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bouncybongfairy · 3 months

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Could you do a live action Zuko x reader, they were betrothed to eachother before his banishment. They frequently had visits and got along really well. First time they met he saw her creating a blue butterfly from her fire bending. The reader can produce blue flames but is a gentle, kind person. Zuko is reading the latest letter she has sent him, praying for his safety and health. How does he feel about them after all this time? Maybe this fuel his fire to complete his quest and get home.

See You Soon

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader

Summary: Both Zuko and can't stop thinking about each other, after reading the most recent letters you sent to each other.

Word Count: 2.0k

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It’s been some time since the last time you’d seen Zuko face to face. Ever since his banishment, so about three years. You’d think those wounds would have healed, a betrothal that was nothing more than a concept faded in time. Anyone who’d know you would say you were well past it, those people obviously weren’t paying close enough attention. Sending each other letters, drawings and pressed flowers. Detailing everything unfolding in his quest to find the Avatar. Her day to day life with school and helping your mom with all the tailoring for the Fire Lord’s family. A very important part in your life considering your family had been tailoring in the palace for generations. Every once in a while you’d send him an embroidered Lion to represent power and leadership, hiding his name tiny within the mane. Although you found comfort in the words of reassurance he gave through ink and paper, it only made you long for something more. Reminiscing on all the precious memories that now feel like they were taken for granted.

The two of you met by chance, your mother worked in the palace. She made all the clothes for the royal family. Often having you assist, holding her pin cushion or any other request she may have. At first not paying each other much attention, one day Azula came in, berating both your mother and self like she did to all other staff. Hearing horror stories from others in the palace made you terrified of her. The last thing you wanted was to get your family banished for looking at her wrong. Zuko noticed this, and nudged your arm; looking over at her and then rolling his eyes. Giving you a reassuring smile, Azula then nudged your shoulder with hers as she walked out.

“That girl may be a princess by blood line but not respect from her people. She rules with fear when it should be grace,” you mother grumbled as you walked into the house.

“That may be true but it must be hard, growing up competing for the throne. Having your entire life mapped out for you even before you’re born. That must be so hard on someone so young, I think I'd break,” pulling your hair out of the tight bun. Your mother smiled, setting the bags on the table. Cupping your face in her hands,

“I love that in a nation so pitiless and jaded that you have kept your soft spirit. You know that, but that girl spoiled down to the soul,” your mother laughs before turning back to her bags.

You laugh and walk into your bedroom to change before heading back outside. The weather was perfect to practice your fire bending. One of the perks of having a mother who worked in the palace was better education for you. Now that you had been learning to bend from a master, you were able to do more than you could ever imagine. At school all you learned was combat or defensive bending. At home, you liked practicing making different shapes. At the beginning it was simple stuff like circles or hearts, with time they were getting more intricate. Being able to make things like flowers, birds and even butterflies. You were in the empty field behind your family's home, working on your bending. You’d finally learned to make the butterfly flap its wings and fly around for a couple moments at a time before dissipating. Taking a deep breath and creating the flames, putting all your focus into manipulating its form. Holding your breath nervously as you watch it fly around you. The blue light glowing off the flame lit Zuko's face up, where he was watching from a couple feet away. You gasped out of surprise and backed away.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to- when Azula nudged you, this fell off your top. I just wanted to return it,” he said, holding out the embroidered patch of a crabapple tree that was pinned to your top.

“Oh, thank you. Wow I'm really surprised you took the time to return it, as someone with so much responsibility; it’s an honor,” you say, giving him a quick bow out of respect.

“I’ve only seen masters create such detailed shapes with blue flame, can I help?” he asks, you nod in agreement as he comes closer. He stands behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Nudging your arms up with his hands telling you to create the flame before continuing,

“Holding your breath limits the amount of time your fire can stay in the air. Like suffocating a candle with its lid. Fire can’t be without oxygen, can you feel my breathing against your back? Match it to yours then try to make the butterfly,” he said.

You were so nervous but took a deep breath in before matching the rise and fall of his chest. Immediately you could feel the difference, like you had more control over the flames. Being able to make the wing movements sharp and clean. Making the flame circle around the two of you, forcing your bodies closer together.

“See, isn't that so much better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I never thought I could have so much control over my bending,” you said, moving to face him.

“I have to get back but i’ll see you around?” he asked, as he took off in a rush which made you chuckle.

After that night, it was like fate just couldn’t keep the two of you apart. He was getting fitted more often for leather armor and things like that. Noticing each other in lessons and sneaking glances. This progressed until eventually Zuko became unbothered with who saw the two of you interacting. One day he slipped a note into your bag, wanting to meet later that night. Your heart skipped a beat of course, and for the rest of the day it was all you could think about. The day seemed so much longer now that you had something to look forward to. Practically skipping home from lessons, even though you still had a couple hours before dark. You were happy to be home daydreaming. Your mom was home, cooking komodo chicken. Giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading off to your bedroom. Originally you were going to wear what you always did but part of you felt like the night was too special for your everyday attire. Normally keeping your hair up in a tight bun, you decide to let it down. It took you a while to convince yourself to leave it down but eventually you did.

Everyone was finally asleep, the house dark and quiet. You sneak out the window of your bedroom. Zuko was waiting for you right outside which made you gasp, not seeing it was him at first. He had a big smile on his face, which was refreshing considering he’s been going through alot lately. On a night with such amazing weather, the main city and markets were busy with life. Zuko and you however prefer the peacefulness of looking over the city from the peak of a hill not too far. Zuko was pointing out different constellations in the sky to you. Or showing him new little tricks you were learning with your bending. He always acted really impressed but you knew he was doing it for your benefit. You loved that about him, that he cared so much about your confidence.

“You know, my father says it’s time to start looking for a girl to betroth,” he says.

“Oh? Any girls you had in mind?” you ask playfully.

“No,” he says back in the same playful tone, which makes you elbow him in his ribs.

“In all seriousness though, how do you feel about that?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“I think I'm waiting for you to ask me properly,” you said chuckling.

Zuko also felt like he took all these moments for granted. He was currently in his room on the ship. Looking around at all the notes and drawings he’d pinned to the walls. They’d just left where he and his crew were docked, following a lead on the Avatar. Reading the most recent letter you’d sent him, it pained him to know you were feeling the same grief he was about feeling apart. He never really talked about it to his uncle or anyone but it was one of the main reasons he was so motivated to complete his quest. He felt like he was missing out on the most important years of his life. Uncle Iroh always talks about how memorable his late youth was, before he had real responsibilities as general. He missed everything about you. Especially how sweet you were, always finding the good in people. Even finding beauty and grace in Azula; his own mother couldn’t find that in her.

Often when Zuko was anxious he would think about you comforting him. He knew he could be hot headed both emotionally and physically. This never phased you, even when he was in full blown flames. Always finding a way to calm you down. Somehow reassuring him without making him feel small or stupid. You always used to tell him that anger is a form of passion. That you loved the passion and resilience he had, and that one day he’d be able to channel it without anger. He found so much comfort in you so being ripped away was hard but reading your letters helped. Made him feel like everything wasn’t as impossible as it may seem. Like once he returns home he’ll know you’ll be there to support him.

He laid back on his bed, your letter on his chest. Worried that you’d grow tired feeling his love through paper and ink. That you’d yearn for love that’s more present in your everyday life. This fear was doubled by the fact that he assumed telling you about this fear would make him come across as insecure. Maybe he was but he didn’t want you to know that. He hated being seen as weak, you were too kind to admit but he knows that exactly what you’d think. Currently thinking about one of the last nights you had together. In Zuko’s old room, laying on the bed together. You were playing with his hair and he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Both of you were pretty tired from training and school. Just melting into each other, enjoying the comfort you gave him. There wasn’t any talking but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. You’d kiss him on his forehead every once in a while, finger combing his hair. Taking in your smell and leaning into your touch. He never felt so vulnerable in a comforting way with someone.

Iroh came into the room, making Zuko jump up. Clutching onto his letter, immediately his uncle sensed something was off. His eyes were dark and puffy, not to mention quite red. The bruise on his face appeared to be swelling and it was obvious that he was beyond his limit. Iroh set down the wooden tray he carried in, handing him a cup.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but mentally you are being strained. Bending and combat is easy for you because you’ve done it your whole life. Emotionally, some of your muscles are weak but I can see your slowly strengthening them. It’s important that you get lots of rest while you-” he went to look over at Zuko and stopped talking once he realized the boy was asleep. Iroh held back a laugh before taking the cup and letter out of his hands. Zuko gripped the paper and woke up but settled down once he realized it was him.

“Rest now, and please truly let yourself rest,” he said, pulling the blanket over him and he laid down. Folding the letter gently and leaving it on the nightstand.

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aclowntiny · 1 year

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Things Ateez Do That Make Your Heart Flutter (Gender Neutral Reader)

I know Wooyoung always claims the title & all but ALL of Ateez are both cute & sexy 😤 hence This™

(I’m so excited for the comeback I mean look at MINGI WITH THE GUN look at Hongjoong hELP)

Hongjoong

♡ Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold out

♡ Runs his fingernails lightly down your back when he has an arm around you

♡ Has a habit of straightening his clothes or running a hand through his hair when you look at him, trying to look his best for you

♡ Takes off one of his rings & slides it onto your finger to compare your hand sizes

♡ Smirks when he pulls you closer into his side or on his lap, completely relishing the feeling of you being his & only his

Seonghwa

♡ Pulls you against his chest whenever you two sit together

♡ Looks at you with the biggest, shiniest doe eyes but also licks his lips before he kisses you whiplash

♡ When looking at flowers, his eyes fall from the gorgeous roses as he tells you you’re his favorite one

♡ Always holds out bites of whatever meal he's enjoying to share with you, glancing at the way your lips pass over it & the changes in your expression with a smile

♡ Whenever you go somewhere that sells &/or displays clothing, he'll point something out & tell you you'd look amazing/beautiful/ravishing in that

Yunho

♡ Extends his hand to you like you’re royalty before every time you guys dance

♡ Rests his forehead against yours after a kiss, never pulling away immediately & sometimes rubbing your noses together with a giddy smile

♡ Never forgets a single special day, even if it’s something like the anniversary of you getting your degree or something that isn’t related to him, & finds a way to celebrate with you

♡ Hugs you like he's not going to see you again almost every time, a hand running up & down your back

♡ Has a hand on your knee when you sit together, occasionally moving it up or down, tapping or drawing patterns absentmindedly on it

Yeosang

♡ Unironically does the stretch & put an arm around you thing but it’s so smooth because he literally doesn’t realize it seems like a bit, it just happens automatically like his arm is magnetized to your shoulders

♡ Sets his hands on top of yours when you aren’t using them, rubbing on your palms & squeezing little tunes into them

♡ Reaches over to gently brush hair out of your face when you're leaning down or wipe your cheek for you if you get something on it

♡ Doesn't realize how far his shirt rides up when he reaches for things on high shelves, then tilts his head & smiles in slight confusion & amusement at the way you stare

♡ Leans into you to whisper into your ear at gatherings- whether it's a joke, an observation, or something sweet or romantic he only wants you to hear, you'll hear it buzzing in your ear as you feel his breath by your neck

San

♡ Holds your face in his hands gently before kissing you, searching your eyes before your lips connect

♡ Runs a hand up & down your arm when you’re sitting together, fingers just ghosting over you

♡ Always makes his plushies kiss you, then goes in for one on the other side, calling you a cute sandwich

♡ Taking your hand & moving you with a little twirl to the inside of the road when it’s raining lest a car splash you

♡ Grabs you up into his arms suddenly when he wants attention, saying he wants to play

Mingi

♡ Will not hesitate to carry you if you get tired/hurt

♡ Takes both of your hands in his & looks into your eyes before he kisses you

♡ Falls on you laughing & turns the motion into an instinctive hug, his arms snaking around your waist or shoulders like they were meant to be there

♡ Gives you a smirk when you catch him staring, but if you do it back or get smiley he’ll blush & finally look away with a grin

♡ His hands practically climb over your lap trying to find yours, fingers blindly dancing over you in their quest to lock with yours warmly & tightly

Wooyoung

♡ Gives you a teasing wink whenever you two make eye contact

♡ Rests his hand on your thigh when you guys sit next to each other

♡ Pulls your hair back for you if it’s long enough, otherwise just runs his hands through it to push it out of your face so he can cup your cheeks

♡ Grabs your hand, pulling you outside to dance in the rain with a grin & telling you he’s always dreamed of doing this just because

♡ Straightens his shirt when you look at him, surreptitiously pulling the neckline down a bit & giving you a knowing smile

Jongho

♡ Says the most simple confidence boosters so casually, like if you say something during your insecurities about him being with someone like you, he just replies “Why, what’s wrong with you?” because he literally doesn’t see any of it

♡ Gives you the occasional surprise piggyback when he gets excited, lifting you up with a mischievous smile

♡ Always rests a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking together

♡ Tells you that no matter what, he always wants to be there to protect you

♡ Pins you against a wall in that classic leaning pose as he kisses you

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff #but also...Ateez are so hot 🫣

