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[eunoiaastralwings]

Is It Really Unrequited?

-ˋˏ ༻❁ featuring modern!celegorm x reader -ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien-the silmarillion -ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n for @i-did-not-mean-to spun the January Trope Roulette challenge! from @fellowshipofthefics with prompts of “mutual pinning” and “bodyguard au” - hope you like it :) ! - am so sorry this took this long. . .cliche af too - actually do not read it - probably ooc too am aint at a good place I REALLY CANNOT DO MODERN AU

You carefully stepped from the high stage – out of breath and drained from your performance, when suddenly a hand shot forward to help you down.

With a small hum you looked up, only to see Celegorm – your so called bodyguard your father had insisted upon. You knew Celegorm from a young age – he was your father’s student or apprentice after all.

He gave you a dashing grin – that made your heartbeat faster than it already was and more a moment you forgotten have to breath as it grew into a small smirk, his eyes shamelessly casting over your figure.

With a small smile of whatever is that you could muster, you took his calloused rough hands with a small thank you. Your body shivering slightly from the contact.

It was no lie, how much your heart yearned for him – but you could not bring yourself to say. It hurt you endlessly seeing him flirt his way through many. You wished desperately he would turn your way – at least once.

But you were always left as the person he was ordered to protect by your father. The media had already picked him up for his looks, not only that he was practically classed as a prince – anyone would wonder what he was doing as the bodyguard for some singer.

He probably hated the job for all you could know – but Celegorm was the only person your father could trust enough to protect you, who was still unaware of your feelings towards silver haired male.

“You looked dashing out there, doll.”

He said – his voice low and flirty making you gulp as you reached your dressing room.

“T-Thanks.”

You quickly mumble and get away from his hold to grab the water bottle near your dressing table – his touch was starting to make you flustered and his flirty tone did not help in the matter.

Just as you took the bottle, it was just as quickly taken off your hands.

You gave Celegorm a questioning look – only for him to hand you a chilled water drink from the fridge.

“Oh! Thank you, Celegorm.”

You said – taking the bottle to twist it open, but it already was for you.

You heard him scoff, receiving another questioning look from you as you began to drink.

“So it is Celegorm now, is it?”

He said – grabbing a bottle himself, his glared at it – his hand clenching it so hard, you were scared it would break somehow.

“Hmm. . .why?”

You wondered.

But a part you knew – you had always referred to him as Tyelko, his nickname. But you grown truly affectionate to that nickname sometimes it hurt to refer to him like – you needed to keep a distance, build a wall from further causing yourself heartache.

Tye- Celegorm would never choose you above the number of men and women that clamored around him, like moths to a flame.

“You always called me Tyelkormo. Why the sudden change? Or should I say changes? You look and interact me as am a stranger.”

He gazed up at you – the glaring softening slightly as he met eyes with you.

“Well, I mean-”

You began but he suddenly cut you off.

“Are you with him ?!”

You frowned at that question.

“With who?”

You tried to ask.

“That bloody actor, you are rumored to be with!”

He suddenly roared – it made you roar your eyes. Of course, when the media claimed that you were with someone Celegorm had the habit of getting mad, it made you incredibly frustrated as he claimed none of the celebrities you were rumored to be with were worth your time.

“You know what the media is like, Tyelko.”

You said softly and turned back your dressing table – looking through to find your schedule again.

You grumbled something under your breath – knowing your manager was going to scold you for losing it again.

Then suddenly, you were whipped around – a small yelp released from you.

Celegorm suddenly was towering over you and pushing you against the table.

You shivered in delight as one of his hand wrapped around your waist and the other came under your chin prompting you to look up at him as he raised your chin – your lips mere inches away from his.

You were practically inhaling his rich cologne.

“I need to know if that guy has my girl.”

He spoke �� for a moment his voice was dangerously low.

You knew Celegorm would never hurt – it was why you were not fighting against him.

