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heartofwritiing · 6 months

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Kiss me (beneath the milky twilight)

paring: musicanbur x fem!reader

summary: you’re the backup singer for lovejoy, the fans don’t know you and wilbur are together, but one duet changes that.

authors note: trying to practice dialogue, so sorry if it is a little wired and doesn’t make sense idk how to write good conversation lmao, also i thought this idea was cute hope you guys like it :)

warnings: short, a make-out on stage, fluff, unedited!

“Okay, someone ate the last poptart this morning on the bus, fess up, who was it?”

Mark, who was twirling his drum stick a few times questioned amongst the group as you and the rest of lovejoy stood in a circle backstage minus Wilbur; who was still asleep in his dressing room. Pre-show naps were a ritual for him now.

Being on tour was an experience to say the least. You never thought you’d be sharing a small space with four grown men, but here you were living on a tour bus for the next four months with them. Most days it wasn’t complete chaos, you all had your respective bunks and areas but a lot of times you thought you’d somehow died and were sent to purgatory until whoever decided to send you to actual hell.

“I don’t know but I have a stash in the bus so I know it’s not me,” you raise your hands up in innocence.

“Why do you get your own secret stash?” Mark frowns.

Wilbur liked to spoil you with snacks to hide around the bus so the other boys wouldn’t find them just to tease them, All in good fun of course.

“Perks of being the lead singer’s girlfriend,” you smirk with your chin held high.

“Im convinced now that you’re the pop tart thief,” Joe added, thumb and pointer finger fiddling with the tuning pegs on his guitar while standing off to the side. “I know all the little hiding spots on the bus and I haven’t seen any secret stash of pop tarts anywhere,”

“That was completely sus of you to say, now i think it was you!” you pointed.

Stupid moments like this made up for all the times you got annoyed with them. Though you loved them all to death they drove you absolutely insane.

“So where’s your secret stash then?”

“Ill never tell, you thief.”

A pair of arms suddenly came to snake around your waist and pull you further back until a head rest on your shoulder. A very sleepy Wilbur yawned and pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder. You smiled sinking back into your lovers arms and reached your hand up to pet his soft curls. Almost instantly he hummed and it mimicked a cats pur.

“What are you guys arguing about now?” he mumbled against your shirt.

“I wouldn’t say we’re arguing, just pointing blame for whoever stole the last pop tart this morning,” you explain.

“It was probably Ash,” Joe quips. Ash looks offended with his arms raise in confusion.

“Oh no, that was me,” Wilbur states nonchalantly.

“WHAT?!” The group erupted into protests.

“I was hungry,” Wilbur shrugs. “we can afford more guys.”

“very true,” you piped.

“well i guess this solves the great pop tart thief mystery,” Mark shrugs.

“Case closed.” you remark.

Soon the argument dissolved, and everyone spoke amongst themselves. You rocked with Wilbur side to side as you hummed no tune in particular as you leaned against him.

“How was your nap honey?” you asked.

“lonely,” he states. “I missed you,”

Your heart jumps at his sentiment. It had only been a few hours since you both woke up tangled in each other’s limbs, maneuvering out of the small bunk trying not to roll out and fall. Still, you missed him when he wasn’t around too.

“I missed you too,” you brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a kiss before placing it back down against your waist.

“you still wanna go through with tonight?”

You knew what he was referring to. Wilbur had come to you with the idea of you both singing a duet on stage at one of the gigs. At first you weren’t so sure, it was his bands time to shine and you didn’t want to take away from that. You’re the back up singer for Wilbur, you felt out of place trying to share the spotlight. After some convincing; more like brain washing you with his puppy dog eyes, you eventually caved and agreed to do it.

Now that it was so close to the performance, the nerves in your body weren’t going away. You had never really been front and center on stage before. Always in the back round hidden in the stage lights. So the thought of being in-front of a crowd of a thousand people staring at you, probably waiting for you to possibly mess up, was fucking you up in the brain just a bit.

Wilbur could practically feel how tense you suddenly got and perked his head up and looked at your face with a slightly worried expression.

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready darling,”

“No, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head. “I wanna do this with you, It’ll be fun.”

Your smile didn’t seem to convince him. He didn’t want to push you into anything but, he could sense how anxious you had seemed the past couple of days. One word from you and he would cancel the whole show if you asked. which of course was very silly of him.

You were determined to get over this fear and just go with it. With one last final hug you both pulled apart and began getting prepared for the show in an hour.

The show was so explosive. The energy of the crowed was strong tonight, it made your adrenaline buzz with excitement. You had almost completely forgotten about your nerves when you stepped onto that stage.

The band had just finished One Day and cheers and screams rang out through the venue. You watched as Wilbur reached down to grab the towel sat beside his mic stand and whip his brow clean from sweat. He threw the towel back down and leaned into the microphone.

Wilbur had told you after One Day was the time slot you had to sing the duet with him.

“Alright, so we have something special planned,” Wilbur spoke. “I wanna welcome to the front of the stage Y/N, my incredible backing vocalist!”

Cheers rang out for you as you stepped center stage into the light clutching your microphone. You smiled and wave at the crowd shakily, you could practically feel your heartbeat out of your chest.

“Were gonna play a song for you, and I need you guys to sing the lyrics if you know them, and be nice to Y/N, shes super nervous,”

A chorus of ‘awes’ rang out from the crowd and you blushed bashfully as you heard a bunch of various shouts of support.

“Thanks Will,” you playfully roll your eyes at him revealing your secret.

The song you had chosen was Kiss Me by Sixpence Non the Richer, one of your favorites. The opening chords rang out as Joe began the melody. Soon, Mark kicked in the drums and you were bobbing your head to the beat.

You glanced over at Wilbur and saw a smile on his lips as he began playing as well. He looked over at you and saw the panic glossing over your eyes in the light. Somehow it made you forget everything once you connected eyes.

Look at me. he mouthed. just keep your eyes on me.

You took a deep breath and began to sing the lyrics, keeping your eyes locked with Wilbur. Somehow it made you forget everything around you and be in the moment with him.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Wilbur saw how stiff you were, barely moving your limbs. In an attempt to get you to be more comfortable he moved towards you while continuing to play.

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh

He leaned forward until he was practically kissing your mic. Shocked at the close proximity you kept your composure as you both sang the chorus of the song in harmony.

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

staring deeply into each others eyes nothing else seemed to matter. The pit in your stomach making your knees weak with the look in his eyes as they flickered down to your own lips as he sang.

You rested your left hand on his bicep, the fabric of his silky black button up grounding you before you got too light headed.

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

You broke apart and suddenly felt weightless. You danced around the stage as Wilbur watched you with awe and adoration. Your cheeks were hot feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You sang the next line;

Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

You moved towards Wilbur and he turned to wiggle his hips to the beat. Trying so hard to hold back a laugh, you copied his movements. You couldn’t wait to see all the videos on your timeline the next day.

leaned against his side and began singing together once more;

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

You dance around the stage again feeling yourself in the moment as the last notes rang out. You didn’t even process the cheers and screams as you felt a pair of hands cup your cheeks and press their lips against yours.

Your eye’s opened in shock to see Wilbur was the one who pulled you into a kiss. On stage. in front of a whole crowd of his fans. Fuck it, you thought, and melted into his touch. His lips moved against yours softly and you could feel your skin set aflame.

Your arms looped around his middle and pulled him closer to you. Hours could have passed and you could’ve kept kissing him, but eventually you pulled away for the lack of oxygen in your lungs. Chocolate eyes peered down at you with such love you had ever felt. Wide smiles broke the two of you into infectious giggles you could barely hear over the whole crowd of people screaming all around you.

Wilbur took your hand and walked back over to his mic. All your friends were cheering you on as well, Causing you to blush harder at all the attention on you but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Well, that was a heat of the moment sort of thing guys, sorry about that,” his giggle echoing through the venue speakers, everyone ‘wooed’ in response. “Had to take my moment, y’know?”

Wilbur gazed at you out of the corner of his eye to see your bashful state. Squeezing your hand he said one last thing to the crowd before he had to move onto the next song on their line up.

“Everyone please give it up for my beautiful, wonderful, talented, girlfriend!”

You were most certainly redder than a cherry at this point. The crowd was loving every second of it. Hiding your face in Wilbur's shoulder from his side, he kisses your forehead before having to send you back over to your place on stage. You very certain your twitter feed will be insane the next day.

It wasn’t long before the next song started up and you were dancing along with Leandra. Wilbur gave you one final glance behind him and you blew him a kiss to which he beamed at you before he turned forward to continue on with the show.

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avoxrising · 6 months

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The Feral One • Ch 20

Finnick x Y/N

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I promise we will get into the timer stuff soon but I have to build up the plot first…

Content Warnings - None!

You wake up to Finnick gone, a note left on his pillow.

Got called into training early. Didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll see you at lunch.

Love,

Your fake husband

Why was he in training so early? He said yesterday that his training wouldn’t start till after breakfast.

Maybe he was upset by what happened last night. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it.

You let your thoughts consume you as you lay in bed, completely skipping breakfast and most of your morning schedule.

A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts.

“Come in,” you sigh to whoever was waiting. You’re surprised to see Boggs enter.

“Miss Y/L/N, do I need to remind you that you have a schedule to follow?” he asks.

“No,” you yawn. “I’m sorry I lost track of time. What time is it anyways?”

“10:34 AM,” Boggs states. “I’ve been instructed to escort you to your doctor’s checkup, which you are very late to.”

Boggs gives you a minute to dress before he’s escorting you to the hospital. He says Coin isn’t happy that you are already disregarding your schedule and is rethinking your living arrangement.

Prim performs your checkup that morning. She clears you for the day and you make your way to the cafeteria to help with lunch prep.

11:30 rolls around and you finally have a chance to see Finnick. Twelve hours felt too long and you were anxious to face him again. He was sometimes hard to read.

“Hey love,” he says as you sit down next to him with your tray. “How was your morning?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “I got reprimanded by Boggs for not following my schedule. I guess that was a serious rule.”

“Sorry about this morning,” Finnick states. “I would have woken you up when they buzzed for me but you look like you needed the sleep.”

“That’s ok,” you sigh, thinking about how sad you were that he wasn’t there when you woke. “Why did they increase your training?”

“Katniss snuck onto a transport that left late last night for District 2,” he explains. “They’re moving up our deployment timeline.”

“Deployment?” you ask, setting your fork down. “You didn’t tell me they were sending you anywhere.”

“Can we talk about this tonight?” he replies.

“I’m not hungry,” you state, abruptly standing with your tray. Finnick calls out for you as you walk away, needing to escape for a bit.

You end up back at the hospital to talk to Prim.

“Could I get an excuse for the rest of the day?” you ask her. “I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh no! Do you need medicine? What’s not feeling well?” she asks.

“I’ve just had a bad day that’s all,” you shake your head. “I can’t mentally handle a schedule today.”

“Why don’t you go chat with Dr. Aurelius for a bit,” Prim suggests. “He’s available now if you want to see him.”

You had never been in therapy before. Dr. Aurelius seemed nice but you didn’t know if you could trust him. What do therapists even do?

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/L/N,” the man states as he enter the room. “I’m Dr. Aurelius. Why don’t we start with how you’re feeling today?”

“Sad,” you reply, unsure of how to properly convey your emotions.

“Do you know why you feel sad?” he asks. “Or what made you feel this way?”

“District 13 makes me sad,” you state as the man writes something down in his notebook. “I have no autonomy here.”

“They allowed you to get married,” he remarks. “Are you happy about that?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “I mean I love Finnick but it was a fake wedding for a propo that we agreed to do so we could be roommates here in 13. He’s lived with me for 5 years now. I skipped my schedule this morning and Coin is already threatening to make us live separately again.”

“I see,” the man comments. “Do you find schedules restricting?”

“I guess I do,” you respond. “I mean I’ve spent my whole adult life on house arrest so I’ve never really been able to make decisions for myself. Having a schedule feels like someone is telling me what to do all the time.”

“That’s understandable,” he comments. “I can excuse you from your schedule for today but you will need to find a compromise with President Coin. I will provide you with a list of options for your schedule so you can maybe pick out what you want to do. I apologize that the list is limited but it’s the best I can do.”

You take the list and agree to meet with him and Coin in the morning to discuss your schedule. In the mean time he gives you a “mentally unstable” bracelet to excuse you for the rest of the day.

The list seems meh. You had no interest in learning about nuclear weapons or the history of Panem, and cafeteria duty wasn’t necessarily your favorite.

Reflection time rolled around and Finnick enters your shared cabin.

“You skipped dinner,” he comments as he throws you an apple. You reluctantly take it and eat a bit to ease his worry.

“You skipped out on telling me about deployment,” you mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs as he moves to sit next to you. “I just didn’t feel like there was a good time to tell you. I was going to tell you before the wedding but you had your breakdown and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Where are they sending you?” you ask.

“The capital,” he responds. At this answer you burst into tears.

“You can’t leave me,” you sob. Finnick wishes he could pull you into a hug but he knows better than to touch you when you’re upset.

“It will only be for two weeks,” he states. “Three at most.”

“What if you don’t come back?” you hiccup.

“I’ll always come back for you,” he replies.

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justmeinadaze · 11 days

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Hi! I have this really REALLY angsty request that if you don’t want to do it okay, but since you’ve posted things with a similar theme I thought maybe you could write it.

So it’s similar to the pop star!reader x bodyguard!steddie, but this is just regular them Ig? So reader overdoses with some of Eddie’s stuff, and when the boys arrive, Eddie kinda gets flashbacks from when his mom overdosed. I’m just really a craver for angst, hurt, comfort fics

Thank you so much! I love your stuff!!🤍🤍

Steddie Asks/ Ko-Fi <3

Warning: Dark themes of drugs and overdosing, all three discuss an incident where the reader overdoses

The table is silent as you and your boyfriends pick at the food they had purchased after bringing you home from the hospital. Having grown accustomed to the balanced meal they provided, you were struggling to fully get through the heavy pasta in front of you.

You hated this; the weighted energy that hung in the air.

You would give anything to go back to how things used to be when you, Steve, and Eddie could just laugh and have fun but a line had been forever crossed. Trust broken in that one moment when you snuck into the metalhead’s things and found drugs that weren’t meant for you especially after you promised things were going to be different.

“I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to go overboard. Everything is just so overwhelming and it helps me…breathe. I promise, I’ll slow down. I’ll get clean, I swear.”

You meant it at the time and every time after when you talked yourself out of buying a new supply. But when you were fired from your job for seemingly no reason, you needed to numb your brain.

“Just one more.”, you had told yourself.

One more turned into another hit and then another…and another…until a couple of days later you woke up in an emergency room with your boyfriends clinging to your hands.

“Do you want me to make you something?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve barely touched your food. If you don’t want it I can make you something else.”, Steve explains as his eyes scan you over.

“Oh, um, no. I’m ok. I’m just not very hungry, I guess.” He nodded without saying another and you felt like you were going to explode. “How long are we going to do this?”

“Do what, honey?”

“Avoid the topic of what happened.”

“We don’t need to talk about that now.”, Eddie mumbled without even looking your way.

“I’d like to. I’d prefer it over this.” Neither man said anything as they continued to stare in front of them at their food. “Come on, guys. Yell, scream, throw things; I don’t fucking care just…talk to me.”

“Not right now.”, the metalhead repeated in a firmer tone.

“When then, Ed?”

“Whenever Eddie chooses it seems.”, the other boy sassed throwing you off guard slightly. You half expected any hostility to be directed towards you but the way Steve said that…he was angry at his friend as well.

“Well go on. Out with it, Harrington. You’ve been fucking passive aggressive since we got to the hospital. Just fucking get it out, man.”

“Oh, it’s ok now? Now you’ll fucking listen to me. You didn’t listen to me when I asked you not to keep any drugs in this fucking apartment!”

“I didn’t expect her to dig through my things!”

“She’s an addict, you fucking idiot!”

“HEY!”, you shouted as Eddie rose from his chair, knocking it down behind him. “I said talk, not be mean. This isn’t his fault.”

