Anisa (and Onil)

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Onil on a dining table with a bag of snacks

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They got him. They shot Dr Hands.

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Once Upon A Dream
Only a true love's kiss can save the King from the curse of an endless sleep. But is he the right man for it?
PS. Sleeping Beauty but make it Aragorn x Boromir
Tags: Aragorn x Boromir
Fairy Tale AU. Sleeping Beauty. Crack fic. Romance. Meet cute. Love at first sight. Curses.
Dragons.
Note: I blame Reechie for this.
Boromir first met him in a dream-or so he thought.

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SCENT 2
WIND OVER MINAS TIRITH
Aromatic - Fresh - Woody
Eucalyptus rises first, comforting and open. Peppermint sharpers the air with a cool edge, while Ozone keeps the opening clean and spocious, carying the feeling of wind moving over white stone. As the scent reaches the heart, Fig brings a soft rounded warmth whils Ginger odd a quet spark of spice that begins to pull the freshness toward the deeper wooch below. Horb, Violet, and Jasmine Sambac keep the heart light and composed, gling the scent some elegance rather than letting it become too heary too quickly.
As the scont settles, the base becomes warmer and heavier. Cedarwood and Rozewood take the leod, forming a spiced woody structure. Ambroxan odds wormth beneoth them, while Vetiver giws the drydown a fant sweetness. Whitewood softens everything with a powdery finish, balancing the weight of the spicier woods.
"Heart Note
Base Note
Fig. Ginger, Herb, Violet, Jasmne
Sombac
Witewied, Cedarwood, Vetiver,

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Sean Bean

Sean Bean

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Onil posing in front of his own self portrait

Con O’Neill for London Pride, wearing a T-shirt that says “I’m proud of you, free dad hugs” decorated with pride and trans foags

Onil at Lawang Sewu, Semarang, Indonesia

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Boromir made a gesture to let that go. “Now. I’ll just be honest with you, like I always do,” he continued. “Tonight, I’m in a very vulnerable state. A breaking point. At this stage, I find myself craving for a release. Wanting to leave behind all the usual.”

Aragorn did not show any reaction.

“I’m once again haunted by the same question. The one that came up that night.”

“And what is the answer to that question?”

“The answer is you.”

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"My trousers? Trousers, where is it ... Oh, it's over there!"
"Did you even listen??" Boromir would not hesitate to throw that trousers away if Aragorn was going to pay more attention to it. "Your wife walked in on us shagging on the floor! In your own home!"
"Her name's Arwen, by the way. I should do a proper introduction."
"Yes, thank you very much! Preferably, not when my dick is FRESH OUT OF YOUR ARSE."

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Faramir smirked. "Is Dad still trying to set you up with that dentist's daughter?"
"Oh, there's the pilot's daughter now."
There was no way to hide the disgust in Faramir's face. "Why is he lining up everyone's daughter in front of you!?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Goodness. Ugh." Faramir shuddered at the absurdity of it all, so he took a swig of his drink to distract himself. But he eventually dropped another question for his brother: "You know that he won't stop doing this, right?"
Boromir certainly knew, but his answer was firm:
"I'm not going to come out to him."
"But ... Don't you think it's time?"

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There's no easy way to say this
And I appreciate that you always try to look after him. You're the only one who does really. In that household
But I think this time'll be different
You need to give him space
The fuck was even a 'space', Boromir hissed to himself. However, when he typed his replies, he told Eowyn that he understood-
especially when she added that Now it's not just
between him and the old man. There's our son as well.
Before he could finish typing everything he wanted to say, another message came in. It was from a work colleague asking if Boromir would be available for a quick call in five. Unwanted as it was, a work message on Saturday night was not unusual. But that particular night was different. With a surging fury ("Fuck this!!"), he threw his phone to the back seat before punching down the steering wheel.
There was a strong urge to destroy something as anger flared through his nervous system, a sensation that he let out with a scream and a pull of his hair.
That night, everyone messed up in one go, as if they all conspired against him. He would not even give the work message another look-for once, he did not give a damn about commitment, even if it would cost him some opportunities. His family came first, but Boromir could not even be sure which one infuriated him the most: His father's nascissistic tondencies? His brother's refusal to clear this out as soon as possible? The fact that they fought in front of Elboron, showing the poor child the dysfunction he was born in?
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'family' on social media
She also sent out fake wedding invitations.