But the way he referred to you as his girl. . .that made your knees tremble.

“W-What. . .?”

You asked – the shock clear in your voice.

“Tell me, petal. . .are you really with him?”

Celegorm’s voice was suddenly soft – like it was soft pleading, a silver of hope he seemed to be holding on to – and you, you had the power to shatter or cradle it.

Your eyebrows frowned though – all of this never happened before.

“Tyelko. . .why?- Why are you asking me this?”

Celegorm sighed and then his hand under your chin joined the one around your wait too – then he placed his forehead against your forehead.

After taking a second to breathe he finally answered:

“I cannot believe you do not see it for yourself, petal. . .Do you see me calling anyone else petal? Holding anyone else like this? Caring about anyone else?”

Your eyes blinked in shock – Celegorm had been like this. . .he was never really. . .soft.

“Tyelko. . .But you have been with others. . .”

You slowly said with a shrug as you looked down.

“Only because you seem disinterested in me. . .I was trying to get over you. But I cannot fucking do it.”

He admitted through gritted pulled you closer.

Celegorm rested his head on your shoulder and slowly you pulled you arms around his head to hug him back.

“I love you too. . .”

You admitted – knowing that had been the way Celegorm would confess his feelings. Your eyes teared up unbelievingly on what was happening.

“Finally!”

He said and pulled back, only to pull you right back in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his lips met your lips. You were frozen has his lips kissed you passionately.

“W-. . .Wait!”

You said – suddenly pushing him away and looked at with your wide eyes.

“You mean it?”

You asked – even though you had confessed, you were still very unsure about the whole ordeal.

With a lonely tear falling, you looked at him in a little worry. But Celegorm’s hand came forward and wiped it away gently.

“Of course, Y/N, I mean it! Why else would I beg your father to continuously for years to be your bodyguard, petal?”

Celegorm said softly.

That statement made you frown.

“What? You asked my father? W-What. . .Why?”

“From the moment I heard about your first dating moment, I really could not take it anymore, petal. . .I have not been with anyone since I took on this role, I promise you. . .”

He said – and he pressed a little kiss on your forehead.

“Tyelko. . .Why didn’t you tell me?”

You asked meekly.

“You were rejecting each of my advances, Petal. . . What could I do?”

Softly – you cupped his face. . .

“I didn’t realize. . .”

“It is alright – I have you to myself now. . .”

He smirked – hastily pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed back – giving into that passion. It was building up too – because you had not known of his feelings.

Celeg- Tyelko wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Finally. . .you are heart was rest, the aching healing through the firey love and affection Tyelko was showering you with. . .leaving you nothing but breathless, dizzy and addicted to more. . .

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[fereldandog]

your canon DA worldstate

as veilguard's premiere comes closer, an ask game with a couple of lore-heavy questions for your warden/hawke/inquisitor — answer for all three in your canon worldstate, or for the protagonist of your choice.

your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor's opinion on Orlais?

are they skilled in The Grand Game?

opinion on blood magic?

attitude towards Andrastianism?

attitude towards the Chantry?

attitude towards the Qun?

if they had to choose one person most important to them, who would that be?

who do they hate the most, and do they have an arch-nemesis?

what is their love language? 

are they good horse riders?

what are their religious beliefs, if any?

attitude towards Mabari?

their thoughts on the Grey Warden order?

who are they closest to from their family?

preferred weapon of choice?

do they get sentimental about their weapons or armour?

what were they like as a child?

do they have any irrational fears?

are they afraid of death?

where would they like to be buried?

what is their biggest regret?

have they ever been to Tevinter?

do they have, or want to have, children?

what languages can they speak?

what did they plan for their life to look like before the events of the game happened?

do they get a happy ending?

