#lirion

RUNNING IN THE 90S-

Fire lizards from left to right: @kit-chat, @teshadraws, @apiancat, me

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*Lasgen’s turn*

Kidnapper: we have your daughter.

Thranduil: no, you don’t.

Kidnapper:

Kidnapper: y-yes, we do.

Thranduil: no, you don’t. Have a good day. *hangs up phone*

Kidnapper: wh- *incoherent screaming*

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*Lirion’s turn*

Kidnapper: take him back!

Thranduil, having just picked up the phone: no.

Kidnapper: please, he’s talking about how he would cut us open to see how our organs move!

Thranduil: well, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped him then.

Kidnapper: oh god, now he’s talking about genetically altering us so our children look like blob fish-

Thranduil: calm down, he hasn’t gotten to the stage where he’s threatening to go back in time and wipe your entire family line from existence yet. You have time.

Kidnapper: he’s going to what?!?

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*Kleoyia’s turn*

Thranduil: *dials a number*

Kleoyia: *picks it up as she’s grabbing a knife* oh hey, ada!

Thranduil: a little birdy told me you had been kidnapped.

Kleoyia: that? Oh, yeah, but then i got bored and decided to switch our places.

Thranduil: ah, ok. Be home by dark and tell me what you’ve got out of them when you’re back.

Kleoyia: gotcha! *hangs up*

Kleoyia, pointing a knife at the tied up kidnappers who are crying: oh don’t cry, i have a feeling we’ll get to know each other very well.

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*Legolas’s turn*

Kidnapper: we have your son.

Thranduil: uhuh.

Kidnapper: we want-

Legolas: *muffled through the phone* Tell him i’m not filling out paperwork for getting kidnapped!

Kidnapper, to legolas: Hey! Shut it!

Legolas: oi! I’m not taking responsibility for your mistakes!

Kidnapper, to accomplice: i thought i told you to gag him!

Accomplice: i did!

Kidnapper: well clearly not good enough seeing as he’s still speaking! Now, THIS is how you gag some- where did he go?

Accomplish: *starts screaming*

Kidnapped: *SCREACHING* IT’S A GODDAMNED DEMON- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!

Thranduil:

Completed Book Aesthetics

"Goodnight England."

"Good morning Miami."

Okay for Barnago I’d say 21 and/or 29.

Aaaand, since you offered for other ships too (and I’m content deprived and can’t resist…) may I very humbly ask for my girl Lizzie and Orion for 22? 👉👈

I don’t want this ask to be too long so I can shoot you a message if you need info, if you like?

I know you asked for Barnago first, but honestly I'm having a hard time figuring out what to write, so I'll post it separately later and tag you ;)

I might've gotten a bit excited, they're really lovely - also I didn't expect to get this foolish writing Orion, but here I am xD I shouldn't expect less from myself.

From this prompt list.

Ship: Lizzie Jamesson × Orion Amari

Time: Post Hogwarts, few years later ig

Wordcount: 1.1k

CW: Short injury description, kissing in the rain 💕

Orion closes the front door after watching Bean and her sister disapparate from the front pathway with a loud crack, the last of their guests. The house is finally silent. The place is left messy, but he doesn’t mind, there were many things to be celebrated and agitated hearts have agitated hands - Lizzie had finally recovered from her injury enough to soon be returning to play; and the debut this very place where the very party took place, their brand new house, finally theirs.

He fills the sink with aguamenti and seeks the glasses and plates left scattered around the living room and levitates them to the kitchen to be washed, enchanting a broom to swipe while he adjusts the pillows and photo frames the way she likes.

After he’s done, Orion walks out into the chill air of the large balcony, his bare step almost soundless on the wood. “They’re gone and the house as you like it.”

Lizzie’s sitting on the bannister swinging her bare feet back and forth, rolling her empty flute between beautiful fingers. “You’re the best. Though I could’ve helped.”

“Not before I’m certain you’re completely healed.”

Lizzie has had a great fall over the stands in her last Wigtown game against the Ballycastle Bats, a fall which earned her a broken leg, both radius and ulna poking through skin, and the worst of all, torn the ligament of her inner elbow, the one of the injuries that couldn’t be healed as quickly as the others. The game was lost with the sudden change of players and the concern towards her, but Wigtown reached enough points to keep on with the championship, unfortunately without her.

“Besides, the less effort you make before it’s absolutely necessary, the better.”

She gives a little smile - the injury was truly horrible and painful, so was the healing process, but she can’t deny that being taken care of by Orion, who also resigned from participating for the rest of the season to do so, did her well, to give up control and be under his tender attention and care. She needed the rest after over six months of playing and training almost without rest, she needed to be close to him; she got both wrapped with a bow.

