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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Possessive/obsessive behavior, violence/injuries, mental breakdowns, slight nsfw

Genre: hurt comfort

| Possesive! Technoblade |

Despite the howling wilds of the icy tundra Technoblade couldn't ignore how impossibly hot he was. He'd like to blame it on the withering effect, but it had long since stopped eating away at his flesh, and they had long since left the nether. His vision was clear, almost too clear as it seemed the rest of his senses had long since abandoned him. His ears rang with the untamed voices hidden behind his eyes. 'Ours ours ours' 'their taking care of us' 'their gonna get cold take them home' 'keep them warm' 'hold them'. He could barely stand upright, let alone walk even with the help of his dearest companion. Oh, you, your arm around him felt so comforting, so safe, so warm. Despite how suck the heat was making him already he found himself desperately leaning into your touch.

Forgetting how much he weighed he easily took the two of you down. Pressing you into the snow he rested his head against your stomach, blaze powder smearing across his skin as he shielded you from the unfortunate weather. He quickly took notice of how metallic you smelled, you didn't smell like warm milk and freshly baked bread. You didnt smell like you. Letting out a frustrated snarl he dug his face further into you, his mouth agape as he fruitlessly searched for your scent amongst the clutter.

Although you had been trying to converse with the piglin, it seemed to do nothing but tire your jaw. The only noises that left the piglin were incoherent chants and a strange purring like noise that seemed to rumble through his chest.

You trusted Technoblade with your life, hell you'd chase him to the ends of the earth. But fear still coursed through you like a strike of lightening when he tackled you to the snowy field below. A relieved sigh escaped your lips as the only thing you felt, besides the stinging of the cold, was Technoblade rubbing his face against you. Your hands found themselves gently petting his head. You were trapped, that was for certain. Racking your brain for what Phil taught you to do when Techno had lost it you laid in silence for a long moment.

All you could remember were the violent tips, he wasn't violent however. He was in fact, quite the opposite. Almost like how clingy an animal gets in their rut, did, did techno take an interest in you? Or did the voices? A blush began to creep it's way onto your face as you realized how intimate he had been recently.

Grounding! He was grounding himself with you. You almost chuckled at your own nativity, of course he was just trying to clear his head. Theres no way in hell he had actually fancied you!

With no other options then advice for a separate situation you took a deep breath and began to gently pet the giants head. Earning soft hums of approval, "Tech? Texhnoblade can you hear me?". No response, laying your head back you stared up at the graying sky. You were gonna catch the maddest cold after this.

You continues to run your hands over the Piglins back and shoulders, carefully avoiding his wound, for what seemed like an hour. Your shoulders were beginning to cramp and Techno had only held onto you even tighter. This clearly wasn't working, honestly you had almost fallen asleep in this position before the gentle crunching of snow approached you.

Turning your head to the side you gave the familiar figure a nervous smile. "Hey Phil, I uh, need some help" you admit, gesturing with your tired hands to the man atop of you. The blonde let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head as he drew nearer, hardly taking notice of how Techno's grip seemed to tighten on your waist. "Take it the voices are acting up?" He accessed, raising his brows a bit. "Yeah you could say that" you laugh, much more relaxed knowing Technoblade meant no harm to you.

The peace however did not last long as a loud warning like squeal cut through the comfortable silence. The weight you had gotten so used to was gone, and before you knew it the sound of metal against metal followed soon after. Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your sleeping feet, nearly tumbling as you did so.

Philza looked less shocked then you, but certainly still surprised. Blocking a swing from the man by only his gauntlets, he was lucky he didn't lose that arm. Stepping back he was quick to draw his own sword, brows furrowed as he observed the Piglins sporadic actions. Another high pitched squeal escaped the beast as he charged once more, bringing his sword over his head as he prepared to strike.

That squeal seemed all to familiar, far to reminiscent of the brawl only a few nights prior. Had he been attacking for the same reason? That last time that man had proposed to you, Phil was- Realization quickly dawned on you as you connected the dots. Maybe you had been to hasty to deny your friends actions, but it was clear now. He saw Philza as a threat. And if the squabble from before meant anything, this wasn't going to end well for either one of them.

"Phil! Stop attacking! Back off!" You shouted, your voice barely piercing through the sounds of clanking metal. Philza cast you a quick glance as he parried another attack, sweat visibly forming on his brow. "He's not himself Y/N! He's not going to stop!" He hollered back, dodging a punch. "He sees you as a threat! Drop your sword!"

Phil was hesitant, on one hand he trusted your intuition, on the other he didn't want to die this evening. Swallowing his fears he slowly backed away from the Piglin, he waited for him to charge, but he didn't. Sword still raised ever so high, and his lips pulled back into a snarl. Slowly be lowered his sword, then dropped it.

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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You are the One Person I could Never Hate {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I may or may not have written most of this on my phone on a three-hour car ride, but it was a good way to pass the time. I really like this fic, I had a lot of fun writing it and it's my first request, so I hope you enjoy it!

Anon Request from Tumblr: hi! I was hoping you take requests cuz I do have one of you do! Could you please write a Legolas x reader fic with cuddles? Maybe some jealous Legolas at some point too? Anything you want tho really! Love your stuff, can't wait to see more <3

Word Count: 2,414

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: Legolas gets jealous of the time Y/N spends with Aragorn and Boromir.

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, some angst, cuddles.

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You are the One Person I could Never Hate

"Y/N, Aragorn, we're stopping!" came a shout from behind you. You and Aragorn turned to see Legolas beckoning towards you, with tired hobbits sprawled on the ground around him, and Sam starting a fire.

The two of you made your way back to the group and sat down, anticipating Sam's stew. Over the past weeks, you and Aragorn had grown close. To be fair, you had become close with everyone in the Fellowship in different ways. With Aragorn, it was a sort of quiet companionship. You shared a love of the wilderness, and he had been teaching you how to fight with a sword, compared to your two daggers. He had become a brother to you. The same was true with all the others in the Fellowship, except one. It felt different when you were with Legolas. There was something else there.

As Sam served the stew, you chatted with Boromir about herbs. You'd discovered that he had an interest in herbs and healing, rather unusual for a soldier of Gondor. The two of you often played a game while on the move that involved challenging the other's knowledge. You were currently discussing today's tally. "So that makes nineteen for Y/N and twenty-two for me!" said a smug Boromir. "No way!" you shot back. "I had twenty-three and you had twenty!" Aragorn jumped in, "Actually, as I recall, Y/N got the first eight and then proceeded to misidentify the next fifteen. Boromir got twelve." This declaration was met with nods from the rest, including Sam, who was, along with Aragorn, considered the expert. You rolled your eyes and shared a glance with Boromir, silently agreeing that you both had gotten more than Aragorn had said.

The night went on, and you began to grow tired. You glanced over the fire at Legolas, but he wouldn't meet your eyes. Feeling rather confused and even a little slighted, you got up, and with a yawn pronounced "I'm gonna go to sleep, goodnight everyone." With a chorus of goodnights coming from the group, you turned and walked over to your bedroll, laying down and drifting off as you watched the others begin to wander to bed.

You were shaken awake the next morning by the elf, and with a sharp "get up" he made his way over to wake up Gimli and then the hobbits. Confused by his abruptness, you got up and began to pack.

Once you started walking, you hurried to the front of the group, wanting to talk to Legolas. "Legolas- wait up!" The elf turned, saw it was you who had called out, and begrudgingly stopped. Once you caught up, you said, "I've noticed you've been a little out of sorts lately- is everything okay?" He replied with a curt "yes" and kept walking. You easily matched his pace and continued "you keep glaring at me, you won't talk to me, are you sure?" "I'm fine. Why don't you go talk to Aragorn or someone else you clearly seem to like more than me?" With that, he sped up, leaving you behind feeling more confused than ever, and even like you had done something wrong.