“No, you’re right. It’s both your faults. I asked him not to bring drugs here because you were trying to get better, Y/N, but you were still struggling. I saw it every day you came home! You were always one step away from fucking breaking but you never said anything! Why!? Why didn’t you talk to us or hell even a doctor?! I don’t fucking care!”

“I didn’t know how…”

“Oh, fucking bullshit!”

“Because I didn’t want to burden you two! That’s all I fucking am! You both have enough going on than to deal with me.”

“So, this was better? Us finding you on the fucking bedroom floor?!” At Steve’s words, Eddie crossed his arms as he hugged himself tightly; the memory of that day hitting them both. “Did you think when we found you barely breathing, we thought ‘Oh thank God. One less problem.’? Or when we watched EMS poke and prod your pale, sweaty skin that we were thankful you did this instead of coming to us? That we would be proud that you feel better numbing yourself with that shit than being open with the men you supposedly love?!”

In anger, he flipped the dining room table making you jump and stand as everything crashed to the ground. The former jock had been holding this in for weeks and now that the flood gates had been opened, he couldn’t stop them.

“I thought you were gonna die. You didn’t see what we saw, Y/N. All the color was gone from your face and you were so sticky with sweat…I’ll never forget that smell… You didn’t move or answer us. When EMS arrived, they were shouting a lot but the thing that stood out was ‘She’s not breathing.’”

Eddie’s own breathing stuttered and when you glanced his way you realized he was trying to control the tears that had begun to fall.

“They asked what you took but when we told them we didn’t know but we know your history and they suggested what it could have been, I knew from his face it was something Munson brought in. I almost fucking killed him, Y/N.”

“Steve—”

“No. I’m not exaggerating or anything like that. It took all of my energy to not beat the shit out of him right then and there.”

“You think I don’t do that already?”, the metalhead growled. “You think I don’t fucking beat myself for what happened?! I stopped dealing the moment we found out about her vices. I gave Rick back everything I had because I knew that temptation would be hard for her. He needed someone to hold onto his stuff for a couple of days because Rick expected his PO to make a surprise visit. Steve, I swear to God, I didn’t think she would… I trusted her…”

After drying his eyes, Eddie squared his shoulders towards you both.

“Maybe that was naive but she was getting better. That’s our problem, Harrington. I trust her too much and you don’t trust her at all!”

“I don’t and this is exactly the reason why!”

“I understand.” Your tiny voice cuts through their fury giving them pause. “When I get low like I did and the craving hits… it’s like being in a black hole I can’t crawl out of. I didn’t think about how my choice would affect either of you but especially Eddie. All I could think about was how I just needed the pain to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I-I-I understand if you want to take a break or some time away from me while I deal with this. I just—”

Steve cuts you off by stepping over the contents on the floor and yanking you to his chest.

“You’re doing it again, honey. You don’t have to face this alone. We’re here to help you every step of the way.”

“Just because we’re upset with you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”, Eddie added before wrapping his arm around you both. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”

“I forgive you. It’s going to take some time but we can get this and become better together.”

“I love you both so much and I’m so sorry for scaring you. Even if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you.”, you pledge as your voice is slightly muffled by the chest in front of you.

“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” Nodding, you push your face into the metalhead’s warm embrace as Steve released the two of you to pick up the table and the mess he had made. “Y/N, you remind me a lot of my mother. You are beautiful, funny, and sweet almost to a fault but when we found you… you were unresponsive like her… My dad abandoned her long before she passed but I promise, sweetheart, we’ll be right here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”

After kissing your forehead, Eddie knelt down to help his friend and both boys exchange a small smile before you follow his decent to help to.

“Oh, Y/N, we got this—”

“Together, Steve. Any kind of chaos or situation life throws our way we handle it together.”

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rxmqnova · 8 months

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Hey, could you write something like Yn and Wanda(or Nat, who you prefer), they are in bed, sleeping, and Yn normally cuddles, but one day, they were feeling hot or something and moves from her, so she notices that and was very sensitive and sad about that situation.

So when they woke up, she doesn't talk to Yn or kissed her, and she told her like, if she doesn't love her anymore

Cuddles

Y/N: 24 years old Wanda: 26 years old ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV Cuddling is my absolute favorite thing to do, especially with my girlfriend who gives the best cuddles in the entire world.

That's where I am now… laying in our bed, in my girlfriend's arms and watching our favorite sitcom while Wanda's running her fingers through my hair.

Lazy evenings like these are my favorite and Wanda's too. I feel like the two of us were just made for each other.

Wanda's hand stops moving soon though, so I look up only to find out my girlfriend fast asleep which brings a smile to my face. She looks literally like the most adorable human being when she's asleep. To be honest, she's always the most adorable human being, even when she's mad at me.

I carefully turn off the TV and decide to get some sleep as well. Then I cuddle up to my girlfriend again and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

I let out a quiet sigh after an hour of just laying and not falling asleep. I don't know why, but I feel so hot and Wanda's arms around me aren't helping it at all.

I sigh, carefully peeling Wanda off of me, and move to the edge of bed. Finally I'm not that hot, so hopefully I'll fall asleep soon.

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"Good mor-" I stop myself when I don't find my girlfriend on her side of the bed.

Wanda always waits in bed until I wake up, so we can go to the kitchen and have breakfast together. I furrow my brows and sit up. Maybe she was called on a mission and didn't want to wake me up, right?

I check up my nightstand for any note from her, but not finding anything. She didn't even leave me any message on my phone. That's really weird…

I quickly put on a hoodie and sweatpants, brush my teeth and head to the kitchen. Hopefully someone will tell me what's going on.

"Oh. Hi, Nat. Have you seen Wanda today?" I ask my best friend as soon as I see her walking the same direction as me.

"Hey. Not yet. I'm just going to the kitchen for breakfast. Wanna join?" She asks with a smile, nudging my shoulder with hers.

"Yeah" I sigh out and give her a weak smile back.

"Are you okay?" Natasha furrows her brows. Ever since I joined the Avengers, Natasha has been like a big sister to me.

"Yeah. Just worried about Wanda a bit. She wasn't in our room this morning and didn't even leave me a note" I sigh.

"You're being so dramatic, Y/N. She was probably just hungry or maybe she wanted to surprise you with breakfast to bed" Natasha rolls her eyes. "Let's go" She says and pulls me to the kitchen with her. "Look who's that" She smirks, pointing at Wanda who's eating her breakfast at the table.

I furrow my brows and walk over to my girlfriend. I put my hands on her shoulders, giving them a rub with my thumbs, and kiss the top of her head.

"Good morning" I smile at her when she looks at me.

"Morning" She mumbles and gets back into eating.

I shake it off and go to prepare my own breakfast. I guess she just had a bad sleep or something.

"What would you like to do today, baby?" I ask my girlfriend with a smile, sitting down opposite her with my own breakfast.

"I'm going for a walk" She answers coldly, standing up and walking away.

"Can I go with you?!" I call after her and get no response.

"What did you do to her?" Natasha asks, sitting opposite me and gesturing at Wanda with her head.

"I didn't do anything. I don't know what's gotten into her" I sigh.

"Looks like someone's in trouble" She smirks, making me roll my eyes.

"I am not. I didn't do anything… Well, I mean… unless I did something in her dream. Wanda had a dream once that you and I kissed… She didn't speak to me for the entire week" I explain, Natasha only chuckling in response. "What?"

"Nothing. You two just belong together. Remember when you were mad at Wanda, because she cheated on you with Vision in your dream?" Natasha raises an eyebrow and my eyes widen.

"Do you think she cheated on me with Vision?! That's why she's being so distant! Oh my god! Nat! What do I do now?!" I panic, looking into Natasha's eyes and hoping for help.

"Calm down. It won't be that bad. Wanda loves you, she'd never cheat on you. Just go to talk to her and you'll see" Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

"Right. She wouldn't cheat on me, right? I'll just ask and she'll tell me" I assure myself and take a deep breath. "Okay. Thanks, Nat"

I immediately leave the table and rush back to our room before Wanda leaves for her walk.

Should I knock or should I just walk in? I mean… we share that room, but what if I actually did something that made her mad and just don't know what?

"Okay, Y/N. You can do it" I whisper to myself and open the door, finding my girlfriend putting on her hoodie. "Can we talk?" I ask nervously, closing the door behind me slowly. I sit on the edge of the bed, hoping my girlfriend will join me and we'll talk this through.

"There's nothing to talk about" Wanda says, already walking towards the door.

"Are you cheating on me?" I blurt out on which Wanda stops and turns around to look at me.

"Me? You are cheating on me" She states, tears forming in her eyes.

"Me? I would never cheat on you, Wands… Did you have that dream again?" I ask, standing up and walking closer to her, but Wanda only takes a step back.

"I am not stupid, Y/N. It's Natasha, isn't it? You don't love me anymore?" She asks, quickly wiping away the single tear that escaped her eye.

"Of course I love you, Wanda. Natasha is just a friend. You know she's like a big sister to me. I'd never ever cheat on you, I love you more than anyone in the entire universe" I tell her honestly, taking her hands in mine.

"Why did you move away from me last night then?" Wanda asks and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"What?"

"Why did you move to the end of the bed. We always cuddle and you just moved away" She repeats.

"Wanda, I felt extremly hot for some reason and couldn't fall asleep because of that… Did you seriously think I didn't love you just because I didn't cuddle with you during the night?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I know how sensitive Wanda is about everything I do or not do, but this makes me want to laugh to be honest.

"Stop smiling. It's not funny, Y/N. I thought you didn't love me anymore" She sighs, giving me her 'this is serious, Y/N' look.

"Okay. Sorry" I chuckle. "Wanda, baby, I can assure you that I love you the most and that I really didn't cuddle with you only because I felt hot" I smile, receiving a small smile back.

"I love you too" Her smile widens, so I lean in and peck her lips with a kiss.

"Can I join you for the walk?" I ask, giving my girlfriend a smile and interlocking our fingers.

"I would love that" She smiles in response and pecks my lips once again.

I'm really glad we solved this out that quickly and everything is back to normal. I do need to remember to never stop cuddling with Wanda, even if I feel hot again…

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I tried my best, so I hope you enjoyed it!! <33

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nikosamaki · 1 year

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Hi guyssssss, I'm BACK 💃

Sorry I had something to deal and it took a lot timmmmme 😔😅

I promise I'll post a lot stories and HELLO to new followers ☺️❤️ Thank for following 🥰

When you touch their horns:

Lucifer:

He's shocked -he doesn't show it, of course-, but looks at you with narrowed eyes which tells you: "You're too young for death, Idiot " (Don't worry, he'll not kill you AT LEAST🤐 -because of Dia- ). In spite of you're freaking scared and near to ruin your pants, you figure out that how soft is his horns areeeeeee!!! They're as soft as silk and not to mention that you thought demon's horns must have been REALLY rough, but SOFT... No fucking way!!

As you're in your thoughts, he's blushing -I should've said it sooner, demon's horns are their most SENSITIVE part of body (Naughty 😏... Except that BEAUTIFUL part :)- and he thinks he's doing well in hiding it -but he SUCKS 😔😂.

When you saw his face -FINALLY-, his eyes are just like wolf's eyes and JUST wants to do it (you know I'm still a bit shy about saying it, so...😅), wants to make you say his name to stop, wants to hear your moans and so many things... -Your fault, because you badly turned him ON.

Mammon:

His reaction cannot be worse than Levi (I guess you've figured it out), but his face is as red as tomatoe due to blushing! (Sooooo CUTE 🥺). Though he tries really hard to control himself -not doing or saying anything silly-, he suddenly took a step closer to you -maybe just wanted to give you a good view of his horns-; and unfortunately -or FORTUNATELY!- something catches his heel and falls down on you!!! (How ROMANTIC!). In his mind, he's fucked, but doesn't know that you're dying inside -you're red, mess, REALLY confused and of course you have lots of SWEET thoughts in your mind that could happen any minute NOW.

When you look at him, he's not the same Mammon that he used to be; is he kinda cursed? -His eyes are narrowed and his face is serious. When he speaks, he's too much Daddy!! (I didn't know how to explain it 😂). :"You're MINE, ONLY mine... You didn't forget it, right? 'Cause I get the feelin' that I should make myself clear THIS time." You're amazed and scared, because you don't know what the Hell is happening?! Do you deserve it? What does it look like to be punished by Mammon?? Soon you'll find your answer, in BED!!

Levi:

Already D.E.A.D!! In shock! -he had a convulsion 😔, Poor. He canNot analyze what's the point? Why is he bowing and letting you TOUCH his HORNS?!?!? Error 404...

2 hours later...

He keeps his eyes closed because he can't handle the feeling he gets -you're FUCKING close to him- Again errors...

He tries to get calm by taking deep breath. When he becomes calm -you wish that he never gets calm-; his inner beast woke up and now you're in DANGER (Never underestimate calm Levi... NEVER!!) . You cann’t believe what you're seeing, Levi's cool?? He's not freaking out? W-who's that guy???

He's a hungry beast that wants food, wants to test every part of your body... Wants to eat you up!

You want to run, but you can’t; his tail tightly held your feet which means that there is NO way back.

Satan:

He's behavior is like Luci but has more control on it! -to be honest, he has tried this situation hundred times as if it happens someday???? (Now it's getting WEIRD 🫥). When you ask him to let you touch his horns, he takes a sit and lead you on his lengths -he gives you a good view of his horns. Well you didn't know that it's a trap 😏. Like you don't even know HIM :/ - ;When he led you on his lengths, you figured it out very suspicious but somehow you ignored your warning though and sat (A stupid move🤦). While you were touching his horns -he's blushed-; he pulled you on bed ! (Very CLEAN move😔👌). NOW you've understood that you're FUCKED UP. He grins at you and says:" Kitty, let's play GAME , but not the usual one... The SPECIAL one."

Asmo:

No need to ask!! He just grabs your hand and put it on his head -means “Go ahead, TOUCH MY HORNS”. Since you’re naive (Too MUCH naive); again you’re tricked –just like Satan’s situation- and started to rub his horns. They’re very soft!! –even softer than the rest of the brothers 😲. He doesn’t let you to think or do anything else, in the blank of an eye, you’re tied up on his BED! (You canNOT guess how that happened… You better not to try to figure it out; it’s for your own sake😊).

Erotic eyes which shows he’s turned on badly, a smirk on his face that want to do VERY very bad and UNHOLY things with you… Bent down and said in your ears:“ Now I got YOU… Just YOU & ME🤭❤️” (You’ve got the right to scare😶… He’s the avatar of LUSTttttt, so don’t think that you can handle any shitty things that’s going to happen!)

Beel:

Doesn’t care :/ (That’s not new… because we’re talking about BEEL). He changed into his demon form and bent that you can touch the horns. At least you’re a hundred percent sure that he WILL NOT do any BAD things –or maybe he’ll but you don’t know? Who knows??. Just when you touch his horns, his stomach starts groaning 😑 (Well, you’re LUCKY… Be optimist !). He asks you for food and you said you’ll give him some food. BUT, but when he said “FOOD” he didn’t mean chips or burgers or else; HE meant YOU!!! (You idiot, how can someone be that much silly?????). As the way he’s misunderstood your meaning -or you were the one who didn’t understand his question-, he grins and stand straight, Looks down on you and lick his lips :“ You look DELICIOUS 😋. I want to start from your lips”. Here’s when you find out the situation BAD (Mostly like you’re FUCKED). He bite your lips and lick them hard…

You want to set yourself free, but you’re very weak against him. There is no way BACK, accept your destiny that you’re going to BE FUCKED by Beel😅🤗.

Belphie:

Veryyyyyyyyyyy FUNNY question… NOPE😥. (No wonder that no one can imagine how you’ll be fuck by him :/ I CAN’T!!)

And of coursee.... Happy Valentine's Day 💘

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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series masterlist

part one • part two • part four • part five

happy golden days of yore • 3

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. future parts will contain noncon smut. 40s misogyny? pet names. masturbation. i’m just gonna say, reader is detrimentally non confrontational 🫣.

words: 2.9k

notes: so glad you guys are enjoying this miniseries! there’s only a couple parts left and i’m really excited to share them. 🖤

You awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee floating through the air and 40s jazz music playing from downstairs. You never would have thought Bucky Barnes was a morning person, but it’s not like you knew him at all. You grimaced at the memory of your lost thong and decided to try and sneak around the living room before you went into the kitchen. You got ready really quickly in the bathroom before you snuck downstairs as quietly as you could.