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zaimta · 11 months

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Hello! Can i request a fluff gray x reader? Take your time ^^

zai says: some lovely hcs for yew

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despite his cold demeanor, he's actually the sweetest

bonus, if y'all have known each other since you were kids because he would tiptoe around admitting to liking you for the longest cana, would have to beat the sense into him

he would constantly be complimenting you but he would be subtle about it, maybe a quick comment about how you changed your hair, or how nice your outfit looks

he would swear nobody knows but everyone knows, they all see the way he looks at you it's even worse when he's older because everyone knows

he calls you babe, and baby. never calls you baby in front of the guild, he let it slip once during the alverez war, he was trying to talk you out of it because he didn't want you to get hurt and it just slipped out and they never let him live it down

he's always cold to the touch, he constantly wraps his arms around you from behind and puts his hands on your bare stomach to tease you

he's the best to cuddle with on hot summer nights because he's constantly cold y'all won't get sticky and sweaty you can cling to him like a koala and it would be the best because he's so cold

in the winter though? oh he's shit out of luck banished to the other side of the bed and he pouts at you when you don't let him hold you

when you protest he swears he doesn't know what you're talking about when you try to shoo his hands away

he likes to casually throw an arm around your shoulder when the two of you are side by side

he doesn't smoke around you (fun fact he smokes w/ loke in the manga) if you don't like the smell or being around it in general, even if you don't mind him smoking he doesn't do it often because he doesn't wanna smother you with second hand

and speaking of loke, he's one of the few people who can genuinely see how head over heels for you. like beyond the whole having a crush on you thing he teases gray about it from time to time when he visits the human world

you know he loves you when he tells you about ur, and every time he tells you a quick story about her he tells you how much she would love you if y'all met

he loves and hates going on quests with you, he loves them because he knows you're strong and can handle yourself but at the same time he knows he would beat himself up if he ever let anything happen to you

he has no shame when he strips and you're there if you tell him to puts some clothes on he teases you for it and asks if you're enjoying the view

he loves fawning over frosch and if you love him too it's wraps. the two of you love giving him little hugs and cuddles y'all wanna steal him so bad but you know you shouldn't still the urge is still there so rouge better watch his back

absolutely loves kisses on his chest and forehead, he tries to act cool when you hold his face and kiss his forehead but he always ends up leaning into your touch

#gray x reader #gray fullbuster x reader #fairy tail x reader #gray x you #gray x y/n #gray fullbuster x you #gray fullbuster x y/n #fairy tail fluff #fairy tail headcanons #gray fluff #gray fullbuster fluff

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sweetbutpsychobutsweet · 2 months

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At Least We'll Be Together

Chapter 11

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Thorin's greatest enemy is alive and well, and wants to put an end to not only your quest but your lives. It seems you're not the only one who wants his head...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, violence

Author's Note: Finally got this to post! This one is much more plot-heavy, but only as a setup for the next chapter. It's one I've been planning for a very long time so I'm excited to share it with you! hopefully very soon:) I think I've fully updated the taglist below but if there's someone I missed just let me know! ♥

Word count: 1945

“Cut off his head!” the Goblin king declares as they pin Thorin down. One of them raises a jagged blade above his head, but before a scream can escape you, the cavern is suddenly exploding with a burst of light. Your ears ring and your eyes burn as the force of the blast knocks you off your feet. The goblins holding you in place release their clawed grip on your arms as everything goes silent. Then, from the stillness: “Take up arms,” a voice commands. Blinking the stars out of your eyes a tall, gray wizard appears. “Fight,” he commands, “fight!” You and the rest of your kin spring into action, shoving the horde of goblins off of you as you go to reach for your discarded weapons. Bombur reaches the pile first, tossing weapons up overhead. Thorin’s blade soars through the air, returning to his hand just in time to stop the goblin king’s club from coming down on him. The king tumbles off the platform into the darkness below. Catching your own swords in mid-air, you bring them down on the trio of goblins skittering your way. Slashing through flesh effortlessly, your beloved blades help clear the path before you. “Follow me!” Gandalf calls, “quick!” You all take off in a sprint down the rickety bridges and platforms. Swarms of the angry creatures are hot on your heels as they seem to pour in from every direction. Gandalf leads the way through the caverns, slicing down goblins like weeds. Thorin follows close behind him taking them out three at a time as they continue pursuing you. One tries to crawl up the bridge beneath your feet and with a solid kick to the nose, you send it tumbling back down. Another one crawls up from the other side, grabbing your ankles with its claws. Before you can bend over to slice at its hand another one jumps you from behind, wrapping its arms around your neck and sinking its teeth into your shoulders. You cry out from the pain and Thorin looks over his shoulder at you, brow furrowed and steely gaze instantly locking in on the assailant. Pushing through the pain, you slice the goblin at your feet off by its fingers. Before you can remove the other one from your neck, Thorin is pulling him off for you and tossing him over the edge. Another goblin drops down behind Thorin, a jagged knife raised to pierce him in the back. “Get down!” you cry and Thorin does without a second thought as your blade swipes over the space where his head used to be, removing the goblin’s instead. You continue farther down the path, fighting your way to the mountain’s surface with the goblin swarm still close on your tail. Suddenly your path is blocked by the enormous leader himself. “You thought you could escape me?” he scoffs. “What are you going to do now wizard?” he sneers at Gandalf who thrusts his staff into his eye before slashing his sword across the king’s belly. “That’ll do it,” he grunts as the wizard delivers the final blow to his neck. His now lifeless body collapses, the weight toppling the bridge beneath you as it starts tumbling down, bringing all of you with it until you land on solid ground with a thud. “Well, that could have been worse,” Bofur supplies before he’s promptly crushed by the goblin king's corpse following your descent down.

You all groan and grumble, pushing off the debris of the collapsed bridge as you scramble to your feet. Looking up in horror you see even more goblins than before, headed right for you like a tidal wave. Far too many for the company to fight off. “Only one thing will save us, daylight!” Gandalf cries, pulling the rest of you out of the bridge’s remnants as he leads you toward the beam of light streaming through an opening to the surface. The underground caverns give way to the slopped mountainside, illuminated by the vibrant orange of the sun setting overhead as you all scramble down the steep slope. Only stopping to catch your breath when Gandalf finishes his head count. “Where’s Bilbo?” he asks. “Where is our hobbit?” None of you can recall seeing him since you first fell down into goblin town. You can’t remember if you’d seen him since your previous conversation that evening. You had been too focused on staying alive to notice his absence. “What happened exactly?” Gandalf demands, “Tell me!” “I’ll tell you what happened,” Thorin grumbles, “Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it. He has thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door. We will not be seeing our hobbit again. He is long gone.” The other dwarves look at each other in silence. “Can’t say that I blame him,” you grumble to yourself, wiping the goblin blood off your weapons with your pant leg. “No, he isn’t,” the hobbit reappears from behind the trees. “Bilbo Baggins,” Gandalf laughs, “I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life.” “Bilbo,” Kili sighs in relief, “we’d given you up.” “How on earth did you get past the goblins?” Fili asks “Well what does it matter, he’s back,” Gandalf interjects sensing the hobbit’s reluctance. “It matters,” Thorin insists, never one to let something go, “I want to know. Why did you come back?” “Look,” Bilbo scoffs, “I know you doubt me. I know you always have. And you’re right, I often think of Bag-End.” He shrugs. “I miss my books, and my armchair, and my garden. See that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s why I came back. Because…” He looks at all of you in turn, scanning your faces. “You don’t have one,” he says sadly, “a home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.” Everyone, including yourself is at a loss for words. Thorin looks like he’s about to say something, but before he can a howl pierces the silence. The orc pack has found you again. “Out of the frying pan,” Thorin whispers. “And into the fire,” Gandalf finishes, “run, run!” You all take off in a sprint as darkness comes over the mountainside, the wargs scampering down after you. They corner you on the side of a cliff, there’s nowhere else to go. “Up into the trees!” Gandalf says, “Climb!” You scamper up a tree as the rest of the wargs catch up to you, the orcs riding astride them with hunger in their eyes. One in particular breaks through the pack on his white warg with a knowing grin on his face. You’ve only seen him once before, but still, you’d know him anywhere. “Azog,” Thorin whispers in disbelief as the orc sniffs the air with a taunting smile.

Fear the pale orc rasps in black speech. I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin, son of Thrain Thorin’s knuckles turn white on the tree branch he clutches. “It cannot be.” You bite the inside of your cheek at the dark look on his face. He’s going to do something stupid, you just know it. Kill the others Azog commands as the rest of the wargs are unleashed, growling and clambering up the trees to nip at your heels. Branches snap and trunks shake, pulling free of their roots as they start to topple over like dominoes. You all leap from branch to collapsing branch, until your entire company is stranded on a lone pine at the very edge of the cliff side. There is only one defense left: magic. Lighting a large pinecone aflame above you, Gandalf starts to drop them down to you all in turn, one after the other you all start to hurl them toward the orc pack, setting the entire cliffside aflame. It seems to work at first until the tree beneath you starts to groan from the weight of your entire company. It topples over even further, dangling you all over the cliff’s edge. The roots crack and groan, and you’re so focused on not losing your grip on the branch that you don’t notice Thorin rising to his feet and drawing his sword. Not until he starts to stalk right towards the pale orc. “Thorin!” you cry as he runs straight through the flames, oaken branch held high overhead. With a ferocious cry, he charges at Azog. The white warg leaps over him, dodging the attack and knocking Thorin off his feet. Thorin stumbles, disoriented, as the warg captures him in his jaws with a crunch. You hear the others calling out his name but it all fades to white noise in the background, all you can hear are his anguished cries. You don’t know where you find the strength, but you manage to pull yourself all the way atop the tree branch you’re dangling from. It cracks beneath you in protest as you climb to your feet but by the time it starts to snap free beneath you, you’re already leaping to the next one, sprinting along the collapsed trunk with both blades held high, straight towards the white warg. Thorin struggles in his grasp as he tries to hit the beast’s snout with his sword but all it does is anger him. You jab your blade right under its jaw and it releases Thorin with a howl, tossing him aside like a rag doll. The warg swipes its large paw at you in retaliation. You narrowly miss its claws but still aren’t fast enough to avoid the blow to your head as it knocks you over too. Your head smacks against the dirt beneath you as you fall over, dizzy and disoriented. You can hear Thorin’s groans of pain close by and you blindly reach a hand out for him, your fingers clutching onto his arm.

Bring me their heads Azog commands one of the other orcs who stalks over to you with heavy steps. Using your remaining strength, you pull yourself atop Thorin’s chest, shielding his body with your own. If the orc is going to take your heads, he’s going to have to start with yours. Your eyelids feel so heavy as you rest your forehead against Thorin’s. The tickle of his breath against your face assures you he’s still alive. The orc grabs a fistful of your hair and you let out a pained cry as he yanks your head up, bringing the curve of his blade against your throat. Thorin’s eyes flutter open in alarm as the orc starts to lift your weight off of him, and in a panic, he tries to reach for the discarded sword by his side. The orc tightens his grip on your hair and raises his blade high overhead, ready to remove your head from your shoulders. But before he can bring the blade down, Bilbo of all people is tackling the orc to the ground. His grasp on your hair is loosened and you collapse back against Thorin. He sighs beneath you in relief and his eyelids flutter closed. “Thorin,” you croak against his chest. He brings a shaky hand to the back of your head. Gently cradling you against his chest as he loses consciousness beneath you. The cries of your kin ring out from behind you as they all charge into battle. Everything starts to go black as your eyelids flutter closed, the sounds of battle and the screech of birds overhead echoing around you. We’ll be alright now, you think to yourself. And if we’re not, at least we’ll be together.

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huhsyg · 10 months

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NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM!READER

stars. | a love story that began and ended with stars. childhood lovers to high school lovers.

"(y/n). can we ... do this?" the white-haired child, seemingly at the age of twelve, swiftly took hold of your hand and interlocked his fingers with you, grasping it as if it was a promise to never let go. the rosy tone of pink adorned his pale cheeks along with a pursued lip, giving it a cute look一 to which you adored upon seeing them.

you chuckled heartedly, allowing nagi to hear your soothing voice that felt like a lost tale to him. tiny stars decorated the night sky that resided behind you一 almost like a breathtaking cutscene that appeared in every quest he played.

nagi’s lips corners tugged upwards, displaying a smile that even he couldn’t understand how it happened一 it was all your work, managing to get him to adore your every action without an effort.

you were the one in a million for him.

“nagi,” despite it being his boring name that you called out, your tone made it heard as if it was special. “do you think the stars gaze back at us?” you pointed to the stars above the two of you, hand still holding his warm one.

“of course,” he affirmed. “if they didn’t, then they wouldn’t be there.”

you were so young, and so was he. yet, you two found love in each other’s hearts, making them beat way faster with slight affection. even though the concept of love was still confusing for both of you, you found it easy to love over time.

nagi seishiro loved you from the deepest part of his heart.

“hey, look.” a pair of smoke-colored orbs traveled to the night sky once more, now taking in the sight of a shooting star. “make a wish, nagi!”

he scoffed, “what is there to wish?” he already had you, what more could he ask the gods to gift him? how troublesome.

Your smile didn’t falter a bit, instead, softened at the comment.

your (h/c) strands swayed with the wind, along with a sheer cold embracing your figures. you trembled slightly, letting out a shaky breath. the warmness of his hand didn’t help you. you squeezed his hand, staring at nothing but the star that left a shining trail.

nagi couldn’t bear you getting cold, always insisting that you should stay close to him. his arms wrapped themselves around you, head resting on top of your shoulder. he noticed how much you yearned for his comfort at the moment, wishing for nothing but a longing hug.

nagi seishiro wished to be with you in every lifetime.

"nagi, you came.” you exclaimed, eyes shining upon seeing the white-haired male. he brought his headphones down, focusing on you now. a smile emitted his strawberry-tinted lips, arms open for you to hug him tightly. you waited no time to wrap yourself around him as he petted your (h/c) hair.

“i’m here.” he assured. the fresh fragrance of his met your sense of smell, immediately addicting you to it.

“i made a paper crane, see.” your hand reached out to your coat’s pocket, pulling out a white origami that was neatly folded. nagi’s heart melted at your excited voice, his eyes softening a bit. “it looks like you.” you put the paper crane in front of him, carefully displaying it as if it was a piece of art made by the most important artist.

for nagi, you were an artist. an important one.

he chuckled, "it does look like me, you're so skilled at this, (y/n).” the white-haired male watched as you blabbered about your experience, commenting on it from there to there. honestly, he could listen to you all day if it weren’t for the small things breaking his conversation with you.

he loved it when you brought small gifts such as chocolates or a handmade accessory一 or anything in general, he just loves whatever you bring him. nagi peered at your (h/c) eyes, finding tiny stars illuminating every time you spoke.

nagi seishiro loved you, but didn’t know if you felt the same.

the paper crane you gifted nagi just now resided inside his large pocket, not a single wrinkle on it. he’d rather die than harm something you’ve given him. the appealing landscape of dawn was present in front of you two, colored in bright colors such as orange, yellow, blue, and purple. the sun clearly blinded your eyes, but you paid no mind to it.

seeing the dawn of after-school was like a miracle in hakuho high school, considering how late the students went home. since it was rare to catch the dawn, the hakuho students created a rumor一 that whoever watched the dawn with someone, they’d belong to them for an eternity.

if that were true, then why is nagi seishiro standing in front of your grave, denying your death?

nagi pressed the icon of the voicemail, clearing his throat as he blinked.