As the hobbits passed you, you sidled up to Aragorn. "What's wrong with Legolas?" you asked. "I think you might want to talk to him about it," Aragorn replied with a smirk. "I tried that!" you shot back. "I think he might hate me. All he did was glare at me and say something about you and me." "I think that might explain something, and I've seen the way you look at him. Just try talking it out." Aragorn said. "Now, I'm just going to go speak with Legolas and clear up a few things. Why don't you catch up with the hobbits and see what in Middle-Earth Pippin is gesturing to Merry and Boromir about?" And in fact, once you caught up to them Pippin was giving some long-winded explanation of a planned prank on Gimli and Aragorn, which somehow included worms, water, and Boromir, who, it became clear, had had a hand in planning the whole thing. You decided to walk by yourself for a while, not wanting to be implicated once the crime was committed.

You walked on, Aragorn's words ringing through your head. ~"I've seen the way you look at him."~ You thought back over the time spent traveling with them all. You had found yourself admiring Legolas often, but you had brushed it off as the result of his elven looks. Now, though, you began to realize Aragorn knew you better than you knew yourself. He had taken better notice than you at how you blushed whenever Legolas touched you, even if it was just his hand on your arm as he stood up. What you didn't notice were the eyes of the elf upon you all the time, the way he would automatically move his body to shield yours at any sign of danger, and how whenever you spoke he would listen raptly, even if you were just composing more bawdy lyrics for Merry's newest drinking song. You hadn't noticed these things, but Aragorn had, and as you walked you went through your memories and began to notice them too.

That night at the campfire, Aragorn, the meddling moron, assigned you and Legolas to firewood duty. You followed him into the forest, slightly annoyed at Aragorn but knowing that you needed to talk with Legolas. Yet again lost in your thoughts, you crashed into something and fell over. Lying underneath you was Legolas, with a shocked expression on his face and dirt in his hair. "Y/N!" he exclaimed. "Watch where you're going!" "Sorry," you replied and rolled off him to offer him a hand up. He ignored it and sprung up without your help while saying, "Actually, Y/N, I need to talk to you." Confused, you replied, "You've been ignoring me for a week! What could you possibly have to say now?" Ashamed, he looked down. "Aragorn told me what you said to him earlier. He said you thought I hated you. I asked him to assign us to get firewood tonight so that I could talk to you about it." He continued, "I know I've been rather awful to you lately and I wanted to tell you why. I was jealous." You had been pacing around the small clearing you were in as he spoke, but at this, you stopped and turned to face him. "I was jealous of the way you seemed to gravitate towards Aragorn when we walked. I was jealous of how you bonded with Boromir and how easy and familiar you were with both of them. And I'm sorry I took it out on you. I understand if you are mad. I know you aren't even mine to be jealous about. I understand if you hate me now, for how horrible I've been to you. I was just trying to distance myself so that I stopped feeling for you."

Exasperated, you strode over to him, said "You are the one person I could never hate," and gently pressed your lips against his. He responded in kind, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he turned and pressed your back against a tree. You paused to draw breath, and as you did said, "I love you." Legolas whispered back "I love you more," and kissed you again. You ran your hands through his hair as his hands roamed across your back, and deepened the kiss.

You sprang apart as shouts came from the area of the campsite. You quickly drew your daggers as Legolas notched an arrow to his bow, and together you ran through the trees. You burst back into the campsite to find Gimli and Aragorn wriggling on the ground while Merry, Pippin, Boromir, and a rather amused Gandalf looked on, and Frodo and Sam attempted to protect the fire from the splashing water. You and Legolas joined in the laughter as the two victims continued to pluck worms and dump water out of their bedrolls. Once they were satisfied that there were no more invaders in their bedding, they began to advance on the rest of you with extremely annoyed looks on their faces. Pippin's amusement was fading quickly and disappeared completely along with Merry's as they were grabbed and tossed into the nearby stream to the sounds of even more laughter. Climbing out, spluttering, they both pointed their fingers at Boromir. "Throw him in too!" said Merry, and Pippin backed him up with, "Yes, do! He helped up with the whole thing and even gathered the worms!" Boromir denied this with a vehement "No I did not!" but was tackled by two soaked hobbits. With a yell, the three of them rolled over the bank and splashed into the river.

Merry, Pippin, and Boromir sat shivering around the fire while you and everyone else puzzled over the problem that had now arisen. The three pranksters, upon getting out of the river, had rushed for their bedrolls to warm up, soaking them in the process. Now, there were five dry bedrolls for ten people. "I can give Boromir mine," you announced. "And Merry and Pippin can share with me and Frodo," Sam offered. "Gimli and I each have cloaks and other clothing we can use, so that settles it!" said Aragorn. "Wait, Y/N. Where are you going to sleep?" "I'm sure I can figure something out," you said with a sideways glance at Legolas, who, upon understanding your idea, blushed a deep beet red. "Aha!" exclaimed Aragorn. "I knew you'd work it out!" And with a wink and a "sleep well" followed by a whole lot of sniggering from him and Gimli, he made his way over to take the first watch.

Meanwhile, you and Legolas made your way over to his bedroll, ignoring the stares and smirks of everyone else. "Y/N" he whispered, "I'm not sure if us getting in bed together in front of everyone else is the best idea." "Agreed," you replied, "we'd be in for a whole world of teasing. How about I take one blanket and you take the other?" "That sounds good." So you each took a blanket and lay down a respectable foot away from the other. But you were too cold to sleep with one meager blanket on the hard forest floor.

You waited until you heard everyone else's breathing slow, signifying they were asleep, and then you rolled over to Legolas, poking him to wake him up. "Hey," you said softly, "can I sleep here?" "Of course," he replied, and lifted his blanket so you could crawl in. You grabbed the blanket he had given you earlier and placed it over the one already there to give you even more warmth. Legolas pulled you closer to him and you pressed up against him, his breath whispering in your ear. "This is nice," you said as his arm snaked across your waist, and you inhaled the smell of him. He always had the scent of a forest about him, and the smell of rain. You thought they were two of the most wonderful smells in Middle-Earth. You drifted off to sleep with Legolas' arm around you, his breath tickling your ear, and his body strong against your back.

You woke early the next morning with a yawn and tried to sit up and stretch. You let out a hiss of pain as you felt your hair catch on something, and looked around to see if anyone else had heard. They were all still asleep except the elf on the ground next to you, who had been awoken by your gasp. "Melleth nîn(my love), what is wrong?" he inquired with a concerned look. "It's my hair," you whispered, "it's caught on this god-forsaken root!" He sat up and gestured for you to adjust yourself so that you were sitting between his legs with your head on his chest. He began to comb his hands through your hair, working out the knots and untangling it from the root. As he worked, he began to softly sing an elvish lullaby to you. You'd never heard it before, but the words sounded beautiful and his voice was exquisite. You relaxed as the one you loved sang to you and worked the tangles from your hair. You were happy to have this moment of peace with him as you watched the sunrise over the mountains to the east.

You were shaken from this spell by the sounds of the rest of the Fellowship rising for the day. You sighed and rose, rolling up the bedding that the two of you had shared and packing everything up. Most of the rest of Fellowship barely spared a glance to you and Legolas other than to look happy for you, but you saw Aragorn give him a subtle fist bump.

As you started the day's walking again, Aragorn passed you, and with a smug look on his face whispered "I told you so," in your ear. You managed to punch him in the arm before he got out of reach and saw him gratifyingly wince.

The day went on as you hiked over mountains and into valleys, waiting until Gandalf called "halt!" to stop for lunch. You sprawled down onto a rock and took out an apple from your pack, one of the ones you had saved from Rivendell. As you ate, with Legolas sitting next to you, you gazed around at the rest of the group, reflecting on how ridiculously lucky it was that they were all such good people. Sure, you all had good and bad days, but you couldn't imagine attempting this journey with anyone else. They had begun to feel like family.