You moved all the cushions, pillows, and your throw blanket but couldn’t find it anywhere. It wasn’t on the stairs, or under the couch, or still in the laundry basket. You had no idea where else it would be.

“Looking for something, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice startled you as you were on your knees, in a slightly compromising position with your ass in the air, looking under the couch one last time. You sat right up and turned to him, surely looking like a deer in headlights.

“Oh, I just thought maybe I left something down here last night,” you tried to explain without having to really explain.

“What is it, I can help you look?”

“It’s nothing, really, I-”

“Tell me,” he instructed.

“It’s just..an article of clothing,”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s black…”

“That’s descriptive,”

“It’s not a big deal, honestly,”

“Why are you being so skittish?” he asked, eyes narrowing. You got scared all of a sudden, more worried he was thinking you were up to something than anything.

“I’m not, it’s just-...I’m looking for my thong,” you told him.

You avoided eye contact for a moment but when you risked a glance at him, his face was blushing a light pink.

“Oh,” he responded, a lopsided nervous smile breaking out on his face before he schooled his expression. “Well, uh, I haven’t come across it, but if I do, I’ll make sure to..return it.”

He spun on his heels to walk back into the kitchen as you grimaced at yet another not so great encounter.

“Coffee’s on if you take any,” he offered as you passed through the doorway.

“Thanks,” you replied quietly before grabbing a mug.

“I hope you don’t mind I used some of your groceries,”

“No, not at all, feel free,” you assured him. “I brought plenty.”

“And I hope you’re hungry, food’s almost done,”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “smells great.”

“How’d you sleep?” he probed, almost too casually.

“Alright. Woke up once or twice, but,” you trailed off. “How about you?” you asked back politely.

“Best sleep I’ve had in three months,” he acknowledged.

“Three months?”

“I’ve been gone for work since September. Most of my sleeping, the little I got anyway, was done on jets, motel beds, or couches.”

“Sounds grueling,”

“I’ve had worse,” he brushed off as he set a plate down before you. Two pancakes with some of your berries on the side, some bacon, and an egg.

“Thank you so much,” you beamed. “This looks amazing. What time did you get up?” you asked as you glanced at the time to see it was only nearing 8:15.

“I’m usually up by six, habit I guess,” he answered as he sat down with his own plate. Of the three other chairs at the table, one on each side, he took the seat next to you rather than the one across. His build was big and the table wasn’t, so though it seemed a good enough distance to prevent it being awkward, he still felt really close.

You simply nodded in response before looking down at your plate. You took your fork and cut into the stack of pancakes and prayed to any being that was listening that they would be good. You weren’t the best at hiding your initial reaction to things and you knew he was watching you take that first bite.

You were pleasantly surprised at the fluffiness. They were warm and buttery and your eyes closed in tantalizing delight. You couldn’t have stopped the small, sweet moan that you made if you wanted to.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your lashes fluttered open, your eyes meeting his intense ones, nearling drowning in the blue before you looked away and back down at the food. “These are incredible. I never would have pegged you for a chef, but wow,” you complimented.

He laughed then, a beautiful sound you would’ve admired if you weren’t still slightly hung up on the look you swore you caught in his eye just a moment ago.

You ate breakfast with a much chattier Bucky than you’d met the night before. He asked you a lot of questions; what you do for work, where you live, what you do for fun, hobbies, friends, even asked about your relationships. He was quite the smooth talker, which you really weren’t expecting. There was this easy charm about him that made him seem disarming. It was almost hard to believe this was really once the man known as the Winter Soldier. Though every now and again, this look came over him. Almost imperceptible and always fleeting, but you couldn’t ignore it once you noticed. Something dark was lurking within him. Whether that was just the presence he gave off, if you were being biased because of what you knew he did for work, or if it was really there in him, you weren’t sure. But the weather was supposed to be clearing up by tomorrow, so you wouldn’t be sticking around to find out.

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After breakfast, you went upstairs to get some alone time. That was the main reason you had come to the cabin in the first place, to just get away from everyone and everything. You pulled your laptop out and decided on a movie to watch while you packed most of your things away. You wanted to be ready to go in the morning. You were fine leaving the decorations, the food, and the few items you had in the kitchen, you had your own stuff at home.

There was a knock on your door and you paused the movie and walked to open it. Unsurprisingly, you found Bucky on the other side.

“Long time no see,” you joked.

“Would you mind not having your door shut all the way?” he asked bluntly. You were slightly taken aback by his change of mood, but didn’t want to upset him any further than you apparently already had.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, no problem,” you acquiesced.

He stood a lot taller than you and it was easy for him to look into the room behind you. He furrowed his brow when he saw one of your half packed bags on your bed before shooting you a questioning look.

You were really taken aback now, totally lost as to why he was looking at you the way he was.

“Going somewhere, doll?” he asked. There was an edge in his voice that was clear despite his attempt to hide it with a closed lip smile.

“Yeah, the uh, weather’s supposed to be cleared up by tomorrow so, I’m just getting my stuff packed,” you answered uneasily, attempting to hide your discomfort with a smile of your own. You only hoped yours wasn’t as see through as Bucky’s.

His tongue jutted out past his lips as he took in your answer before he nodded. “If you need help taking anything to your car, let me know.”

“Okay,” you breathed with a nod in return as he turned to walk away. “Thank you,” you added, watching him descend the stairs.

His behavior had you worrying you were being rude, but you couldn’t justify staying in his cabin for another three weeks just because he said he didn’t mind. It felt weird. You tried to shake off the feeling and returned to packing more clothes.

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The rest of the day passed pretty quickly. You stayed upstairs for the most part but went down for food and water every so often. You heard Bucky coming in and out of the cabin a few times, but had no idea what he could be doing out there. It was possible he was getting more logs from the wood shed but he wouldn’t have had to go in and out as many times as he did if it was just that. You figured it wasn’t really any of your business, though and carried on with yourself.

You seemed to have a hard time with the thought that maybe he was upset at you. It was odd because that feeling wasn’t a common occurrence in your life. You didn’t normally care what people thought of you, but the idea that you had bothered this guy so much was getting to you.

When you’d made yourself lunch, you made him a sandwich, too. He was doing some kind of work on his tablet while he sat on the couch in the living room. You set the plate down on the coffee table that was in front of him while you held yours in your other hand.

“I don’t know if you’ve eaten or not yet, but,” you started as you pushed the plate toward him. He looked over from his work to the plate and then up to you, almost surprised before a charming smile grew on his face.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That’s thoughtful of you,” he said appreciatively.

You smiled back before you headed to the staircase, feeling slightly better about the tension that you felt was so evident earlier. You were clearly reading into things.

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You pulled the pan of chicken from the oven as the timer on the stove began ringing. The smell of Italian herbs filled the air as you set the baked chicken to rest. You’d just finished the mashed potatoes and the broccoli was ready to go, too.

You hadn’t planned on making another dinner tonight, but Bucky came by your room and asked you if you wouldn’t mind and you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to be rude and it was your last night here. Plus you figured you wouldn’t be cooking like this again for a while, you couldn’t remember the last time you had cooked this much for yourself since you had moved out on your own.

You assumed the timer going off prompted Bucky to head to the kitchen because he appeared shortly after. You served both of you and sat down at the table once you got the glasses of water.

“So, uh, I’ll probably be heading out early tomorrow,” you began as you cut into your chicken breast.

“So you said,” he replied shortly.

“Right. I don’t know if you’ll be up when I leave, so I just want to say thank you, again,” you looked up at him, almost shy, nervous. The energy shifted yet again at your mention of leaving and he seemed a bit peeved.

“You mentioned John would come up here in January, did you want to set a date?” you asked, treading lightly.

He looked at you then, thinking for a moment before he spoke.

“I’ll call you,” he answered stoically.

“Okay. I’ll write my number down before I go,”

There was a tense silence between the two of you as you continued to eat.

You were growing more and more uncomfortable until Bucky cleared his throat, taking a sip of water and swallowing hard, sucking his teeth before he spoke.

“So, you have plans when you get home?” he asked, causing you to look up from your plate to him.

“No,” you shook your head, “not really.”

“Just tryin’ get out of here as fast as you can, huh?”

“Wha- no. It’s not - I’m not,”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I get it, you don’t have to explain. All alone out here with the one time Winter Soldier. Doubt many would’ve stayed as long as you have already,”

“Really, Bucky. It’s not that. You seem like a really great guy. I just, I know you said you like your solitude, and I do, too. And I hate feeling like I’m intruding in your space. I think it’d just be better the sooner I go,” you tried to explain without offending him again.

He nodded softly as he averted his gaze, something akin to sadness swimming in the depths of his blue eyes. The apparent vulnerability had you rethinking what you’d thought about him previously.

“Well, thank you for dinner, doll. It was delicious,” he said as he stood from the table, taking his nearly empty plate to the sink before you heard him head upstairs.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, feeling absolutely awful.

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You finished up in the kitchen after Bucky left and made sure to clean up the mess from dinner. You found a scrap piece of paper and wrote down your name and number before putting it up on the fridge with a magnet. You went upstairs and did one last go over your room, making sure you had everything ready to go in the morning. You grabbed your towel and a pair of pajamas and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower before you went to bed.

As you stood under the warm water, washing the suds of soap off your body, you thought you heard a creaking from the other side of the bathroom door. You peeked your head past the shower curtain and saw who you could only assume was Bucky’s shadow passing under the door frame. You quirked a brow, wondering where he was going but didn’t give it much more thought as you returned to finishing up under the water.

As you were drying off with your towel, you cursed under your breath as you realized you’d forgotten to grab a bra and a clean pair of panties. You bit your lip as you considered just running across the hall with your towel wrapped tight and pjs in your arms or just putting your pjs on and forgoing the undergarments completely. That wasn’t a problem for you normally, in fact it was a slightly common occurrence, but regrettably, the sleep shirt you’d grabbed was near see through and if you ran any risk of bumping into Bucky when you ran to the room, you’d rather it be in your towel than with your chest on display.

You finished drying off as best you could before rewrapping the towel around your body. You held your pjs under your arm and opened the door to scurry to the room, only to bump directly into a waiting Bucky.

His hands came out to steady you and you felt your skin warm beneath his touch.

“Oh my god,” you floundered as you gripped your towel tighter.

“I’m sorry, doll. I was just about to knock and ask if you needed anything taken to your car before I went to bed,” he explained, hands still holding you.

“I think I got it,” you chirped, just wanting to move past him already. You moved to sidestep him and only then did he drop his hands. You tried to ignore the way he had been looking at you from the moment you bumped into him. Heavy and dark. As you scampered past him into your room you could still feel his gaze on your curvy, rounded figure.

“Good night,” you called as you entered the room and turned to shut and lock the door behind you.

“Night, doll,” he said quietly as he watched you still.

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You only woke up once during the night, but the reason why was more disturbing than it had been the night previous.

You had left your door just barely ajar and put one of your duffle bags right behind it before you went to bed. You didn’t think Bucky would come into your room while you were sleeping or anything, but the night’s earlier encounter just had you feeling a little more vulnerable than you’d already felt.

Still, with the door partially open you could hear all the weary creaks of the cabin and the bumps that sounded from out in the hall. And with Bucky’s own door open, the noises from his room easily made their way into yours.

You thought you were imagining things at first, but the more awake you became, the more clearly you heard the sound of barely restrained grunts, and the wet squelching noises that only seemed to get rhythmically louder in sync with them, coming from across the hall.

Your heart was racing as you realized what it was you were hearing.. As you realized what it was that Bucky was doing.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to roll over without causing the bed to squeak under your weight.

You tried to tell yourself it was only human. Everybody does it. Who were you to judge what someone else does in the supposed privacy of their own bedroom in the middle of the night. Still, the thought of his eyes on you, his heavy gaze trailing up and down your body the way it did - the way it had even when he first saw you…there was something a little too intense there. It wasn’t right to assume things about people, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your image might be somewhere in his thoughts as he got himself off.

You pulled a pillow over your head as you laid on your side and, gratefully, fell asleep sooner than you thought you’d be able to as you tried to ignore the strangled moan that sounded from across the hall and the odd sensation it sent through you before the near silence of the cabin returned.

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mediocreanomaly · 10 months

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What if Vash finds out that his s/o is a werewolf and they are just a big dumb puppy with him but a very terrifying monster to others?

Authors Note: really eating up these creature request lately...you guys are just as bad as me huh? I know what you are~ (plus we had so much creature boys it's good to let the reader have some fun too)

Vash X Wer!Reader

•I'd say this is odd but Gunsmoke is odd. Whether it's from plants that walk around or priest that carry machine guns, a werewolf is just another thing to throw into the mix

•You had always been like this so it was hard to imagine your life any other way, which is why you led the life of a loner. I mean Gunsmoke has five moons it's hard not to be in wolf mode and it's even harder to explain, so you keep to yourself. Never straying far from motel rooms or barns to hide out in

•That is until a certain chaotic blonde crashes into your life....literately. You meet him when he crashes into you running from bounty hunters

•You end up saving his ass due to your abnormal reflexes pulling him to the side and your enhanced eyesight as you throw the two of you into an a dark ally that the bandits get lost in but you manage to navigate just fine

•When the two of you catch your breath Vash apologizes profusely for causing issues and swears he'll be out of your hair now but... for some reason he has a certain draw about him

•You don't really know what it is about him that screams "follow" to you but he just does. Maybe it's the dog in you but the urge to follow at his heels, to obey, to be good is embarrassingly strong so you just decide "fuck it" and offer to come along and although Vash is reluctant to drag anyone else around with his hectic life he enjoys the company

•You...actually manage to hide your wolfish side for awhile, now let's be clear Vash is more observant than he lets on he just doesn't ever guess "werewolf"

•You insist on sleeping in different rooms? Makes sense he's a stranger. Don't like being out when all five moons are up? must be a religious thing and he'll comply. You growl when someone gets too close to him? Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed

•He picks up on all your weird behaviors he just seems to guess wrong on what's causing them, often trying to get you donuts or let you go to bed early thinking your tired or hungry (or possibly upset with him?)

•The cat (or dog?) is out of the bag though when late one night your camp is raided by bandits. Usually you sleep in a tent a bit away from Vash as to not cause concern but when you see the bandits aim their guns at the man...you see red

•In an instant you're a terrifying snarling growling beast. Teeth bared protectively crouched over Vash, your wolf form is pretty large so you easily cover the man despite his tall lanky body. The bandits kick rocks quickly not wanting to be on the menu for tonight.

•Vash is a bit stunned and at first isn't 100% sure what's happening, he didn't see you come from the tent so he's a bit scared thinking you really are some monster, until you whine and lay your large head in his lap

•He freezes and very slowly and gently reaches out a hand to run through the fur on your head, when you whine and press closer to him he recognizes your eyes, the eyes he's been falling for since the day he met you

"..y-y/n? Is that you?" you confirm his question by wagging your tail slightly and your pointed ears perking up at your name

•The next morning you sheepishly explain yourself a bit more, tell him how it's always been this way, how you're pretty in control of it (unless all five moons are up but that's another story) and how you're really sorry you didn't tell him

•and to him? it's a relief. So you didn't hate him you were just fuzzy, he could deal with that...also now is probably a good time for him to tell you he isn't human either

•Just like that the two of you are fused at the hip. Both of you take turns asking each other different questions, you ask all about what it's like being a plant while he pesters you about being a werewolf, it's not the most conventional bonding but the two of you are no longer the most conventional pairing are you?

