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Over the City

Fandom: Destiny

Rating: K+ Character(s): Commander Zavala Word Count: 1,349

You needed space to breathe. To think.

The last few weeks have been an endless onslaught of Vex, Hive, Cabal and Taken. You have lost count of how many times your Ghost has had to heal broken bones and gaping wounds, bring you back from the brink of death and revive you. Your body aches from the pain and abuse of it all. The last encounter with Cabal that morning had broken seven ribs, punctured a lung and almost eviscerated you.

Now, as it nears midnight, you find solace in peace. There’s a small nook in one of the western stairwells that opens to a maintenance hatch on the side of the wall. The ledge is sheltered and provides a beautiful view of the Last City that you fight each day to defend. It was worth it, but the constant kill or be killed took its toll mentally. Many guardians that you knew had taken themselves off on solo trips to every corner of the solar system to try and recuperate. Some were gone a few weeks, others took years to find their peace of mind again.

You could probably do with a similar bought of soul searching, but you remained purely for selfish reasons: you couldn’t leave him. Zavala. Titan Vanguard and Commander.

Since the first day you had stepped into the Tower you had admired him. His voice could put you to sleep, his honour and kindness melted your heart, and his determination to always do the right thing inspired you. At some point during this long, second life, you had fallen head over heels in love with him.

You completed each strike, mission and bounty he sent you on, but the time away from him made your heart ache. You hardly saw him at the tower either, only to collect and turn in your tasks, public announcements and when he would occasionally wander the Tower. It was a foolish love, but love nonetheless, so you had committed to working through the internal blackness of the fight at the tower, so you could still hear his voice, see his face and willingly complete the tasks he asked of you.

“You know, at some point he’s either going to figure it out, or you’re going to snap.” Your Ghost mentioned, idly floating by your shoulder and as though guessing your train of thought.

“It’s been this long and he hasn’t.” A small smile plays at the corner of your mouth. Was that a good thing? Hard to know anymore. Maybe confessing your undying love to him and getting shut down would be better for everyone. You were sure some of the other guardians were starting to piece it together, and Ikora had been giving you a look recently. If Cayde found out it would be public knowledge in a week.

“We could disappear to Nessus for a few weeks.” Ghost insisted. “There’s still a large Vex population. Just a few weeks away, see if that clears your head.”

You hummed in partial agreement, swinging your legs over the concrete ledge of your perch. Maybe it was time for a break. You weren’t a teenager, you had a job to do. “You’re right. Nessus could be good.” You agreed eventually. “I can speak to Ikora in the morning. See if she can put the request forwards to Zavala. Can’t focus on this forever.”

“Can’t focus on what?”

The deep rumble of the Commander’s voice made you jump and you damn near slipped from your ledge. “Nothing!” you answer far too hastily, your head snapping to the left to see your unwelcome intruder. How did he get here? When did he get here? “Stuff. Evening.” You really hoped the Commander couldn’t see the blush racing across your face, burning your cheeks. He probably could. You could see every inch of his solid build, from shining boots to raised eyebrow.

“Good evening.” Zavala cocked a smile. “You probably shouldn’t dangle off the edge.” He nodded towards you and, almost instinctively, you shuffled back against the wall and drew your feet up to rest on the concrete. Zavala chuckled and manoeuvred down to sit next you, tucking one leg under the other and dangling one foot over the edge. “It’s a nice evening.”

“It is.” you agreed. Look away. You urged yourself, your eyes transfixed on the side of his face. Your heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. Why was he here? You had never been alone with him like this before.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

You stared at him, blinking and forgetting your voice. “Nothing.” You manage to choke out eventually, pulling your eyes off his profile and out over the city. “Nothing important.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Zavala shift and turn to face you. The blush comes rushing back to your cheeks. “If it is worrying one of my most hardworking guardians, then it must be important.” He urged, almost gently.

“It’s nothing, really, just… thinking. Maybe I need a break? I don’t know. Ghost suggested maybe taking an extended order on Nessus. A few weeks. Nothing more. Maybe. I’m not sure. I like being here. In the Tower with everyone. With you.” Shit. “All! With everyone.” Double shit.

If Zavala picked up on your rambling mistake (he almost certainly couldn’t have missed it) he didn’t say anything. If you had been able to pluck up the courage to look at him, you would have seen a gentle smile playing out across his features.

“Sorry.” You shake your head. “I can’t imagine you’re here to listen to my problems. Are you here to give me an earful about being out here?”

“Not at all.” Zavala chuckled. “I’ve known about your secret for months.”

Secret? What secret? Did he mean the wall or-

“I just thought you might like some company. I can go?” the Commander offered, making to stand.

“No!” Too hasty. “Ah, it is nice to have the company. I thought I was slightly more discreet about my hide out, that’s all.”

“I can see it from my office.” Zavala smiled, turning his attention back towards the city. “I thought best to leave you be for now, but you seemed different after your strike today. I was concerned.”

“Thank you.” You said gently, letting your legs drop back down over the side. “I appreciate the company. Today was hard, but we do it for a reason. Being out here helps me remember why we fight.”

The two of you fell into gentle silence, watching the lights of the sprawling city far below. It was nice. Calming. The stress of the day was already falling away and the pain in your ribs hurt just a little less than before. Eventually, Zavala broke the silence.

“If you want to take an extended order, I will not deny your request.” He said gently, turning once more to look at you. “I shall miss you, but I will authorise it.”

“Miss me?” you couldn’t help but look at him. You mean to argue that there were other guardians just as dedicated, just as skilled, if not more so, but those bright blue eyes caught yours and you felt yourself getting lost in the way he looked at you. Really looked at you.

“Yes. I will miss you.” Zavala said, reaching out and taking your hand. His hand was warm against yours as he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “But I can let you go if you need to. Just as long as you promise to come back.”

You nodded mutely, your hand still clasped in his. “Always.”

Zavala smiled and placed another kiss on your knuckles before dropping your hand into your lap. “I don’t know about you, but I need dinner. I think the noodle hut is still open. Dinner?”