Legolas noticed the sappy look on your face and nudged you, asking "Y/N, what on Middle-Earth is that face for?" "Oh, nothing," you replied. "I'm just thinking." "What kind of thoughts?" he inquired. "The good kind." With that Gandalf decided that it was time to start moving again, and so you jumped up and offered a hand up to Legolas, not expecting him to take it. This time, however, he did, and he didn't let go for the rest of the day. Your hands swung, intertwined, between you as you walked. When the sun set it highlighted them and they glowed with the light of a thousand suns.

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peterpan-ouat-imagines · 3 years

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In Hell I Will: Part 6

Writing Prompt #8: It’s not you I love, it’s him

Sorry for taking so long to finish this! But I will be a lot faster now on with my posting.

I walk out of Granny’s hoping no one follows me and I go around to the back entrance and eavesdrops hoping my plan I did not tell anyone of works.

My heart is just laying on the floor with everyone staring at it. The glowing red with a tinge of black darkening it as it contracts.

Pan picks it up and looks at it.

“Pan, you give that back right now,” Emma demands.

He looks at it and back at Emma, “I’m not giving this to anyone,” he smirks.

Regina goes to snatch it from him but he pulls it away, “Pan,” she growls.

“No. I care about y/n you see, I’m not going to take this heart for myself, but I do know how to get her to play along with me so I get everything I want,” I hear him say.

“What?!” I burst through of disbelief forgetting I was meant to watch everything as my heart drops a little, “This wasn’t supposed to happen! You were supposed to say how you care about me too much to take it and give it back! You were meant to show your soft side!”

“You planned this?” Mary Margaret asks.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I thought if he saw how I was serious about it he would feel bad and choose his feelings of me over-“ I sigh of defeat, “What am I saying of course you chose my heart,”

He laughs, “Is this you trying to play a game with me? You definitely lost, and now, you have to do what I say. You really are mine now huh?” he smirks and looks at my heart in his hand and grabs me and we disappear to his shop away from everyone.

“Peter what are you doing?” I ask pulling away from him the moment we get there.

“Clever game you had in mind. Too bad I care about my life more than being vulnerable or whatever you were trying to make me do,” he tells me with arrogance, “Unfortunately for me it now isn’t easy because like I said, I have feelings for you. I know you are hesitant to be with me but I’ll get you, don’t worry,” he walks around the shop as he speaks.

“Listen Peter! I was being honest when I said I didn’t want my heart. I don’t want it crushed or used to take advantage of but I don’t want it in my body, I don’t want to feel anymore,” I let him know, “That part wasn’t a game you should know at least. And I want to be with you too but after everything that you’ve done to me, neither of us know how to do it,” I tell him.

“I told you of my feelings. I would never take advantage of your heart,” he walks close to me, “I know I’ve done things in the past, but you will be mine,” he reminds me with determination in his voice, “What is with you calling me Peter now?” he asks me as if it’s silly.

“We had sex which revealed a new level of closeness to you. I should be at a first name basis with you, and I don’t hate your guts so I find Peter a better name than Pan. I’m not going to apologize for it,” I tell him with an irritated tone.

“So set in your ways, just another thing about you I love,” He tells me.

“It’s interesting you keep implying that you love me but you haven’t said the actual words, it really makes me wonder,” I tell him.

“Do you love me?” he asks.

“I almost did, now I don’t know what to make of you, your so unpredictable,” I say truthfully.

“I find that hard to believe. You are trusting me with your heart right now. Me. With you being my key to getting back in the real world you can understand how I’m not at that level. But you do love me. You’re just denying it now that the circumstances have changed,”

“How? How can you make this right that isn’t by talking into my heart to control my thoughts and emotions?” I ask him.

“We both felt something when we had sex, not just the arousal of pleasure but something deeper, I know I did and you explained how you did too,” he tells me.

“We can’t use our sex as an excuse to raise attention to our real feelings... my real feelings that run so deep and true,” I tell him not realizing I admitted I feel deeply for him.

“There it is. I knew you would tell me how I feel,”

“Okay I get it, you’re good at games. You got me to admit my feelings for you, now I’m going to leave. Goodbye Peter Pan,” I walk to the front door and go to turn the knob but he rushes to stop me, “No!” he quickly appears in front of me shielding the door with a look of concern, “I placed a protection spell on the shop, this’ll blast you back with magic and I know that after your mom, you and magic do not mix well,” he tells me.

“Thank you for telling me but I want to leave!” I complain irritated I’m being held in this place.

“What would you do? Go back to the so called heroes to get help? They’ll just tell you how your wrong and try to hurt me,” he tells me which is probably true because everyone sees black and white with him and the color that he is is jet black.

I stand there and think for a moment and know that he’s right, “I don’t want to choose sides,” I tell him.

“I don’t want to make you choose either. I just want to tell you what we both already know will happen,” he explains telling me what I want to hear and approaches me again and I begin to gravitate in his direction as well knowing that I’m falling for his tricks but don’t care.

“I know you are right. I’m sorry,” I look at him and say.

“So what do we do now?” He asks with me hugging him.

Out of nowhere a puff of dark smoke spins around and Gold stands there.

“Gold, I’m not going-” I begin.

“I’ll have a talk with you but first can I have a moment alone with Pan,” I nod and go to the back office.

I tune out there conversation and pick up my heart thinking of what could happen.

I get up and go back to his desk I checked out earlier and grab the sketch of me. I look on it for any further clues that he could be leading me astray. It just seems like a normal picture but I can’t figure out his reasoning for drawing it. It couldn’t be because he was thinking of me and be out of sweetness, that isn’t who he is.

Gold walks in and I glance up at him and back down at the picture.

“Y/n, you need to come back,” he tells me.

“And have you all scowl me and tell me how I’m making a mistake? No thanks,” I snap.

“He isn’t a good person. He is only using you,” he tells me. He then points to the drawing of me, “What is that?” he asks.

“A sketch of me,” I answer. He grabs it from me examining it closely, “What’s so wrong about this sketch now?” I huff.

“The ink, this is squid ink,” he says suspicious.

“And?” I ask not getting it.

“Squid ink is meant to immobilize someone. You need to go... now,” he tells me urgently.

“Or squid ink was an ink that he chose because it was the only thing around and nothing bad is going on,” I suggest. Pan walks in, “Pan is there a reason you drew me with squid ink?” I ask as Gold holds the drawing.

Pan stands there shocked by what’s going on but his face relaxes again, “There is no reason I chose squid ink,” he says.

“Liar!” Gold accuses, “Y/n who are you going to believe?!” He asks.

I look back and forth at them as I trust them both, “Pan, I want to believe you, truly but feelings aside you still lied and betrayed me once. I don’t want to take that risk again,”

“No,” he tells himself quietly, Pan grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, “I can’t let you go with him,” he puts a black leather cuff on me that grips my skin.

“What is this?!” I ask pissed.

“It stops your magic from working. Listen, I love you, I let love be my weakness before but with you, love is strength. You will not leave me,” he explains.

“Peter, I don’t want to leave you but right now your scaring me, Gold do something!”

Gold is about to intervene but Pan waves his hand and he is gone.

I start to panic, “What the fuck?! Peter Pan, what the hell did you do with him?” I demand.

“Don’t worry my love, he is still alive I just moved him further away,” he tells me.

“Pan just take my heart and go back, I don’t feel love but I do feel strongly enough to do anything for what you wish,” I sigh.

“Y/n, I want you to love me. I know you are able to,” he tells me.

“Peter, love doesn’t work like-” I begin when there's noise coming from outside the shop, “Pan what is going on?” I ask.

He looks outside the window.

“There here, I need you to stay in the office,” he orders.

“No,” I tell him.

There is another loud sound indicating a breakthrough of the spell.

“We don’t have time to argue! Now go!” he commands.

“Fine!” I huff and listen like the silly little good girl I am.

There is a burst of the door as I stay in the back. Emma, Hook, David, and Mary Margaret all bust in.

“Pan where is y/n’s heart?” Emma asks seriously.

“I am not telling you,” he answers.

David pulls out a sword.

“Ooh I’m so afraid Prince Charming is gonna hurt me,” he says sarcastically.