•You start getting more comfortable being in your wolf form around Vash too, Vash likes it a lot because he doesn't hold heat very well (it's a plant thing) but your body is like a furnace, so you curl around him at night to keep the two of you warm and safe from bandits and the cold

•You're also super lovable like this, Vash knows you'd never hurt him and it's almost therapeutic to run his fingers through your fur laughing when you lick at his face or nose him along with your large snout

•When the girls (and Wolfwood) join your group you go back to keeping it a secret not ready for a whole group of people to know about your monster form, not to mention there's a bit of protective instinct you have towards Vash so in your brain it gives you the upper hand if only Vash and you know

•but this plan also goes out the window similar to the way it did last time. Desperate times call for desperate measures and a crowd of Ja'Lai police so large even the punisher cant clear them dictates for a less that friendly appearance of your wolf form especially when one of their bullets hits Vash in the side

•If the time you took on the bandits was scary this is down right terrifying, you're pissed, Vash is bleeding and it's making the more animalistic side of you fume. You do your best not to kill (Vash would throw a fit) but lets just say a few of them aren't going to be policing anything else anytime soon

•Your muzzle is covered with blood from biting and your ears are pressed back as you growl, you look feral like nothing more than a wild animal out for blood

•The gang is...admittedly scared. Even Nicholas "Danger" Wolfwood is keeping a steady hand on the punisher incase things go south and trying to tally up how many vials he has in his pocket while Meryl tires to remember how your supposed to deal with feral animals. Play dead? no that was bears...run? that was stupid, maybe back away slowly?

•That being said when Vash lets out a sigh of relief and run towards you with open arms? Everyone's pretty sure blondie's lost his god damn mind, sure he was a martyr but he wasn't suicidal right?

•Further more when you go from something out of a horror movie to an over grown puppy the second you see Vash it's even more bewildering. Your eyes go big and your ears perk up as you crouch to make yourself look smaller and non threating happily nuzzling against Vashs torso

•He laughs and gently scolds you for being too rough with the enforcers but he knows when to pick his battles and counts the zero casualties as a win, you yip happily and gently nip at his hands as Vash laughs and pets you softly thanking you for keeping him safe

•You whine and nose at where he was shot and he promises you he'll get it cleaned up and that it's really not that bad while the others slowly relax. There would be a conversation to be had but...it seemed like you were harmless!

•Wolfwood struts over now that he realizes how soft you're being with the humanoid typhoon and once he gets close enough even extends an arm to pet you...only to be met with a snarl and a flash of teeth

•Wolfwood actually prays for the first time in a long time during that moment

•What can you say? Vash's blue eyes make you soft, but let's just say you got a bite that matches your bark

#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader

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swiftieblyth · 3 months

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Cuddle Time

Part 2: The First Child

warnings- same as the last one, except this is a year later, and reader is pregnant with first child

You moaned as you woke, trying to find your husband. You moved to the best of your abilities, your 40 week baby bump restricting you from most movement. You reached as best you could but still couldn’t feel him. You opened your eyes and were met by his empty space on the bed, making tears come to your face. “Coryo,” you called, trying to find him. “Coryo, where are you?”

The door opened and a maid walked in. “Mrs. Snow, President Snow has asked me to tell you that he’s in his office, and he has asked me to assist you with anything you need.”

“What is your name?” You asked, politely, as the anger towards your husband grew in you.

“Penny, Ma’am.”

“Penny, go tell my husband that if he doesn’t get his butt back in here and tend to me, I will kill him five times over for making me this way.”

“Yes ma’am.” Penny nodded, then walked out.

Penny walked down to the presidential office ready, to ask for Mr. Snow.

“I have a message for Mr. President from the First Lady.” Penny explained to Coryo’s secretary.

“What is it.”

“The First Lady has summoned him to come tend to her, or she’ll kill home five times over for making her this way.” Penny stated.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to let him know.”

You were lying in bed, hands running along your stomach as the tears came streaming down. You had to pee due to you child dancing around on your bladder, but you couldn’t move to get up. You were convinced that you were about to wet your self if your husband doesn’t show up to help you.

“Darling,” you heard your husband call, making his way over towards you.

“Coriolanus Snow!” You yelled. “How could you possibly leave your pregnant wife alone without telling her?!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he cooed, bending down next to you. “I had a meeting and I didn’t want to wake you up. That’s why I had the maid come tend to you.”

“I don’t want the maid to tend to me!” You bawled. “I want you to tend to me!”

“Okay, I’m sorry my love,” he cooed, whipping the tears away. “Shh, sh. It’s okay. I won’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” You breathed.

“Don’t cry. It’s not good for you or the baby. I need my girls to be healthy for me, right?”

“We don’t know if it’s a girl Coryo.”

“I have a feeling it is, my love.”

“I guess we’ll find out pretty soon.”

“That we will my love.”

“Help me up!” You ordered, doing grabby hands. “Your daughter’s dancing on my bladder.”

Coryo chuckled and helped you up. You let out a few groans and moans as you and the baby moved, felling all of the weight amplify, as you leaned into your husband for support.

“You okay?” Coryo asked, kissing your head.

“Mhm,” you hummed, holding onto him for support, as you walked to the bathroom.

“Are you hungry, my love?” Coryo asked, helping pull your pants down and sit in the toilet.

“Always.” You replied.

“I’ll have the cooks cook up something for you, and we can eat together in the greenhouse, how does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing.” You let out as Coryo helped you up, and walk to the sink. “Gosh, this little one is really restricting me.”

“I know love. Not much longer now.”

“Let’s just hope not until after the games. Or tonight at the Gala.”

“Our little girl, can come whenever she’s ready. Even if it’s during the games.”

“Are you feeling alright, love?” Coryo asked, wrapping a protective arm around your bump as you both caught a break from people coming to congratulate you at the gala.

“Mm,” you hummed, resting your head on his chest. “I think she enjoys kicking me.”

“Do you need to go to bed, get some rest?”

“And ruin your night? Of course not!”

“Darling, you wouldn’t be ruining my night. You need to get plenty of rest. Especially now that you’re past your due date.”

“Coryo, you still have a speech to make tonight. After your speech, then we can see if I need to go to bed okay?”

“Fine, but would you at least go sit down?”

“Coryo,” you sighed. “I won’t be able to get down or up, you know that.”

“I know,” he replied, gently leading you to a spare sofa. “That’s why I’m coming with you my love.”

You got to the sofa and Coryo helped you down, then sat down next to you, placing his hand on top of yours on your bump.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“As comfortable as I can be.” You replied, taking both of his hands, and placing them on the curve of your back. “Massage please.”

Coryo chuckled but started kneading his way through the knots, making you hum in satisfaction.

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raenis22 · 1 year

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Having Feelings For You (Them as Mafia)

Hyung Line

Lee Heeseung

- You and Heeseung started to be friends since that day

- "So why you become a florist?"

- "Because I love flowers of course, besides this shop is grandma's... She gave it to handle it" you said

- "cute... Just like you"

- "Man, I don't know you are such a flirt"

-At first, he didn't tell you his real identity but eventually you knew yourself

-He tried to cover it up but you convinced him that is nothing need to be worry about it

-"Relax Heeseung... Even though you are mafia, I will not leave you... We are friends after all" you convincing him

-He nodded, a crimson red on his face.

-"If you say so... Thanks YN..." Heeseung thanked you.

-Both of you always hang out when the two of you out of work hours.

-After a few interactions, Heeseung felt something new, a new feeling whenever he with you

-"Sir, this is report you asked for... Ermm sir?"

-Heeseung woke from his daydream and looked at his assistant.

-"Oh uh yes... I am okay...it's just..."

-"It is about Miss YN?" Heeseung's assistant guessed.

-Heeseung's face started to burn up and he even didn't realise it.

-"Do you like her, sir?" the assistant asked.

-Heeseung stared at the photo of him and you. Lost in thoughts again.

-"I-I don't know... Maybe? Yes?"

Park Jongseong

-You and Jay spent more to time and working together to convince Jay's father

-And today your plan will set on motion.

-"What do you mean by I shouldn't divorce? You are my divorce lawyer... You should help me with this process" Mr. Park asked, unsatisfied with your statement.

-"I mean... I just recommend you to discuss this matter seriously with your wife, sir. Divorce is not a child's play."

-Mr.Park just stared at you, if stare can kill, you are definitely dead by now

-"Look... I know that I only a divorce lawyer but what I can say that, there are my clients met me and said that they regretted to have a divorce with their partner without discuss it carefully and rationally... And I hope you will be like them... That's why I suggested you to think about this again" you explained

-You expected to be scolded and might be dead as your client is the mafia leader in your town

-Mr. Park only sighed. "Alright then. I will discuss about this with my wife. I mean you right about regret. Especially to my only son, he might hate us for this" Mr Park said.

-"Yeah... I am sure that your son also don't want to see his parents separate just like that" You assured him.

-"Fine. I will think about this and I will contact you in a short time" Mr.Park said and stood up.

-You nodded and bowed to Mr. Park as he is leaving.

-"Alright you can come out now, Jay"

-Jay opened the door. "Man, you should clean up this store... Dusty" Jay complained

-"Anyway... I already did my part and I hope you can discuss with your father rationally, no fighting" you said to Jay.

-Jay nodded. Understand his task

-"Oh before that" you stopped Jay from walking and fix his tie along with his hair.

-"Okay done... You can go catch up witb your father now" you said, smiled to him

-unconsciously, Jay's face burnt up as he walked out from your office.

Sim Jaeyun

-Since that agreement, you always accompany Maki after school session and you even offer Maki tutoring if he want to

-"And that's how you use this tense correctly" you explained

-"Ah now I get it... Thank you Miss LN..." Maki cheerful said and continued his homework.

-You nodded and smiled. "Here Maki, I have some sandwich I got from cafeteria... In case you get hungry"

-"Wow thanks Miss LN...Why you have three sandwich though" Maki asked.

-"You can share it with brother on your way home later" You said.

-Maki nodded, understood.

-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

-"Jake hyung!" Maki happily said when he saw his brother.

-"Hey Maki... How's your day?"

-"Great! And here a sandwich for you, Miss LN bought for you too" Maki said, handed over the sandwich to Jake.

-Jake's face turned to crimson red as he took the sandwich.

-"Ah Thank you Miss LN for this and taking care of Maki for me like always" Jake thanked you.

-You nodded. "Have a safe drive, Mr. Sim... Excuse me" You said and you walked away.

-"Hyung... You face's red" Maki said.

-Jake realised and shook his head. "Ah it's nothing... Why you said that"

-"Do you like Miss LN, hyung?" Maki smirked.

"Eh...? Ah you are thinking too much, Maki. Come on let's gaur now" Jake said as he pulled Maki.

Park Sunghoon

-With that, you are officially a secretary and working under Park Sunghoon, the youngest ceo of a famous company

-Working with him is kinda... How I should put it... Oh right... Tiring much

-He loves to order you to do something unrelated to your real job

-"Record a tv show? Alright sir"

-"Pick the best coloured straw? Okay sir"

-"Cleaning your office? Err okay...?"

-And so on. This is continue until you go ask him about this matter.

-"Sir,may I ask something?"

-"Go on" Sunghoon said, eyes still on his laptop.

-"Why you like to ask me to do unrelated tasks? Don't get me wrong but aren't job like cleaning your office is apart of cleaner's job?" you courageously asked.

-Sunghoon looked at you. "You are quite brave to ask that, Miss LN. I impressed really. I actually will only allow my secretary and myself to ever enter my office if you notice" Sunghoon explained.

-You nodded. "That's why when someone want to see you, you always go to the meeting room instead..." you said.

-"Yes. I cannot risk someone come here and taking my confidential files here. I only trust you for now... And those unrelated tasks is how I can monitor you" Sunghoon added.

-"Even feeding you?"

-"That's... Errmm anyway back to work" Sunghoon turned crimson red.

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freckle-face-ace · 1 month

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Portgas D Ace X CisFem Reader

"I'm F/N and that's Kuma." You nodded at bully that was now nuzzling up to him.

Recognition flashed over his eyes but he stayed quiet as he shifted toward the dog.

"You don't seem to be in pain anymore. Do you want me to take you to the doctor?"

He slowly shook his head running his hands between Kuma's ears.

You sighed sliding into an armchair in the corner.

"I don't want to pester you...but I've got a lot of questions."

"It's fine." He mumbled.

You swallowed your nerves, "W-who is Luffy?"

He shot up, sheets fluttering off his body, "H-how?"

"Ah, I guess you don't remember. When I found you, you were screaming that name." You watched him frown and run his hands through his hair.

"My little brother." He sighed.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. He had been screaming and reaching so desperately.

"How did you get here?"

"I ... I don't know. I was with Luffy at Marineford and then I woke up here." He pressed his face into his palms.

Marineford?

You wanted to ask but were interrupted when he moved tracing his fingers over his chest.

"What happened to me?"

"I was hoping you could answer that." You stood and shrugged, "I got some clothes I think should fit you if you want to wash up, the bathroom is across the hall. We can chat later, I'm sure you're hungry."

"Thanks." He murmured as you made your exit.

While he showered and tried to become more familiar with his surroundings you slipped into the kitchen to make something to eat. He probably needed something more substantial than a sandwich so you started doctoring up a canned spaghetti sauce and boiling some noodles. Nothing fancy but easy enough.

Kuma seemed unfazed by Ace's presence which you took as a good sign. He was a pretty good judge of character.

"F/N?" Ace called softly rounding the corner with a towel flopped over his head, still shirtless in the baggy black sweats you'd purchased.

"It's 30 degrees out you'll catch a cold wandering around like that."

"I'm not really used to shirts and jackets." A small smirk tugged at his lips.

"From some place tropical?" You guessed.

He blinked and shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

His eyes darted to the pot in front of you while he contemplated explaining himself.

"Have you ever heard of a devil fruit?"

You turned back to him brows knit, "Can't say that I have."

He seemed to be trying to find common ground between where he is and where he'd come from.

"What is it?" You asked.

"It's a fruit that gives you abilities in exchange for being cursed by the sea." He ruffled the towel through his wet hair as he explained this very absurd fruit in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"That doesn't sound real." You commented.

"You don't believe me?" He asked dropping the towel around his shoulders.

"I mean, you fell from the fucking sky so I guess anything is possible." You paused for a beat, "Did you eat one of them?"

He nodded, "But it seems I don't have it anymore."

You hummed not sure what you should believe.

"Am I dead?"

Honestly you were surprised he hadn't asked sooner.

"I'm very much alive, so I don't think so." You replied, "Now please, go put a shirt on."

After getting dressed Ace sat at the table with you. He thanked you for the meal and began to eat.

"So what were you doing at this Marineford place?" You asked.

"I was captured by the world government and was about to be executed."

World government?

You've failed me Kuma. There's a criminal from another world eating in my house.

"Well that explains the bruises on your wrists...why were you being executed?"

This conversation is absurd.

"It's complicated." He huffed.

"I've got nothing to do today." You sat back watching him serve himself seconds.

"I'm er- I was a pirate." He blurted.

"A pirate?"

"Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard pirates." He stated proudly.

"So, you were being executed because you're a pirate." You confirmed.

"More or less." He nodded, "My biological father was a notorious pirate and I'm the end of the bloodline."

"But you have a brother."

"I have lots of brothers. All adopted I guess you could say."

You rubbed your temples trying to process all of this information.

"I feel like this is just a really lucid dream."

A pleasant chuckle rumbled across the table.

"Me too."

There was a brief silence before Ace's face dropped onto the table in front of him, snoring softly, his fork full of noodles gripped tightly in his hand. You blinked.

Narcolepsy?

This guy was troublesome enough.

You stood and began to clear the table. As you reached for Ace's plate his fork came down splattering noodles on the table while the raven sat up.

"I'm not done." He muttered continuing to shovel food into his maw.

"OK... I need a nap." You turned to leave the room tapping Kuma's head, "Keep an eye on him boy."

"Sleep tight." Ace chimed.

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He was standing back to back with Luffy in a ring of fire fending off marines; happy to be free and able to fight with his brother. The youngest had gotten stronger since the last time they'd seen each other and he'd fought hard to free him. In the scuffle the brothers were separated. There wasn't much space between them but there were marines and admirals. So much of it was a blur of flames, ice and magma.

He'd squared off with Akainu. Just killing Ace wouldn't be enough now that he knew of his brother and Luffy had caused enough trouble staying in the heart of the battle.