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth and you ducked your head to try and hide it. “Dinner.” You agreed, and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

Maybe just a quick strike on Nessus would suffice.

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Fate Will Decide - Chapter 2

Imagine being a servant in Rivendell, seeing Thranduil during a state visit and falling in love with him, but saying nothing. You fall into trouble and he comes to your rescue, eventually professing his love for you. 

Chapter 1 

King Thranduil quickly consumes your every waking moment and every sleeping moment. You long to hear his voice and see his face, and your longing doesn’t leave when he does. Two decades is nothing to a normal elf, but to an elf in love it feels like an eternity. The others have noticed the change in your demeanour but seem to have believed the lie about being homesick. If they were curious as to why it appeared to last so long they were kind enough to not ask.

You feel terrible for keeping such a secret from them, but it both humours you and scares you. On one hand you’re in love with a king for pitties sake, but on the other hand you’re in love with a king. What would people do when they found out? Other than laugh at you?

You thought that by putting your head down and trying to soldier through you would be ok.

You were wrong.

Celebrían is pregnant. With twins. It’s a cause for celebration and feasts across Rivendell and Lothlórien but it also means that people are arriving from all over Middle Earth to present gifts in person. There have been dignitaries from dwarven kingdoms and human settlements and Galadriel has moved in in the run up to the birth. All the commotion meant that it was only a matter of time until he arrived.

Thranduil arrived a week before the suspected arrival of the babies. No one had told you when we was coming and you suspected the others meant to be kind and not alarm you, but you almost died of shock when you rounded a corner and almost ran into him. With an undignified squeak you scrambled out the way and dropped into a curtsey. Thranduil casts you a glance out the corner of his eye as he passes, but otherwise pays you no heed.

With a face as red as a fresh summer rose you hurry to Celebrían’s room, where she’s been on bed rest for the last few days.

“Is everything alright?” she asks you once you’re safely inside and have deposited fresh bed linen. “You look almost ill.”

“It’s nothing.” you brush her off with a small smile. “Almost made a fool of myself, that’s all.”

“Nonsense.” Celebrían laughs. “You’re a graceful and quiet creature. How could you possibly make a fool out of yourself?”

“Almost ran face-first into King Thranduil.” you mutter, propping open the balcony windows.

Celebrían laughs. “Ah yes, I see how that could cause you some distress. He is very handsome after all.”

You involuntarily tense and cast your mistress a surprised look. She’s observing you knowingly, a small smirk on her face. “I assure you, I don’t know what you mean.” you mumble, helping her to a chair so that you can strip the old bed sheets away.

“Oh don’t tell tales!” Celebrían laughs. “Your friends have betrayed you I’m afraid. Being in love is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not in love.” you protest, pulling the sheets from the bed a little too hard.

“Forgive me, but I believe that you are. The others tell me of how you’ve been upset since he left last and how you yearn for him. That sounds like love.”

“Well forgive me,” you snap, “but that is none of their concern.” you sigh and stop what you’re doing, pressing your fingers to your temples. “I’m sorry, my lady. I didn't mean to be so blunt.”

“It’s okay.” Celebrían smiles, gently rubbing her very pregnant belly. “I understand how you feel. Feeling as though your love may never be returned is a painful feeling, especially when fate has decided it’s to be.”

“If that’s true then fate is a cruel jokester.” you sigh, gently seating yourself on the edge of the bed. “Why did it have to be him? Of all the elves in Middle Earth, why him?”

“Why is being in love with him such an issue?”

“Because he’s a King and I’m just a common maid”

“Why does that matter?” “Our social ranks alone are enough to ensure he never so much as looks at me twice, let alone entertain the idea of loving me.”

Celebrían smiled encouragingly. “Love works in strange and mysterious ways. Don’t be disheartened just because it’s not conventional.”

“I’m more disheartened because the chances of it working are minimal. Even if it was recuperated no one would want a maid for a Queen. It took you centuries to learn the basics about your role.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. If it’s meant to be then it will be and you will just learn on the job.” Celebrían winces and shifts a little in her seat. “Now, you may want to hurry with those sheets. I have a feeling tonight will be the night.”

Celebrían isn’t wrong. As the moon passes its peak in the sky there is a knock on your bedchamber door. Having not doubted your mistress’ motherly instincts you were simply napping already dressed, so you waste no time in hurrying down to her bedchambers. Lord Elrond passes nervously outside, pausing for a moment to allow you to slide into the room,

Lady Galadriel is sat on the bed next to her daughter and two birthing maids hurry around the chamber.

You’re immediately put to work fetching fresh towels, clean water and pain relieving tonics. Celebrían is mostly quiet whilst she pushes and strains and you wonder if the ever stoic Galadriel has something to do with that. Each time you open the door to fetch something else Elrond looks up with hope in his eyes.

Finally, just before dawn, Celebrían brings two sons into the world and Elrond is allowed back into the room again. It’s a heart-warming sight to behold as you tidy up the mess. Elrond gently kisses the foreheads of his sons and embraces his wife. As you silently leave the room you wonder if that’s a tear you see escaping his eye.

The others are just rising for the day when you get back to the maid’s living quarters and they’re immediately on you with questions.

“Have they been born?”

“Is she okay?”

“What did she have?”

“What are they called?”

“What was it like?”

“Enough!” you laugh, waving them down. “It’s not my news to tell. I’m sure you’ll hear about it soon, but currently I just want to sleep!”

The others grumble but do eventually let you through to your room, where you flop unceremoniously on the bed and allow the dreams of an elven king to infect your sleep once more.

You’re allowed reprieve from your duties from your duties until the following morning, when you are summoned to the private dining hall of Celebrían and Elrond. It’s been a good day of rest for you. You were able to keep your mind off the elven king for all of it and that gives you hope that it will be a good day.

Until you’re permitted entrance to the dining hall.

There sits Celebrían and Elrond at the head of the table, their two sons swaddled in a crib beside them. Then sits Galadriel and next to her sits Thranduil. You feel your heart jump to your mouth and your knees go weak. Celebrían is up to something and you know it. Judging from her coy smile you’re not wrong.