“good night, (y/n). i know we haven’t talked for the past, what一 two days?” he paused, was it two days? or two months? “i miss you, a lot. it’s so hard to continue on without you, y’know. i got invited to blue lock, reo said that we could do some tricks from here to there. it was so troublesome, at least without you … i know i’ve been saying this for the last three voicemails but一 uh, but, i love you. i hope you love me back too, because if you don’t一 if you don’t … i’ll be very sad … yeah, sorry.”

he inhaled, cold air entering his lungs and freezing him. it was a bad idea to head off to the park where it all started一 where he met you, his crush.

smoke-colored hues traveled to the stars above, watching them as they shined brighter than usual一 was it because they gained another star? if so, then nagi wants his star back. he was selfish, wanting more than he could have. but, it was what made him human, right?

his thumb wandered around the icon once again, tears threatening to spill. he glanced at the white paper crane in his hand, a lump formed in his throat, forbidding him from forming the most basic word. the voices inside his head told him to not do it, how it’d just bring more pain to him and hurt your feelings even more. he didn’t care as of now.

“(y/n) … why一 why did you leave me? didn’t you tell me to make a wish? did the stars lie to us? ... i miss you, more than you could ever believe.” a pause, inhaling a shaky breath. “can we一 can we watch the dawn once more? before you leave …? i promise, i’ll keep my promise一 i’m not like those selfish stars. i’ll meet you there, really …”

His thumb pressed the icon for the last time. “(y/n), please don’t leave me.”

and from now on, nagi seishiro had no trust left for the stars.

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thegoblinboy · 5 months

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So you guys remember this post that I posted the other day? The one where Eddie makes a deal with Steve to read a book for him? Well I kind of have been working on more for that. (Slowly but surely) and I kind of want to post and get an opinion on this scene I wrote for it, I still have to edit it but for the general idea I was just curious to see if I should I keep it in the oneshot

Eddie had told himself that he wasn't going to pay attention to Steve Harrington after their agreement in the library. But he was never good at holding himself to his own word. Ten minutes after he had left Steve by himself in that aisle, he found himself wandering the school hallways. Specifically near the nurses lounge, where he spends possibly five minutes standing outside of in hopes of hearing Steve inside.

When he realizes he wasn't going to actually know if the king was in there without actually walking in there himself he becomes slightly agitated.

An idea pops into his head when he hears the bell ring, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of the next. He scurries to the side of the hallway, where he can catch every face that passes him. Crossing his arms as he leans back a bit, glancing over faces before finding exactly the one he needs.

He nearly tackles Gareth when he sees the familiar flannel vest. Quickly shoving him in the direction of the nurses office, with some struggle. Enough struggle that the book in his hand was nearly smacked away towards the wall to their right.

"What the hell dude!" Gareth's voice squeaks a bit.

Eddie may have accidentally chosen the wrong trooper for this job. With how much he was concentrated on this singular quest he had forgotten Gareth was one to piss off fairly easy. His nose was already scrunching up and he was already starting to smack Eddie's chest as his face began to match the color of his flannel.

"Eddie what the fuck!" Gareth finally gains some control as he quickly turns around and shoves Eddie backwards and into a couple of passing bystanders.

Awkwardly smiling, Eddie wiggles his fingers apologetically towards the group of kids before he's quickly walking back up to Gareth. Realizing he was going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why he had to go into the nurses office and check to see if Steve Harrington was inside.

Making a whoopsie face Eddie quickly leans forward and plops his hands down on the other's shoulders. "Sorry Gare bear didn't mean to startle you but I need your assistance my kind sir." He tilts his head and bit and hopes that his smile could possibly soften the other's anger. Just enough to receive his help.

Gareth grumbles a bit as he angrily lifts his hands up and squeezes his fists dramatically. As if he was reenacting choking Eddie out. As he angrily growls a bit he then smacks the others hands off from him as he glances down at his watch. Making even angrier noises when the bell goes off again, telling both him and Eddie they were late to their next class.

"This better be fucking good Munson." He growls out a bit before crossing his arms around his chest.

Eddie laughs a bit awkwardly, "Well you see- I kind of need you to walk into the nurses room for me and check to see if Steve Harrington is in there." He puts on his best smile again, but this time it wasn't working nearly as well as before.

Gareth's eyes were starting to do that squinty thing, along with his fists digging into his sides. Eddie's pretty sure that the boys left eye twitches a little.

"Did you seriously just nearly tackle me in the fucking hall way just to get me to check and see if his highness was in the nurses office?" Gareth's voice carry's no tone as he talks, which was not a good sign for Eddie.

"Language young Jedi, do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Eddie!"

"Fine, I may or may not have done that. But it's important, I'll let you do whatever you want with the next character you build." He promises as he brings his hands up. "Scouts honor."

Gareth takes a moment to think before he's grumbling and turning to enter into the nurses office. The bell on the door dings lightly behind him as Eddie carefully starts to pace back and forth down the hallway. Chewing on his nails a bit as he keeps an eye on the door.

Five minutes pass before the door opens again with Gareth holding a hall pass. His face was not as red anymore, and he now had a lolly pop in his mouth.

"So?" Eddie asks impatiently.

"No sign of him," Gareth answers before he adds, "now can I go back to class? Or do you want me to go in there and find out how big his feet are from his file next?" He sasses.

"Oh shut up, and get to class you little asswipe." Eddie grumbles a bit. Mood slightly soured as he realizes the Steve didn't listen to him.

A soft "bitch" is sent his way before Gareth is leaving him by the nurses door.

Eddie swings back to the library, just to make sure that he didn't miss Steve in there. When he realizes there was no use in searching he plops himself down at one of the tables that sat in front of the check out area.

Sulking just a little as he checks the time, seeing he barely had twenty minutes of class left. Deciding that there was no point in going he ends up opening the book from earlier and slowly begins to read the first page.

Yeah sorry to be that guy I just need an opinion and I don’t have any beta readers rn. Also I need help deciding a name for this oneshot oh my god

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Chapter 4

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 3980

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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"Is it—um fuck, is it bad?" Itadori stands behind the bathroom door.

"What?! You idiot!" Nobara yells from inside, scrambling noises could be heard, "Of course it's bad." She lets out a string of curses towards Itadori.

"Are you gonna pass out?" He looks around frantically, "What do you want me to do?!"

"Go find me a damn tampon, stupid!"

Itadori looks frightened when he accidentally bumps into you, you were just going to see what the ruckus was about.

"Oh— Itadori, is everything okay?" You ask, grounding him as you put a hand on his arm.

"No! Nobara's gonna kill me." He says and runs a hand through his hair.

"What?" You say confusingly, your heart drops at the thought of Gojo's students possibly turning into a zombie. "Did she get bit?"

"What?— no, she's on her period and if I don't find her a tampon quick she's gonna kill me for sure." He clears up and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room.

"I might have one," you say and grab your backpack from the room, you push aside some clothes and don't have any luck. "There's no way I don't have a tampon or pad." You think to yourself. "Itadori, look through that bag." You point to one on the floor.

He picks it up and starts to go through each pocket, "Is this it?" He holds up a tampon.

"Yes," you laugh, "I think that's my last one though." He quickly hurried to Nobara. You guys were quickly running out of food, water wasn't too big of an issue because it had been raining almost every night.

"What's that about?" Gojo says as he walks into the room after bumping into Itadori.

"Nobara needed a tampon." You quickly explain, "Speaking of, we need a couple of things."

He sighs, "I know. Today would probably be a good day to do it." Gojo went back to the first-years to tell them that you'd all be going to get supplies today.

You hadn't been to this part of the city, you were way across and didn't have time to really get out and explore. You were putting in a jacket and zipping it up to keep you warm, adding your bow over your shoulder and some arrows across your back.

"Where'd you learn to shoot?" Megumi walks in to put his boots on.

"I went to a fair and learned to shoot a few arrows for fun," you start, smiling at the memory of having a summer fair, "but I didn't pick it back up until this happened."

He nods, "You're good at it. I would've thought that you'd been doing this for a while."

You thank him, "It was either this or nothing, guns were the first things to go."

"Yeah, we had some at first, but then we got raided by Geto and his gang." He says, tying his shoelace.

"I'm not familiar with that name." You sheepishly smile, "did he work at the school?"

He shook his head, "No, he was student here with Gojo, but things happened and he got expelled. Now he just terrorizes us when he can."

"He sounds like an asshole." You scrunch your face, "I appreciate you telling me, Megumi." He gives you a small smile and leaves the room, you follow behind him to meet the others.

Gojo carried a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, as you all walked outside you wondered what weapons the first-years carried. You made them drop them at your place, but you didn't pay much attention to them.

The gravel crunched underneath your shoes, you cautiously looked around you. It was still cold as ever, and the nights spent in the dorms were cold as well. You're surprised none of you had gotten a sore throat or sick.

"Turn left." Gojo tells the first-years.

When you saved Gojo and his group, he was the only one not engaging in the fight, you remember him saying he wasn't armed that day which confused you.

"What's going on in that head of yours, huh?" Gojo nudges your shoulder.

"That day when I saved you," you begin and he nods for you to keep going, "you said you weren't armed..why is that?"

He chuckles, "Well—since I'm the strongest and already know how to protect myself, I was giving a lesson on combat for them," he eyes his students, "And so I told them they needed to protect me."

"You trusted them?"

"Well yeah, I'm alive, right?" He brings his attention back to you.

"I was the one who kept you alive." You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, eyeing around you all, making sure everything was clear.

You two were lagging behind the group a little, Gojo placed his hand near your lower back, "Let's keep up, yeah?" You think you've been deprived of touch because his little gesture should not be giving you full body chills.

You quickly ignore your thoughts and the two of you get closer to the group. "There's a cvs pharmacy there," you point and Gojo looks. "Is it alright if I go? I'll catch up with you guys."

He chews the inside of his lip, he's not sure about splitting up. "Take Nobara with you. We'll be there." He points to a store two buildings away.

"Thank god. I can't even handle those two idiots when I'm not on my period. That was insufferable." She says and joins you.

You laugh, "I'm usually the same way." You two walk into the pharmacy and shards of class were crunching underneath you.

You motion for Nobara to stop and listen. It was dead silent, but you still had an arrow ready just in case. After a minute you two roamed inside walking down the aisles and looking for anything.

"Thank you for giving me your last tampon earlier." Nobara whispers. "I forgot that I'd be starting soon and it's kinda awkward to tell Gojo cause he makes a big deal out of everything."

"You're welcome." You laugh.

"Like last time I got my period he acted like I was dying and forced me to stay in bed, which only made me angrier." She furrows her brows.

"I know the feeling. Boys are a little dumb when it comes to anything to do with girls." You sigh, picking up some bandages and wraps on the shelf, putting them in your bag.

"Did you have a boyfriend before all of this?" She asks, zipping up your bag for you.

You eye her, "Why do you ask?"

She shrugs, "You're pretty, smart, and your personality has been the only one not to bother me. I figured some man would've swept you off your feet."

You chuckle, "I didn't have much time to be in a serious relationship," it was partially true, you also had high standards. "What about you, Itadori seems like a nice boy."

She gives you a disgusted look, "Have you seen how he eats? It's like he doesn't even breathe, just inhales the whole thing."

"I'll take that as a no," you laugh, "and megumi?"

"The first time I met him he only gave me his name, made it seem like he was too cool for anyone." She rolls her eyes. "Oh— do you think there's any left?" The feminine care aisle came into view.

"There better." You hold your breath and let it out immediately in disappointment. You bent down to look underneath the aisle and found one box of tampons. "We're gonna need a lot more than this."

"You're a doctor, don't you know any alternatives?" She sighs.

"I can only think of diapers." You say, "at least we got one."

"Let's check the back." She says and you follow, the door was surprisingly still intact, you listen carefully and it's still silent. She rummaged through some boxes and almost chokes on her saliva, "No way."

"What is it?" You drop an empty box and face her, "is that..ramen?"

"Yes." She almost tears up, "I've been craving this so badly." You put a hand on her shoulder and she sniffles, "damn hormones." She mutters.

You continue looking and find a few more scattered tampons, but other than that there was nothing else worth of value.

"I'm so glad we don't have to eat shitty soup from a can for a little." She says as you exit the store and the sky hurts your eyes from being in a dark room.

"So am I—" you stop and look to your left, a zombie was eating some dead animal. It hadn't noticed you, but you shush Nobara and force her to walk to the store the boys are in.

You walk back to back with her, she faces the front and you face the zombie, you had an arrow ready to shoot.

"We're here." She whispers in your ear and you both enter the store.

"Any luck?" Gojo's deep voice echoes and you cringe at the volume, "What?"

"There's one near the cvs we were in, it didn't notice us though." You say quieter and he nods.

"Ramen!" He whispers and his eyes light up.

"We got some tampons and bandages, but that was it." Nobara says and walks to the boys.

"We found a box of tampons too, and some medicine, but we don't really know what it's for." He motions for you to follow. He hands you a bottle and you choke, breaking into a coughing fit.

"That's for erectile dysfunction." You say.

He takes the bottle back, "I don't need those." And puts it where he found it. "Let me know if any of these are useful." He leaves you as he goes into the back to search for more stuff.

You take a few of the antibiotics in case of illnesses, but most of them were hair loss or cosmetic enhancements.

"Let's go a little further." Gojo says, "there's more stores we haven't hit."