[kcamberart]

new Dragon Age coming soon, nature is healing

[pomefioredove]

hi hi there! I'm not sure if I'm doing this correctly, but can I request vil comforting the reader through a breakup? (totally not self indulgent comfort) I love your writing so much and you write vil so well. Thank you!

anon this isn't related to any exes but I have a bunch of highly specific reaction images in my gallery to use when I describe a person (usually a man) I personally think vil schoenheit would hate

summary: vil has always hated your ex type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: implied romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, hurt/comfort

There are very few things Vil Schoenheit is ever wrong about.

Even when he wants to be.

There are a million and one ways he could have said I told you so.

He might have even given himself a little pat on the back if the timing was better, but this was about you, not him and his excellent judge of character.

He never liked that person.

Thus, when you had turned up at his door not too long ago, looking like a kicked puppy, that was his very first guess.

And now, he dabs at the corners of your eyes with a silk handkerchief, trying to salvage the lovely makeup look he'd recommended earlier while you talk.

Another cascade of tears fall down your cheeks as you describe the nature of the emergency. He winces.

"Oh, dear. Please tell me you dumped them,"

You shake your head.

One part of Vil is aghast. The other is offended. Not only on your behalf, but at the simple fact that anyone could break up with someone he held in such high regard.

Are they ignorant? Stupid?

How could anyone be so foolish as to let you get away...?

"It's for the better," Vil says, tilting your chin up to prevent any more tears from falling down your pretty cheeks.

You sniffle. "I know you never liked them, but..."

"This isn't about that," he says it plainly, even though it's half a lie. "This is about the fact that you had ever entertained such a character. They're not worth a second of your time, do you hear me?"

You're quiet for a moment, not sure how to respond to his sudden attempt at boosting your confidence.

"It's just complicated,"

"Relationships tend to be. Hold still for me, dear," he picks a stray eyelash off your cheek.

Vil doesn't believe in things like wishing on eyelashes, but even as he blows it off the tip of his finger, he's thinking of you.

"You will survive," he turns back to you, smiling slightly. "Even with your terrible taste in partners."

"If you had it your way, you'd interview every person I liked,"

He rolls his eyes. "Tsk. You say that like it's a bad thing,"

Even now, you can't help a small, weak laugh. There was something rather impressive about the way he could lift your spirits without even trying.

The same thought seems to occur to him, and he smiles, delicately wiping away another tear with the tip of his finger.

"I just don't think I'll meet anyone up to the Vil standard,"

"Good thing you don't have to," he smiles, almost teasingly. "I'm right here, after all."

Another eyelash is wiped away along with the tear, though this time, as he blows it away, he makes a wish.

[rileyclaw]

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wintery junk but it’s post thanks to them

[eurodynamic]

STARFIELD September 6, 2023 Bethesda Game Studios

[mujimujidaruma]

🎰 " .. A chip is worth a miracle."

[fiyrball6063]

Testing out tones

[sableprince]

i like frog very much.

(i did not get the glenn human ending, but i wanted to draw this anyway. just because.)

[literallyjusttoa]

Lub you Lester Papadopoulos, the biggest blorbo skrimbly skrunkly eeby deeby light of my life plinko horse ooey gooey pathetic little meow meow beebo cheesecake to ever exist. <3

[koschei-the-ginger]

When the middle aged actor I am currently obsessed with plays a sad dad in a low/mid budget movie

[eunoiaastralwings]

CALA - SON OF THE MOON AND SUN

@sorisooyaa I love you thank you </3 Cala - oc, the son of Arien and Tilion

[asherenjoysbeingtransparent]

Encore

[baylardian-1]

she's been putting it off............................

[akkivee]

the next piece of doppo merch if he doesn’t quit his job by the end of the next drama release

[ordinaryschmuck]

You want to know the best part about Deadpool and Wolverine's final battle?

It's that you can ABSOLUTELY believe that most of the Deadpools were clearly hamming it up for the effect of making the fight that more fun and cinematic as Deadpool and Wolverine chop them to bits. They're Deadpools. Of course they care more about making a scene look cool than anything else.