You drop into a curtsey and wish for the tiled floor to swallow you whole.

“Come, Y/N,” Celebrían rises carefully from her seat, “I don’t think you’ve been formally introduced to everyone.”

You rise from your curtsey and offer her a tight smile. “I don’t believe that’s necessary.”

“Of course it is!” Celebrían smiles. “Thranduil, this is my closest friend and most trusted maid, Y/N. YN, I believe you have met Thranduil in passing.”

“Indeed.” you force through clenched teeth. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness.” you drop into another curtsey, refusing to look at Thranduil.”

“Likewise.” he muses and you wonder if you will drop dead there and then. “I hear we shall be spending some time together.”

“We will?” you curse the squeak in your voice. “Thranduil has very generously offered us the loan of some of the books in his library. We’d like you to accompany him back to the Greenwood to collect them.”

Yes, it’s official. Celebrían hates you.

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Happy New Year

I’m addicted to destiny and I love the Vanguards. There’s not nearly enough of them so I’m going to try and fix that. Send in any requests you have! 

It took a week to decorate the tower ready for the New Year celebrations. Streamers and banners were being hung, booze was being smuggled in and the kitchens were being worked overtime in order get all the food ready. Missions were being wrapped up and the Guardians were coming home. It was shaping up to be a good night, one that you were mostly looking forwards to. The only bit you weren’t looking forwards to was the gift giving.

Tradition stated that you should give a gift to the one you admired. Sort of like ‘Valentine’s day’ from way back when. You didn’t have to gift give, but you’d talked yourself out of it the last two years, so you really should do it this time. You tossed the small box between your hands and chewed nervously on your lip. “Just get it over with.” your Ghost chided you.

“He has no need for this, you know.” you sigh, popping the lid of the box open. Inside was a small moonstone broach of a thousand colours that you had picked up in a market five years ago. You had brought it with the intention of giving it to Zavala, but you had never managed to pluck up the courage to do it.

“It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t need it, it matters that you picked it out for him.”

“Yeah but how many gifts do you think he gets a year? He probably just tosses them all in the trash.”

“You’re just-”

“And what if he accepts it?” you cut your Ghost off. “Then I’ve got to tell him it was me who sent it.” “Well that’ a good-”

“But then what if he doesn’t like me back?”

“You’re really overthinking this.” Ghost sighs, appearing a few inches from your nose. “Just go and leave it on his desk. In and out Nice and quick. 30 second job. I’ll even keep watch for you.”

“Fine.” you groan. “But if this goes tits up I’m throwing myself off this tower and don’t you dare bring me back.”

Ghost laughs, bobbing out the way as you tuck the box in your pocket and shuffle towards the door.

The walk to Zavala’s office seems extraordinarily long today. Everyone you pass seems to look at you in a knowing manner, but Ghost assures you you’re just being paranoid. His office is mercifully empty and the usual guards are absent. “Must be in a meeting.” Ghost muses. “This is good. Quickly now!”

You leave him watching the doorway whilst you slip in and leave the small box on his desk. You leave it just to one side, so it’s not glaringly obvious and maybe, just maybe, it’ll disappear under a load of paperwork.

“For an oh-so-brave Warlock, you’re one big coward.” Ghost chides as the two of you make a hasty escape.

“Oh, do shut up.”

As per tradition, if Zavala accepts your gift he will wear it tonight and you must tell him that it was you who gave it to him before the night ends. If he decides that he doesn’t want to entertain the idea of dating you, then he will return the gift. This is either going to be a really, really good night, or no one is ever going to hear from you again.

You wonder if that last part has something to do with your outfit choice for the night. Black robes with silver embroidery. Easy to blend into the night when no one can see you anyway.

“Honestly, you're giving Warlocks a bad name.” Ghost chirps at your reflection.

“You know the phrase ‘If you don't have anything nice to say…’?”

You're sure Ghost would stick his tongue out if he was capable of doing so.

As the clock ticks past 10pm you steel yourself for what lies ahead and head down to the courtyard to join the festivities.

Guardians are crawling all over the place, laughing, drinking and generally being loud. You spot a few of your regular fire team and push through the crowds to greet them. Your Hunter friend is already drunk and leaning heavily on the Titan of the group. “Evening!” you shout over all the noise. “Having a good night?”

The drunken awoken slurs something about whiskey and the Titan rolls her eyes. “Too much fun for some!”

The crowd jostles and pushes and you eventually end up losing sight of your friends, so decide to find Ikora instead.

Your mentor is on the edges of the crowd, watching the happenings with a gentle smile. A few of the older Warlocks are hanging around her, likely trying to be the ones who get to shadow her for the next year.

“Good evening.” she greets you as you approach. “I trust you're not already drunk?”

“Not yet!” you smile cheerfully, waving a greeting to the hopefuls hanging around. “Just thought I'd come wish you a Happy New Year before we're lost to the night.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Ikora smiles, giving you a look that you can't quite make out. “Should you desire to wish the Commander a Happy New Year too, you'll find him over by Banshee's tent.”

You offer her a confused smile, wondering why she would suggest seeking out the Commander. Was she just trying to make sure you remembered him, or did she know something you didn't. “Have a good night Ikora.” you take your leave and start disappearing back into the crowd.

“Good choice with the moonstone!” Ikora shouts to you before she's lost from sight and your heart is suddenly beating ten to the dozen. How does she know about the moonstone? How did she know that you're the one who gifted it? If she knew Zavala almost definitely knew.

“Do you know how we move on and stop worrying about this?” Ghost pipes up from being you. “We find Zavala, see if he's wearing it, say hi and move onto the next chapter of our lives.”

“Would you please keep your voice down?” you mutter, pushing through the crowd towards Banshee's tent. Ghost is right. You need to get this out the way so you can move on and possibly get blackout drunk.

When you finally spot Zavala you're disheartened to see just how many Titan’s are milling around him. His back is to you so you hope to try and make a hasty retreat, but one of the Titans spot you and call you over. “Good to see you!” he booms, wrapping you in a bear hug once you're within arms reach. “I was just regaling our Commander with the story of that Nessus Raid last month! You remember? That one where we had to drag our hunter friend through most of the ship after a nasty knock to the head.”