This was the furthest you have ventured out ever, the buildings became less and less so you figured you were on the outside of the city. You eyed this building, you're wondering if this is the one Gojo was talking about that looked like military. You tug on his shirt and point.

"This is the farthest we've traveled," He says, "it also looks like military."

"We should check it out." Itadori suggests.

"At least the fence, see if it's on." Nobara joins.

"It wouldn't hurt." Gojo says as he walks up to the fence, he listens for a humming sound, but there was nothing. "Megumi, see if there's any lights on down there."

You step up to the fence with a stick in hand and lightly throw it on the fence. Nothing happens, "I don't think it's on." You turn to face Gojo.

"I don't see any lights." Megumi runs back, "The gate is over there." He points to the direction he came.

You all follow and come up to the gate, you're distracted as Gojo continues to inspect the fence, your eye catches a group of zombies coming towards you.

Nobara turns and sees what you're looking at, but she too spots another group of zombies coming from the other side. They're coming from all directions, you guys must've attracted their attention talking loudly about the fence.

"Find a way to get it opened." You say and draw your bow, hitting a zombie on the left in the head, Nobara pulls out a few throwing knives and begins to slow them down.

Gojo turns his head and sees the zombies, he knows you and Nobara are the only ones with long range weapons, so he continues to work on the fence with Itadori and Megumi.

"Are you running out of knives?" You say to Nobara.

"Yes." She clenches her teeth, "but I can use this, don't shoot me." She says and draws an axe.

"Hurry up, Gojo!" You say, slowing down the zombies from the left, Nobara seems to be doing well on her own on the right, but she begins to become circled by them. You worry about hitting her, she's too close to the zombies.

"You two keep working!" Itadori yells and he goes to help Nobara, he's wearing brass knuckles and fistfights the zombies off of Nobara, he's very effective and can take them down in basically one hit. He also draws a small knife and cuts them.

"Ready? Go!" Gojo says as he and Megumi use all their strength to move the gate open.

"It's too heavy!" Megumi yells, beginning to freak out.

"Stay calm," Gojo grounds him, "None of us will die, get ready to push again." It doesn't budge, not even after the third time. Gojo thinks quickly, "Let's jump it."

"You're crazy, there's barbed wire up there." He says.

"Just don't touch it with your hands, we have enough layers on to keep us safe." Gojo says, "I'll get you and the others up and I'll follow, okay?"

Megumi nods, stepping on Gojo's hands to lift himself up on the fence, he carefully avoids the barbed wire and makes it to the other side of the fence.

"We're jumping it, hurry!" Gojo yells at the rest of you.

"Go, I'll hold them off." You say to Nobara and Itadori, they reluctantly go and get a boost from Gojo then finishing by climbing. You're almost out of arrows, the zombies seem to be multiplying by the second.

"Y/n!" Gojo yells, you shoot one last arrow and run towards him, he boosts you up and follows right behind you, you're careful to avoid touching the barbed wire, but as you go to kick your leg over, you slip and your other leg catches the wire.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, you let out a shuddered breath, you finally make it to the other side and the zombies are banging and doing whatever they can to try and get in.

You hold your left leg while you're on the ground, Gojo notices that you're in pain and helps you up, you use him to steady yourself as you all get closer to the building.

The first-years ran ahead to find the opening to the building, "It's okay." He says to you, "We're almost there." You groan in pain, it's hard to see the damage done when your eyes are filled with tears, threatening to spill, you try your best to blink them away, but the stinging hurts so badly.

"Fuck where'd they go." Gojo says peeling his attention from you to his students, who disappeared. You manage to wipe away your tears and see Itadori's pink hair.

"There." You point, Gojo turns his head quickly to see Itadori waving for him. "We can go a little faster." You say, "I can handle it." He reluctantly picks up the pace, the pain worsens, but your adrenaline is so high that you're able to ignore it.

Megumi shuts the heavy door after you enter, locking it and catching his breath. His palms rest on his thighs as he's doubled over.

Gojo lessens his grip on you and you sit on the floor, tearing open your jeans where the wound is. "Itadori, the med supplies is in your bag." You say.

He fumbles as he sees the amount of blood on your clothes, Gojo takes the bag from him and takes a seat next to you. You open the bag and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol, Gojo's holding a small towel, ready to help.

"I'll tell you when to apply pressure after I pour this." You say as he nods, sweat falling from his forehead. You take a deep breath and take the cap off with your teeth, using your other hand to hold onto your thigh.

The second the liquid falls and touches your skin, you let out a strangled cry. Gojo flinches, watching your face. The multiple wounds begin to foam up, after a couple more seconds you tell Gojo to pat it down.

You bite on your hand as he increases the pressure with every pat, "That's good." You say and he removes the towel, you pour the rubbing alcohol again, it foams up less this time but the pain is the same. Gojo helps you clean the blood off of you and waits for your next instruction.

"Do you need stitches?" He asks.

You examine the wounds, only three of the cuts would need a couple of stitches, "Pass me the bag." You say and Gojo hands it to you, you grab the tools necessary and begin to stitch the first wound.

"I can't watch." Nobara says and turns away. Itadori has his hands on his head, pacing back and forth.

You try your best to not think about the pain, breathing steadily helped a little. You tied off the last stitch and rubbed some ointment on the other cuts that weren't as deep.

Gojo hands you some bandage and wraps, you carefully wrap yourself up and make sure it's secure. The pain is still there, but at least it won't get any worse.

Gojo grabs some ibuprofen and hands it to you, along with some water, you take two and swallow. Your breathing finally calms. "Thank you." You weakly smile at the white-haired man.

"You're welcome." He says, "Let's get you up." You finally look around you and see that you're all in a storage unit.

"There's a ton of food here." Megumi reports, his features soften once he sees you're all bandaged up.

"Where the hell did you go?" Nobara grabs Megumi's attention, "You just left."

"I went to make sure no zombies or other people were in here." Megumi furrows his eyebrows. "I found another door, though."

Gojo insists on helping you walk, he doesn't want the stitches to reopen, you know he's right, but it feels wrong to be a burden to him.

"We could potentially stay here. There's hella food and nobody else." Itadori says.

"Let's grab some of this just in case." Nobara says and starts to stuff her bag with food.

"I told you I heard something." An unfamiliar voice says, you all freeze in your tracks. "The gate wasn't broken so I don't think there's any zombies, Inumaki."

The four of them all turn their heads quickly, you're sure you heard a few pops as they looked. You're face to face with a panda and another boy.

"What're you— Gojo?" The panda says, the group of them all reunite and hug.

"Who's she?" The other boy signs, you knew a little bit of sign language so you understood.

"This is Y/n, she's a doctor and helped us a couple days ago." Gojo smiles as he signs and talks out loud at the same time.

The two nod and introduce themselves as Panda and Inumaki. You're unsure how he's an actual Panda, but nobody thought an apocalypse would happen.

"Is it just you two?" Megumi says.

"No, we have Nanami, Maki, and Shoko." Panda says and motions for you all to follow. "Is she hurt?" He refers to you.

Gojo stands by your side and is assisting you, "We got trampled by zombies outside the fence, so we had to climb over and she got caught on the barbed wire." He explains.

"Wait, you climbed?" Panda says surprised.

"Yeah.. the fence wasn't on." Itadori chuckles.

"It's supposed to be on." Inumaki signs and glares at Panda, the two argue as you all walk further into the place.

Gojo checks up on you every couple of minutes, you assure him the painkillers are kicking in and it doesn't hurt as much, but he's still worried.

"No way." A tall blonde man says. "I can't even get away from you in an apocalypse." He scoffs, but then brings Gojo in for a short hug. "How'd you get in?"

Gojo explained everything and introduced you to the rest of the group, Maki seemed a little suspicious since you're already injured, but Gojo assured that you'd be an asset.

"You run into Geto and his gang yet?" Nanami says and takes a seat back on one of the long tables.

"He's raided us twice back at the school, luckily both times we were gone." Megumi explains, "What had you all been up to?"

"We've been traveling to different radio towers, I'm sorry we hadn't came to look for you guys. We should've gone to the school." Nanami says, his deep voice echoes in the room.

"Don't sweat it," Gojo waves his hand, "How far do you travel?"

"Sometimes for weeks, walking is no joke now." Nanami sighs, "There's army vehicles here, but I've been hesitant to use them because of the attention it brings."

"I say fuck it and we just use them. We can protect ourselves." Maki says, "there's hella guns and ammunition."

"You guys have guns?" You say, "Why haven't you used them?"

"We do when we go to radio towers, but it's risky, gangs are getting tough so we try to stay here for safety." Nanami shortly explains.

You nod, the rest of the group catches up and some plans are made for the next couple of days. You excuse yourself to clean your wounds and change your bandages.

Panda kindly shows you where the restroom is, it reminds you of a dormitory, the showers are all in the same place, separated by walls and shower curtains but you can still see everything.

The restrooms are separate, thankfully. You limp and set down your necessities. You sit on the toilet seat and begin to unravel the wrap and bandages, you're a little startled when Gojo appears in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "I'm here to help." He smiles, "how're you feeling?"

"It's alright, still hurts, but it's not infected." You hand him a new towel and he prepares for you to spill the liquid over your wounds.

You grip the counter as the stinging intensifies, Gojo blows some air on the wound, it helped, but not much. "Now." You say and he lightly applies pressure, you go for another round on the rubbing alcohol, you lightly sniff, tearing up a little from the sting.

Gojo places the towel on your thigh again, you never realized how large his hands were, you already know they're freezing.

"Can.. you teach me how to wrap?" He asks, "in case I have to for the students or something."

"Sure." You grab the bandages first and show him where to place it. You explain the cleaning processes and everything.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He stops before grabbing hold of your thigh, you nod and he continues, you flinch a little and he retracts his hand quickly, "I'm sorry—"

"No no, it doesn't hurt." You assure, "Your hands are just freezing." He chuckles, his fluffy hair falling over his forehead, it's quite long, you wonder how it looked before the apocalypse.

He carefully wraps your thigh, he asks about 50 times if it's too tight, but it's just right. "I could so be a doctor." He cockily says.

"Yeah?" You challenge and slowly stand, you're taken back from his height and size.

He eyes you, "Yeah," giving you a wide smile, "I'm good, right? I patched you up."

"Actually, you could've worn some gloves. And maybe wash your hands—oh and—”

He brings his palm to your mouth, covering it easily. His eyes were now aligned with yours, before he could respond, there was a knock at the door.

"Um, dinners ready." Itadori says. You both awkwardly smile and he assists you in walking back. Your heart was beating quick, you're not used to proximity anymore. That's why you're feeling like this, you just have to get used to his presence.

#gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu nobara #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu geto #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu inumaki #jjk satoru #jjk #jjk x you

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American Aviators headcanons in no particular order because @bugsarecool has given me the brainrot over them (pos)

Lt.Bites loves sniper. He is one of the few people that he will not bite on sight/contact. This is partially because of his general chill Vibe™️, but mostly because he gives the critter bits of jerky or granola, depends on what’s on hand. Soldier knew he was The One the first time Lt.Bites crawled into snipers arms and DIDNT start mailing him. I mean he knew before but that was a solidifying moment.

Soldier once planned an entire date based off of what he knew sniper liked. Unfortunately he knew sniper liked alone time so he more or less brought sniper to a room with a table set for one, sat him down, and left. A minute or so later he called Sniper who, looking out the window, saw Solly at a near identical table in the next building over. Sniper tried to get him to come back over but Soldier was just over the phone like ‘tell me about your day 🥰🥰🥰’

soldier snores like someone’s sawing a log. At first it frustrated sniper, and kept him up a decent portion of the night, but by now it’s like his white noise and he has a terrible time trying to go to sleep without it.

speaking of sleeping: neither of them are really a big/little spoon unless they feel particularly affectionate (or in need of holding/ being held). They just sort of fall into bed wherever and move around in their sleep until they’re lying on top of each other. It looks uncomfortable but they’re always well rested so

the first time sniper realized he liked soldier more than a friend was when he was able to laugh in front of him, unhindered and without inhibition. He kinda realized he doesn’t need to be on the defensive around Soldier. The man’s loyal to a fault, and would never try to intentionally, sincerely hurt him. Maybe a little rough-housing, a little teasing, but that’s always from affection.

Sniper tried to joke about drop bears once and it backfired. Now Soldier is on a quest to impress and woo his Aussie love by presenting to him the head of the meanest drop bear on the continent.

Neither of them are exactly experienced when it comes to relationships, not long term ones at least, so they’re both kinda feeling around blindly for how things should go. They TRY the usual couples stuff, but it usually goes something like

“hey do you want to go to a movie?”

”nah, can’t stand being in a dark room with loads of people.”

”thank god I hate doing nothing for that long. Do you want to see if you can shoot down a target on my rocket before it explodes instead?”

”I fucking love you”

Soldier finds snipers little hair swoop at the nape of his neck very cute and plays with it every chance he gets. Likewise, sniper loves it when Soldier grows his beard out a lil bit and will occasionally hide his razor in the morning so he has a nice little fuzz going by the end of the day

They’re kinda pacifying to each other. If Soldier is too worked up, sniper can just sorta put a hand on his shoulder and he’ll take it down a notch. If snipers particularly agitated soldier can hold his hand and he’ll begrudgingly lighten up.

#american aviators #tf2 headcanons #headcanon #hehehe #ship stuff is fun turns out #sniper tf2 #soldier tf2 #snipersoldier

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heliconcarpet · 2 years

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Any Port in a Storm | last chapter

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Chapter : 5 of 5 ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 )

Relationship : Trafalgar Law x Gn!Reader childhood friend

Summary : Before the warlords title, or while he became a mastermind of any crucial incident, like the downfall of two sea emperors, Trafalgar Law was only a boy who was looking for his dear childhood friend through North Blue into the New World. It's what he seeks that is seeking him.