Making him watch his brother's death would not only rid the world of one more pirate it would break Fire Fist. Ace screamed for his brother willing himself to move faster as the younger turned wide eyed. All he could hope to do was protect Luffy. He watched the horror reflect in Luffy's eyes as the admiral made contact with his back.

There was a lot he wanted to say. He wanted to thank him for saving him, for loving him, for choosing to be his brother. Now he couldn't remember if he got to say anything at all.

His eyes opened to the dark room a cold sweat running down his face as he tried to catch his breath. He jumped catching sight of you sitting next to him in the bed. Quietly you pulled him into your shoulder.

"You were screaming again." You murmured.

"S-sorry." He croaked.

"What happened?" You asked rocking him.

"I... I died."

#portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #x reader #He Fell From The Sky #whitebeard pirates #isekai #mdni #fem reader #lyndsyh24

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 5 months

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high infidelity | three

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too? *Noah’s POV* I woke up violently hungover from the night before. My mouth was so dry and the room was spinning. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading to bathroom to shower and throw up whatever else was still in my stomach. I got into the shower and immediately closed my eyes. The hot water started to make me feel more human as I tried to piece together what happened last night. Her.

Now that I was sober a part of me wished I gave her more time to explain herself. I tend to run when there’s any kind of complications, especially when it comes to relationships. Someone I thought I was going to marry really broke my trust when it came to love so I wanted no part in it. This band was my number one priority and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize it. The water started to get cold and that was my signal to get out. I brushed my teeth, changed into a pair of black joggers and a Demon Slayer hoodie. “You alright man?” My bandmate Folio said as I came out of the bathroom. I guess there was no hiding how bummed out I looked. “I don’t know. I think I might’ve fucked up with the girl I was with last night.” He looked up from his phone and turned his full attention to me, “What was her name again? Ellie?” “Elliot” I corrected him for some reason. “After we left the brewery, she told me she was getting divorced.” “Did she tell you why?” I sighed deeply as I threw the rest of my shit into my suitcase, “No. I just walked away from her.” “Seriously dude?” He sounded disappointed but not surprised that I pulled this shit again. “You need to talk to her before we leave, which is in two hours.” “I never got her number … I don’t even know her last name.” Folio sighed as he got out of bed to head to the bathroom. “Look lets just go get some pancakes and figure this out. We’re not leaving until you get in contact with her.” I smirked, “You just said we had two hours.” “We can stretch it a little. Matt won’t care, right?”

That was the one thing I loved about Folio, he always made sure the people around him were happy. I finished packing and went outside towards our tour bus, the fresh air felt amazing as I waited for Matt to come and unlock the bus. From the corner of my eye I could see a poster from our show last night on a boarded up wall. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of it as a reminder of Elliot…

I fucking missed her. Thirty minutes later we were all piled up in a booth at Denny’s as we waited for our breakfast. One thing I hated about my hangovers is that I was constantly hungry. I ordered myself a large plate of pancakes, hash browns and bacon. Most of the guys were quiet as we were all feeling the same after last night, but they did however talk about how they stayed up til 4am with Elliots friends which stung to hear.

“So Noah, what happened with you and Elliot?” Jolly asked me as the conversation died. “She uhh…she was tired so she went home.” I lied as I took a huge swig of my orange juice. I swiftly looked up at the table and saw everyone looking at me, like they knew the truth. “Ok fine. I might’ve fucked up last night.” “What the fuck did you do?” Bryan said with a raised eyebrow. “She told me she was married …” I crossed my arms and felt my throat tightening up. No way in hell was I gonna start crying this early in the morning. “She was married.” Folio chimed in, emphasizing the was part. “She’s getting divorced. I never let her tell me why. I just panicked and left.” The whole table sighed in disappointment. Nick even threw a hash brown at me in frustration. I put my hood up to avoid the chorus of eye rolls I was about to get thrown at me. “Noah…You gotta talk to her.” Bryan said finally breaking silence. “Look, I have Danielles number. I can ask her if you can have Elliots and you can figure this whole thing out.” “I don’t know if she wants to hear from me.” I muttered as I pushed my food away from me. “Don’t you think it’s worth the risk? I’ve never seen you so hung up on a girl since Sabrina.” I chewed my lip in frustration cause I knew he was right. Maybe I can talk to her or come back up and see her. All I know is that I wanted to hear her voice again, even if it was for the last time. *Elliots POV* I woke up feeling better than I expected, well, hangover-wise I felt okay. It was Tyler’s turn to take Liam to daycare so I laid in bed as last night flashed through my mind like a highlight reel. The silence was deafening and my heart felt heavy as the sobs started up again. I missed Noah so much and all I wanted to do was find him and talk to him. My sobs wouldn’t stop as I remembered how his face fell as I told him I was getting divorced. Noah deserved to know the truth and I don’t blame him for how he reacted at all…I just wish he gave me a chance to explain myself. My phone buzzed as I walked into my bathroom, it was Danielle. “So what happened last night?” “Nothing…I told Noah I was getting divorced and he freaked out.” I put my phone away and tried to pull myself together. I got into the shower and I could still smell Noah on my skin and I began to cry gently into my hands. I stayed like that until the water started to run cold. I let out a huge sigh as I quickly washed my hair and body before getting out. A few more tears fell from my eyes as I attempted to do my make up and get dressed. I settled on a pair of light wash Levi’s, checkered Vans, a black t-shirt with some gold jewelry before heading out the door. My lawyer Anita, who was Danielles mom, greeted me with a huge hug when I got to her office. She explained the process to me and how it could take a while, maybe a year for it to officially settle. With the pandemic delaying a ton of court dates, most divorce hearings got put at the bottom of the list. She had already set someone up from her team to serve Tyler the papers sometime tomorrow while he’s at work. After that, we’d get a court date to figure everything out because I refused to talk to him about this alone. I said my goodbyes and walked out of her office feeling light as a feather knowing things were going to change. I pulled out my phone to text Danielle but I had a text from an unknown number that stopped me dead in my tracks. “Hey… its Noah.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Eddie is that a baby?

Papa Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ok I just love the idea of Eddie getting crazy flustered trying to raise a baby girl. How protective he is with her.

Warnings: Language, mentions of child loss.

Summary: Eddie needs help with the baby.

Chapter 1: Rosie

🍼🥹💗

It was Eddie's first day working at the steel works and he was so damn nervous. Not because it was his first real job after the shit that happened 2 years ago. All his wounds were only skin deep. Except the one on his neck causing him to bleed out of his mouth. Henderson still gave him shit about being an over actor when he woke up in the hospital.

Eddie was no longer the main suspect once Jason disappeared/died. So he was free to go. After that everyone treated him differently. He thought they would avoid him like the plague. But for some reason he was as popular as Harrington. After the events in the upside down Eddie became really good friends with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Johnathan. They're the reason he now went to parties. He would go to parties before the asshat Vecna tried to ruin his life. But he only went to supply the people with the best drugs money could buy. But now it was like everyone loved him. Especially girls. Sure he hooked up all the time but now he was drowning in a sea of pussy. And he couldn't have been more smug about it. Every night it seemed he was getting laid. But he grew tired of all the different girls. So he started dating Tina. (Vickie's friend) he was able to get a diploma and he started working at the local auto shop. But after just a few months he had to quit and find a better paying job.

See he knew Tina was pregnant with his baby. But what he didn't know was that she was gonna ditch him and their new baby girl just a month after she was born, Tina bolted. He was in a panic for a solid 3 months. He barely slept and he barely ate. He was so worried about her. He was also frantic about providing for her. He wasn't making enough at the shop and no way was he gonna keep selling drugs. He had to make sure his daughter was utterly and completely safe.

The only people he trusted with her were his uncle and Erica Sinclair. But his uncle was working with him that day and Erica was at school. So he had to leave his now 4 month old with a complete stranger. And he was so afraid something would happen. He called on every break and during "restroom" breaks. The babysitter assured him she was fine. But he couldn't help but worry.

During lunch instead of sitting with his uncle right away he called the sitter for the 11th time. And this time she didn't answer. He freaked. He kept calling until someone answered. He guessed it was a helper who answered. He explained that he was checking on his daughter and asked why it took so long for them to answer the phone. The person on the line said that his babysitter was feeding his daughter.

Still a bit worried he went to sit next to his uncle. He was so anxious this morning that he forgot to pack a lunch. So he was sharing a bag of cheez its with his uncle. He wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him until he heard a commotion at the door of the break room. A girl came in with the biggest lunch pail Eddie has ever seen. People were surrounding her as she passed out Styrofoam take out boxes. She looked familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He watched as you approached the table where they were sitting.

" Hey Mr. Munson. I hope you guys are hungry." You said while putting two boxes down.

"Starving kiddo. How much we owe ya?" Wayne said pulling out his old tattered brown leather wallet.

" Please. I don't want your money. Besides this is a thank you for fixing the kitchen sink. I really appreciate it."

" It was nothing. Anytime you need anything. Just let me know."

" Will do. I uhh I gave you guys an extra cookie. Don't tell anyone." You winked at Eddie "Enjoy guys. I'll see out on the floor."

Eddie stared at you the whole time you were there. He wanted to introduce himself but he was too worried about the baby.

" Better eat fast son. We only have 15 minutes left."

Eddie pulled the Styrofoam box open and there was a large piece of homemade lasagna. Complete with garlic bread a small salad and 2 chocolate chip cookies.

" Make sure you thank her when you see her later."

Eddie with a mouth full turned to his uncle.

" Who is that and why is she giving us free food?"

" That's Y/N. I went to fix her clogged sink."

" I hope that's not code for anything."

"What? God no. I'm old enough to be her father. Don't you remember her?"

Eddie shook his head shoveling food into his mouth.

" You guys went to school together."

" We did?"

" Yes. She was there before you disappeared."

"Wait y/n l/n. The one that dropped out because she was pregnant."

" Yup. Poor girl."

" Why is she working here? I thought she was supposed to get married."

" Well I don't want to gossip but supposedly it never got that far. He left her when she was in the delivery room."

" Ugh I hate it when they leave."

"Yup. So be nice. She knows what you're going through. She's the one who let me know about the babysitter" Wanye leaned in and whispered. " Also, She just lost her son to sids a few months ago."

" What's sids?"

" Sudden infant death. He was only 4 months old."

" Rosie's 4 months old!"

" Shhhh."

Great. Like he wasn't worried enough.

" Rosie will be ok son. It's more common in boys than girls. We just got to make sure she sleeps on her back."

Now Eddie was freaking out. How could he stay at work when Rosie could be dying right now. Somehow his uncle convinced him to say for the rest of the shift. But as soon as he was done he raced over. As soon as he saw Rosie he cried and held her so close to his chest that she was pushing him away.

...

A week later he had the day off. He spent it playing with Rosie. Trying to get her to say dada. But she just made noises. He was worried about her. She hadn't pooped in 2 days.

" Common princess. Poop for Daddy." He was seriously considering giving her prune juice.

She was crying. He figured that she was uncomfortable. He was about to give up and take her to the hospital. He was bouncing her up and down while she screamed her head off.

" Rosie honey please."

Her crying made him want to too.

" That's it. Let's go princess." He was about to put her in the car seat when someone knocked on the trailer door.

He went to open it and saw you there. You had a huge gift bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other

" Hi Eddie. I- umm do you need help?"

" No!" It came out way harsher than he meant too.

"Sorry. I didn't mean...I'm just gonna leave these here" You set both bags on the porch and headed down the steps.

Eddie felt bad. But he thought that maybe you could help him. He really didn't have the money to pay for the emergency room. But if Rosie needed it he would take her. He thought maybe the same thing happened to your son.

" Hey uhh y/n don't go. I uhh I do need help."

You stopped and turned around. Eddie was still trying to calm Rosie down. Giving you pleading eyes. You picked up the bags and went inside, setting them on the coffee table.

Eddie watched as you pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and put some on. He was just about to ask you to do that but it was like you read his mind.

" May I?" You asked

He was apprehensive for a second but handed her to you.

"Oh sweet girl. What's wrong?" You cooed.

" She hasn't pooped in 2 days." Eddie looked at you worried. But you didn't look at him when he said it.

" Oh no. We can't have that. Right princess?" You were bouncing her just like Eddie did.

He felt that maybe you couldn't help after all but then you moved to the couch and sat down.

" Eddie I know this is gonna look weird but don't freak out. My mom used to do this to me. And don't worry. I won't hurt her. I promise."

Eddie eyed you but nodded. Anything to stop Rosie's pain. You laid her down on her stomach and started massaging her lower back gently. He could hear Rosie start to settle down but not by much. Not until you pulled at the skin under he onesie softly where you had been massaging her. He immediately got angry. He was about to yell at you when he heard Rosie let out a little fart. Rosie stopped crying and he could hear her trying to push. He looked at your hands and you were massaging her again.

" That's it princess. Let it out."

Rosie was very flatulent. As soon as she was done, you picked her up and handed her back to him rubbing her back one last time.

"I'm sorry if I upset you Eddie. I know it looks bad. But I swear it's not."

"Thank you for not hurting my daughter. And thanks for getting her to go." His eyes never left Rosie.

" I would never hurt her Eddie."

Eddie smiled and took Rosie to his room to change her. When he came back out he noticed your shirt was wet. Your breasts were leaking.

" Hey uhh. Your shirt."

You looked down and immediately covered yourself.

" Oh I'm sorry. It must have been the crying. Umm I'm gonna go." You were out the door before he could say anything. He would have offered you one of Tina's maternity shirts.

Eddie put Rosie down for a nap. He went and sat on the couch to see what you brought. He opened the big bag first. It was filled with baby clothes and a few toys. There was this one thing that didn't match all the blues and greens in the bag. It was a pretty pink dress. It was a little bigger than Rosie's size but he knew it was for her. It still had the tags on it with the price scribbled out. Eddie smiled. He would never say no to free stuff. But he was definitely going to wash what you brought over. He opened up the small paper bag and found 2 big ass burritos and a pack of circus cookies. He loves those cookies. How did you know? Why were you being so nice? He scarfed down both burritos before they got cold and started the wash.

He looked through the phone book trying to find you. Once he did he called you.

" Hello?"

"Uh hey y/n. It's me Eddie."

You went silent. He thought you were holding your breath.

" Hey look. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Eddie heard you clear your throat.

" No I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that. I should still be wearing my pads."

" Don't be sorry. It's perfectly natural. I have seen it before you know. Tina used to leak through her pads all the time."

There was an awkward silence for a second.

" I uhh. I'm still sorry though. I umm I never got your daughters name. I feel so bad for not asking."

Eddie chuckled. " Don't feel bad. I'm sure she won't be offended that you guys didn't get an introduction. Her name is Rosemary. Rosie for short."

" Oh that's pretty."

" Yeah. Named her after my mom and well after the movie."

" Movie?"

" Yeah Rosemary's baby."

" Oh." You laughed. " That's umm weird. Probably only mention the mom part of the story when you tell people about her name."

" Ehh. Yeah probably. I don't want people to think I'm back to being an occultist."

"God I remember that. That was so crappy."

" Yeah. But whatever. I'm not in high school anymore."

" Yeah. And you're a dad now. It's so crazy. Hey did you get to go through the stuff brought over?"

" Yes thank you so much. But you didn't have to do that."

"Please. Your uncle told me about you not having a baby shower or anything. Neither did I. So I thought you could use it. Sorry there's not much pink in there"

" Yeah she will definitely make use of everything. And don't worry about the colors. I'm sure she won't be upset that she's not wearing girl colors. Besides she really needed more socks. I swear that damn dryer is holding half of her socks hostage."

" You see I always thought that too. But I feel like it's the washer who is the real cooperate. I mean who would really question the washer? Me that's who."

" Huh. It would be the perfect cover since it doesn't have a lint trap."

" No but it does have this drawer thing in the back. So it might be possible."

" There's a drawer in the back?"

"Uhh yeah....it's next to the little black plug. You know the one that should get emptied once a month."

" Oh...yeah... That drawer."

" Eddie? You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"

" Uhh. No..."

Eddie heard you laugh again. " just ask your uncle about it. He was the one who showed me. Oh just so you know those clothes were washed already. But if you feel like you need to wash them again. I understand."