“If I remember correctly,” you grunt, wriggling free of the vice-like grip so that just one arm remains draped over your shoulder, “it was your fault he took a knock to the head.”

“Well I told him to duck!” the Titan scoffs and Zavala chuckles.

You risk a sneaky glance at the Commander and your knees go weak when you spot the broach nestled between the folds of his armour. He catches your eye almost immediately (it appears he may have been waiting for you to look up) and you look away blushing, suddenly very grateful for the heavy arm around your shoulders that's grounding you to reality.

“I was wondering if I might borrow you for a moment?” Zavala rumbles and it takes you a second to work out he's talking to you.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure thing.”

The heavy arm slips from around your shoulder and Zavala motions you away from the Titan group, to a secluded area just to one side of Banshee's tent.

“Are you having a good evening?” he asks, once the crowd has been left being and he doesn’t have to raise his voice to be heard.

“Yup.” you say a little too quickly. “Ears are ringing though.”

Zavala offers a small chuckle and gently places a hand on your arm. “Thank you for the broach. It's truly beautiful.”

“You're very welcome but how did you know it was me?”

“Your ghost told me.” He admits with a small smile. “I tried to get back into my office whilst you were in there. He was only too eager to tell me about how you've been avoiding it for nearly three years.”

“I'm going to fry his circuits.” you grumble.

Zavala laughs and takes your shoulders in his hands. “As much as I would like to accept your offer, you must understand that it will not be easy. My duty must always be to the tower and keeping the people safe.”

“That’s what we do.” you agree.

“And I will not be able to be ‘lovey’.”

You laugh at the thought. “You don’t strike me as the type.”

“And no special treatment.”

“I can live with that.” Zavala smiles and gently kisses your forehead. “Then maybe we can give this a try.”

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Hush Now

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: K+ Character(s): Sherlock Holmes Word Count: 337 Prompt: Can you please write something where the reader needs to help Sherlock go to sleep? Thanks!  Requested by: anon

Sherlock Holmes isn’t a relationship sort of man. You had known this when you had developed feelings for him and you had known this when you had moved into John’s room. And whilst he is more affectionate towards you than anyone else, and he is certainly protective of you, you aren’t his girlfriend and he isn’t your boyfriend. Whilst this makes things a little complicated at times, for the most part you are fine with it. Sherlock cares in his own special way and that’s what counts.

Physical contact is almost completely off the cards, bar pulling via the hand and the occasional hug. That’s how you know this particular case is bothering him.

Like a cat guilty of rummaging through the bins he slinks into your bedroom just past three in the morning. You’ve been awake for a while now anyway, vaguely aware of him muttering and pacing back and forth in the living room. “Tough case?” You ask, shuffling across to allow him to fold his slender frame onto the bed.

Sherlock ‘hmm’s, about the best response you’ll get out of him when he’s worrying about a case like this one. He tends to keep the gruesome details, and anything that might cause you stress, from you. You’re almost glad. The news is enough stress for anyone without knowing the gory details of London murders and potential terrorist attacks.

Whatever this case is has to be bad as Mycroft has been around three times in the last week. That’s more visits than in the last six months.

Sherlock has dark circles under his eyes as he wriggles in under the covers and tentatively lays his head on your chest.

You say nothing to him, just start running your hands through his hair with one hand and rubbing between his shoulders with the other. It’s a trick your mother used to pull with you on nights that you couldn’t sleep, and it works a treat with Sherlock too.

His muscles start to relax and you feel the tension start to slide out of him. It’s not long before he’s snoring gently on your chest and you allow yourself to drift off to sleep in the comfort of such rare affection.

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Welcome Home

Fandom: The Hobbit

Rating: K+ Character(s): Bilbo Baggins Word Count: 1,132

It had been a strange year. The respectable Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit of many household comforts, had upped and left on an adventure without a moment’s notice. There had been uproar in the Shire. Was he dead? Kidnapped? Lost? Eventually the speculation had subsided and people started grumbling about the rude hobbit who just vanished one day.

The knowledge that Bilbo had just vanished on an adventure hurt in your heart. You and he had been good friends, and you had hoped that maybe you could have been more.

A year to the day after Bilbo had vanished he was declared dead and his possessions were auctioned off. Hobbits could be truly greedy sometimes and you watched from afar with distaste as your family joined the throngs of halflings trying to help themself to the Baggins fortune. You had almost fallen off your fencepost when, seemingly out of nowhere, Bilbo Baggins himself appeared and proved himself to be very much alive. Had shock not overcome you, you may have run to his front door and thrown yourself at him after berating him for leaving in the first place. But by the time you had recovered from your shock his front door had been slammed closed and your parents had dragged you inside, loudly complaining about Hobbits who thought they could do as they pleased without any consequences.

Your parent’s continue to complain through the night and into the morning. They’re still moaning when there is a heavy, almost frantic, knock on the door to the family home. Still muttering under his breath your father goes to answer it and there’s a moment of silence.

“Master Baggins!” you hear him exclaim. “What an unexpected surprise!” You mother has the decency to look horrified, no doubt wondering if she had been heard whining. That would do nothing for her respectable image. “Of course, of course!” your father nervously laughs in the hallway before calling to you. “Can you come here a moment?”

Ignoring the quizzical looks from your mother and your siblings you abandon your breakfast and trot down the hall to the door.

Bilbo is waiting in the entrance hall, looking a little tired but otherwise showing no indication that he’s been away for the year. His clothes are fresh and bright and his hair, although longer, looks as soft as lamb wool. A fresh petunia sits in the lapel of his jacket and he holds a cloth bundle in one hand. He’s smiling from ear to ear but there seems to be something amis about it.

“Good morning, Master Bilbo.” you smile pleasantly. “What can I do for you this morning?”

“I was wondering if I could perhaps have a word?” he asks nervously, glancing at your father.