The downtown is less crowded than the first time Law stepped on this island. You two headed together into the shore where Polar Tang docked. Having you by his side is like answering every question he asks during his sleepless nights. Most importantly, one of his quests has checked, a mission to find you, his only childhood darling, his personal anatomy artist. You two passed the downhill road, on each side there were lights on the street as companions. The sea wind at past six p.m is colder and windy, you tighten your arms when a gushing wind slams your hair way too hard. You can almost see the yellow colour from Law's submarine near the coastline. The yellow is such a contrast with the deep dark night color which is wrapped around the submarine.

" Do you think the temperature is decreasing, (Name)? You feel cold, aren't you? " Law asks, he seems observing you behave towards the windy sea wind. You just hummed and walked step ahead from Law. He then made you stop, turn your shoulders to face him. Law takes off his white jumper and offers it to you, he gets annoyed to see you hold the cold. You at this point, got confused at Law's behaviour. Law got no response, slightly annoyed by it, he with the swift movement put on his jumper in your upper body, and tied the caphucon laces tight forcefully. You are furious and annoyed at how Law behaves like parents to their kids.

" Law! I'm not a kid anymore! " You are embarrassed. Besides, Law's jumper is way too loosen to your body, it's like wearing a bulky white blanket. You shout some cursing words to him but Law seems not bothered, he goes down the road to leave you behind.

Law's yellow submarine looked festive, there was a string light and colorful mini flag hanging outside the below deck. The huge word of 'death' even looks less intimidating. You only thought that they were in the middle of celebrating one of the crew's birthdays until they threw confetti to you and Law. You normally get confused, then you hear them cheerfully shout some congratulations, grab your hands to handshake. Both you and Law stared at each other, but couldn't figure out what was going on. But then, you see Law's temple vein popping out.

" Welcome to our Yellow Tang, Captain's long lost lover! " said every crew member, the fake crying was heard loud on all sides. In second, there is chaos, Law's cool demeanour cracked when scolding everyone. Seeing everyone teasing Law that much makes you relieved he'd lived in a good hand of people, after he had gone worse, by many years passed since the amber lead outbreak.

Law's cracking face made you forget in a while about your own coughing. You've been coughing in the past minutes ago, there were two or four petals of white flowers twirling without a trickle of blood out. You just won't attract everyone's attention, Law even about this one, not when you are kidnapped inside that yellow submarine inside for urgent surgery.

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There's a park near downtown, a park surrounded by a pool of blooming nemophila. Where Law and you sit next to each other, both of you drowning in your stuff. Law just bought a book, a fresh one from your regular bookstore shop, when you two reunited yesterday. Law as usual, he kept his eyes straight on the book while you were lost in your doodlings. A typical, normal activity back in Flevance's days. Your fingers in your right hand got sticky because the lemon sorbet you finished, Law, had a kiwi taste.

" Tell me, Law, what would you do next? As cunning as you are, should there be a plan in your mind? " You ask Law, peeping your eyes at him only to look at how unbothered he is. He was humming with a question tone to respond. He just flipped the next page without even turning it to you. It's Law being Law. He got your attention, but it took a minute for him to give feedback.

" I am going to set the storm. " said Law, simply and religiously. Law's gaze is still on the book. One hand to support his chin. You only felt the tense behind Law's words, but it also made your lips curl in pleasure.

" The D, isn't it? One of your fates? "

Apparently, Cora-san was the second person who got spilled about Law's true name, and it was you who heard it first, though you'd never figure it out. You were still too young to understand the causality. Now you've grown older and realize your father has worked together with a man who has the same name as Law's. Somehow, you think that Law is at the eye of the storm, alongside with the other Ds.

" It started with the warlord title, so I've got full access to enter every island owned by governments. To make Kaidou get noticed when his underground business with Doflamingo is going to be doomed." said Law. He closed his book and turned to you.

" Cunning as ever. You're the worst, Law. " You said it perfectly. You can sense Law's intense gaze.

" The worst generation, I am."

" Is it killing birds with one stone? What personal intentions behind the downfall of the yonkou are to avenge Cora-san as well? Law? " You continue to decipher every Law's words.

And then silence came. " This could be too. " Law, continue it until you both fall silent.

" Law, if it is considered to be your fate, my only wish is for your safety. Is it supposed to be a gift that Cora-san fought for? By maintaining your life well? "

" I'm a doctor anyway, (Name). " replied Law, chuckling playfully. He shows a smug smile at you, making you roll your eyes. There was a long pause after you responded to Law, there was a long pause.The day has reached sunset at the shore, the wind feels chillier than a day ago.

" Oh, wait here, will you? I came back for a second. " Ask Law. You replied to it with a hum, then went back to your unfinished doodling.

Then you've startled at the top of your head that Law just placed a daisy bucket. A small dot of yellow daisy appears in front of your eyes as one of the firms branches out.

" For the encyclopedia's money, " Law mumbles. " You said I could repay it with other stuff. You didn't even know that I was running to your house back then to surprise you." He continues his grumbling, at this time, Law who stood beside you is his child version. A young boy in Flevance whom you adore so much.

You just stared at Law in awe, but before you could say something to him, a sudden gust of wind hit your face, blowing in a smooth way to mess up your hair. Law who stayed on this island for about two days to get used to reading this island's weather pattern. So he reaches your hands up to sit up from the park bench.

" Come, I will send you a walk home before the day gets colder." said Law.

" Law, what would I do to return my thanks? Five buckets of sorbet? " You ask him for a favor before he sets sail tomorrow morning. Law hasn't answered, he seems in deep thought. His brow wrinkles, and his fingers curl under his chin.

You chuckled in amazement. How on earth had done for you both, it almost took thirteen or more just to look once again at Law's smile, like a genuine one of his. It looks like a missing piece of your puzzle has been found.

" Onigiri? Please? " said Law innocently, a boyish grin spreading on his face with his brows still frowned.

" Are they stuffed with umeboshi? May I? " When you joke, an evil smile shows.

" You may, but let me throw you into the New World's sea first, (Name). I'm about to be one of the world's fates. How could you support me at least with tuna mayo onigiri? " With his dramatic tone, he turned back into a spoiled kid again with his dramatic tone. He whined in adult form in his serious and usual demeanour. It makes you restrain yourself from slapping his face.

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It's 6 a.m., about two hours before Law and his other crews set sail. In the meantime, you have already set the empty boxes for onigiri. In your lifetime, you haven't made fifty onigiri before, but you made up your mind to add ten pieces for them. Because you won't be picky about the onigiri's filling, all of them are filled with tuna mayo. If you want to be the chef or cook assistant at the marine base, these fifty onigiri could be your 'portfolio'.

The last onigiri was finished, you wrapped them up neatly and were done. When in the middle of wrapping onigiri, somehow in these two days you didn't catch yourself coughing anymore. It's still there, inside your body. It did last night, right before Law sent you off to your house. A deep cough, but this time without flower petals getting out of the mouth.

To cut the ticking time, you run to the shore, to the Polar Tang. The morning air is always this chill. You've got shivering when the first sunrise greets the downton. The rays outgrow every cold brick, and the store's bell chirps with the sea wind.

You speed down the downhill road with an extra hand to grab the onigiri bento tightly, indicating that you are close to the shore. In minutes, you can see the fluffy polar bear, Bepo, waving his paws cheerfully toward you.

" (Name)-san, in here! in here! " coos him under the sea cliff. You sometimes wonder how an opposite personality such as Law could befriend the adorable polar bear. You may make one request to Law to keep Bepo here to accompany you throughout the day. You go for a run after greeting Bepo and the others while dozing off to the seaside morning scenery. You lived on this island about thirteen years ago, but there's something else that makes it more pretty and peaceful. Whether it's because you felt warmth from Heart Pirates or simply because of the sunrise, a romance dawns, perhaps.

You finally reached out to everyone. You can feel the tension of excitement in how your heart is pumping rapidly from the running. The heart of yours was going to explode. Bepo and penguin's hat guy help you carry out the bulk bento you've made. You muttered a soundless 'thank you' to them, though you are still breathless, so it's hard to make a sound.

" What an idiot, as always, how did you dare to look down your step only to doze off, (Name)? " Law is already in front of you, scolding you, while you are trying to calm yourself down.Your hands grab the heart rhythmically up and down.

" Let me, " You paused, inhaled deeply, and continued to shout at Law, "BREATHE! ". Law only shows his annoyed face. He then takes a step forward, minimizing the gap between you two. He grumbles word by word, but you didn't catch the meaning of them. You sweat a lot. It drops through your jawline.

" You know, you'd always be this reckless and tend to daydream almost easily. Mrs. (Surname) once said before to look after you, remember? (Name), I don't have courage to face your mother if you were about to slip from the cliff above and be eaten by sea monsters." Law explains, without even flinching in his dark humour, he just spilled it for you. Law then combing your hair with his inked fingers, swept away the sweats on your forehead, so you haven't felt chilled anymore.

" (Name)-san! Thank you for the bentos! We will eat it well." said the whale's hat guy. Behind him, there is the penguin's hat guy, alongside Bepo. You raise your head for a better look and walk to them. After a little chit-chat, they waved goodbye to you. Bepo, who seems to notice you want him to be hugged, allows it. Then, there's just you and Law. You look at him ripping something like paper.

" There, don't dare to lose it, (Name). It's my vivre card. " Law, hand you a medium-sized paper. He opens your palms and lies down before closing your hand. You held it with a firm grip. You nod deeply in response. Law then moves closer and opens an embrace. He soothes your back before loosening it a bit just to reach your right ear tip, his goatee tickling you. He pauses for a second, whispering some words. An ear tip of yours is getting hot and embarrassing with his words. When you were interrupted by a cough, you grabbed your hands in Law's back to close your mouth in case you were still sputtering blood. You know, when Law starts to be concerned about your behavior, you're going to give him an honest reason for your coughing. When you take a look at your palms, it's like there was no blood, it's clean, not even stained by any flower petals. A second cough, but it's just you coughing air.

Is this gone? An odd disease of mine, is it gone?

"Oi, you OK? " Law has your confused face. You stared back at him and raised a big thumb. Law only brings you back to his hug, this time it's stronger than the first. All you do to him is calm him back down by rubbing his back. Law in the middle of a hug, repeats his 'take care' like a million times. He even gives you a quick peck on your right cheek, a kind of habit from when we were five years old back then. Bringing this innocent childhood habit into adulthood is enough to heat up both of your cheeks.

" Oh, Law, I will connect your dendenmushi once every two weeks or so. You're like a fussy old man. Thanks for your concern, anyway. '' You said. You grab the back of his neck so he can easily bury his face deeper into your shoulder. It is probably the missing moment you should have had before you moved from Flevance, because neither of you have said goodbye to each other.

The sun is fully setting. Its rays are warming every fibre of your skin. You can see that Law's face is bathed in sun rays, glistening his skin tone, sparkling his yellow eyes. Law who stands in front of you now only changes his features, it gets more mature with no childish fat cheeks. Law's features are always this breathtaking, so I guess nobody would deny it.

" See you again, I guess? " said Law. You replied to him with a small grin.

" Any port in a storm, Law. "

You feel at peace for the first time in a long time, and you hope Law can feel it as well.

You hiked to the top of the cliff, watched the Polar Tang face the sun from the first dawn. Polar Tang appears even more yellowish, a vivid yellow dot among the golden bathed sea before it submerged.

No need to cry, you remain yourself to keep up your chin. There was greenish grass at the cliff, and you lay down, sunbathing. You look up at the sky above. The very vast skies are clear blue today. You reached into your small pocket and put Law's vivre card off. You are staring at the paper now because it is in your hands.

" See you again, Law." You closed your eyes and let the sea wind hit your face. Look up above the sky with your eyes fluttering wide. You can see a group of white seagulls passing by, squawking melodically, with a fish in one of their beaks. In a gentle move, they fly higher above, too, until they look like tiny plain white balloons in the blue sky.

While in the depths of the sea, in a thick dark blue, the sun rays have been filtrated down from the surface. In a moment, the cold metal blue in Law's room will turn to gold. Law stepped aside into a round window near his work desk. He took a peek outside. There was a group of fish swimming across. Its scale sparkled, being matched with filtered sun rays above, blind enough to Law's eyes. They swam gracefully to the below, into the deep sea, until it looked tiny, kind of like colorful confetti being thrown.

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#one piece #trafalgar law #one piece law #trafalgar law birthday #trafalgar d. law #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar law x reader #law birthday

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new-old-friend · 1 year

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#3 Iron Will

#2 -> Here

"You caught the attention of a very strange man. That elezen, over there." Said Lena, indicating with a nod a suspicious figure, not distant to them.

Half a day had passed before the adventurers met again in the Aetheryte Plaza, all equipped with armor and weapons, and almost ready for new amazing quests. Almost, yes, because not everyone were satisfied with their own choices. Specifically, Carina instead of fighting with her sword and shield was fighting against them, trying to find, unsuccessfully so, a way to hold and reholster her weapons.

“I’m surely missing something here. The sword is heavy and the shield is bulky. How should I carry those things?” She said, fumbling with those tools.

“Is there a sort of sword case inside the shield? Maybe you can put the weapon there.” Said Kane.

“Her shield is a door, at most it can have a keylock.” Said M’kenzie.

“How do you know?”

“Because I have one too.” Sai M’kenzie showing a shield and a club.

Carina looked at his shield-door and at her’s with mopey face. “Geez, how do you manage to hold those two things?”

“Well, first of all a wooden club isn’t heavy as a steel sword, second I’m not high as a lalafell.”

“Hey!” She said offendend. Her height, as the height of Lena, was always a target of teasing.

“Do you want to try something else, Carina?” Said Kane.

“I don’t know. But you do want to, right?”

“Very likely. Not immediately, but I’ll keep my eyes open to other alternatives."

"You've always liked skewing things. Mayhap you should become a cook." She winked.

"Mayhap." He poked his tongue out. "In any event - if I may - I suggest you to do the same.”

“We’ll see. It takes an Iron Will to deal with certain things, and I have little patience with stuff that unnerves me.”