I poke my head out watching everything happening waiting to see what will happen next. They all have hate in their eyes and ready to hurt him which I just can’t settle with. I grab the drawing of me and jump out and blow the ink of my drawing towards the four of them.

They try moving but can’t, “y/n! What did you do?!” Emma exclaims.

“You were going to hurt him!” I exclaim. I turn to pan who is smirking at me, “Stop smirking! I accidentally immobilized my family!” I blurt not realizing I said family.

He laughs, “See, whether you like it or not you will protect me no matter what,” he tells me.

“Pan, please help them,” I beg, “If you like and care about me like you say you do you will do this for me,”

“Please we can find a way to use this to our advantage, your love for me could help me-” he tells me.

I can’t take what he keeps repeating about how I feel, “The thing is Pan, it’s not you I love. It’s him,” I gesture to Hook, “Okay that sounded weird but what I mean is in a familial way by that is since I’ve been here you are the person I have felt most connected to and understands me. You’ve always been there for me and helped me. When the witch sent me to Storybrooke, I think she was sending me to you,” I look at the others, “All of you. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to get sappy but that’s the truth,”

“We love you too,” Emma says.

“I won’t leave here until you are all free,” I tell them, “Pan. Can we talk in the back?” I move my eyes in that direction and I follow him there.

He pulls me in and kisses me once we’re out of site. It’s not a normal kiss that’s rough with passion. It’s sweet it makes me feel nice and warm inside, “Do you feel something?” He asks.

“I most certainly do, but it isn’t love,” I tell him. I look down, “Peter I can’t do this,” I look back up staring him in the eyes, “I want to be with you but with what you’ve turned me into, I don’t like who I am,”

“You don’t mean that, it is just you without a heart talking,” he tries to convince me.

“Peter, it’s not,” I tell him seriously, “I,” I begin but stop and take a breath, “I love you. And when I love someone I’ll do anything for them and what anything means with you is too dangerous. I mean, Look what I just did to everyone in there,”

I turn around and start walking away before he sees me cry.

“So what?! Now your just going to go back without me?! I still have your heart! I will take it!” He tells pissed.

I stop and turn around, “Okay. Do it,” I tell him looking him in the eyes wondering if he really has it in him.

He snatches my heart off the table it was on gripping it. His face has anger as I wait calmly for him to do it.

“Peter, I already told you. I don’t want my heart. it’s fine,” I remind him.

As he hold my heart I don’t have any pain in my chest. It just remains in his hand without him manipulating me or using it for himself. A few moments pass and he puts it down.

“I can’t,” he tells me, “I thought I could but...” he loses his train of thought and looks down. He looks back at me mad, “Why do I have to love you?!”

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inkedmyths · 5 years

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Monstrous roars and mistakes

Wow, another update within only a couple days? Wow Myth, you crazy.

Almost as crazy as this update.

Also, special thanks to @thehufflepuffleboi and @spacemalarkey for inspiring some of the events in this chapter

Also @theonlytrashpanda you said you wanted a ping when I posted it

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"What are we hiding from?"

They were crouching down behind a crumbling stone wall, one of the few pieces of cover in the nearby area. Most of the surroundings at this point were hills and grasses, the trees having dwindled behind them. They'd ducked suddenly at Wild's insistence, though Twilight was still unsure as to why.

"Shut up, Frog Foot!"

"Excuse me?" Twilight blinked incredulously at Feral, who grinned while he put a finger to his lips.

"You heard me. Now be quiet!"

Twilight had to bite down to keep from snapping back. Just like Feral to give him a ridiculous nickname over that incident.

Wild gestured at them both. Be quiet, he signed. Then he paused, glancing at Twilight as though a thought occurred to him.

You're good, go on, Twilight signed back.

Relief flickered in Wild's eyes. Didn't think to ask if you knew sign. Sorry.

Twilight waved him off. It's fine. What are we doing?

Plotting, Feral replied.

What for?

You never approach a - Twilight wasn't sure what that sign was, he'd never seen it before - unprepared.

A what? I didn't catch that.

L - Y - N - E - L. Wild signed each individual letter, then repeated the sign Feral had used. Must be a sign specific to their Hyrule, he guessed.

What's that?

Wild paused before moving quietly to the edge of the rock. Peeking around the corner, he waited a moment before gesturing to Twilight to come over. He followed the example set and was careful to steady himself silently as he peered over the top of the younger hero's head. What he saw made him suddenly understand the need for stealth.

It was definitely a monster, no question about it, but it was no monster he'd ever seen. Even from far away he could tell it was huge, likely more than twice his height. It had the lower body of a powerful horse, but where the head would normally be was the meaty torso of a humanoid. Thick arms no doubt capable of delivering a blow like a rock slide held some sorts of objects (weapons, he guessed by the sunlight glinting now and again). A mane that blazed like fire burst from the head of the beast, that turned this way and that as it plodded slowly through the grasses.

He slipped back behind the rock. Yikes, he signed, grimacing. Looks nasty.

It is, Wild signed back.

I was wondering why we ducked out of the way so suddenly.

Sorry. There isn't one here, usually. Wild frowned as he signed this.

Since the fall of the Calamity, they no longer seem to be bound to one place, Feral commented.

Yeah, true. But I'm fairly sure there were none even close to this area!

Maybe it's on vacation.

Okay, Twilight signed, gesturing to get their attention before they got to preoccupied with monster vacations. Regardless of why, it's here for now. What's the plan?

I'm surprised you're not making one, Feral signed, raising an eyebrow in what Twilight was quickly associating as his signature expression.

Your Hyrule, your monster. You two have experience with this kind of monster. I don't.

Wild tapped his chin thoughtfully. Well, in theory we could just go around it. The issue there is the possibility it will notice us as we try and sneak by.

I say we do operation Y - A - H - A - H - A.

Yahaha? Twilight was lost. Operation what now?

Wild, on the other hand, was grinning. Sure, why not? Sounds like fun.

Fun? Uh oh. Considering the appearance of the 'lynel', as they called it, fun was the last thing he thought of. That could only mean bad things. Hang on-

But Feral had already disappeared. Literally. He dissolved into the shadow of the wall, and within seconds it was as if he was never there. Vaguely, Twilight registered this ability was important information, but he was a bit preoccupied by his other thoughts. Namely the ones that said this was probably going to go very badly in a moment.

Wild had scooted out from behind the wall, and was slowly making his way around the lynel, inching closer with each step. Twilight saw that he'd pulled out a bow and some arrows.

The beast paused. It's great head sniffed the air, searching. It slowly turned, ears pricked as it's path changed to a direct course for Wild. The closer it got, the more tense it seemed, the more positive it seemed of a presence. Twilight wanted to yell at Wild to move, to retreat, but he knew that wouldn't help anything. He saw the hero draw back his bow, arrow readied. The beast grew closer, pulling its weapons up in ready position-

"YAHAHA!"

Feral leaped out of the shadows near the beast's feet, startling it to its hind legs. At the same moment, Wild fired off the arrow, which exploded on impact on the creature. Bomb arrows? Feral launched himself up and grabbed on the creature's mane, whooping in a decidedly too excited manner. Twilight thought he could hear him say "You found me!" over the lynel's enraged roars.

Dear Hylia help him. Twilight sighed, gathered his thoughts, and drew his sword. Unknown monster or no, he was a hero. He'd improvised plenty of times, and lived to tell the tale. Better that he learn how to deal with this monster first hand then just watch. Dashing out from behind the rock, he joined Wild as the lynel rampaged, trying to shake the shadowy nuisance off.

"A bomb arrow? That was your plan?!"

Wild shrugged. "Does a lot of damage from the get go. These things can take awhile to take down." He traded out the bow for the Master Sword and ran forward. Pivoting to avoid a hoof as it kicked out, he slashed at the lynel's side as it raged by.