“Let’s go outside.” you suggest, sliding past your father. Once you’re outside you shut the door tightly behind you and lead the way up onto the mossy hill that forms the roof of your hobbit hole, so as not to be overheard by prying family members. “It’s so good to see you again!” you beam once you’re alone. “I’ve been quite worried about you this past year. Were you ok? It’s not like you to just vanish.”

“It’s been a strange year.” Bilbo admits. “A great many unsavoury things happened with a great deal of people that I’m not sure you’d believe even if you’d have been there!”

“You could try and tell me anyway?” you suggest, settling down in the grass. “I’ve missed you, Bilbo.” you admit.

“Well a group of dwarves showed up on my doorstep accompanied by a wizard and enlisted my help as a burglar to steal treasure from a dragon. We ran into some trolls that tried to kill us and orcs that tried to kill us, then a bunch of grumpy elves whilst running from the orcs. Then we ran from the elves and ended up running from goblins, at which point the orcs caught back up to us and we had to take shelter with a skin changer! After that it was a treacherous trek through an enchanted forest where we had to escape from more elves, but this time in barrels. Then we ended up in Laketown for a few days before finally breaking into a mountain to wake up a dragon. The dragon set fire to Laketown and was eventually killed. The dwarf king went crazy and locked us away in the mountain when an army of elves and humans showed up on the doorstep. Then more dwarves arrived and so did the orcs and a battle broke out over the mountain. I ended up in the middle of that battle and watched three of my good dwarf friends die for what they believe in and it made me realise just how short life can be.”

You stare at Bilbo in shock, struggling to comprehend his rapid speech. Dwarves? Elves? Wizards? And what on earth was an orc? You have a thousand questions and no idea where to start. “Are you okay?” You ask, your brain finally processing the part where Bilbo said his friends die.

“I will be.” Bilbo admits. “But the adventure made me realise that life is too short to be afraid anymore. You were my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night and every time I came face to face with death my only thought was how I never told you how I feel.”

“How do you feel?” you ask hesitantly, trying to fight the blush rising in your cheeks.

“I care for you deeply, and not just as a friend. I never had the courage to tell you before, but I’ve faced dragons and orcs and angry dwarves and you turning down an offer of courtship could never be as horrid as any of those things?”

“Why do you think I would turn down an offer of courtship?” you ask, your voice unusually steady whilst your heart beats triple time in your chest.

Bilbo blinks in surprise. “Well, I just assumed you would.”

“Bilbo Baggins,” you laugh, “are you asking me if I would like to court you?”

“I guess I am!” Bilbo chuckles, a blush covering his cheeks. “I brought you this as a gift, if you’ll take it.” Bilbo hands you the cloth packet and you unfurl it to reveal a simple stone with some strange runes engraved on it. “It’s a promise stone.” Bilbo explains. “One of the dwarves on the quest was given one by his mother and he showed me how to make it. It’s a promise to always love and protect you. If you’ll accept it that is.”

You drop the stone into your palm and turn it over a few times. It has a green shimmer to it and it is truly lovely. A little strange for a courting gift but it was handmade by Bilbo so that made it all the more special. A smile tugs itself across your face. “Of course I accept your offer Bilbo.”

Bilbo heaves a sigh of relief and holds his arms out for a hug, which you happily accept.

“Just one request,” you mumble into his shoulder, “you need to tell me about your adventure in detail.”

“I’m sure I can do that.” Bilbo says with a kiss to the top of your head.

#bilbo baggins #bilbo/reader #bilbo1s

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Fate Will Decide - Chapter 1

Fandom: Lord of The Rings/Hobbit

Rating: K+ Character(s): Thranduil Word Count: 1,142 Prompt: Imagine being a servant in Rivendell, seeing Thranduil during a state visit and falling in love with him, but saying nothing. You fall into trouble and he comes to your rescue, eventually professing his love for you. Requested by: anon

Rivendell was awash with people, flowers and laughter. This time tomorrow the Lord of Rivendell would marry your mistress, Lady Celebrían and the houses would be united. It warmed your heart to see such love and devotion between to elves and, as you arranged the roses, you could see them walking down by the river hand in hand. You smiled to yourself and turned away from what would soon dissolve into a love-fest.

“I do love a wedding.” Laiquië, your fellow handmaiden and long-time friend, sighs wistfully as she follows you up to the great hall. “I only wish that one day I could have a wedding this beautiful.”

“It doesn’t matter how many people witness the wedding, nor does it matter the number of flowers, only that you love each other more than the grass loves rain.”

Laiquië laughs and jostles your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, oh wise one! You sound just like your mother.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” you muse, stepping into the great hall that would house the ceremony tomorrow.

The large space was draped in white silk and flowers, with hundreds of wooden seats draped with vines. It felt like an outdoor meadow contained within marble pillars. It truly was beautiful.

“However a wedding like this truly does warm the heart.” you smile, stepping over to a small table to start carrying amphorae filled of wine down to the dining room.

Crossing the courtyard is no easy feat. The servants of Rivendell scurry back and forth carrying baskets of bread, fresh vegetables, flowers and wine. Stable hands move the many horses from arriving guests to the stables and other servants show the guests to their rooms. There is scarcely room to cross the stone courtyard when more trumpets sound from the bridge.

The convoy from the Greenwood has arrived.

Servants scramble to clear the area as a huge elk trots across the bridge, the fresh-faced King Thranduil astride his back.

You have heard of the great deeds of this fresh King and the losses that he has suffered in battle, but you had never seen him before. He is truly a handsome elf and you feel your heart flutter in your chest and a blush grace your cheeks.

“By my graces, he is beautiful.” a servant behind you sighs, eliciting giggles from some others.

The King, almost as though he has heard these mutterings, casts a smirking glance over the crowd.

Your heart almost takes off.

“Back to work, please!” one of Elrond’s personal hands calls from the top of the stairs.

There’s a brief pause and the courtyard bursts back to life. You hurry up to the great hall where you find Laiquië already setting down her platter of food. Hundreds of plates line the long table and it is likely there will be leftovers for days. “Isn’t King Thranduil a sight to behold?”