Kane giggled. “Yes, I know.”

The four adventurers were quite loud while attempting to find a way to help Carina, and a little crowd had gathered around them, someone curious about all the fuss, whilst others were just laughing and mocking them.

“I think that is a fine moment to show them my new brass knuckles.” said Lena glancing around.

M’kenzie grabbed her from a shoulder. “Chill, sister.”

“Just showing. I’m not going to punch them. Unless I have to.”

Whilst they were talking, Lena intercepted the gaze of a weird man who was looking at Carina. An elezen, dressed with a long dark robe, head covered by a white hood topped with a strange device resembling a pair of glasses, and another pair of dark glasses on his face. And also, a peculiar tattoo on the right side of his visage, a tattoo that Lena was sure she already had seen elswere.

"You caught the attention of a very strange man. That elezen, over there." Said Lena, indicating with a nod a suspicious figure, not distant to them.

She stared at that man for a moment, curiously enthralled, and smiled softly at him. The man gasped for a second, stunned by the combination of that sweet smile and those shining, violet eyes. He responded to that smile with a bow.

"I don't find him suspicious."

"Are you serious? He has the word suspicious written all over his face and on every piece of his garment."

"He bowed." She sai keeping smiling. "He seems a well mannered guy, and I bet that he also has a beautiful voice."

"We lost Carina." Said Kane, pressing hard his lips, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“Alright,” M’kenzie was a little annoyed by all that fuss, so he tried to hurry up and help Carina. “Let’s try this: hang your shield on your back and the sword on the waist, on the other side of your main hand.”

“Uhm,” Said Carina to herself, equipping her weapons. “Yes, this should work. Well," she turned to the rest of the group, "shall we move? With a little luck, Momodi has found us some work." Lena was glaring again at the people around them. She drews out her knuckles ready to punch someone in the face. Carina grabbed Lena by an arm and pushed her towards the direction of the Quicksand.

“Don’t shove me, Carina!” Shouted Lena.

The elezen was still watching them, hiding his bewitched gaze under his eyeglasses, and his smile under his hood. "Carina," he said. "Lovely."

Carina stood before him, her arms bent and hands resting on her waist. She was smiling at him sweetly, staring with a glance somewhere between a desire to tease him and a deep craving to hold him.

He caressed her cheek and cupped her face with his hand, tilting his head towards her, and…

She suddenly woke up, surprised and a little embarrassed of that dream. She smiled shyly and went back to sleep, hoping to dream of him again.

He suddenly woke up, astonished, amazed, with a deep desire to caress her face for real, and a growing eagerness of kiss her. He adjusted his head on his pillow, closed his eyes and spent the whole night awake, daydreaming of her.

#ffxiv headcanon #my warriors of light #ffxiv fanfiction #wol x urianger #urianger augurelt #warrior of light #my oc #ffxiv #ffxiv spoiler #new-old-friend

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glazelilyy · 2 years

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snow day! (holiday special)

includes (separately) - diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, itto, and gorou x gender neutral reader!

warnings - spoilers for scaramouche's true identity (found in the 2.1 quest), spoilers for dainselfi's identity (found in the we will be reunited quest), established relationships, physical affection (kissing, holding hands)

a/n - happy holidays everyone!! sorry for this being a bit late. i hope that you're all having a well-deserved, restful break full of lots of fun and happiness :) to celebrate the snowy season (since i, unfortunately, live in a place where snow is plentiful) here are some headcanons about what the genshin men like to do with their s/o on super snowy days! i hope you enjoy!! :D <3 (also no, i will not apologize for how long scaramouche and thoma's are /lh)

diluc—☆

the warmth of a fireplace and comfort of his arms

diluc is always on the move and so getting to relax in a cozy and calm atmosphere is always something that's on his mind

and he's not very fond of snow: it's difficult to tread in and the cold has never agreed very well with him as a pyro user

on super snowy days, you'll more often than not catch him in his father's old study sifting through aged books and manuscripts

or just sitting by the window and sipping on a goblet of grape juice (lukewarm, of course, chilled wouldn't be too good to drink during winter)

though, that was when he was single: now that he has you, things are a bit different :)

he's super fond of just sitting in front of the fireplace with you in his lap and a big blanket thrown over both of your shoulders

you and him don't even have to do anything, he's more than content to just hold (or be held by) you and relax in each other's arms

he's not above a cozy, snowed-in nap either (he emits so much warm heat that it's almost inevitable that you'll fall asleep in his arms)

play with his hair and he's a GONER (it actually lulls him to sleep quite easily)

diluc might even get a novel and share it between the two of you (he'll always ask first if you're ready for the page to be turned before he turns it)

but something he loves to do with you is play rounds of chess!

he's a big nerd (affectionate) when it comes to chess moves and will teach you how to set up these intricate chess strategies

even if you absolutely suck at chess, diluc will always let you win because he's a gentleman (and he loves seeing you do a little victory dance)

though, if you really plead with him, he'll indulge you and step outside the winery for a walk to enjoy the snow (if it's not up to his knees that is)

the winery is often surrounded by crystalflies that change with the season, so diluc will watch with a smile on his face as you run through the grapevines and try to collect as many cryo crystalflies as you hand

if you meet up with him somewhere during winter and don't wear gloves, he'll gently chide you, take your hands within his and blow hot air onto them (what a gentleman aaaaa)

his hands are very warm if calloused more often than not, so really you can just bring one glove and have him hold your other hand

overall: diluc largely prefers to stay indoors and enjoy the mundanity and simplicity with you :)

more characters utc!

kaeya—☆

wintery surprises full of romance and a hint of childish wonder

kaeya always keeps those around him on their toes, and you're no exception!

the snow doesn't bother him, he makes the most of snowy days in his own way

but what stays consistent are the surprises that he throws your way!

you'll never know if you'll be spending the day indoors all comfy and warm, or outdoors in the snow until it actually happens

for indoor activities, kaeya can't help but spend every minute glued to your side

he'll shove furniture to the walls of the room, put a record on, and sweep you off your feet like a handsome prince (don't even get him started on his fancy footwork—he was raised by nobility and has to put those ballroom dance lessons to work somehow)

but in all honesty he just prefers to sway with your bodies pressed together impossibly close to a romantic melody while he peppers you with kisses :D

he'll douse all the candles in the evening except for one and sit beside you in front of the fireplace on piles of pillows and a shared blanket draped over both of your shoulders while he recounts ghost stories and tries to scare you (if it works he'll coo about how cute you are and pull you into his lap. if it doesn't work, welp it's time for scarier stories)

if you're heading out for the day, you're most likely headed to a frozen-over lake for some skating!

as mentioned before: he's gotta put his uppity nobleman ballroom dancing skills to use in something!

he's super graceful on the ice (he'll even use his vision to leave vapor frost trails as he twirls and dances on the ice for maximum elegance >:D)

if you're not great at skating, he'll tease you but also act as a great teacher in the process (though it's hard to learn when he's constantly leaving lingering touches and kisses on your skin any chance he gets, frickin tease)

if you're just out on a walk in the snow, kaeya will use his vision to make little sculptures out of ice (he'll craft a rose out of ice and hand it to you with a surprisingly sheepish smile, that's how you know he's down BAD)

kaeya's down for anything really, he'll always ALWAYS make the most of it!

albedo—☆

the scent of newly opened parchment paper and the taste of milk mustaches and warm smiles

albedo doesn't mind winter and snow all that much! he's used to dragonspine's climate, after all

not only that, but winter is just a part of life as anything else so of course he digs it :P

but albedo is more of the reclusive type and prefers to stay indoors anyways

he'll take advantage of the cold and run some seasonal experiments

but if you can coax him to relax, he fancies the mundanity of just sitting near the window with you and drawing your figure as you stare out at the falling snow

(he'll sketch you a lot just doing little domestic things: making tea/coffee/food, folding laundry, reading, anything really)

but, where albedo is, klee usually follows and keeping a little rambunctious girl inside can get very difficult

so more often than not, he'll take you and klee out to play in the snow (and catch crystalflies since klee really likes that!) :)

he's not super into the really hyped snow day activities like snowball fights but he loves to build snowmen!

klee adores when albedo crafts tree branches out of seeds with his alchemy and will run up with an armful to use on the snowman

he's so frickin attractive so effortlessly; he'll come behind you and guide your hands while you place decorations on the snowman if you can't decide what should go where

(klee asks you why you're smiling so much and it makes albedo's stomach just do a flip hehehe)

once home from your day of building snowmen and chasing crystralfies, albedo will pour the three of you warm glasses of milk and reluctantly agree to take part in the "who can have the best milk mustache" competition you and klee decided to start

but at the end of the day he's glad to do nothing more than just have you curl up by his side and sketch your beautiful face :)

childe/tartaglia—☆

the jingle of sweet laughter and prickle of frosted snow against one's cheek

mister childe tartaglia eleventh of the fatui harbingers absolutely ADORES snow

he grew up in snezhnayan blizzards after all, he's a bonafide expert in all things frosty and cold

that being said, childe will absolutely refuse to stay indoors if the snow is piled high and fluffy outside

how can he just sit around and do nothing when the snow's the perfect texture for making snowballs??

he'll drag you outside with that sneaky little smile of his for some winter fun :P

more than anything, childe loves sledding! and liyue isn't short of any death-looming hills, that's for sure

as much as you'll squeal and shriek in terror, the adrenaline that courses through his veins as you both hurtle towards the base of a large hill on his rickety old sled is all he needs (while you're screaming all the way down, he's laughing like a madman LOL)

he'll make little challenges to compete with you (who can make the biggest snowball, who can roll down the hill the fastest, who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongue, honestly with how much he loves both competitions and snow, the possibilities are endless)

did someone say snowball fights?

unless you're a snezhnayan native, i wish you good luck, comrade

childe is almost scarily good at sniping you with snowballs (you will lose any snowball fight with him, guaranteed)

not to mention that his competitive nature mixes quite well with any sort of battle between you two

he'll make fortified walls of snow and attack rapidly and ballistically (how the hell is he making so many snowballs so quickly??)

he'll apologize later, but not before rubbing his victory in your face (and it's highly likely that you've made a bet before starting your snowball fight, so he'll taunt and tease your loss in your face. you can shut him up quickly by kissing him though, it usually works)

childe will most definitely find a good sized lake and teach you how to ice fish!

he'll let you sit with your back against his chest and guide your arms and hands within his own with all the proper intricacies of ice fishing

and after you've caught your first ever ice fishing catch, he'll be sure to cook it up real nice for dinner :)

as much as childe loves being outside when it snows, the warm honey-glow of the inside of a house are also loved by him

he'll make dishes of the fish you both caught, and once dinner is over he'll brew two large mugs of hot chocolate and snuggle up beside you near the window to watch the snow fall :)

zhongli—☆

the sweet fragrance of herbal tea, crumpled pages of a worn book, and gentle crunch of snow under one's boots

zhongli thinks winter is a marvelous season: just not a season where he'd enjoy roughhousing in the snow like a certain harbinger (that is if he even really enjoyed roughhousing to begin with)

and snow is just as beautiful as it is treacherous

but snowy days allow for more days spent indoors, and days spent indoors meant more quality time spent with his beloved :)

zhongli loves nothing more than to brew a pot of tea and have you snuggle up in his lap by the window with a thick blanket around both of your shoulders

he'll have a good book ready and waiting, and he'll read to you in that sweet, silky voice of his

it's enough to get you drowsy and snoring against the crook of his neck, that's for sure LOL (his voice is so soothing hhhhh)

zhongli does still like to go out during winter!

he'll hold your gloved hand in his (and put your intertwined hands into his pocket for extra warmth) and just stroll around liyue and its outskirts while admiring the soft snowfall

he has knowledge of all the best spots in liyue with the best views of the snow; he's glad that you're just like him and content to walk around and enjoy the small things in life, like the gentle flutter of a snowflake as it falls towards the ground

adores seasonal markets!! he'll take you there and spoil you rotten with whatever you'd like to purchase (of course, he charges the bill to either the northland bank or wangsheng funeral parlor, but surely they can understand that his beloved darling deserve these presents won't they?)

even if you're not buying anything, zhongli finds comfort in just window shopping and admiring the quality of goods (though you might have to pull him away before he starts to haggle for another vase that you both really don't need)

zhongli isn't much for pda since he prefers displays of affection to be in more secluded places, but he's not above wrapping his arms around your waist and nosing your cold cheek or pressing kisses to your frosty nose to keep you warm if you're away from prying eyes

xiao—☆

the gentle hum of a lullaby, tender flap of a crystalfly's wings, and the soothing texture of thick, silky locks between your fingers

xiao isn't very fond of winter, the snow and bitter cold bring back too many horrid memories for him

with an entire nation to protect, there was never time for him to throw snowballs, make snow angels, or build any snowmen

he becomes confused when you talk about all these things, and admits that he doesn't go out much during the winter

but something xiao likes, come rain, snow, or shine, is admiring the crystalflies that gather near the inn

he's shy, and a little awkward when first asking you to come see the crystalflies with him, but you're already hauling on your boots and slipping a scarf around your neck

xiao's fond of the anemo crystalflies; all crystalflies hum a gentle melody when their wings flap and anemo crystalfies—in xiao's opinion—have the most beautiful melody of them all

but on snowy days, the cryo crystalflies tend to be more active but all in all, he doesn't mind

he'll let you hold his hand with bated breath, and if you're kind of a klutz while treading through the snow, say no more! xiao will walk backwards, hold your hands, and let you walk in his foot imprints

asides from crystalfly watching, xiao doesn't particularly like to go outside during snowy days unless danger is present

but now that he's donned the title of your lover, he's found that your embrace is even more of a reason to abandon the snowy outsides

there's nothing more he'd rather do on a snowy day than lay in your arms and let your fingers card through his locks while you hum a gentle lullaby

you makes him feel at peace and he forgets all about the bitter cold outside :)

kazuha—☆

the melody of a tender flute, frosted fingertips, and ballads bathed in snow

kazuha thinks winter is absolutely beautiful: it's calm, quiet, and simple

much like his love for you :)

kazuha's got jittery feet: he's usually on the move or preparing to go somewhere, so it's likely that he'll prefer to be outside in the snow

he'll bring you along with him on his snowy adventure, wandering to nowhere in particular

even if you're just stopping to admire the view, you'll feel his breath fan along the skin of your neck as he recites flowery words to perfectly describe the scenery before the two of you

though he's not one to take part in super childish and rambunctious activities, kazuha does like when snowflakes fall onto the tip of his nose

he likes it even more when he can burn the image of you with a snowflake on your nose into his brain forever and ever so he'd constantly have something beautiful to look at

he'll search for a peaceful, secluded clearing, and pull out his flute to serenade you with gentle melodies (and as much as you'll tease that he's acting like a suave romeo, his beautiful playing and sly, alluring glances undoubtedly have your knees weak)

to the melody of frosty winds, kazuha will take your hand and lead you in a soundless waltz

if you coax him into making snow angels, he won't exactly object but he'd be confused about it (please explain it to him!!)