" Shit am I that predictable?"

" You're a new father. Don't worry about it. "

"Thank you...for everything."

" You're very welcome. If you ever need anything. I'm just a phone call away.

" Yeah. Thank you."

" Bye Eddie."

" Bye y/n."

When he hung up he had a thought. Maybe it would be nice to have someone around that knew what they were doing. But he pushed it away. He didn't know you. So he was gonna keep you at a distance. Just until he knew you were ok for his daughter to be around.

...

He saw you at work and you guys ate lunch together. But that was pretty much the extent to that relationship. He thought you were really nice and one hell of a cook. Every Friday you would sell food to people at work. Eddie guessed it was a coping mechanism for your loss. At least that's what his uncle said. They both tried to pay you for it. But you always refused. But Eddie found a way to repay you. He would show up to work with a coffee for you. He would always buy you a pop and a candy bar from the vending machines. It wasn't much but it was at least he could do without you getting suspicious.

You asked about Rosie every now and again. Eddie knew you were giving him space. You knew that if he needed you, he would call. And about 2 weeks after the no crap incident of 88. Eddie was waiting for you to answer the phone.

"He- llo"

" Y/n it me. So listen. I have fed her, I've burped her, bathed her, changed her and I still can't get her to stop crying. I'm sorry to call but my uncle pick up a double.

" No it's ok. Does she have a fever?"

" No I've checked her 5 times already."

" She didn't get bit by anything did she?"

" No not that I could see."

" Eddie how old is she again?"

" She's almost 5 months old."

"hmmm. Is she grabbing her ear or trying to put things in her mouth?"

"Yeah her mouth."

" umm. Can you do me a favor? Can you put her down for just a second so you can wash your hands?"

Eddie didn't question you. He put Rosie down and washed his hands quickly then picked her back up.

"okay. I need you to hold her face still and look into her mouth."

" I don't see anything. Her gums just look irritated. Crap did I give her something she's allergic to?!"

"Eddie, calm down. If you did she probably wouldn't be able to cry like that. uhh can you just touch her bottom gums in the front and up top. Tell me if you feel anything."

"y-yes it feels like something is.....shit she's teething."

" Uh huh. Do you have a ring for her?"

" Ugh no. I didn't think it would happen this soon."

" Eddie it's fine. I gave you one. Do you remember seeing a wooden ring with a small towel with lions on it?"

" Ye-yeah."

" Good. That's a teething ring."

" Isn't she gonna get splinters in her mouth?"

" No she won't I promise. It's actually better for her."

" Alright. But if something happens to her. I know where you live." He joked

"If anything happens other than her being happy, I will come to you."

Eddie stayed on the phone with you until Rosie calmed down. Eddie heard you yawn. He looked at the clock and it was 3 in the morning.

" Oh man I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know it was so late."

" No it's okay" you yawned again. " I told you if you needed anything. I meant that."

"Thank you so much."

"Night Eddie. Get some sleep ok."

" You too. Night."

When he hung up the phone he took Rosie into his room.

" Aww princess. Daddy's so sorry. Thank God for y/n huh? She's so nice."

Eddie sat on the bed with her watching how she was gnawing on the ring.

" Mmm better princess?"

Eddie was so thankful for you. He was really happy that you two met.

...

After some time you guys spent more time together. Going out to the park for walks or just hanging out. Rosie seemed to really like you and that made Eddie happy. He liked the way his daughter laughed when you made silly faces for her. He liked how you never really asked to hold her because you were afraid that it would bother him. Even though it didn't, he really appreciated the sentiment. Slowly but surely he was beginning to trust you with her. He was getting comfortable leaving you two alone while he showered or ran errands. He even allowed you to start picking her up from the babysitters.

One night you invited them to come over for dinner and a movie. Eddie sat at the table with Rosie on his lap eating. You had made meatloaf with all the fixings. It was Eddie's favorite. He sat there talking to you and feeding mashed potatoes to Rosie. He had a thought of what this would be like if Tina would have stayed. Just a little happy family.

After dinner you put on the Labyrinth. Eddie loved that movie not only because it was pretty cool but because Rosie would always try to dance to the Magic Dance song. As the trailers played Rosie grabbed Eddie's hair pulling it.

" Oh princess. That hurts daddy."

He tried to get her to let go but she had a kung foo grip on him. He heard you laugh. He turned to look at you. You had gotten up and taken out your scrunchie. You went behind him.

" Tickle her." You said with a small giggle.

He did so and Rosie dropped his hair. You quickly and gently pulled his hair into a bun, tying it up for him.

" Thank you."

" No worries." You said sitting back down.

" I uhh will give it back later." He pointed at his bun

"No it's ok you keep it. You're gonna need it." You smiled at him and turned to the TV.

The movie was about half way through when Rosie fell asleep. You offered up your bed so he could lay her down. Eddie pulled out 2 baby monitors and went to lay her down. He surrounded her with pillows so that she would roll off. He set up the monitor and went back out to the living room.

After about 30 minutes you guys heard Rosie crying. Eddie was about to get up to get her when you asked if you could.

" Alright but if you try and run away with her. I will hunt you down."

"Pfff me? Run? Eww." You joked and went to try and put Rosie back to sleep .

He reached for the baby monitor and turned up the volume. He watched as you went into the room.

" Oh princess. It's ok. Did you have a bad dream?" You said picking her up and swaddling her. " It's ok sweet girl. How about I sing to you. Would you like that?"

Rosie was starting to simmer down a bit.

" I used to sing this to my baby."

Eddie sat there feeling so bad for you. This was the first you had mentioned your son. He stood up when he heard the sadness in your voice. Maybe it wasn't the best idea that you were with her. He didn't want to hurt you more. But then you started to sing, causing him to sit back down again. He knew the song well. His mom sang the same one to him.

"Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker. Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end. Waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend. Moon river and me"

Eddie sang with you. His mom loved Audrey Hepburn. He could quote Breakfast at Tiffany's word for word. Though he would never tell anyone that. He heard you sniffle while you laid the sleeping Rosie down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

You had left the room but you didn't come back right away. Eddie got up to see where you were. He heard you softly crying in the bathroom.

" Hey sweetheart are you ok?" He asked knocking gently.

" I'm ok Eddie. I'll be ok."

He stood there for a minute before you came out. Your eyes were blood shot and your nose was a little red. You tried to smile but it was a halfhearted attempt. Eddie didn't know what to say so he just hugged you. You tensed up for a moment but then wrapped your arms around his waist. You guys stood like that for a while before you pulled away.

You cleared your throat. " Let's go finish the movie."

...

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half-oz-eddie · 7 months

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Day 3: Past Trauma

Something random (and extremely personal) for @harringrovemovember

tw for psych ward/hospitalization/involuntary hold, suicide attempt, self harm, psychosis/brief psychotic disorder, hallucinations, medication

Billy and Steve were roommates in the psych ward. Billy had an episode of drug induced psychosis and a suicide attempt. Steve had alcohol induced psychosis at a party that caused hallucinations and paranoia.

Steve had been there for a few days longer than Billy, so he's freed from the constant observation first, and finally allowed to wear regular clothes and not the hideous hospital gowns anymore. When Billy was involuntarily admitted, he slept for 48 hours straight. Steve had done the same when he first got there, so he'd be sure to be considerate, quiet, and stopped eating in the room so the lights could be off as much as possible.

When the nurse would come in every 15 minutes to check on Billy, sometimes Steve would tell the nurse that Billy was crying and talking in his sleep.

When Billy finally woke up, Steve was on his way back from lunch with his coffee. They made eye contact. Steve stared, Billy glared.

"What?" Billy snapped.

"No-nothing. Welcome back. You've been sleeping for days."

"I don't remember anything."

"You should grab something to eat before lunch is over."

"Not hungry."

"Okay, get some Ensure from the nurse's station, then. If you don't put anything in your system, they'll keep you here longer."

Billy sighed and stood, sucking his teeth when he noticed the back of his gown was open.

"Here. Here." Steve handed him an extra gown. "Wear this one backwards so you're fully covered."

"Thanks." Billy grumbled. "What's your name?"

"Steve."

"I'm-"

"Billy. I know. I remember all the noise you made when you first got here. You cried so loud, I couldn't sleep."

"Sorry. I don't remember that."

"It's okay. I didn't remember much when I first got here either."

"Jesus. Are they wiping our memories or something?"

Steve snorted. It'd been awhile since he laughed. "No. Probably the psychosis."

"Oh. Is that what it was? Shit, that must be why they gave me that MRI, or whatever it was. They put me through a machine. I thought I dreamt that though, and—agh!" Billy held his head. "Fuckin' migraine."

"You need to eat. C'mon. Get something to eat. There're chicken sliders. They're actually pretty good. The coffee will keep you alert too."

Billy shrugged. "I guess."

When Billy's constant observation was over and done with, and he was no longer considered a harm to himself, he was excited for his mother to visit him and bring him some fresh clothes and food from outside.

When she didn't show, he had a terrible breakdown and started hearing voices, telling him he was never going to escape, and he should die. So Billy walked up to the nurse's station, being obnoxious and taking out all of his stress on everyone around him.

"Hey." He banged on the window. "Hello? I need my PRN. I'm hearing voices. Hey! Hey!"

Steve was doing his daily pacing the halls when he found Billy irritating the staff. "Billy, what are you doing?! You're gonna get in trouble again!"

"So? I want my fucking PRN. I'm hearing voices and I'm getting pissed off. My mom didn't show up or bring me my fucking clothes and-and I dunno. It triggered me or something."

Steve cocked his head, spotting the devastation in Billy's eyes. "Did you call her?"

"Yeah I fucking called! She didn't answer."

"I'm sorry. Maybe...something came up."

"Something came up." He darkly chuckled. "No, she just doesn't wanna see me." He turned back to the nurse's station, proceeding to bang on the glass. "P! R! N! Give me my fucking drugs or I'm going to kill myself! I'll do it!"

"Billy? Billy, stop. You can't say things like that."

"And why the hell not? They gonna put me in the psych ward?" Billy laughed.

Steve sighed, looking up as an irate nurse approached the window. "He's really distressed." Steve explained. "His mom didn't show up for her visit with him."

"Billy, do you need me to call the doctor?" The nurse asked.

"No. Just give me my meds so I can go lay back down."

The nurse gave Billy his medication, and he brushed past Steve, returning to their room.

Steve went to the laundry room to pick up his clothes, and brought them to their room.

He tossed Billy some shirts and sweatpants.

"We're really not supposed to keep food in our rooms, but my mom brought me a lot of snacks and the head nurse said I have to throw them away by tomorrow if I don't eat them. You want some?"

Billy slowly nodded.

Steve's eyes inadvertently fell on Billy's self harm scars when he reached out a hand for some candy.

"Do you...remember anything yet?"

"Not much. I remember wandering around for a long time. I remember...hearing a bunch of voices all at once. I remember calling 9-1-1 from an emergency box in some neighborhood. I remember crying in an ambulance and getting a couple of stitches. That's really all."

"I don't remember much either. One minute I was at a party with my girlfriend, the next, I was hearing this loud humming sound, and I was dizzy...I dunno. I just know she's not my girlfriend anymore. I don't remember what happened, or what I did, but she's not my girlfriend now. She hasn't accepted calls from me since I got here. Her parents called the hospital and had them order me to stop calling her."

"That's messed up." Billy responded with his mouth full. " What a bitch. She can get fucked."

"How long do you think you'll be here?" Steve asked, shifting the subject. "I'm ready to go home."

"Forever, probably. I'm batshit crazy and I don't have much of a home to go back to. I think it's what drove me over the edge."

"You're not crazy. Don't say that about yourself. Just cooperate, alright? Come out of your room more often, eat in the cafeteria, come to the group meetings..."

"Ugh." Billy threw himself back on the bed. "I don't want to. I'd rather just lay here and rot."

"You can't—"

Billy groaned. "There's 1 little fucking window here at the end of the hall. I can't go outside. I can't call my friends long distance because these shitty fucking phones only make local calls. I can't smoke—"

"Did you get a nicotine patch?"

"Yeah I got a fucking nicotine patch, but...I...I..."

"You what?" Steve leaned forward.

"I smoke for like...stress and anxiety. I don't know how to deal here."

"Come to the rec room. If you get there early enough, you can take over the radio. And, you can play some ping pong with me."

"Ping pong?" Billy snorted.

"C'mon. You gotta try, alright?"

"But..."

"Look. If you cooperate and get out of here with me, I'll treat you to lunch. Wherever you wanna eat."

"Yeah?" For the first time in weeks, there was hope in Billy's eyes.

Steve nodded certainly. "Promise."

"Uh...Thanks for the clothes." Billy scooted next to Steve. "And the snacks."

"Anytime."

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shiinata-library · 2 years

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I'm not her

Relationships: Kíli x female reader (or Kíli x Tauriel)

Summary: You take Tauriel’s place in Middle-Earth a long time before Erebor’s quest. Will you be able to save the Durins or will they suffer the same fate?

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A winter day, you woke up in a dark, cold forest. A dense forest you never saw. You were lost and hungry. If a group of elves didn’t find you, you would surely die. Yes, a group of five woodland elves in the flesh. Their language was incomprehensible to you, but as they saved your life and seemed to ask to follow them, you followed them without complaining.

While you followed them, you tried to figure out where you were. Everything seemed so vegetable, green, but dark and cold. And there were elves everywhere. It was only when you arrived at a kind of palace that you noticed a beautiful, young, blond elf among the group who saved you.

They brought you in front of a tall, regal, blond elf. You had some suppositions about the place but it was only when King Thranduil introduced himself in front of you that you believed it. Well, you understood nothing but his name because he talked in elvish, you guessed.

So, you were in Middle-Earth. In Mirkwood. In front of the king Thranduil. And he was very handsome, but that is not the first thing you should think!

If we came back to the situation, the young, blond elf who saved you earlier was then Legolas, and he walked to his father, certainly to explain to him they found you lost in the middle of the forest.

They talked for a while before turning toward you. During their discussion, you remained quiet. Who would want to intervene in a discussion between Thranduil and Legolas?

Oh, and of course, their discussion was in an elven language! So when Thranduil talked to you directly you didn’t know what to say.

“It seems she doesn't understand a word of Silvan Elvish or Sindarin. Do you understand westron?” Thranduil asked in westron from his throne, looking at you.

“It seems I do, Your Majesty,” you tried with the most polite voice you had.

“At least, she is polite, and knows westron. I think, since Legolas asked for it, we can find you a place here, if you wish to stay,” he said as he was looking at you seriously.

You took your time to think about it, but in reality, you had no choice but to accept his proposal. Where could you go? Mirkwood wasn't that bad, right?

“Do you want to leave?” he asked, visibly losing his patience.

“No! I want to stay, Your Majesty! Hm, please,” you quickly replied as you could see Legolas lightly smile.

“Alright. What is your name?” Thranduil asked as he descended from his throne to come closer to you.

Your name? Oh, your name from the 21st century? It would be strange here.

“Don’t you have a name?” he asked, now in front of you, with his eyes higher than yours.

As you were remaining quiet with your head down, he sighed before resuming.

“Alright, we will give you a name then,” he said as he seemed to think. “Tauriel. It suits you. Now, follow my son, he will show you your new room.”

You stupidly stayed still for a while as he was returning to his throne.

Tauriel? Really? Was it a joke? Why did he give that name? Wasn't there already a Tauriel in Mirkwood?

The prince walked toward you with a smile and you followed him. Despite the coolness of the place, his smile was warm. Surely because, as you observed it, there weren't many young elves. You replied to him with politeness and smiles.

Your room was quite big. A bed, a desk, a balcony with a view on a small waterfall, a bathroom corner. What more could you ask for?

Speaking of the bathroom corner, as you stepped closer to the bathtub, you noticed a tall mirror. At the first reflection, you jumped, believing someone else entered your room, but a few seconds later as you touched your face, you understood that the tall, red-haired female-elf reflected in the mirror was you.

There were no other Tauriel. You were the only one Tauriel of Mirkwood. You were in Tauriel’s place. But why were you Tauriel? Why couldn't you just be you? Why come to Middle-earth without being in your own body?