“He’s certainly something.” you agree, leaning the amphorae against the wall alongside many others. The mere sight of his face had warmed your heart and that smirk had sent butterflies into a frenzy in your belly. You hope against hope to see him again but it is not be.

You are called to Celebrían’s chambers just after sunset to help her prepare for tomorrow. You are joined by Laiquië and another of her four closest maids as you pour her bath, check her clothes for faults and loose stitches.

“Are you excited, my lady?” you ask as you comb her hair before bed.

Celebrían smiles at you in the mirror. “I am excited not just for tomorrow, but for the rest of my life. And I look forwards to having you all by my side as we go.”

Although you were pleased to have been chosen to follow Celebrían to her new home, you were sad to leave your family and other friends behind. You had known the forests to be your home your whole life and, as nice as Rivendell was, it would never truly be home.

It was a feeling shared by Laiquië and the other hand maidens but none of you could ever imagine staying behind and leaving Celebrían. She was not just a mistress but a friend.

It brought you great pride the following morning to see her dressed in her wedding gown, hair braided to perfection, waiting to meet her husband. Yourself and the other maids were dressed in identical pale rose gowns and would lead her down the aisle to where her father was waiting to marry her.

“Are you ready?” you asked Celebrían, dusting invisible dirt off the hem of her gown.

“As ever I will be. Please, lead the way.” she smiles.

Taking a deep break you link your arm with Laiquië and lead the way from the room. The other four hand maidens fall into line behind you and Celebrían brings up the rear.

Servants line the hallways and the courtyard, bowing deeply to their future Lady as she passes. The doors to the great hall are open wide and gentle music floats down the stairs to meet you, seeming to guide you towards the future.

The hall is packed with people from all over Middle Earth, from elves to the leaders of men, even the King of Erebor himself. At the end of the aisle waits Celeborn and Elrond, both dressed in golds and silvers. But your eyes are drawn to King Thranduil, dressed in a rich green embroidered with silver, who watches Celebrían with a gentle smile. There is something about that elf that you just can’t ignore. A horrendous impulse that you can’t quite seem to ignore is telling you to throw yourself at his feet, and if it wasn’t for Laiquië’s warmth on your side you likely would have.

Finally you pass him and arrive safely at the end of the aisle, turning your back to him and focussing on the wedding. Yet the words are distant to you and you want nothing more than to turn around and see his face again. Laiquië nudges you every now and then to keep your attention focussed on the long proceedings. As beautiful as they were, elvish weddings were far too long.

Finally, almost two hours later, the rings are exchanged, declarations of love are made and Celebrían is officially the Lady of Rivendell. The hall erupts in cheers as the two newlyweds pass back down the rows of people and you turn to watch them go.

Your eyes inevitably land on King Thranduil and your heart almost stops when you find him staring back at you.

#thranduil #thranduil/reader #lokimp

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I know, I know, I’m an awful human being. I’ve been gone months. I have 3 genuine reasons: 

1) I started a University course with the Open University studying Environmental Science 

2) I bid farewell to my previous job of 5 years at McDonalds (yay!) and got a new one 

3) I GOT MARRIED!! It was beautiful and fun and it rained because Wales and we took the modern route of double-barreling our surnames but God damned I’m happy!

There’s a story in the queue for every day of the month including a ridiculously long Thranduil/Reader quest that is more of a novel than a one-shot, but multi-chapter fics are my favorites.

Requests open because I’m a sucker for punishment.

#not a fic

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The Seer (Original Work)

I’ve finally gotten around to writing my own original work. I’m not very far in at the moment but if any of you could give it a read and some feedback I’d be super appreciative! 

Chapter 1 here 

#the seer #my work

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YAAAAASSSS!!! good things come in 3! 1000+ followers, a new car and a new job all in the same week! Expect updates soon!

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Ahhh! I love try to fix you, please tell me there's gonna be more!! X

Ive had over 2 dozen requests to continue this so I think I might have to!

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Imagine: The Company running through your back garden

Source 

It had been a long week at the office dealing with rude customers, a snappy boss and annoying colleagues. To make matters work it was pouring with rain, your car’s ‘Check Engine’ light was on and you were coming down with a cold. The only positive to this week was that your cat, Bluebell, was waiting patiently for you by the front door when you got home, and she hadn’t shredded the sofa today.

You wanted nothing more than to down a bottle of wine and to go to bed, but there was washing up to do and laundry to fold first. You dragged your heavy feet to the kitchen and filled the sink with water, mindlessly setting about trying to restore some order to your tiny kitchen.

You were singing along to something on the radio, watching the leaves rustle in your garden, when the first fence panel fell. You frowned, then shrieked in surprise when a small, hairy man picked himself up off the wood. He dusted himself off and, (good grief, is that an axe in his head???) proceeded to throw himself at the opposite fence panel, knocking that one down as well.

You stared, open mouthed and dishes quite forgotten about, as the axe-man was followed by an equally tiny man with lots of orange hair. He came barrelling through your garden and was gone in a matter of seconds. Suddenly more and more came running through your garden. They were each as equally small and hairy, bar one who looked to be bald but was moving too quick to tell. A tall man in a grey dress and a pointy had followed them. He paused for a moment to put the first fence panel back up before hurrying from your garden and restoring the second one.

Blinking, staring open mouthed at your garden, you shook your head. Looked like you really needed that glass of wine!

#the hobbit #thehobbit1s

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I Missed You

Fandom: Star Trek

Character(s): Jim Kirk   Rating: K Word Count: 475

It has been a long eighteen months. Eighteen months of worry and sleepless nights, all to exchange for one month of happiness and joy, only for another eighteen months of agony. That was the price of marrying a Star Fleet Captain.

Your romance with Jim has been a bit of a whirlwind. You met him during his three month down-time whilst the USS Enterprise was receiving its upgrades. By the end of the three months you were engaged and, eighteen months later during his next shore leave, you were married. This would only be the second time you would have been able to touch him since then.

Sure the two of you called each other whenever he was docked somewhere and had holo-calls when his connection was strong enough, but there were still long periods of radio silence where you could never be sure if he would call again. And then there were the sleepless nights and days of touch deprivation where you’d just cry until you felt sick.