Feral, meanwhile was cackling madly on top of the furious monster. He'd drawn his own sword and was slashing repeatedly at its arms and head. This only seemed to make the beast angrier, and it increased its vehement bucking. One arm reached back to grab the shadow, but he dodged, using the mane as a hold to swing himself out of the way. With one last slash across the lynel's chest, he dropped and rolled out of the way.

Incensed, the beast roared it's fury, brandishing its weapons in preparation to counter the pesky lifeforms that dared challenge it. Wild was once again next to Twilight.

"The trick is to not get hit by it."

"That's the trick with every monster!" Twilight hissed.

He stared up at the fearsome beast, sizing it up. It was truly a sight to behold, and not one he relished in. Muscles rippled under thick, red skin. A sword and shield that looked able to tear and break in unison were brandished by unyielding arms. Eyes a sickly, brilliant yellow glared them down, malice emanating from its gaze. He also noted a bow and a quiver of arrows on its back, making it capable of still attacking at long range.

Twilight had never seen a lynel in his life. Never even heard of one until now. Yet, looking at the looming beast, he couldn't help but feel something was off with it. He couldn't be sure what, but his instincts were blaring alarm bells all over the place. Was it just the beast being unfamiliar with his experiences? He glanced at Wild, who was brandishing the Master Sword in preparation for another go, which dripped with the lynel's blood from his attack-

His veins turned to ice.

Twilight put his hand out to try and tell him to stop, to hold on, wait a moment, but it was too late. Wild charged forward, swinging the blade upwards to knock the beast's swing off its course. He slashed at it's feet as he ran by. A roar of rage answered. The huge blade of the monster followed Wild, but he rolled to the side as it carved out a divet in the soil where his feet had been. Feral took advantage of the switch in focus, slashing at one of the front legs of the beast before flipping away.

They had to stop. This was really bad. "Feral, Wild! Hold on a minute!"

But his yells fell on deaf ears. Possibly literally, he thought, as the enraged monster gave another earsplitting roar. The two of them slashed and hacked at the lynel, neither seeming to notice what Twilight had. It was clear they wouldn't listen to him. He had to do something...

Then the beast stopped, inhaled. And when it exhaled, a blast of fire seared past him, singeing the edges of his cloak. At that point, instinct took over.

He sprinted forward to where Wild was. Without pause, he picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. Wild yelped in confusion. "No time to explain." Twilight could feel something hot and slick drip on his arm, and knew the younger hero had gotten injured. Worry about that later. Keep running.

He streaked past Feral, who protested as he scooped him up in his free arm. No time to talk, no time to deal with this. Keep running.

The lynel's thunderous roars boomed behind them as it realized they were getting away. Twilight recalled the bow and quiver on its back, and resolved to run faster. Then, he heard a distant snap. Keep running.

"Shock arrows!" Wild yelled. Twilight changed course immediately, and he felt the electricity crackle at his heels as the arrows barely missed.

He ended up dodging three volleys of shock arrows before finally the roars faded behind them. After a moment he slowed his pace, but only a little. He didn't want to take any risks.

"What's the big idea? We were doing fine!" Feral grumbled. He kicked out, but Twilight ignored it.

"I'm sure he had a good reason, Feral."

"Really? Well I'd sure like to hear it."

"Just wait a second!"

"I want to know now- are you bleeding?"

"Uh..."

"You're bleeding."

"Only a little! That last swing nicked my arm."

"'Nicked'? Dude, you're bleeding all over Twi's arm."

" 's not that bad."

"I bet that's why he grabbed us."

Twilight spotted the ruins of a building up ahead. It wasn't completely destroyed, and he knew they needed to stop at some point. The sun was getting low in the sky. He slowed, and walked onto the ruined threshold.

"Finally! I'm tired of being carried like a sack of potatoes." Feral complained. "Put me down!"

Twilight dropped him.

While Feral complained about that being rude and that the ground was cold, he was more careful in setting Wild down. He held out his hand expectantly. Wild, somewhat reluctantly, held out his arm. Twilight examined the injury. While it was definitely more than a minor scratch, it wasn't as bad as he'd initially thought. The cut was several centimeters long, but seemed to be relatively shallow. The important thing would be making sure it didn't get infected. Rummaging through his bag produced several first aid supplies, and he immediately set about tending the wound. A little health potion and a bandage later, the wound was wrapped and taken care of. "There, that should do it."

Wild examined the bandage. "Thanks."

"Alright, now that Wild is no longer getting blood everywhere, I want answers!" Feral crossed his arms, making a face somewhere between a scowl and a pout. "Other than Wild's arm, everything was fine! We've taken down plenty of those things in the past."

Twilight sighed. "I'm sure you have, but there was something wrong with that one."

"How do you know? You didn't even know what it was until today!"

"Feral, don't be rude!" Wild looked somewhat nervously between his shadow and the older hero.

Twilight shook his head. "No, it's a valid point. However, I say that because I've seen it in other monsters."

"What do you mean? Seen what?" Feral still looked skeptical, but that was becoming overpowering by curiosity.

"Wild, the sword."

Wild looked confused, but pulled out the Master Sword onto his lap. Twilight looked it over, humming and nodding.

"Unless I am mistaken, that's not a normal thing for blood to do, even a monster's."

Wild and Feral looked at the sword, and for the first time noticed something was happening. The blood from the Lynel was hissing. Faint tendrils of darkness streamed away like smoke in the wind. Much of it was gone by this point, evaporated into nothingness. What was left was dark, too dark.

"What the-" Feral started, then paused, squinting at the vanishing stains.

Wild was wide-eyed. "No, it doesn't - it shouldn't - I, I haven't..." He swallowed, then, quieter: "This isn't normal, no."

Twilight nodded. "That's what I thought. The lynel was unnaturally empowered. It was too risky to stick around and try and fight it off when it wasn't really necessary."

Wild nodded slowly. "Okay that makes sense. See, I told you there was a reason Feral." A moment's silence, and Wild looked up. "Feral?"

The shadow was fixated on the remnants of the blood as it spiraled away on the wind. Twilight hadn't seen Feral so quiet and still. It was unnerving. Slowly, he reached out a hand to the sword, waving it through the wisps trailing off of it. His gaze was unreadable.

"Feral?" Wild asked again, looking worried. "Is everything alright?"

"I didn't notice."

"What?"

"I didn't notice. How didn't I notice? It should have been obvious- !" His brow furrowed in frustration, and he clenched his outstretched hand.

Wild reached out a hand in an attempt to calm him. "Hey, Feral it's okay! We were too busy fighting to notice-"

"No!" Feral jumped to his feet, too fast for a normal person. "I should have noticed! I should have sensed it!" Twilight had to resist the urge to reach for a weapon. He knew by now Feral wasn't a threat to him or Wild, but it was hard to fight instinct. Especially given the fact that Feral seemed to be upset enough that his hold on his form was slipping. Edges of his clothes blurred, darkness curling around his hands and hair as he paced.

"Feral..." Wild seemed at a loss, but stood up. "Hey." He crossed the broken stone floor to his shadow, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. "It's alright. Everything is okay. We're okay."

Feral stiffened, but after a moment seemed to calm down slightly. His form re-solidified, and the shadows dissipated. "Right. Okay."

"Yeah. It's okay." Wild patted his shoulder. "Why are you so upset about not sensing that there was something wrong?"

Feral looked as though he might get agitated again, but bit his lip. "I just... I should have noticed the darkness before. I can't believe I didn't notice until Twilight pointed it out. It should have been glaringly obvious."

"Why's that?"

Feral was silent for a moment. "You remember how we've talked about how light and dark each come in many different forms?"

"Right. Like how the type of light manifested in the Sword is related but different from the light in the Bow?" Twilight didn't quite follow the comparison, but Feral seemed to.

"Yeah."

"So you're saying the darkness in the lynel should have been more-" Wild paused. "That you think you should have noticed it sooner?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

Feral stared at the sword. "For one thing, it's very different from the Malice of monsters. It's only as related as far as all darkness is related. For another, it's... unique."

"Unique? Have you seen it before?"

"I have, plenty, but... I've only seen it come from one source, and this definitely didn't come from that."