but eventually it just becomes him staring up at the sky with you laying beside him and holding his hand

the peace and tranquility of winter is so much better when the warmth of your hands trickles up into his heart :)

scaramouche—☆

childish innocence and the softness of his heart hidden behind a mask of indifference and hardened scowls

while the persona of scaramouche dismisses the snow as a hinderance, kunikuzushi can't help but be enamored with the beauty of it all

in his youth (or perhaps better referred to as "early days of his creation"), kunikuzushi was allowed only an hour of time outdoors before he was to be called back in

and he loved going outside to chase butterflies and catch crystalflies and weave crowns out of tiny delicate flowers

but, most of all, he loved when snow blanketed inazuma

the servants knew to bring him in after an hour, but he was always sure that they spared him an extra ten minutes because the sight of him frolicking around in the snow was worth any sort of punishment they might receive

he loved snow angels and catching snowflakes on his tongue! and if he looked carefully, he could spot fluffy white birds hanging on snowy tree branches and he'd spend lots of time chasing them

when brought inside, the servants would wrap him warm in a blanket and present a hot cup of a sweet, honeyed liquid that made his insides all gooey and warm

but that was a long, long time ago

now, whenever scaramouche looks at snow, he feels a sense of longing which slowly morphs into self-directed disgust

snowy days make him grumpier than usual, and as much as you'll try to reach out to him, he shields himself behind an impenetrable wall

but if you're patient enough and can manage to sit outside his room with the promise of love and a steaming mug of honeyed milk in your hands, he might just emerge from his room (with lots and lots of coaxing)

at first, he's much more inclined to stay inside

which is no problem for you! you've got out board and card games, books, and tons of blankets

scaramouche is generally a haughty man full of hubris and arrogance, which usually carries over into the most trivial things like board games (he will go ALL OUT to win and sulk if you beat him hehe)

he doesn't seem too thrilled when you suggest simply cuddling by the fireplace, but the moment he indulges you and you've got his head in your lap, fingers in his hair, and a blanket around your shoulders, he's in heaven

slowly but surely, he comes to not hate winter as much as he used to (even if he partakes in your indoor winter activities with grumpy mutters and scowls, but still snuggles further into your embrace and lets a sliver of a smile pass whenever you do a victory cheer after crushing him in checkers)

so when you finally suggest that he try just a brief walk in the snow, he'll only be slightly disagreeable but let you dress him in his winter clothes regardless

the first steps outside are obviously hard for him: despite the agitated snarl on his face he's obviously struggling with putting one foot in front of the other

but when you take his hand and offer him a reassuring squeeze and gentle smile, his body eases up

and soon, when he thinks you aren't looking as you've gone to check something out, if you glance back over your shoulder:

you'll see the beautiful sight of a fluffy white bird on scaramouche's gloved finger, and a gentle smile with lidded eyes etched onto his face

dainsleif—☆

the simple desire to keep your warmth close, and the gentle threading of fingers through one's hair

dainsleif is all too familiar with snow: he's concluded long ago that there wasn't anything special about it

the first time he encountered snow was his first year alone in a new world that didn't welcome people like him

khaenri'ah was a barren land with no seasons, so the unfamiliar weather was both frightening yet intriguing to him

but after experiencing far too many snowfalls to count, snow has lost the beautiful allure it once had for a sinner like him

enter: you

when you entered his life, you also brought the beauty back into it

flowers that appeared dull were brought back to life, the sky seemed less grey, and the air had never smelled sweeter

even winter began to appear mystic and wonderous in his eyes

but dainsleif loves nothing more than to hide himself away from the outside in your arms

despite being a bit of a giant of a man, he'll silently ask to be kept within your arms all bundled up near the window so the both of you could watch the snow fall in peace

when your fingers rake through his locks and skim over his face—now free of the inky, midnight mask—he falls silent and does his best to maintain a straight face despite the rosy blush that engulfs his cheek and neck

he'll plant his ear firm on your chest to listen to the melody of your heart tremble under your skin

dainsleif will be so relaxed sometimes that he'll even fall asleep wrapped up in your arms (and though your tailbone might be numb when you get up later, it's all worth it)

dainsleif isn't much for sweets, but he'll indulge you and make sweet cups of hot chocolate to warm your stomachs

though the outside looks beautiful, he'd much rather stay indoors and let go of the hardened mask he's had to adorn for so long

in your arms is the only place he can ever truly relax

thoma—☆

the hustle and bustle of a busy streetmarket, gliding of ice skates, tingle of snow angels, and heat of his palms within yours

thoma loves winter! especially snowy days!

to be fair, there's not much thoma doesn't like since he can always find a rainbow amidst stormclouds (sweet angel-)

it's even better when you're beside him too, after all he loves good company!

he'll take you to a nearby seasonal market for some shopping! he hasn't got too much mora to his name, so don't go picking out anything fancy!

but if he can afford and it you want it? done! it's all yours :)

majority of the time spent at the market with you is filled with him draping various cloths and headpieces onto you in a sort of "mini fashion show"

despite the fact that you and him probably couldn't afford even half the things he had put on you

thoma would never admit it but it makes his insides all gushy when you present a little gift to him in return (but he will tell you how much it makes him feel appreciated and pepper lots of kisses all over your face)

as much as he'll tease you about accidentally falling on the ice (and won't help you up the second time since apparently "you have to learn"), thoma isn't that graceful on ice himself

drag him to a frozen over pond and he'll try and clamber away from it

but if you do manage to get him on the ice, least to say: it's a spectacle

he's clumsy and awkward and often falls right back on his behind, but he'll still wobble over to you and drag you onto the ice himself so that you can be wobbling, clumsy messes together

when the snow is piled and soft, thoma loves nothing more than to lay on his back and make snow angels!

the kamisato residence grounds are often covered in snow angels when thoma is assigned to clear the snow away from the paths

he'll take your hand and have you lay down beside him, hand-in-hand to make snow angels

and when you finally do get up, he'll coo at how your snow angels are holding hands :)

thoma is all over indoor activities too!

he really has no preference and admires both either way :)

but what he loves to do indoors is some organizing (after all, you can't just wait until spring to get in some cleaning!)

reluctantly, you'll aid him in sorting through files for the kamisato siblings, or just tidying up your shared house

but he's not above some holiday baking either :) thoma makes the most delicious sweets and when indoors, he'll guide you by standing with your back pressed to his chest and his hands layered over yours as your roll the wooden rolling pin back and forth over the flattened dough

(he's a tease, what can i say?)

cupcake frosting on your lips? not for long: he'll use his thumb to wipe away the sugary frosting and pop it into his own mouth (curse you thoma for being so freaking attractive-)

but at the end of the day, thoma just wants to drape his arms around your waist and do any kind of activity that you're in the mood for: whether it's going out and laughing at him when he falls on his butt on ice for the 5th time, or mixing cake batter and talking about anything and everything in your cozy kitchen

itto—☆

the pitch of a snowball, bubbling laughter, and the softness of an oni's heart

the man, the legend, the menace himself, the one and oni: arataki itto

itto prefers to be outside regardless of anything: if there's perfectly good snow that needs to be played in, how can you expect him to sit still indoors all day??

he usually gathers up all the inazuman street children and his gang helps him organize a fun day of snowy activities for everyone

he'll even drag you into it somehow!

the children absolutely adore him and think him a big brother figure for them to play with, so of course they're down!

but itto's most favorite snowy activity of them all: snowball fights

he has to pull his pitches when he throws snowballs (because he's sure if he actually threw with all his strength he'd accidentally snipe a little kid and knock them unconscious) but he still has so much fun regardless!

but, of course, it's itto we're talking about here

it wouldn't be itto's thing if he weren't insanely competitive!

he's drawing up plans in the snow for his team with a stick (if they're doing team snowball fights)

he'll craft bunkers out of snow to conceal their plans and try his best to speak in an authoritative military voice (he'll mimic kujou sara at this point)

keep in mind: he's speaking to a bunch of kids who probably have no idea what the heck "ballistics" are

he also INSISTS that you be on his team even if the numbers are wonky (he'll make a kid go to the other team just because he wants you on his, even if you scold him for doing that after)

but hey! he's a pretty good leader and because of him is his snowball team able to achieve victory (he's seen inazuman soldiers kiss their s/o upon returning from battle and does the same with you by dipping you low and pressing his lips to yours, even if it makes all the kids are you go "eewwwwww")

if we're talking about individual snowball fights? oh man

itto won't stop until you're the last person still not hit by his snowballs (he practically fires them like a canon)

he can't bring himself to hit you with the snowball because you're his precious baby who he loves so much and would never want to hurt (his words!)

so, instead, he'll admit defeat and let you throw a snowball at him to claim your victory (all the kids cheer because itto has beaten them in snowball fights for FAR too long)

he'll sulk for a little but if you treat him to some dango and snacks he'll perk right back up and insist that you sit in his lap and feed him (big baby-)

gorou—☆

the swish of his tail, glimmer of played-in snow, and toothy smiles filled with joy

the general of watatsumi island usually spends his time trying to uphold his image and earn the respect of his comrades

but, during snowy days, gorou can't help but let his authoritative persona melt away

look at all the snow! it's perfect to go outside and play in: but he'll still be hesitant because he doesn't want to risk looking childish in front of you

but it's hard to hide his desires when his tail is swishing back and forth when he looks out the window, ears perked up and all

so when you discreetly mention that the two of you should go outside for a walk in the snow, he'll do his best to mask his elation but there's no denying his swishing tail

the minute you step outside, gorou's already bounded towards the snow and dove in headfirst

all the composure and effort he's taken to maintain his dignity has all but disappeared as he pulls you by the arm to dive headfirst into a freshly mounded snowbank

he'll apologize right after realizing, but cut him off with a snowball to the face or a kiss and he'll hush :P

he'll burrow himself all over the snow and pop out with his hair, ears, and tail looking like they'd been dusted over in powdered sugar

snowmen!! gorou loves building snowmen, and he'll make snowmen that look like his comrades too (there's a little kokosnowman that you helped craft that looks a bit too much like a snow fish-)

he's not above wrestling in the snow too! he's a fifth born son and grew up roughhousing with elder siblings, so he's used to duking it out in the snow

but because you're his lover and he would never dream of accidentally hurting you, it's more of you and him rolling around in the snow and him letting you take charge of the "wrestling" match

by the time you're both satisfied with the fun you've had today, your cheeks and noses are cold and your entire bodies are caked in snow

but with how happily his tail is wagging as you head back home, it's most definitely all worth facing the cold

date published: december 27th, 2021

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Those Who Wait

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader Word Count: 4,985 Tags: 18+, Loss of virginity, Insecure reader, Fingering, Protected sex Summary: When you let it slip to the team that you've never had sex, they make it their mission to help you find someone who will make your dreams a reality. *Requested by anons!

Link to A03 or read below! “I don’t know how many times I have to reiterate this, but I am not a virgin,” Spencer says, palms up, and it’s clear this is something he’s reminded the team of on more than one occasion. You’re on the jet on the way home from a case, all of you gathered around chattering mindlessly to decompress, with the exception of Hotch, who is in his usual seat, working on his computer.

“And I never said I was talking about you,” you reply, with a tone just shy of smartass. You regret bringing it up already, because this will open the door to a topic you did not want to discuss with the team, ever, but you can’t put the cat back in the bag.

“Hold on. Are you…?” Emily grins a little, but her face drops into a frown when she notices the change in your demeanor, the tension in your shoulders. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, at all.”

“You’re a virgin? Really? You’re almost thirty,” Morgan says, leaning forward to look at you, and you nod, shrug. “Is it a religious thing? Saving yourself for marriage?” You scoot back in your seat, blow out a breath, use the casual posture to try to mask your discomfort.

“Nope, it’s not a religious thing. I’m just waiting for someone who’s worth it.”

“If you’re waiting for the perfect person,” JJ says, folding forward, hands clasped in front of her, “you’re going to be waiting forever.”

You sigh, because this is exactly the reason you didn’t want to bring this up.

“I’m not waiting for the perfect person. For a long time, I didn’t have time to date, and I was—you know, satisfied, without it, so it wasn’t an issue.” Your cheeks heat a little when you say it, and you rub a hand over the back of your neck. “But lately I’ve kind of shifted toward wanting to have sex, to find someone to make the connection with. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but I do have standards.”

“Don’t put pressure on yourself to do it. You’ve waited this long, why rush into things?” Emily says with a soft smile, and you reciprocate, grateful.

“I actually think it might be better if she just goes for it,” Morgan disagrees. Why aren’t you surprised? “Get it in, get it on, and get it over with. Then you won’t feel like it’s hanging over your head.”

“I’m trying. It’s not that I’m not trying. I’m going on dates; they’re all just really, really bad dates—like, the worst I’ve ever been on.”

“How many dates?” JJ asks with an arched brow, and you grimace.

“In the last month? Twelve.” Morgan laughs out loud, and you kind of want to punch him.