But finally, after nearly four years of marriage, it’s all going to come to an end. Not that Jim knows anything about it. All he knows is that he’s getting a new doctor as one of the current ones is transferring off. He has no idea that you’ve been working with Star Fleet for the last six months to transfer for medical degree from the hospital you currently work at to the USS Enterprise. The only one who knows is Bones, and he can keep secrets better than a rock.

So your excitement is doubled as you wait patiently with the other family and friends waiting for the thousand-strong crew of the USS Enterprise to disembark. Slowly the arrival boards click on and the other people depart to the areas assigned to engineering, security, communications, science and medical. You stay rooted, bouncing on the balls of your feet until ‘Command’ flicks for amber to green.

The double doors in front of you ‘whoosh’ open and he’s there in the front, hair as messy as always and a tired smile plastered to his face. His bright blue eyes meet yours and you’re running to him before you can register what you’re doing.

You launch yourself at him, colliding hard with his chest, and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Jim takes a step back and ends up spinning the two of you in order to keep your balance. The other command crew step around the two of you to greet their own families, but you ignore them.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” You chant over and over as you pepper kisses across his face.

“I love you too.” Jim laughs, eventually letting you go so that he can hold your face still in order to kiss you properly. “God I’ve missed you.”

#jim kirk #jim kirk/reader #star trek #jim kirk1s

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Okay so my abuser is currently on the verge of losing most of his targets which means soon he’ll be looking for more

If you are a trans person in your early 20s living in the Dallas/Garland area

If you meet a trans man named Emmett Orton or stumble upon the blog trans/ash/ketchum (Without the dashes)

Avoid him at all cost

This man is a serial abuser and a sexual predator who targets vulnerable trans people

He’s had 5 abuse victims so far

2 of which he sexually assaulted

You may find him offering housing to trans people in crisis, this is part of his trap. He is a dangerous person and he will try to use your situation to control and manipulate you

On tumblr he tends to drift around trans and fat positivity circles. Keep an eye out

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Your Fault (Again)

Fandom: Marvel Rating: T Character(s): Loki Word Count: 1,508 Prompt: Would it be ok to ask one where reader helps loki and thor escape as she holds back some bad guys. Maybe she gets hurt and Loki cant stop blaming for that? Requested by: anon

The Bifrost Bridge was no place to be fighting anyone, let alone an army of undead with hundreds of innocent Asgardians behind you. Not an hour ago you had been fleeing with them down the side of a mountain as Hela sought to kill you all. Now you fought next to Heimdall, a giant green beast and the remaining loyal guard to protect everything you loved. Well, almost everything. Your husband had been absent for the last six month, but honestly, what was new?

“Heimdall, there are too many!” you shouted to the warrior as you pushed back three of the undead. It seemed they were harder to kill a second time around. “If these bastards don’t get us we will fall!”

“We must fight!” Heimdall replies, planting his foot square in the chest of an undead and sending him reeling off the side of the bridge. “There is no other way!”

You rolled aside three green creatures launched themselves at you. You took off ones leg and sliced the other two through the middle, looking up just in time to see Heimdall sprawl across the floor. “Heimdall!” you shouted, as though words alone would save him from the sword bearing down on him.

All of a sudden there was a concentrated explosion from over your shoulder and the soldier disintegrated. You rushed to help the gate keeper up before looking for the source of the explosion. It had come from what looked like a small mountain.

“What’s up, man?” the mountain asked with a voice too high pitched for his body. “I’m Korg and this,” he gestured to a purple blob on metal legs, “is Miek.”

You and Hiemdall nodded a greeting, but further words couldn’t be exchanged; there was a battle to fight. It had been far too long since you had last engaged in a battle and you were tiring quickly. Your sword arm was heavy and your legs tired from dodging so many enemies. If more of your people could fight it might not be so strenuous, but most of them would likely kill themselves before anyone else got the chance.

“Take leave of this fight before it kills you” Heimdall ordered, slaying a beast before it has the chance to stab you in the back.

“Never! If I must die to keep my people safe, then so be it!”

Heimdall looked as though he wanted to throw you to the other end of the Bridge himself, but he held his tongue. He may be better than you on the field of battle, but you still outranked him in terms of hierarchy.

A low rumbling in the air above you caught your attention and you made the mistake of looking. As you saw a large ship level itself with the bridge an undead saw its moment of opportunity to plant its sword though your leg. As it was missing a leg itself it missed its intended mark of your thigh, instead impaling your calf muscle. You separated its head from its shoulders, taking a moment to wonder briefly why it had opted for a dagger and not a sword.

No matter. These blades were old and rusted and you doubted Hela had taken the opportunity to rid them of bacteria. There was a commotion happening behind you but you were wary to turn your back on the advancing undead again.

“Get on the ship, now!” your heart both soared and sank in the same moment. You knew the voice you could just hear above the clamour of the crowd.

“You should have listened to me!” Heimdall scolded, appearing at your side and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shot him a withering glare but said nothing as you gritted your teeth against the pain radiating from your calf. Vomiting was in you near future, as was an infection.

“Listen to me now and get on that ship!”

This time you did not have the heart to disobey Heimdall. With a low groan you turned and began shuffling towards the ship. You thought that, if you were really lucky, you might be able to avoid the gold horns parting the crowd. But no, Loki seemed to be heading straight for you.

He looked pleased to see you until he noticed the limp and eventually the protruding dagger. Then his expression became a mixture of concern and anger. He rushed to your side, slender fingers wrapping around your shoulder. “What happened?” he demanded.

“You.” You jabbed a finger in his chest and he frowned. “Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea the shit we’ve been through because of you? Because you banished your father to Midgard?”

Loki opened his mouth as though to object but you cut him off.

“This is your fault, Loki. Not just my injury but all of this.” You gestured in exasperation to the swarms of undead behind you. “Get out of my way.” You pushed him aside (although you wanted nothing more than to pull him close) and shuffled past him to get to the ship (although you really wanted to kiss your husband).