Suddenly, Feral's reaction made sense to Twilight. Of course. No wonder he was so agitated about it. He was a fool for not considering the possibility of him reacting to it earlier.

Wild furrowed his brow. "How do you know it isn't from that source?"

"Because that source is me."

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thorne93 · 6 years

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Faith

Prompt: Thor and Loki and the team need a little help getting Hela off their backs -- that’s where you come in.

Word Count: 1341

Warnings: none...? dash of angst maybe...maybe language, can’t be sure with me

Notes: beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes because she’s perfect and deserves a million shout outs. THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS, Y’ALL. TURN BACK IF YOU DON’T WANNA BE SPOIILLED. I was inspired by the scene on the bridge (obviously, dur...)

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Things were looking a little more than grim. Thor was being pinned by his sister, Hela, Goddess of Death as she mocked and toyed with him. Meanwhile, an army of the dead was walking on the rainbow bridge, ready to massacre the entire planet of Asgard. Loki, Valkyrie, and Bruce had very little options. They could fight, but they were only three, maybe four people if Thor could get away from Hela.

“I'm not a queen, or a monster... I'm the goddess of death! What were you the god of, again?” Hela enticed, her maliciousness palpable.

Thor seemed to pass out for just a moment, just a fraction of a second, and you knew where he went. You had seen it, felt in in your bones that he was talking to his father. His father was guiding him, reminding him of the great prince he was. That he didn’t need a magical hammer to help him.

He drew strength from his father’s wise words, drawing on the powers from above, pulling the lightning down to him, channeling it through his body. The charge from his power, knocked Hela off of him, shoving her far back as he nearly flew onto the rainbow bridge, blasting the enemy back with determined fervor.

Once he and the rest of his team cleaned up the army, Hela was approaching them on the bridge, death in her gaze, confidence in her strut.

Thor and Loki spoke quickly and briefly, and you could see that they were going to try something desperate, so you intervened. You couldn’t help it, you had the fiercest protection for them.

“I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but it won’t work. You can’t stop me,” Hela said, mocking in her tone.

Suddenly, from the clouded sky, you descended, clad in white robes and cape, your hair flowing, practically a vision of an angel. You landed on the rainbow bridge between Hela and Thor. Your eyes steeling on the Goddess of Death.

“Hela, that’s enough, leave Asgard alone,” you warned in an even voice.

“Who the hell are you?” Hela asked.

“Yeah, who are you?” Thor piped up from behind you.

Without taking your eyes off Hella, you turned your head slightly and called over your shoulder, “I am Y/N, Goddess of Life. Your father’s mother.”

“You...You’re our grandmother?” Thor questioned.

“Yes.”

“You’ll never win,” Hela stated, as if the fact were obvious to you. “Death always wins,” she stressed with a triumphant grin before she launched a black sword at you. The sword was aimed for your chest but you caught it within a hair’s width from your chest. Hela’s eyes widened a fraction as you heard her breathing stutter.

“Yes,” you concurred. “Death will always triumph in the end.” Your powers turned the black, death laden sword into a white, glistening spear, a white flame glowing around it as you threw it faster than light back at the Goddess, piercing her stomach. “But with a little faith, life can hold you off a little longer.” A proud grin appeared on your face as she became enraged.

“I don’t know where you come from but you need to go back to whatever wonderland that sent you!” she shouted as she threw an onslaught of spears and swords your way. Each of them you dodged or caught, then threw them back at her, the white flame enveloping the weapon. This happened over and over again. When she seemed to stall for a split second on how to attack you, you stole the opportunity to put your hands together, a beam of blinding light and force coming from them, pushing her down and back for a long time until you were slightly drained. The force stopped flowing from you and Hela was on her knee, panting and weak from the attack you’d just delivered her.

You could sense she was about to give you her best shot so you quickly turned to Thor and Loki, ensuring your hooded robe turned into your shield.

“Go. Loki, go start Ragnarok,” you instructed urgently. “I’ll hold her off.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Thor cautioned, his battle-weary eyes on yours. Loki seemed to be lingering, possibly curious about his father’s mother, even if you weren’t biologically related. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him too.

“She can’t kill me. If she kills me, she dies,” you assured with a promising grin.

“How have we never met you?” Thor wondered, peering at you as if you were a dead relative, come back to life.

“I am not for this world, Thor. I stay in Valhalla, doing what needs to be done. Ensuring life goes on.”

“That’s why you’ve come here?” Loki assessed.

“Yes. It is imperative to me that Asgard’s people are safe,” you said, eyeing the two of them. “I’ve watched you two for a very long time. I’m sorry this is the way we have to meet, and say goodbye. But know that I love you, and I would do anything to protect you,” you informed as you looked at the two of them. “Your parents are so proud of the both of you,” you said softly, before both of your hands came to rest on their faces. As Goddess of Life, and your time in Valhalla, you knew much about how their parents felt, and in that moment you wished you could tell them everything. A sad smile graced your lips as you peered at them, sending them telepathic messages of love that you wish you had time to explain, time to sit and talk, but you didn’t. Instead, you let the little trickles of light from your fingertips touch their skin and sink in, showing and telling them everything they ever needed to hear. That Odin was proud of both of them. That he was truly sorry he failed both of them; failing to show Thor how to use his power, failing Loki and not telling him the truth. That he was sorry for not telling either of them about Hela and casting her out, rather than dealing with the issue. That he was forever regretting all of his failings as a king and father. And also, that he loved both of them to no end. That Frigga loved both of them and she was beaming with pride at the great men they became and how even better they would get. That they were both much better men than they thought they were.

With just a simple, two second exchange from your consciousness to theirs, you’d given them the world.

The two of them gazed at you with such heartache and gratefulness, it made your heart twist in a bittersweet gesture. You knew they still had questions, still wanted to speak to you, to their parents, to tell you they loved you, to ask what your life was like, but time was of the essence, so you gave them a knowing look, a gentle smile, and a nod.

As you turned away from them, readying yourself to face Hela again, Thor called to you. “You really don’t need to do this.”

Hela stood, about to attack again, but you were ready. You knew you could hold her until Ragnarok started, and then you would have to leave your boys, the ones you’d loved for a million lifetimes, the ones you watched grow up, change, suffer, strive…

“Yes, I do. For you. The two of you are well worth it,” you said with a gentle smile. “Loki, you need to go, now.”

He hesitated just a moment more, eyeing you, before dashing off to do as you had asked.

“Ready to go back where you came from?” Hela asked as she pulled her arms back.

“Ready to stop you from destroying the good in this world,” you informed confidently, white swords flashing into existence at your side.

With nothing love and faith in your heart, you charged towards your granddaughter, Goddess of Death, determined to stop her.

#faith #thor #loki #thor fic #loki fic #thor ragnarok

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fangirl--of-everything · 7 years

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The One With The Dragon (Jeff Atkins x reader)

word count: ~3,410

Request: anon- this sounds weird but I love dragons and I love jeff so could you write something about jeff and dragons? love your writing btw :))

Warnings: mild bullying, badass reader, Jeff being perfect in every way, descriptions of art even though I know absolutely nothing about it, Bryce is in it really briefly, I think that’s it.

A/N. This fic has become notorious in my friend group as The Dragon Fic. My girlfriends are very invested in this one, and are really disappointed that Jeff doesn’t turn into a dragon at the end and fly away. I’m sorry to disappoint guys. Despite the lack of Dragon-Jeff, please try to enjoy :)

The landscape covering the canvas was impressive by anyone’s standards; a great, sweeping expanse of land, on which the bodies of fallen soldiers were scattered. Smoke curled from the dying fires, and the sun cast a hazy glow upon the scene. The colours shone with vivid brilliance, the image so clear, so real that the scent of smoke clung to it. Still, it was the centrepiece that dazzled the eye. A dragon, pure silver and shining, it’s long neck arched as it spread it’s mighty wings, roaring into the sky a jet of blue flames.