Onil standing by the window, showing a heavily polluted city that is almost opaque

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This Saturday
"Did you receive the thing I sent you?"
"Yeah, thanks, Dad. I used them to make the salad."
"Oh, excellent." The old man massaged his own hands excitedly, peeking behind his son's shoulders. "This should be great. Only you can make them the way your mother used to!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Now please move away, I need to carry this."]
It was just another Saturday, but Boromir's kitchen already looked like Christmas. In addition to the roast beef in the oven, there was a pot of soup that he just finished working on, ready to be moved to the rightful bowl on the countertop-right next to another bowl of mashed potatoes and an assortment of vegetables.
The man himself was solely in charge of all these creations-with his father Denethor watching behind him, occasionally helping with the salt (*It's right over there, Dad. Ugh. Let me fetch it myself."). As each cooking process was completed, Boromir glanced at the clock warily, but this time he knew he had to do something. "Dad, they should be here anytime now."
"Let me get the door."
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He waited as Aragorn lifted a finger and gestured for Boromir to be quiet. Then, as carefully as it began, he landed that finger on Boromir’s lips—an indirect kiss—before he spoke again. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“…”

“We have all the time in the world.” Aragorn’s rough palms were soon on Boromir’s cheeks, forcing him to keep eye contact as he was guided to the gentlest kiss he had ever had.

This was not how Boromir usually did it. His body tensed; his eyes refused to shut. His mind rushed to form words of negotiation—things he could say to bring back control into the situation—for no lover had ever done this to him. No one was ever supposed to.

But Aragorn ended the kiss before Boromir could get them out. “Let me admire you,” he whispered. His fingers had moved down to Boromir’s shirt, unbuttoning it one by one without waiting for permission.

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His moaning filled the room as the comforting breeze touched his skin. Boromir could no longer find it in him to stay still as the other man's desire consumed him. He sensed kisses and bites in every part, from his exposed back to his erect cock, and standing up became such a chore.
He eventually found his way to the king-sized bed. Laying down there, he took a breather as he watched Aragorn undressed. The man had even more tattoos than him-Boromir just had to observe them closer, possibly with his kisses. He also loved how Aragorn is a perfect balance between height and build, that he was both strong and flexible.
When he crawled towards him, Boromir could only say one thing: "You're so beautiful."
"Not the only thing you'll say about me after this."
"Please. Please, I can't... I ... I need you."
Aragorn stopped to observe Boromir. He seemed to consider something as he caressed the man's messed up hair. Then, his smile grew. "You use your words. I like that."

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As Aragorn got busy with his keys, trying to open the door, Boromir sneakily traced his hand down the other man's thigh-not giving a damn if there were other guests passing them by in the corridor. He wanted to admire the feeling of that man's flesh underneath the fabric, and was delighted to sense a reaction. Even as the door clicked open, Aragorn took a moment to pause, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
This was why Boromir did not hesitate.
Once the door slammed shut, he pushed that man to the wall and began to hungrily taste him-dragging his kisses down his neck while his hand moved from Aragorn's thighs to his middle. He sensed his opponent's hurrying breath, which he took as an encouragement, and he was just about to grasp his crotch when ...
Aragorn signalled him to back off.
Lifting both hands like he was under arrest, Boromir was quite puzzled-did he misread anything? Either way, there was nothing to do but to step back and wait.
Boromir watched as Aragorn lifted a finger and gestured as if he wanted Boromir to be quiet.

Onil wearing a Javanese attire in front of Lawang Sewu, Semarang, Central Java

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I may hate Denethor, but that outfit is so teaaaa

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Oh, he wanted to talk about hobbies. "Ah. The gym, family. Not married, but I have a nephew.
Tried to meet him every week."
Aragorn smiled. "You adore him."
"Oh, kid is brilliant! Takes after my brother—he's an academic, by the way. He—my nephew—is at the age where he wants to be really helpful, putting things inside the trash can ... but sometimes he also throws his parents' phone and keys there." Boromir ended it with a chuckle—but it was not long until he sighed and began again. "But yeah, I ... I feel most alive in the kitchen, I guess."
"The kitchen."
"Yeah, I love to entertain. Having guests over.
Tweaking recipes." Boromir took a sip of his drink. "What do they call it these days, love languages? Mine is definitely cooking."
"Do you consider that your calling?"
Boromir had to consider that briefly. "I mean ... I started out because we lost our mother so young. And my brother just depended on me for these things." He shrugged. "But ... there is just this ... flow, you know."
Aragorn nodded.