You waited to board the ship until after everyone else had made their way on board, but even then you waited at the top of the gangway to keep an eye on those left to fight. They actually seemed to be winning for a change.

There was a gentle hand on your arm and you looked down to see one of the older Asgardians looked at you with a tired smile. “Come, Lady Y/N , let me help you.” She led you away from the doorway as a giant bolt of thunder hit the bridge. She sat you at the head of the ship, next to a window so that you could keep an eye on what was going on, as she carefully pried the dagger from your calf and began to dress the wound.

On the bride you could see the numbers of undead were dwindling, but Hela herself was fast approaching.

“Did you know Loki would come?” the healer asked as she wrapped bandages produced from Odin-knows-where around your calf.

You shook your head. “No, I thought not to see him again after everything that had happened. His love for his brother must truly be strong.”

“Or his love for you.”

You laughed. You and Loki had married out of convenience and friendship, not so much love. He had certainly not trusted you enough to tell you the truth during his charade as Odin. You had always harboured a secret love for the prince, but his feelings for you seemed to be mostly platonic, save for the affection expected of the two of you when in public.

“You laugh, but he only had eyes for you when he landed.”

You opted to ignore the healer and turn your attention to the bridge once more. Apparently you had missed a lot. The ship was just starting to take off as you watched Surtur explode in a ball of fire from the palace. You shook your head and turned your gaze away. You were feverish. You weren’t sure if what you were seeing was real or not. You were most certainly fading in an out of consciousness. Not only had things on the bridge apparently escalated quickly from Hela catching up to Surtur arriving, but when you turned back to the room you found you were alone and sat in darkness.

However it seemed you were not entirely alone as, when you tried to move your leg and couldn’t help but groan in agony, Loki was suddenly by your side. “How do you feel?” he asked, gently kneeling next to you.

You shot him a withering look but didn’t offer him a response.

“I’m sorry?” Loki offered up and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You don’t even know what you’re sorry for.”

Loki smiled sadly. “Lying?”

“That’s awfully vague.”

In a twist of fate Loki actually took a minute to lay out all of his wrongdoings over the last few years and, in his own way, apologise for them. “This is my fault too.” He said, gently touching your bandages.

“In a roundabout way, yes.” You agreed, almost taken aback by the forlorn look on his face.

“Odin gave you leave to re-marry.” He said eventually. “Or rather, I did. Why didn’t you?”

You shrugged. “You’re my husband and despite your history and a multitude of reasons why I shouldn’t, I do actually love you.”

Loki smiled sadly. “Look at all the ways I have hurt you.” He sighed. “Now there’s going to be a physical reminder of that.”

“Hey,” you gently prodded him with your foot, “as long as you don’t run away again you might be able to make that up to me.”

There was a little more hope in the smile Loki offered you this time.

“Maybe I can get you to love me too.” You laughed and Loki rubbed your wounded leg gently.

“I already do.”

#loki #loki/reader

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Kisses in the Dark - Steve Rogers

Fandom: Marvel

Rating: T Character(s): Steve Rogers  Word Count: 611 Requested by: @wishrains

 "In the dark kisses" with Steve Rogers maybe

The relationship between you and Steve Rogers is strictly private. The only other person to know is Bucky. It’s all stolen kisses, sneaking around in the dead of night and lingering looks when the others are distracted. It’s hard, especially when it comes to missions and getting hurt in the line of duty. On more than one occasion Steve has almost let the cat out of the bag with his unwillingness to put you in danger.

Tonight the team find themselves camping under the stars in a woodland in Papua New Guinea. It isn’t really anyone’s fault, but if people were going to point the blame it was Bruce’s for accidentally destroying the twin jet whilst in Hulk form. The relief jet won’t arrive until tomorrow and, as you are miles away from civilisation, the only option is to camp out under the stars.

Tony had managed to salvage three tents from the jet before it was completely engulfed in flames. Tony and Bruce shared one, Steve and Hawkeye are sharing another and you got one to yourself. And, as you were in the middle of nowhere, someone had to watch over the camp. The Iron Man suit was stood firmly outside Tony’s tent and Steve had offered to take the first watch tonight.

You wait until you can hear three distinct sets of snoring before gently unzipping your tent a little and wiggling out of the small gap. Steve is waiting for you and he wordlessly helps you to your feet, leading you across the small camp and just into the treeline. Tony’s suit is more than capable of defending the camp by itself for a little while

It’s an overcast night and as soon as you are in the treeline it becomes difficult to see. “How is your arm?” Steve hisses in the darkness, blindly rubbing your arm in the gloom.

“It’s a little better.” You whisper back. “It’ll probably be bruised to hell in the morning, but I’ll live.”

“Good.” Steve’s hand traces up your arm, past your shoulder and buries itself in your hair. He tilts your head back as his other hand comes to rest on your waist. There’s a brief pause then his lips meet yours, stubble scratching at your face as he presses into you.

You stomach fills with the familiar warm heat and butterflies that he causes, and you blindly feel to wrap your arms tightly around your neck. Steve takes a few steps forwards and your back connects with a tree. He kisses you with urgency and ferocity and it turns your legs to mush.

“I love you.” He eventually breathes.

“I love-“his lips are back on yours before you can finish, tongue gently working your lips apart in a sloppy kiss.

The hand on your waist moves down to your thigh, tugging your leg up and over his hip. He grinds against you in dark, his kisses becoming more erratic and sloppy. If you were back at the tower this would undoubtedly escalate further, but given your current location that would be highly inappropriate.

“Steve…” you murmur between kisses and he groans as he turns heated kisses into gentle ones, then finally into delicate pecks. He leaves a lingering one on your lips before taking half a step back and letting you regain your balance.

“You should get back to bed.” Steve eventually says, taking your hand. “It’s been a long day.”

You wordlessly allow him to lead you back towards the blue glow of the camp. You give him one last kiss before slipping back into your tent to wait for morning.  

#steve rogers #steve rogers/reader

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46 new followers in a day!

All of the requests sent in have been added to my list and I will get to writing them ar once!