The beast was massive, forty feet tall, its scales serrated and rippling. The colour grew softer as the eye moved towards the great snake’s belly. There the scales were rounded and almost soft. It’s wing span was almost double it’s height, and their great shadow almost covered the canvas. It’s teeth, long and black, shone like Onyx, and it’s one eye was gold, molten and burning. In the space where it’s other eye used to rest was a jagged scar leading to a gaping wound, blue light burning from deep within the socket. It was a masterpiece.

Of course no one at Liberty High appreciated it. It hung in the art room, the work of nine months and too many hours, and all (y/n) got as recognition of it’s creation was ridicule.

She tried not to let it bother her, the way her classmates jeered, calling her the dragon girl or fantasy freak, but their words hurt. Still, she surrounded herself with other artists, appreciating each other’s work and painting for each other shields against the sharp swords of their classmates’ tongues. She let the cruel words of the jocks and the cheerleaders roll off her own set of scales, which she wore in the form of metal rings and a large dragon tattoo that twined around the entire length of her left arm. It’s tail stretched across her chest to curl around her heart, and it’s long body spiralled down her arm. It’s open mouth was positioned so that when she drew or painted her creations poured from it’s mouth like artistic fire. She was extremely proud of it, even though no one else appreciated it’s beauty. The same way they failed to appreciate her other dragons.

Today was the day she got to bring her masterpiece to it’s new home. The school arts department was running an exhibition across town, where arts students could get scholarships and showcase the pieces they had been working on all year. Everything else she had was already set up, and all she needed now was for Skye to help her get this beautiful monstrosity into one of the volunteer cars and she would be good to go.

She had waited to go last because the piece was so big, and the rest of her work was already set up. Her friends were all already there, making sure their exhibits and hers were ready for tomorrow’s grand opening, and Skye was on her way to give (y/n) a hand. Or at least she was supposed to be, but she was about ten minutes late.

“Hey, what’s taking so-- Holy fuck.”

(Y/n) jumped, spinning around to see Jeff Atkins standing in the doorway of the art room, staring at her painting with wide eyes. She tensed, waiting for the criticism. The jocks were never very happy to have to share the spotlight with arts kids. But, much to her surprise, he just looked at her painting in awe.

“That’s fucking awesome! Did you seriously paint that?” He asked, stepping into the room.

She shrugged. “Well I didn’t trace it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He chuckled, shooting her a friendly smile. “Yeah I guess you didn’t did you? Holy crap, this thing is amazing.” He reached forward, eyes shining.

“No don’t!” (Y/n) jumped forward, pulling his hand down before he could touch the canvas. He looked at her, dark eyebrows raised, and she let go of his wrist, running her tattooed hand through her hair. “Just- just don’t touch it okay? It took nine months to get it to look this good.”

“Alright.” he nodded, taking a healthy step back. “It’s really good though. Like, I knew you were talented, but this,” he gestured to the painting, “this is awesome.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, trying to apologize for grabbing him without actually apologizing. “I’m pretty proud of it. It’s definitely the best thing I’ve ever painted.”

“Well yeah, I mean look at it it’s fucking fantastic.” Jeff looked at her then, and his face shifted slightly. She tensed, waiting for the cruel words or mean glare, but he just cleared his throat and ran his hand through the fluffy top of his hair. “Uh, Skye got caught up at the exhibit. Something with a naked woman and her buttons, I don’t,” he shrugged. “But anyway, I’m supposed to help you get this into the truck and then take you both to the exhibit.”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek nervously. This painting was her life, and she didn’t trust just anyone to touch it. Skye she trusted not to damage it, but Jeff? True, he was one of the nicest seniors at Liberty High, and a jock to boot, but considering the rest of the male population that wasn’t really saying much. And she’d had trouble with older boys and her art before.

Jeff studied her, seeing the hesitation flash across her face, and tried to be reassuring. “Look, I may not know a lot about art, but I’m strong.” He flexed playfully, making his henley strain against his arms and chest, and (y/n) relaxed slightly, chuckling. He considered that a success. “If you want to wrap this up or whatever I can carry it, and you can get the doors. Sound good?”

She nodded, this time biting her cheek to keep in a smile. She was really pretty when she smiled. He had always thought she was pretty even when she wasn’t smiling, but when she was… wow. if he were in any way artistically inclined he would be tempted to draw a smile like that.

“What?” He asked, sensing that she was laughing at him. He was used to the reaction from when he attempted to participate in history class. “What did I say?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s just that this painting is almost as big as you and there’s no way you’re gonna be able to carry it by yourself.”

“Hey!” He protested, clutching his chest in fake offense. “I am wounded (y/n). Do you not trust me with your dragon?”

“I don’t trust anyone with my dragon. This thing is my baby. We’re gonna put it on a trolley.”

He opened his mouth to protest, because what was the point of spending seven hours a week in the gym if he couldn’t even lift a piece of paper and some wood, but she waved away his protest. “Oh hold on to your male pride. You can still push the trolley.”

He laughed, surprised by her snark. She was usually more quiet, although to be fair that may have been because he always saw her with Skye, who was rather loud. “Alright.” He surrendered. “How do you wanna do this?”

She explained how to wrap the canvas, and they got it covered. It pleased Jeff to notice that he had to do most of the work, because her arms weren’t long enough. The canvas was massive, as wide as (y/n) was tall, and half as tall as that as well. The two of them were able to get it onto a massive trolley to roll it out of the school, which (y/n) gestured for Jeff to steer while she went to get the first door.

“So,” he asked, grunting as the heavy cart resisted his first attempt to push it. She smirked at him, biting her cheek to keep from laughing, and he rolled his eyes. “So, why the dragon?”

Her smile fell immediately. “Haha, very funny.”

“No I’m serious.” He said, watching her face close off. “I know you like dragons, everyone knows that, but I was wondering why. I’m not judging, I swear, I think they’re really cool too.”

She eyed him suspiciously as he pushed the heavy cart through the first door. Finally she sighed, running her tattoo wrapped hand through her hair again. “I just got really into them when I was a kid. Some people like Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings or superheroes, I like dragons.” She looked up to see Jeff watching her expectantly, waiting for more. She sighed. “My dad is a writer. He’s working on this fantasy book, and so I draw dragons for him and he uses the illustrations in his novel. Every couple months when I go visit him I bring him a big bundle of drawing and he shows me what he’s written since I was there last.” It was a nice story, but she spat the words at him quickly, keeping her eyes on the corner of the trolley.

“That’s really cool.” Jeff nodded, looking at her. “My dad is the reason I got into baseball.”

She smiled slowly as she realized he wasn’t about to make fun of her. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, when I was little my dad brought me to the batting cages for the first time. I cried when he threw the ball at me.”

She laughed, the sound warm. Jeff tried not to move closer to her, to avoid ramming into her with the massive trolley. “My dad’s books actually come from these bedtime stories he used to tell me. I think he really started getting into dragons when I did, and it became something we did together you know?”

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded again. “My dad’s pretty busy with work, but we try to talk about baseball and watch the games together whenever we get the chance.”

“That’s nice.” She nodded, moving ahead to open the main doors. “I love when I get to spend time with my dad, we--”

“Hey Atkins!”

Both of them looked up, jumping in surprise as Bryce and Monty running over, each of them throwing an arm around his shoulders. (Y/n) tensed immediately, eyes widening as Monty shoved Jeff playfully. The trolley rocked, and she squeezed her eyes shut. If Monty shoved Jeff again she was gonna punch his stupid pretty face. Jeff laughed as Bryce pounded on his back, but then his eyes fell on (y/n). Her hands were clenched into fists, and she was white as the guys roughhoused around her painting. He shoved Bryce off, then twisted so he could push Monty away from the trolley.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jeff asked, shifting subtly to position himself in front of the painting. He looked over his shoulder at her, flashing her a reassuring smile. She breathed a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing, and his stomach flipped.

“We came to spring you from this stupid art shit man.” Monty laughed. “What the fuck’s taking so long anyway?”

