyes, and with a surprise she used her webs for tie his neck, then pulling at her like she did earlier.

"Better show yourself at this... Because if not, too bad. A female spider would already ate the male."

She growled, that dominant and fierce behavior from her made Kaine gulp, and blush more.

"Big Beauty... P-please..."

"Follow every command i say... And you'll get the authorization for control as a reward."

She pulled more, slightly choking him. Kaine gasped and his face became red now. A slow movement from her lips went to his neck as she pushed and sat him down on the bed's edge, giving from small kisses, licks then to small hickeys to now bites. By those actions from her mouth made him groan, to also moan lowly, eyes all shut and enjoying totally the love dominance towards her.

"Fuck mommy..."

That excited word made her stop and grinned raising an eyebrow.

"Hah, you look so adorable when you are like that... What a good boy you are."

Kaine breathed, feeling himself burning and wabt explode. Then Marlette would kiss him fiercely with a mumbled groan and moan, both laying down on the bed and let the show start.

You clearly know what was happening next then.

And didn't pass minutes from it.

No.

Hours.

Not many hours obviously but, since they both had such super stamina in their bodies, well.

The next day later... The day came from that intense night.

Kaine and Marlette were naked together on the bed, he was hugging her, being the small spoon, both with bite marks and hickeys on their necks, but Kaine had more on his neck and shoulders...

Indeed, this female arachnid ate her male.

But all the fire turning off, Kaine would feel peacefully sleeping like that, the natural warmth from him became one of his favorite things, along her scent. And he won't wake up from this again.

He wanted her.

He liked her.

He loved her.

He now, belong to her.

And her, belong to his.

Meanwhile in the Spider-Society, Ben Reilly would be hidden in a random zone, getting a call from the leader Miguel O'hara, as he accepted the hologram appeared.

"Is many days she didn't appear. So please, Track her."

The cold voice from him commanded, Ben with a worried face and unsure slowly nodded along a sigh, then he would put his mask on, and went to a portal swinging...

Sorry for the explicit scene! But this is a kinda serious series has everything but after all is not too detailed.

IF YOU ARE A MINOR I WON'T BE RESPONSIBLE. DNI.

#mar's random shit #webbed scars #kaine x marlette

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