The good news was you were beautiful and an elf. Oh! And your life will be long!

Before Legolas left you alone, you could only ask him what year you were in. To your surprise, you had arrived a few years after Smaug’s attack. So, Dale was destroyed, and Erebor’s dwarfs were no longer in the region.

As you sat on your new comfortable bed, you thought about the future event in Middle-Earth. Do you have the right to intervene? Was that why you were sent? If you are Tauriel, surely there would be a connection with the Durins’ quest, right?

You will surely meet Thorin’s company some day in the forest or in the dungeons. If we were based on the movie, then yes. And Kíli will die because of you. Well, because of Blog and the orcs, but you will also have your part to play in it…

First of all, as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you had to accept your new body. Size, colours, pointed ears! So many changes!

Maybe a bath would be a good start, especially with all the leaves and mud you had in your hair…

…

Sindarin, Silvan Elvish, bows, swords, daggers, knives, agility, patience, endurance, elven mores,... Anything you could learn, you tried to learn. All the years you spent in Mirkwood since you had arrived, you spent it to learn.

Your objectives were simple: Save the Durin’s line, then visit Middle-earth. So, not making the same mistake as Tauriel. That was why you trained for years and promised yourself to prevent Kíli from falling in love with Tauriel, well, with you. In addition to the training, you stayed in your room almost all the time to read books. Sometimes, you went out to explore the forest alone, or when Legolas asked to accompany him. Who could refuse something to a cute prince like him? Well, you couldn’t. Oh, but you also tried to keep your distance with him. Dealing with the dwarfs will be enough!

Years passed since you arrived in Mirkwood, and even though you had tried to remain in the shadow, do your job as a guard and perfect your skills, King Thranduil ended up promoting you “Captain of the guard”. His decision was hard to believe as you didn't act like the real Tauriel. Although you were polite and pragmatic, you were far from having her skills and personality. Your tendency to do as you please had already got you into trouble, more than once. You still found it amazing that he had forgiven you for climbing one of the biggest waterfalls in the palace just to see over the trees, which of course was prohibited.

Also, it was true you had trouble integrating with Mirkwood’s elves but you didn’t care. As long as you survived, you didn’t need elves friends, especially if you were already friends with the Prince.

As you saw The Hobbit’s movies, you knew when the company would come, so you prepared for the meeting. Your skills were enough, but the thing you wanted to prevent was Kíli falling in love with you. There will be enough to do on the future battlefield than to have to deal with a guy in love.

So you decided to change your appearance. Cutting your long, beautiful hair was a tough decision but you hoped it would be worth it. The good thing was that it won't bother you now that it was over your shoulders.

An autumn day when you were watching the forest with Legolas and your team, you finally met Thorin’s company. Everything happened exactly as in the film and they soon ended up in the dungeons.

Once they were locked in the dungeons, you avoided walking in front of them, but as you were the Captain of the Guard, you had to do it sometimes. So, you always waited until they were sleeping to do your job.

However, one night when you walked silently in front of Kíli‘s cell, a stone hit your foot. “Are you kidding me?” you sighed as you recognised Kíli’s rune.

“Hey, can you give it back to me?” he asked from his cell, looking up at you with a smile.

You sighed again as you hesitated to ignore him and continued your way, but his eyes… His puppy-eyes should be forbidden!

You didn’t want to touch it, so you shot it with your feet and it ended right in his cell.

“Wow, good shot!” he exclaimed as he picked up his rune.

You were about to leave when he talked to you again.

“It’s the first time I saw an elf with short hair. Why is your hair so short?” he asked, looking at you with very interested eyes.

“It's more convenient for fighting. Now, stop talking,” you replied as you tried to leave again.

“What is your name?” he resumed as you never asked him to be quiet.

“You don’t–”

“Tauriel?” you heard from afar, recognising Legolas’ voice.

“I’m here. I'll join you,” you replied as you left the dungeons, avoiding the victorious smile of Kíli in his cell.

When they escaped, you helped Legolas to kill as many orcs as you could. Your focus was only on the orcs until Kíli got out from his barrel. Even though you yelled at him not to open the gate, he obviously didn't listen to you and took an arrow in the leg.

Everything followed the film too much to your liking…

Then, you had no choice but to go in Laketown to heal him. Since there was no tension between you and Legolas, he stayed with you in Bard's house until the dragon’s attack. One thing changed at least! He also helped you to escape the town with everyone, and you were very glad he was there when you saw Kíli’s sparkled eyes open when you saved him.

Anyway, once everyone had reached the shore alive, you decided to leave with Legolas to return to Mirkwood. You will need to prepare yourself with the battle coming up. No need to take Legolas to Gundabad as Thranduil will not listen to you.

You were chatting with Legolas when a small hand took yours. The little Tilda smiled at you.

“Thank you for saving us,” she said as her sister joined her to say the same thing.

“Anyone would have done the same thing,” you replied with a smile as you stroked Tilda’s head. “Join your father, I’m sure he misses you already.”

They nodded and left almost immediately. Once your eyes turned back to Legolas, his smile became teasing.

“I didn’t know you liked children,” he said as you both started to walk in Mirkwood’s direction. “I think I never saw you with a child.”

“Maybe because there are almost no children in Mirkwood. And I already have to babysit you so…”

Your joke was cut short by someone calling you away. Without turning to the voice, you knew it was Kíli’s. The further you went with Legolas, the more Kíli called you. After a quick "I'll be back" to your friend, you changed direction to join Kíli and his brother.

“What do you want?” you asked them, a little too harshly. “Do you want to go back to your cells?”

“No!” Kíli hurried to say. “Just, thank you for saving me. For helping us to escape the town.”

“Anyone would have done the same thing,” you said as you did for Tilda. “Now, I have a lot to do. Don't get hit by another orc arrow. I won't always be there to save you.”

You left before he had time to grab your hand.

You saw it. Kíli saw it, and his brother saw it. It was awkward, so you quickly joined Legolas and went back to Mirkwood.

Had he already fallen in love with Tauriel when you had done everything to prevent it? You even cut your beautiful, long hair for that!!!

Alright, stay calm. The battle was in a few days, and you weren’t ready yet. Even with all your training, you weren’t sure if you could take part in a battle like this, but did you have a choice?

When the battle’s day came, you were on the elf’s side, under Thranduil’s orders until the orcs’ arrival. After that, you explained to the King that you wanted to go to the top of Ravenhill to stop their signal flags. He quickly nodded before going back to the battle.

Fortunately, Legolas trusted you enough to follow you without question.

At the top of Ravenhill, you yelled Azog’s name, telling him you knew he was hiding. While Legolas looked at you like the strangest person in the world, the orc’s leader finally got out of the top of the tower.

“You elf, how did you know I was here?” Azog yelled with a particular angry face. “You don't interest me! You're not the one I'm waiting for!”

At the end of his sentence, a group of orcs started to attack you and Legolas. You were ready for it, but there were many of them. Maybe going there, only you and Legolas, wasn’t a good idea. In wanting to save the Durins at all costs, you didn't think that you could put Legolas in danger.

When the dwarfs joined you, you were almost happy to see them. Almost. Until Thorin threatened you with a sword.

“What are you both doing here?” he shouted, without noticing Azog still in the tower.

You were about to reply when Legolas stood between you and Thorin's sword. His behaviour surprised but not Thorin.

“You are blinded by anger. You are mistaken about your enemies,” he said with an impressively calm tone.

“He’s right,” Azog intervened with a smile at the top of the tower. “You true enemies will kill your two heirs first, then they will end with you.”

When he finished talking, many orcs attacked you, Legolas, and the dwarfs. Once you all got rid of them, you spoke up with all the self-confidence that Tauriel would have.

“You all, listen to me. Fíli and Kíli, go with Legolas to kill Bolg. Dwalin, never part from Thorin, and go to Azog. I’m going to clean the tower and destroy the flags. And Bilbo, where is he?” you said as you turned around to find him. “Bilbo, stay hidden, stay safe.”

They stayed silent for a while. Even you were surprised by yourself.

Whether they decide to listen to you or not, you already know where to start. After nodding to Legolas, you entered the tower.

Hoping they followed your advices - or orders, you started to climb the stairs when you felt a hand grab your arm. If you had not recognised the heavy footsteps of a dwarf, you would have cut his throat immediately, but Kíli called to you in such a pleading tone that you stopped your steps and turned towards him.

“Stay with your brother. It’s safer this way,” you said as you tried to free your arm.

“It’s not safe for you. I want to stay with you. You–”

“No! You will die if you stay with me!” you shouted as you finally took your arm back, stepping away from him. “Stay with you brother.”

Without waiting for an answer, you resumed your way until Kíli grabbed you once again.

“I don’t have time for that! Go with your brother!”

“I won’t leave you!” he shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to stay calm.

“Alright!” you gave up. “You know what? Do what you want! Don’t cry if your brother dies alone!”

Your words were horrible, and you regretted saying it immediately, but you resumed your way in the tower as if you didn’t care.

The orcs didn’t wait to attack you and Kíli. In this kind of small corridor, it was hard to fight. Even harder with a dwarf being underfoot!

The way to the top was longer and harder than expected. You won’t admit it, but you were glad Kíli had been with you. At the top of the tower now empty and the flags destroyed, you sat on an iced rock, catching your breath.

“What do we do now?” he said, also breathless and tired.

“I don’t know. I didn’t plan to babysitter you!” you said, still angry he followed you.

“Hey, I just want to help you! Don’t be so angry with me!” he shouted as he came closer to you.

He was right. You shouldn’t be angry with him. Not everything had gone as planned, but for the moment he was still alive. Let's hope that the others will be too…

“Let’s join your uncle. He will need help against Azog,” you sighed as you stood up and went down the stairs.

Despite knowing the time was the key at a time like this, you were tired. On the way, many orcs attacked you and Kíli, so by the time you reached Thorin and Dwalin, Fíli and Legolas were already with them. From far away, you saw Azog just fell on the iced lake, his head flying far away from his body.

Your feet stopped at the view of the dead leader and the dwarfs alive.

You did it. They were alive.

Legolas ran to join you. A big smile appeared on your face as you raised both your hands in the air. With all the years spent together, he was used to your behaviour and he couldn’t help but smile as he raised his hands to clap them against yours.

“We did it! We’re all alive! Everyone is alive!” you shouted of joy, startling Kíli next to you. “Thank you for trusting me and following me here!”

Legolas looked around him, making sure there were no more orcs left. When you ended up turning to Kíli, you noticed he was looking at you, while you thought he would join his kin.

“You should join your family. I’m sure your brother is very worried about you,” you smiled, glancing at Fíli who didn’t dare to approach you.

“He’s fine. I’m sure he can wait a little longer,” he laughed. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, right. Hm, I’m sorry for my words and my anger towards you, but I need to leave now–”

The presence of Thranduil arriving on the iced lake made you quiet. After nodding to you, Legolas ran to his father while you looked at your King. You couldn't keep the king waiting, so you quickly talked to Kíli.

“I’m sorry. What was I saying? Oh right, I’m truly sorry for my words, and I need to go. Thanks for helping me in the tower. And I should stop talking now.”

At the first step you made to leave him, he grabbed your hand, like he already did too many times since he had escaped from his cell.

“Wait! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Oh, you didn’t even think of it. You had some cuts and bruises but nothing serious. Maybe your wrists and your feet were exhausted, but nothing that a rest could not cure.

“No, I’m fine. I’m an elf, remember?” you said, shrugging with a laugh.

Even though you tried to make him understand he should let you go, his hand squeezed yours.

Oh no. Despite his face being so muddy, his messy hair, and his war’s smell, he looked so cute. His puppy-eyes prevented you from trying to take your hand back.

“Amrâlimê, let me–” [My love]

“Oh no!” you suddenly panicked, taking back your hand harshly. “No, no, no! No amrâlimê!”

“Y-you know what it means?” he said, unable to hide his surprise.

“Er, no. Of course not. I’m not a dwarf,” you lied as you stepped away from him. “Hm, I need to join Legolas and the King right now. You should join your family!”

Your panic was laughable. You almost stumbled on the iced lake as you fled to join Mirkwood King. Why? Because your heart was beating so fast that you couldn’t hear Kíli call you. Because your cheeks were so red that they could melt the whole lake if you fell on it. Because with all the trouble you went through to prevent him from falling in love with you, it would seem that you failed. Plus, it would seem that you had also fallen in love with him.

Alright. First of all, you had to go back to Mirkwood with the King and the Prince. Everything about Kíli would come later.

Well. “Later” progressively almost changed in never when you decided to do what you planned after saving the Durins: travelling in Middle-Earth.

However, Thranduil didn't agree to let you leave Mirkwood at first. It took him two months to accept your departure, since you promised him to take your job back when you return. You didn't agree on a return date, but the fact he knew you would return was enough to satisfy him.

Legolas didn’t agree as well. He wanted to come with you. His father only agreed to let him follow you to Rivendell. He gave him a mission there, and it was enough to make Legolas happy.

But, because there was always a “but” with the King Thranduil, he asked you to wait for a concord between Erebor’s dwarfs, Dale’s Men and Mirkwood’s elves, since the lands were still not safe to travel alone.

So, you couldn’t leave for months. You escorted the King several times to Dale and Erebor with your best team.

And avoiding Kíli was easier than you thought. He always seemed busy and you knew how to hide yourself.

Until one night. A night of celebration following an agreement between Elves and Dwarfs. This was already a big step forward, so the dwarfs organised a big party, and Thranduil gave the night off to every elf who escorted him. So you.

The agreement wasn’t a surprise. Your team was aware of this event so you were dressed for the occasion. A long dress in your favourite colour, as simple as possible.

You lost your habit to wear dresses since you were in Middle-Earth, so you were a little uncomfortable with it. Why would a captain of the guard wear a dress anyway? Plus, you weren’t comfortable in this kind of event. Usually, Legolas used to get you out of your boredom, but he didn't come this time.

The only thing you enjoyed in this kind of event was the wine, and tonight there was a lot of wine since the dwarfs preferred ale.

After taking a new bottle and a glass, you left the party and went to a quieter place. A place high enough for you to watch the crowd without being noticed.

You sat on the floor, your back against a pillar and your legs in the void. Erebor’s rooms were always very tall but this one seemed to be on three or four levels. On each level, there were corridors, but you didn't want to adventure yourself in and got lost. So your little quiet corner was perfect for the night.

From where you were, you could see some dwarfs from Thorin’s company dancing in a way too acrobatic for them. Thorin was surrounded by old dwarfs while Thranduil was with some elves from your team, chatting over a drink.

The party was fun to watch. It was a shame Legolas wasn’t here to speak of this. Since his father agreed to let him go to Rivendell, he had given him new teachers who occupied all his time.

At some point, you heard steps coming closer to you. The more Kíli was walking towards you, the more your blood was warming up. It was too late to avoid him now, so you took advantage of the seconds you had left before he sat next to you to calm down.

“I was looking for you all night,” he said once he sat next to you, his legs almost touching you. “Wow, the view of the party is amazing from here!”

His look turned to the crowd below. His smile was as radiant as the light of the torches of the place. His traditional Erebor prince outfit fitted him very well. He looked so different from the dwarf you locked in Mirkwood. You were almost intimidated by him. Almost because you were Tauriel, right? The tall, strong Captain of the Mirkwood guard. Well, not for long, but you were at the time.

To hide your embarrassment, you sipped your drink quietly until you realised it was empty. When you searched the wine bottle, you remembered you had already finished it. Yet, with Kíli near you, you would really need wine.

“I take a bottle with me,” Kíli said as he turned toward you, showing you a wine bottle.

You couldn’t hide your smile, and it surely looked too silly, so you stopped smiling and thanked him.

“Your timing is perfect!” you said as you took the bottle already open from his hand. “Thanks for bringing it here. Do you want some?”

“No, I took my ale with me,” he winked.

Now your glass was full, your attention turned to the crowd below. After a long silent moment, you laughed.

“What makes you laugh?” Kíli asked, focused on the crowd.