Jeff looked over his shoulder again, to see (y/n) tense, arms crossed. She was clearly preparing for a confrontation. And it looked like she was going to get one, the way Monty’s eyes widened as he looked at her. “Oh, hey you’re hanging with the fantasy freak?”

She laughed sarcastically. “Oh wow, you can string together words that start with same letter. You’re so smart Monty.”

Jeff snorted, but it died quickly when Monty sneered. “Well at least I’m not a psycho obsessed with lizards.”

“Aha.” she rolled her weight onto her back leg and arched an eyebrow. “You were pretty obsessed with this lizard at Kate’s party last year. I’m pretty sure I remember you saying something about how cool it would be to have my dragon’s jaws wrapped around your--”

“Shut up!” Monty snapped, face going red with quick anger. “You’re such a stupid fucking bitch you know that?”

She shrugged, narrowing her eyes. “Hey, maybe I am. But I didn’t try to get the dragon freak to roar for me when I--”

“Shut the fuck up!” Monty lunged forward, and Jeff got in his way, puffing his chest and making himself bigger. He knew what Monty’s anger could be like, and as badass as (y/n)’s tattoo was, he was pretty sure an ink dragon wasn't gonna do much against Monty’s fist.

“Hey man!” Jeff shoved Monty back forcefully. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Monty lunged forward again. “That bitch doesn’t know what she’s--”

“Hey!” Jeff pushed him again, harder this time, and Bryce grabbed the other boy’s arm to keep him back. “You need to back off dude. Right now.”

“Why?” Monty sneered. “Because the dragon freak’s worried I’ll fuck up her doodles?” He shoved Jeff, and while the older boy was expecting it he still stumbled back a step. The trolley rolled back and her precious painting wobbled.

“Alright that’s it you fucking cock!” (Y/n) shouted.

She moved fast, and before Jeff could stop her Monty was stumbling back, his nose bloody from her fist slamming into his face. For a beat everything was silent, Jeff and Bryce staring at each other, mouths hanging open. Then everything went to shit. Monty lunged forward, grabbing for (y/n), and she punched him again. Jeff hooked an arm around (y/n)’s waist, hoisting her up and dragging her back kicking and struggling against his grip. Bryce forced Monty into a headlock to keep him from jumping forward. Jeff dragged (y/n) a safe distance away, taking an elbow to the side of the head before she was calm enough to be set back on her feet. Even still, he kept one arm around her waist, the other around her chest.

“You stupid fucking--” Monty growled, spitting blood and trying to throw Bryce off of him.

Jeff stumbled forward a step when (y/n) bucked against him, and he had to dig in his feet to keep her from lunging for Monty’s throat. “Monty back the hell off.” Jeff said through his teeth. He sucked in a breath as she elbowed him in the gut. “Fuck (y/n) stop!”

“Seriously bro.” Bryce tried to tug Monty back a step, but the smaller boy resisted. “Dude she’s not worth it.”

Monty was still pissed, shaking in Bryce’s grip. “But she’s a--”

“Back. The. Fuck. Off.” Jeff growled, narrowing his eyes. He was officially done with Monty talking shit. “Or Bryce is gonna help me hold you down while she beats the shit out of you.”

Monty looked like he was seriously considering punching a woman, which of course would mean Jeff would have to kill him, but Bryce was able to say something to him that made him calm down just enough that the bigger boy could drag him away. He shot Jeff a sympathetic look over his shoulder, and Jeff bristled, eyes narrowing as his arms tightened around (y/n). He kept a firm grip on her until the two baseball players were out of sight. When he finally let her go she spun out of his grip, eyes immediately landing on her painting, which was intact. Thank god.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as it set in that she had just punched Montgomery in the face. She looked down at her fist, her knuckles bloody and already bruising. “Ow.”

Jeff laughed sharply. “Yeah ow. You just punched a guy with crazy anger management issues in the face. What the hell were you thinking?”

“He almost destroyed nine months of work!” Her voice was shrill, and she crossed her arms defensively.

“If me and Bryce hadn’t been here he could have destroyed your face.” Jeff shot back, realizing how stupid that sounded as soon as the words left his mouth. (Y/n)’s eyebrows rose, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter.

“I’m serious.” Jeff protested, taking a step closer. “What if me and Bryce weren’t here? Monty could have really hurt you.”

“I know.” She nodded, still giggling. “Because- because I punched Monty in the face.” She snorted, shoulders shaking with the force of her laughter. “I actually- I punched that jackass in the face.” She doubled over, wiping her eyes. “Oh my god what the fuck was I thinking?”

Jeff tried to resist, but her laughter was contagious, and he found himself chuckling too. “It was pretty badass.” He agreed, snickering as he thought about the look on Monty’s face right after she broke his nose. “It was pretty fucking awesome actually.”

“Yeah it was!” She grinned, holding up her hand. She winced as she flexed her fingers, looking down at the bruises along her knuckles.

“What?” Jeff asked, still chuckling.

She shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t realize it was gonna hurt so much.”

Their eyes met, and they both started laughing again, laughing so hard they had to sit down on the curb until the fit subsided. As soon as one of them would calm down enough to look at the other, their eyes would meet and the laughter would start again. (Y/n) wiped her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulder, and he struggled to catch his breath.

“The look on his face--” She snorted.

“And did you see Bryce?” Jeff asked, wiping his eyes.

The laughter began again, (y/n) almost hiccuping. “Oh my god I’m gonna pee!”

Eventually Jeff was in enough control to get back to his feet, and he loaded the painting into the back of the truck while (y/n) watched, still giggling softly. He looked at her, breath hitching as he tried to hold back more laughter, and he held out his hand. “Come on, let’s get your art to the exhibit and then put some ice on that hand.”

She watched him cautiously, eyes flicking between his hand and his face. “What are you doing?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Helping you up?”

She blinked at him. “Um, okay.” She grabbed his hand, letting him pull her to her feet.

“Alright, let me look at your knuckles.” Jeff held out his other hand, and she gave him her left hand, wincing as she spread her fingers. He was able to see the bruising around her first two knuckles, disappearing beneath the dark ink of her tattoo, but considering she had just punched a guy it wasn’t too bad.

“You’re pretty lucky, I don’t think you broke anything.” He said, running his thumb over her knuckles.

She scoffed, and he looked up to see her rolling her eyes. “Of course I didn’t break anything. I know how to punch.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” He huffed sarcastically. “I didn’t think you made a habit of punching guys in the face.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. It hurts like a bitch but I’m sure it’s fine.”

He nodded. “We should probably ice it, but it’ll be fine.”

“We?” She asked, eyebrows raising.

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded. “I’m sorry but I can’t trust you not to punch another guy if I leave you alone. So we’re gonna drop off your stuff, and then we’re going to go to Licks and ice your hand, and you’re gonna tell me more about this awesome tattoo.” He slid his thumb up her wrist along the dark ink.

She blinked at him in surprise, eyebrows drawing together as she looked at him. “You want to go get ice cream with me?”

He nodded. “Of course I do. You punched Monty in the face, I gotta know how you did it. I've been wanted to punch him for years. Plus,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I think you’re kinda cool.”

Her mouth hung open, and he laughed softly, taking her sore hand in his gently. “Come on dragon girl, let’s go.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He looked down to see her looking at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. He hadn’t realized that he’d said it, and he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles in apology. “I’m sorry (yn). But if it makes you feel any better, I really do think dragons are awesome.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure you do. I’m onto you Atkins, I know you’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll share my ice cream with you.”

“Damn!” He laughed. “You’re right, you caught me.”

“Yeah I did.” She nodded, smiling knowingly. “But you opened the floodgates, so now you’re gonna spend the entire date listening to me talk about my dad’s book.”

“Sounds good,” Jeff grinned. He was totally gonna kiss her later. Dragons were fucking awesome, he’d always thought so, and so was she. A fierce, beautiful dragon in girl’s skin. His only regret was that it had taken him so long to realize it.

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