Onil in a puffy black skirt

Onil wearing a scrunchie as a skirt

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The first thing he noticed was that he had seen this person before. The next thing that came in his mind was holy shit—he better get his phone out and text Faramir.
Because Aragorn Elessar was standing next to him at the bar.
Their gaze met—and Boromir found himself wanting to turn away from those deep, grey eyes. For reasons that had nothing to do with getting his phone out. He bit his lips and picked up his courage-and saw Aragorn watching him with a trace of a smile.
"Long day?" He asked.
Boromir forced a smile. "At this rate, it's just Thursday."
"Ha! Good one."
"Thanks."
The bartender appeared-soon Aragorn got busy having a conversation with him. This actually gave Boromir a chance to observe the man and his looks-something about that dark suit and long, greying hair. He was also quite surprised to learn that Aragorn was a soft-speaking man. For some reason, he expected every politician to be loud and obnoxious.

Onil inside a train

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He was at this glitzy, five star hotel downtown for a business conference. The consultancy that he worked with was a sponsor-they were launching a new report and he presented that onstage. All those routine works, honestly. By 7PM, after the networking dinner at the ballroom, all of the constant handshakes and small talks became too much to bear—so he was glad to find a small bar hidden in a corner of the second floor.
It was almost hard to believe that this bar was located inside a hotel that was bustling with conference activities. When Boromir walked in, there was no one there but a friendly young bartender, welcoming him with a smile. The room was dim; the interior was reminiscent of the early 20th century. Suffice to say, Boromir was content. He ordered a glass of single malt whiskey and sat down.
The bartender only made a minimal attempt at small talk, though Boromir did not mind a little conversation. When the bartender turned away to get busy with tasks again, Boromir lit up a cigarette—no vape for him—and took off his suit jacket. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and took another drag of his cigarette.
The soft jazzy tune that was playing in the background feels better this way. Boromir could feel it taking his mind off things, especially whenever he exhaled and closed his eves.

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Boromir Steward saw himself as a pragmatic man. Whether in business or personal matters, if something failed to prove practical, measurable results, then he would not be interested in it.
This was particularly true when it came to politicians.
He could not even remember when he first heard of Aragorn Elessar, but he could recall the distrust he felt when his brother raved about him.
This one is different, Faramir said over beer. He started from grassroots; he was fully funded by the community. He was pro-people and firm against billionaires. This Aragorn man would make an impact, and Boromir would not want to miss being on the right side of history.
Yeah, right. He sipped his beer. How long until he reveals himself to be pro-war, and you all act surprised that a politician is a politician?
Faramir tried to debate him, but Boromir was not to be moved.

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After a minute of silence, as if it was on command, a dark purple Mercedes Benz entered the premises. With a little help from the doorman, Bonnet entered the vehicle-then faced the two people at the front seat.
Unlike Bonnet and his formal attire that night, the two people seemed to be clad in mostly leather.
The first gentleman—Teach—sat on the driver's seat. He tapped the steering wheel playfully with his glove-covered hands, humming a popular Cantonese song. His long hair and beard were impressive; he certainly took great care of them.
He also seemed to be loving his leather jacket.
The other gentleman—used to be known as Dr Hands, but nowadays he was just 'Hands' —did not seem to be happy about whatever situation they were in. His short hair and beard was neat and tidy; he seemed to have rocked this style since forever. He wore a black T-shirt with his leather vest. Like Teach, he also wore sunglasses like it was not 8 PM already.
"I told you. If we just stick to the university tonight, there is no risk for us to ..."
"Yes, but we have hunted there for two months straight. Won't be long until they suspect something."

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Her instinct—instilled in her by years of conditioning—was to shut her legs shut, but his kisses on her thighs weakened her. Most importantly, she wanted him there: to have a taste of her, and to prepare her for himself.

He started with tiny kisses. When she threw her head back, she could feel herself opening up to him like a rose. She also became pleasantly aware of every change: from the pain as he dug his nail into her thigh to the heat from his breath. To the gentle, exploratory lick of his tongue. They felt so natural, so right—that when he moved away, she knew that it was not a separation.

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That proved to be the assurance he needed. Eowyn watched as doubt ceased to exist in his gaze. Faramir took a step forward to claim what was offered to him.
With an easy familiarity, he uncovered what these garments— his own clothes-were hiding, causing Eowyn to gasp everytime an item she wore dropped to the floor.
Soon, she stood there with nothing but his gaze on her skin—and she deeply, madly needed to feel his body on hers. But instead of another embrace, she went on her knees instead. "Tell me. All those fair young men you encountered. How do they do it?"
Faramir rubbed his face-there was an interesting mix of excitement and embarrassment there. "Are you kidding me?"
But she was not kidding. Instead, her hands began working on undoing his trousers. "Did they use their hands?"
"..."
"Or did they use their mouth?"

Onil wearing a black furry scrunchie as a skirt and a bracelet that says Stizzy Real as a headband

Onil being hanged on a clothes dryer with rubber bands attached on his abdomen

Onil and flowers

David Wenham

David Wenham

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