“Do you see the red-haired dwarf with an ale who just fell? He spilled all his ale on an elf behind him. I can tell you from here that she's ready to grab him by the foot and hang him,” you laughed, barely breathing.

“Which one?”

“On the left, at the back of the room.”

“Where?”

“Come on, right next to the pillar.”

“Hey, I don’t have elves’ eyes!” he replied, a little irritated. “Oh I see him! It’s Gloda. He was already drunk before the party started.”

“What?” you tried to say while your laugh resumed. “Poor Annien! Her dress is ruined. On top of that, I think it was her boyfriend who gave it to her. I hope ale doesn't stain.”

Your laugh ended up calming down as Kíli continued to look at the crowd, drinking his ale in a big mug. He didn’t tell you why he came to you yet, but you didn't want to give him time to tell you, so you quickly spoke up again.

“It’s a shame you don’t have elf eyes. With Legolas, we often play to find someone in a party crowd according to a short description. It usually keeps us busy for a long time!”

“We can play anyway! I have good eyes for a dwarf,” he said with far too much enthusiasm that surprised you. “I start! I see a dwarrowdam hanging on the arms of a dwarf who doesn't seem to appreciate her gesture.”

“Let me find her!”

The game went on for so long that eventually there were too few people in the room to play. The second wine bottle was empty for a long time now, but Kíli helped you to finish it.

Even though you had avoided him since the battle - or since you met him, you wanted the night to never end. You spent a very fun night, funnier than you had ever spent with Legolas but you will never say it to both of them.

You really needed to go away from this region. Your feelings for him grew stronger every time you saw him, and now, in addition to seeing him, you spent the whole evening having fun with him.

“Thanks for this fun night, but I should go,” you said as you stood up with the pillar’s help. “We’ll leave earlier tomorrow.”

Either your legs were numb from sitting for hours, or you had drunk more than you thought. Either way, your legs shook a little before they gave way. Fortunately, Kíli stood up at the same time as you and he had the time to catch you up.

With your back against the pillar and Kíli’s help, you could finally stand up. The situation was so silly that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Why are you smiling like that? You could fall! And elf or not, I don't think you would have survived! Have you seen how high we are?”

Despite his irritation, you continued to smile like an idiot.

“You’re so short. It’s so cute!” you laughed, never having been so close to him standing face to face.

The wine talked in your place while Kíli frowned. It was only when his hands squeezed your hips that you noticed them. They were holding you firmly. Maybe you would fall if he wasn’t holding you.

Then, you realised your closeness. Although he was a head shorter than you, he would only have to stand on his tiptoes to access your lips. Those so tempting lips…

What? Did you want to taste them? Of course not. You still were a curse to him. Even though he had survived the Battle of the Five Armies, there was no proof that he wouldn’t die in another way because of you.

Your smile faded as you patted his head. Oh his hair was so soft…

“I’m really glad you’re alive,” you let escape while it was absolutely not what you wanted to say. “Well, hm, I need to go.”

“It’s thanks to you,” he said as he was still holding you with more strength than you thought, looking at you with puppy-eyes. “I still don’t know why you helped us in Ravenhill, but I’m sure we’re alive thanks to you!”

His eyes were staring at you. Your elf eyes were good to see far, but not in the darkness. Here, you were sure Kíli’s eyes were better than yours, and he certainly noticed your burning cheeks.

Looking to the right, then on the left won’t help you. Trapped between the pillar and Kíli’s hands, you had no choice but to look at him, yet his eyes became imploring, as much as his voice.

“Why are you always avoiding me? Since the beginning. I’m not stupid, I noticed how cold but strangely familiar you look at me from our first meeting. I thought something changed when you saved me in Laketown, but… Did I do something wrong?”

His voice froze your blood. He seemed so lost while you couldn’t explain anything to him. You just wanted him to be alive, even if you had to live far away from him. Was it too much to ask?

“If it’s because of, hm,” he hesitated to continue but resumed anyway. “Amrâlimê, I–”

“Stop!” you shouted as your hand unintentionally covered his mouth. “I'm not your amrâlimê.”

You tried to use a cold tone, but it didn’t work. Your throat was so dry…

“Listen, I’m not who you think I am. We met few times, and your image of me is an illusion. I'm not your amrâlimê.”

You progressively removed your hand from his mouth, waiting for a reaction from him. His reaction was immediate.

“My love for you is not an illusion!” he clearly said as one of his hands came to your cheek.

You always hoped he never told you something like this, since you had understood where and who you were. He couldn’t realise you were so tortured inside, but it hurt. You hated this situation so much that you started to feel little tears in the corner of your eyes.

“I–I’m so sorry!” he hurried to say as he wiped the corner of your eyes. “I didn’t want to make you cry!”

“I’m not crying,” you said as you removed his hand from your face.

“You… Mahal, you’re impossible. You know that, don’t you?”

He approached his face so close that you could see each cut on his face he surely earned during the journey. On his tiptoes, he seemed about to say something but he held back, getting back on his flat feet. Your breathing resumed while you didn't even know it had stopped.

“At least from tonight, I know you don’t hate me, otherwise you wouldn’t stay the night with me…” he sighed as he removed his hands from you as slow as possible, as if you would disappear instantly if he moved too fast. “Before you leave, let me at least tell you what I wanted for months.”

As your heart skipped a beat at the word ‘months’, you tried to keep your fake indifference and didn’t stop him.

“First, I wanted to thank you for saving me in Laketown. I never had time to do that,” he started slowly. “Then, I don’t know how you managed to arrive at Ravenhill before us, but you were a great help there, even if you didn’t want me with you. Then, well, I felt something for you since we met in Mirkwood forest. I wasn’t sure about my feelings for you until Ravenhill, but now Tauriel, I know it’s not an illusion. I truly love you.”

The few people still below in the room made your silence all the heavier. Kíli remained motionless, looking at you as he was desperate for an answer.

How would Tauriel reply to him? The movies’ story won’t help you here. It was now your life and your decisions, despite you being in Tauriel’s place.

You tried to say some words but they stayed in your throat. Why was it so difficult? Couldn't you just tell him that you loved him too and live happily ever after?

Life was always not simple, and you had to answer him. Now.

“What answer do you want from me? Spending the night here with you doesn't mean I love you. Kíli, we can be friends if you want, but nothing more. It’s true I spent a very good night with you, but–”

“I don’t know how, but I know you’re lying,” he said with a surprising self-confidence.

“W-what?”

“Your eyes are the only ones who don’t lie to me.”

He seemed to use the same way to win your heart that he used to win Tauriel’s heart in the movie. He didn’t want to give up, but you won’t give in. With a serious behaviour, you walked away from him and the pillar.

“I had to go. I wish you a good end of night, Prince Kíli.”

After your cold words, you bowed a little in front of Erebor’s prince and left in the direction of your bedroom without searching for his eyes or his reactions. The sooner you would get to your room, the sooner you could go to bed and leave this night behind you.

…

Your departure was coming soon. In a little over a month. As planned, you had waited for an agreement to be made between Dwarfs, Men, and Elves. Legolas will stay with you until you arrive in Rivendell, and you will be alone afterwards. It was exciting and scary at the same time, but you were sure you will love it!

One early summer evening, you followed Legolas as he had asked you in the morning. It was your day off and he wanted to spend the evening with you in your secret place. A nice place at the highest point in Mirkwood, at the top of a large waterfall.

You had gladly accepted since you didn’t leave your room for two days because some Erebor dwarfs came to Eleven kingdom to finalise a new treaty, and of course Kíli came with them.

But you didn’t want to think of it. Let’s enjoy the evening with your friend in such a good place. He even brought food and wine!

“You’re a perfect friend,” you said as you sipped your wine. “What will happen to me when I'm alone?”

“I hope you will visit me in Rivendell,” he smiled, looking at the landscape.

“Of course I will!”

After a short silent moment, Legolas finished his wine and put his glass on the ground.

“You’re still avoiding the prince dwarf.”

It wasn’t a question, and the surprise made you spit your wine. Legolas frowned in disgust, then sighed.

“What are you talking about?” you pretended not to understand.

“No need to lie to me. You locked yourself in your room for three days. Just when the Dwarfs arrived.”

“Those were my days off. I wanted to read a book. That’s all,” you shrugged.

“Before they arrived, you were running everywhere to prepare your departure. Why are you avoiding him?” he insisted, no longer smiling.

“Why are you so interested? I just… I don’t want him to fall in love with me,” you admitted with a pouting face.

“It’s too late for that, Mellon nîn,” he laughed. [My friend]

“I know,” you replied, still pouting.

“So why are you avoiding him?” he asked once he calmed down.

You put the food and glass you had in hand before answering him. Maybe you could talk about it to your friend. You knew each other for decades; he was even one of those who saved you in the forest when you arrived.

“Because he will die if he falls in love with me.”

“What?”

“I can’t explain everything to you without sounding crazy, but I’m a curse for him. He and his family should die on Ravenhill. We saved them, but I’m still a curse for him.”

Legolas remained a moment silent, thinking of what you said.

“Excuse me if I’ll be rude, but for me, this curse thing seems an excuse to avoid him because you fell in love with him and you’re afraid to lose him.”

You remained silent at your turn before laughing.

“You’re right. I’m just a coward.”

“That’s not what I said, Tauriel,” he frowned.

“I’m in love with a dwarf but I prefer travelling in Middle-Earth to accepting my feelings and my fears. I’m a coward,” you said as you finished your wine in one go.

“Is this true?” a voice of a man said behind a tree before walking toward you.

In a few seconds, Kíli was in front of you. You stood up instantly while your eyes were going from Legolas to Kíli countless times. You knew he was in Mirkwood but you never thought he could find you here.

“Why is he here?” you said as you turned to Legolas, angry and disappointed. “You’re the one person who knows this place. Is that your idea? You know what, I prefer not to know.”

“Tauriel, wait!” Legolas said while you were about to leave. “I’m sorry, I only want to help.”

“I didn’t ask for that,” you coldly said, crossing your arms on your chest.

“I asked for that,” Kíli intervened, placing himself between you and Legolas.

When your eyes finally confronted Kíli’s, your anger calmed down. Just a little because you were still angry with your friend.

You preferred to remain quiet. What could you say to him after what you had just said to Legolas?

In truth, no one dared to speak. Only the forest’s sounds and the waterfall echoed for a long time.

Kíli was the first to say something, but at the same time, he walked toward you. Instinctively, you stepped back. Yet, even though you were in Tauriel’s place, you kept your clumsiness, and behind you was the waterfall.

In a few seconds, you lost your balance and fell in the waterfall. Kíli and Legolas only could shout your name.

The waterfall was very high but the lake at the bottom was deep, so there was little chance of you getting hurt. When your head came out of the water, you couldn’t help but hit the water. How could you be that clumsy, seriously? Were you an elf or not?

When you heard your name with Kíli’s voice close to you in panic, you realised he jumped in the waterfall too. You swam to him and you both got out of the water. Your clothes were soaked, your hair was a mess, but you were glad it was summer. It was warm enough not to catch a cold.

Kíli ran to you as you sat on the green grass.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt? Hey, talk to me! Are you alive?”

You burst out laughing before his panicked attitude. It was very rude, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Plus, he looked fine as well.

“I swam to you and walked here. Of course I’m alive,” you laughed. “Calm down, I’m alright. What an idea to jump off the waterfall. You’re the one who could have been hurt. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he grumbled, calming down gradually.

Now your evening was ruined, you let yourself fall in the grass, lying down with eyes closed. Remaining quiet, you felt him sit next to you.

“I was just worried about you,” he grumbled.

“You should stop worrying about me. Believe me, you'll end up dying if you keep trying to save me.”

The tone of your voice wasn’t cold or angry anymore. You were tired of pushing him away. Staying silent until he gives up was a good solution, right?

“You’re impossible!” you heard with a laugh. “Open your eyes to see if you are lying.”

“No,” you simply replied with a childish attitude that you didn’t care.

Still eyes closed, you heard him moving and ended up feeling some cold water’s drop falling on you.

“Open your eyes,” he repeated in a too serious voice that intrigued you.

Well, not intriguing enough to open your eyes. However, when you felt something touching your right cheek, you jumped, forcing your eyes to stay close. You relaxed only when you realised it was his hand.

As long as he was just touching your face, it would have been fine, but when his hands got away and you felt his breathing next to your ear, your heart was about to explode in your chest.

“Open your eyes or I kiss you,” he murmured in your ear while his hand went on your hip.

Even though you fell in the water and you were still soaked, your body was burning. His voice was so enticing, so seductive.

Could you ignore him all your life? Of course, a part of you wanted him to kiss you right now, and even more, but your fears surpassed your desires.

“You wouldn't dare–”

Kíli didn't wait for you to finish your sentence. Your provocative attitude didn't work on him anymore. His lips were on yours, warm and strangely soft for a dwarf. Well, according to your idea of kissing a dwarf because you never did it.

As his hand squeezed your hip, you couldn't help but grab his wet jacket. It only took you a few seconds to reply to his kiss, but once you started it, he got away from you.

“It seems your eyes aren't the only one to be honest with me,” you heard him chuckle. “You're quite stubborn, you know.”

No need to repeat that your eyes were still closed, right?

As your heart started to calm down, you could think again. Should you keep ignoring him or should you run to your room? Or should you sit up and kiss him?

While you were thinking, Kíli could observe all your thinking faces. He chuckled before leaning again toward you.

“Are you stubborn or do you just want me to kiss you again?” he whispered in your same pointed ears now burning more than your body.

At his words, you opened your eyes, but his lips on yours made them closed again. This time, he asked to open your mouth by licking your lower lip, and you let him access to his request.

Hoping your tongue didn't taste wine too much, you deepened the kiss before Kíli did. His hand on your hip tensed in surprise as you put your hand on his short beard. It was itchy but you didn't care. You stroked it before continuing to his hair.

A light groan escaped from Kíli's lips as he removed himself for a few seconds to breathe, then resumed the kiss.

While his body flattened yours, his big hand would lower to your thigh if you didn't hear a voice calling your name from afar. Legolas's voice approached you gradually, calling you and the dwarf still on you.

When Legolas arrived in front of you, you were both standing up. Kíli was smiling, a victorious, ecstatic smile, as you were removing some grass on you.

“Are you both alright? I'm calling you for a while,” Legolas said as he approached you, looking worried.

Oh, right. You almost forgot that you fell from a waterfall a few minutes ago.

“I'm fine. Just very clumsy,” you sighed as you looked at the top of the waterfall.

“Do you really want to travel alone in Middle-earth alone? No orcs could kill you but you could kill yourself without intending to,” Legolas said as he came closer to you.

Legolas was always worried about you. Sometimes he looked more like a mother than a friend to you, so you couldn't help but smile warmly until you felt a warm hand take yours.

“She won't be alone,” Kíli said as he pulled a little on your hand. “I'm going with her.”

“You what?” you shouted louder than expected, turning towards him. “It's out of the question that you come with me.”

“That again?” he said, frowning. “If you're a curse to me, I'll find a way to ward off the spell. Now I know you love me too, I won't leave you!”

His eyebrows progressively relaxed and he smiled with his usual cute smile.

You couldn't help but hide your face with your free hand. How could he say such embarrassing words so easily? How could you say no to such puppy-eyes?

All your years of resolution were lost. Completely lost in front of his eyes and his so tempting lips that you were surely he licked specially to convince you. And of course, it worked.

You sighed as you turned to talk to Legolas, but he wasn't here, already left to leave you both alone.

“You can follow me at one condition,” you said as you squeezed his hand in embarrassment. “When we're alone, call me Y/N. Not Tauriel.”

Remaining motionless, Kíli smiled at you. On his tiptoes, he kissed you lightly before speaking.

“Anything you want, amrâlimê. Or should I say Y/N.”

It was the first time someone called you by your old name. Your heart wasn't ready for that, but you replied to him with a smile. Maybe small changes like this will break the curse, right?

I had the idea of a reader taking Tauriel's place for a long time but it was more complicated to finish it than expected. I hope you liked it! :)

#the hobbit fanfic #kili #kili x reader #kili x you #kili x tauriel #angst #fluff

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