“You’ll end up making me the most spoiled player in present quidditch.”

Orion can't help but stop and watch her for a silent minute. She's beautifully tired in her white strap dress, her silky hair loose behind her back, the breathtaking view rapidly falling into night above the mountain range and woods below. The wind blows her hair back in glorious waves and his heart swells with glee.

He finally steps forward. “As much as I appreciate our companions, there’s only true harmony with the two of us.”

“But it heightens it, doesn’t it? The rustle makes the quiet even louder. Even sweeter.”

He rests his elbows on the bannister facing the house and leans back. “Uhum. Just listen.”

“It’s almost like music,” she whispers.

“What do you hear in the silence?”

“The whistle of a golden snitch. I’m no seeker, but I guess I got the sound ingrained in my brain. What about you? What does the silence grace you with?”

He doesn’t hesitate a second. “The sound of your voice.”

Her cheeks become warm, a soft giggle. “Now you make me sound silly.”

“No, what you hear is also music to me.” His smile is giving and his eyes warm watching her smile shyly. He slides closer to be against her side. “You make me happy therefore what brings you joy brings me twice the joy.”

There's a moment of silence after which she chuckles. She pets down his soft hair before placing a kiss on it, the delicious familiar scent making her stomach flutter, the thick dark brown reflecting the orange-red from the fading sunset. “Oh, this is a gift, to be alone with you.”

He reaches out for her hand which she offers willingly. “I reflect your feelings, my precious star.”

“I don’t know what could make this more perfect.”

And as the words leave her lips, the drizzle catches up to them in thin and even cold drops like a curtain taking over the house’s surroundings, both begin laughing with the heavens' perfect timing. Neither moves to escape it, instead, he lifts his face welcoming the water while she watches how it falls onto the valley of trees below with thunderous sound.

He drops his head on her shoulder, feeling the rain on his cheek. “I had no idea you had a knack for prophecy, dear.”

“I don’t think this makes anything more perfect. Especially considering how long I took to style my hair.”

“A moment’s perfectness lies in its singularity. We’ll never have this moment again, isn’t it perfect in this single fact?”

She cups his cheek. “I wouldn’t say it’s the rain that is making it perfect.”

He smiles before stretching up to meet her lips, the water streaming down their faces giving the kiss a unique touch. Her lips barely part and he can already taste the cherry wine left on her tongue. She has been waiting the whole night long to kiss him, not in a chaste smooch or soft brush of lips, but hungry like she often is for him.

His lips linger barely touching her, a teasing tongue licking into her mouth, letting wet skin graze softly, very aware of the influence of the brush of his beard on her sensitive skin. She impatiently grabs his shirt to pull him closer, the fabric damp under her palm - his patience also made him an exemplar teaser.

He laughs against her before standing between her legs and finding his way into her mouth as she desired, the rain falling thicker on them by this point. Lizzie runs a hand up his back feeling the muscles under the soaked shirt, and at the signal of her touch, he pulls her even closer, chest to chest. Her breath gets progressively heavier and his body warmer despite the cold, the sound of their hearts drumming heavy and fast like the rain surrounding them.

Ecstasy high, hands quick, he shifts his attention to her slender neck making her face the rain in the process, not even that able to placate the heat rising in her chest thanks to him. Too much to stay out here in their drenched freezing clothes, she’s restless and he’s famished.

The rainfall loud enough she has to shout, clinging to his shoulders. “Take me inside. Orion, take us inside.”

She doesn’t have to say it again, he pulls her from the bannister without difficulty and she locks strong legs around his waist, all without ever breaking the kiss, dripping their way into the house.

earelloxtiruvai

The rogue managed to wipe the smirk off his face just as the Archmage managed to recover herself from choking on her wine. He had expected that sort of reaction, after all.

“I’ve weathered my fair share of storms over the years,” he grinned back to her words. “I’d say I’m more than competent and rough waters have never really scared me. Far from it.” He lived for the thrill, after all…else why would have chosen the sort of profession he had?

“Red is quite a charming color on you, by the way,” he couldn’t resist the comment

@earelloxtiruvai

“Tides help me. I’m sure you are quite competent,” she thought.

Jaina’s gaze slid to the side as she sipped her wine, feeling heat creep up her face. Deciding she’d drank just enough to allow the conversation to continue along its current path, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slow. Her blue eyes twinkled as they met his. What price morals?

“Thank you. A friend once told me that red was not a color, but an attitude.” She smiled sweetly.

Lasgen, who’s gotten more siblings in the last 2 millennia, than in the 4 before that: Oh c’mon, Ada, not again!

Lirion: Does anyone know who the sperm donor might be?