“Twelve first dates in the last month and you can’t get laid? Where are you finding these guys?”

“This stupid dating app Garcia convinced me to sign up for. They all seem fine on their profiles—”

“Oh, no, you can’t go by their profiles. Complete bullshit,” Emily says, and you throw your hands up in frustration.

“How else am I supposed to know what they’re like? They’re strangers.”

“Your first time shouldn’t be with a stranger.” You’re a little surprised when it’s Spencer who chimes in; everyone turns to look at him. “You’re a lot like me, and I know that I was nervous and insecure, and waiting for the right person made it a really great experience for me. I think you should wait for someone you know will make it meaningful.”

“She’s going to be waiting ‘til she’s eighty,” Morgan says with a grin, but he pats you on the back. “And if you do, I guess that’s okay. Not every guy can be a catch like yours truly.”

“Oh, spare us,” JJ says with a laugh, and you move on to other topics for the rest of the flight.

When you go to grab your luggage before heading back to the office, it’s just you and Hotch left on the jet; he’s been quiet for most of the trip, but when he steps up next to you, he says your name, low, to get your attention.

“I just wanted you to know, you deserve to be treated well… your first time. You should wait for someone you know will make it meaningful, like Reid said.” You just look at him for a moment, not sure what to say.

Part of you knows what you want to say. You want to say, is it worth it? You want to say, how will I know? You want to say, would you make it meaningful?

What you say is, “Thanks, Hotch.” He nods, hands you your bag, then takes his, closes the luggage compartment; he gestures for you to go ahead of him, and the two of you exit the plane.

You all go back to the office. Everyone hangs around for a few minutes, but Hotch goes up to his office, turns on the lights, sits down at his desk, and takes off his jacket. He’s in for a long night, then. You’re just getting ready to leave when Garcia strolls over, bag in hand.

“Hey, girl. How was that date the other night? Haven’t gotten to talk to you about anything other than murder the last few days.” She notices that your eyes are on Hotch’s office, looks up at him and back down at you. “Is everything okay, hon?” The concern in her voice snaps you out of it, and you look to her, smile.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. The date was not, though. I’ll walk out with you.” You grab your things, throw your jacket over your arm, and take one last look up at Hotch’s office before making your way to the parking garage. You go on seven more dates over the course of three weeks that are a complete waste of time and effort. Who knew having what you consider relatively basic standards would make losing your virginity so goddamn difficult? You know you’re not a knockout like JJ or Emily, and sometimes your nerves get the best of you, but you’ve been pretty charming, funny, all dolled up and putting out clear, but not desperate, DTF vibes.

The longer your quest drags on, the more embarrassing it gets. It actually becomes a part of the morning meeting: as soon as you enter the briefing room each day, Morgan raises his eyebrows, and you shake your head. He’s keeping a tally. You want to die a little bit.

Finally, you’re sitting at home one evening when you get the call from JJ that you’ll be heading to Miami for a case first thing the next morning. You thank her for letting you know, but before she hangs up, she says, “Bring a dress, something sexy. If we have an extra night, we’re going to a club and getting you laid.”

You stammer, a little embarrassed at the directness, but you pack a short, light, red dress, something appropriate for a humid Miami night, on the off chance you’ll actually get to go out.

The case is solved in a day and a half, and you are going to stay the night again, so JJ and Emily make it their mission to get you ready for a night out, and Morgan and Spencer make it their mission to scope out your potential partners and check for red flags before you even get close to them.

It’s sweet, kind of wholesome, when you ignore the fact they’re trying to get you fucked.

You have a drink at the outdoor bar, try to loosen up a little; the place is swarming with gorgeous, supermodel looking women with very little clothing on, breasts and ass everywhere you turn, and you feel inadequate, self-conscious in your little red dress. You freaking hate Miami.

You get glances from Morgan and Spencer, nudges of encouragement from Emily and JJ—even Hotch is around somewhere, part of the red flag detail, which you hadn’t expected—and you’re so close to giving up when a song comes on that you know and absolutely love.

Sex is outside your realm of knowledge, but dancing you can do, and you wrap your hand around Emily’s wrist and tell her you want to. JJ takes your drinks, sets them on the table, and the three of you head out to the dance floor.

It’s clear they didn’t expect much of your dancing, because they looked surprised as hell that you know how to work your body to the music, putting your arms on JJ’s shoulders and moving against her. She looks up, grins at Emily over your head, and cocks her eyebrow, impressed.

“Not that innocent after all,” she says, and you toss your head lightly, laugh.

“Said I was a virgin, not that I was innocent.” The three of you dance together, and you’re approached by several guys who try to get behind you, in between you, closer anyway they can. JJ and Emily are selective with who they entertain and who they give the brush off, and you’re grateful, because despite the outcome, you’re having a good time, and you never would have done this alone.

Eventually, a man comes over, wants to dance with you specifically; the girls exchange looks, give you a nudge, and you put your arms around his neck, let him rest his hands on your hips.

He’s pretty hot, you have to admit, a little under six feet tall, with dark hair and eyes and a nice smile, and dancing against him feels good. If it’s any indication of what if would be like to have sex with him, you’d let him take you home in a heartbeat. Of course, it’s been pre-planned that you’ll go back to your room upstairs if you hook up, so your people are nearby in case anything goes wrong; it’s maybe a little weird, the thought of your coworkers being cheerleaders while you lose your virginity, but what about this isn’t weird? At this point, you’re just going with the flow.

This guy is nice enough, doesn’t go straight for your ass like other guys you danced with, but you can’t help feeling like something’s missing; you pull back, get his attention so you can tell him thanks for the dance, but you’re going to go back to your friends.

You don’t get a chance to say that, because you’re guided away from him by two strong hands on your waist. You turn, ready to tell someone off for getting handsy with you, but it’s Hotch, so the defensive posture you’d slipped into softens.

“Oh, hey. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” you ask loudly; his expression is serious, his brows pulled down in a frown. He shakes his head, leans in closer.

“I can’t let you go through with that—with him,” Hotch says in your ear, still hard to hear over the thrum of the music, and you put your hand on his shoulder, lean up so you can speak into his.

“What? Why not?” you ask, breathless from dancing and the heat. “JJ and Emily thought he seemed alright.” You didn’t actually want to go through with it, but that’s not important at the moment, not when Hotch is clearly trying to get some kind of point across.

“It’s not that, I just—you deserve better.” You frown, not sure you heard him right, and one of the hands on your waist moves lower; he presses you closer. “I don’t know if you would consider it, but I could do it. I could be the one.”

“The one?” you breathe. You need to hear him say it to confirm it’s not all in your head, that you aren’t taking anything out of context.

“The one you sleep with. The one to show you how good it can be. The one who will treat you well.”

You take a step back, have to see his face; is this pity, kindness, genuine interest? Because for the last few weeks, after every bad date, you’ve come back to the thought of Hotch kissing you, touching you, taking you apart. You know his hands are capable, you know he is kind and gentle, and it’s only the thought of him that keeps you from leaving with the first guy to show you attention. You’re so frustrated, never more desperate to feel than you have been since he told you you deserved something good.

He swallows when you look up at him, and your heart races.

“If you want to, I want to. No pressure if you don’t,” he assures you. What he’s saying is so unexpected, but so perfect, and you nod, wet your lips, lean back up on your toes to put your mouth to his ear.

“I want to. I trust you.” Feeling bold, you brush a hand over the back of his head, press your lips to the side of his neck. “Please?”

“Are you sure?” He sounds as tense as you feel, holds you tightly, like he needs to make sure this is really happening. You cling to him just as tightly, nod your head against his throat, and he squeezes your waist, ushers you across the crowded patio and inside the cool air of the hotel. You both sigh, because it’s quieter, more comfortable, and your gaze lingers over his body until he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

You’ve done your fair share of kissing, and Hotch is so good at it, his hands on your face, his lips softer than you would have imagined, but firm in the way they press against yours. When the kiss breaks, you bring your hands to his wrists, breathing heavily, and then lean in to follow up with a kiss of your own.

He smiles softly, and you smile back, then slip your hand into his and let him lead you to the elevator. You’re not sure if it’s the night of dancing, the heat, the thrill of not only having sex after waiting so long, but having sex with Hotch, or what, but you feel changed; you’re a grown adult, you know that losing your virginity doesn’t mean much, doesn’t change who you are fundamentally, but the thought of experiencing it gives you a stomach full of butterflies in the best way possible.

“Would you like to go to my room, or yours?” he asks when you board the elevator, and he presses the button for the third floor. You plan to say it doesn’t really matter to you, but a thought crosses your mind.

“We can go to mine. I have condoms.” You’re not shy about using protection, know it’s just plain stupid not to, when you've been essentially searching for a new partner whose sexual and medical history you know little to nothing about, but telling Hotch makes your face heat a little. “I bought a variety pack—you know, when I started going on the dates.”

“Good. That’s good,” he says, nodding, and then he bends to kiss you, brushes his fingers over your jaw. “How are you feeling? Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Good,” you clarify. You feel so much better than okay you barely know how to say it, but there is one thing you didn’t think to ask before. “Hey, are you… are you attracted to me?” You look him over curiously, and the elevator dings; you step forward to get off, walk down the hall, but Hotch puts his hand out to stop the door, which stops you.

“I’m attracted to you. You’re gorgeous, and ever since you mentioned on the jet that this was something you were looking forward to… I can’t deny I’ve thought about being the one you share it with. Are you attracted to me?” You wet your lips, ready to reply with an emphatic yes, but he must take it for hesitation. “I understand why you want to do this, but if you aren’t attracted to me—it’s important that you want this with me, not just that you want this. I don’t want us to do anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

His words make you lose a little of the nervousness you were still holding onto, and you decide to show, not tell, how you feel about him; you wrap your fingers in his shirt and guide him down for a kiss that is hotter than before, still soft and slow, but wet and deep, too. After a moment, the elevator dings—likely due to the door remaining open for so long—and you break apart, breathless, and exit the elevator to head down the hall to your room.

Your interaction isn’t exactly awkward at first, but a little stilted: you both take off your shoes, and you grab waters from the mini fridge, hand him one and take a long sip of the other. It’s almost as if you are delaying the inevitable, but it’s not because this isn’t something you want to do; if pressed, you’d say the idea of having this time with Hotch is actually something you want to savor, not rush into too quickly. You aren’t delaying, but prolonging, and eventually you have to snap yourself out of it and just enjoy what you have while you have it.

You cross the room, walk over to him, and put your hands on his stomach, look up at him with clear eyes. His fingers ghost over your bare arms, and for a moment you just share breath, a lingering stare, until you stretch up to meet him in the middle for a deep kiss.

Hotch moves his hands to your hair, tips your head up, and you wind your arms around his back, pulling him closer and stepping forward until his legs hit the foot of the bed. He is warm, broad, solid beneath your hands, and you push them up the back of his shirt, skim them over his skin.

“Can I take this off?” you breathe when you separate, and he nods, helps you work it over his head and drops it to the floor.

Your hands rest on his stomach again, glide up his chest, and when you kiss this time, he turns you so your back faces the bed, eases you onto it. He lays between your legs, kisses until you’re both panting with need, and when you lean your head back to catch your breath he moves his mouth to your neck, trails it slowly up, then down, softly bites at the base of your throat. You hum softly, clutch his shoulders, bring your knees up around his waist.

“God, I want you.” He pulls back, looks down at you, his chest heaving, and you nod, brush fingers through his hair. “I want you, Hotch. Please touch me.”

He begins with the slow drag of big, careful hands down the outsides of your thighs, over your hips, pushing your dress up around your waist. You can’t stop looking at his face, serious and handsome, even though the rest of him is perfect too; you like that he looks affected by this, like it means something to him as well, like you’re not alone in feeling a bit overwhelmed. He moves his hands to the soft insides of your thighs, squeezes them, then leans up on his knees so he can pull your panties off, sets them on the bed beside him.

“I’m just going to rub. Tell me if it’s too much, not enough.” He curls over you for a kiss and slides his fingers along your pussy, three of them, long and thick. You close your eyes immediately, because the first touch is so good, his fingertips gliding through your slick and spreading it over your lips and clit; you are both breathing heavily, mouths hovering over each other, and you clutch at his biceps while he rubs where you are soft and aching.

It’s not that it’s not enough—you could get off this way, easily, you’re halfway there already—but you want more, imagine yourself clamping down around his fingers, digging your nails into him when you come.

“Can you…” You trail off, bite your lip, and he smooths a palm over your cheek, your hair.

“Ask me. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I want to give it to you.” A soft, needy noise leaves your throat, and he presses his lips to yours, slips the pads of two fingers over your clit, rubs circles against it. “Is it this? Is this what you want?” You wet your lips, think no but yes, move a hand to his face.

“Can you put your fingers inside me? I want to feel you inside.” Your voice trembles over it, not used to being so direct, not used to asking for what you want, and his answering kiss is deep, wet; he pulls back to look at your face as he presses one finger inside, and you feel your expression shift, from desperate to intensely pleasured, your mouth open, eyes wide. “Hotch, oh.” He pulls it out slowly, nearly all the way, and pushes it back in, rubs your cheek, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Good is an understatement, and you clench around him, slide your hands down his forearms, nod. “Good. It’s okay if you’re just quiet, but if you’re nervous about how you’ll sound, don’t be. I’d like to hear how you’re feeling.” Another reason to feel so good about this—because you are self-conscious of the way you’ll sound, and you should have known he would pick up on it, try to ease your insecurities. You wet your lips, nod, and he moves the finger slowly in and out, adds another when you ask him to.

“Mmm. Mmm.” You bring a hand to your covered breast, squeeze it, and he moves to push your dress up further, to bare it, maybe, but you tense, then instantly feel silly.

“What is it?” he asks gently, running his hand over your stomach instead, and your muscles relax, you sigh.

“Just a little self-conscious… about my breasts—especially after everything I saw downstairs,” you say, huffing a laugh, and he chuckles, nods.

“Miami is a bit much. But you’re so beautiful, sweetheart, just as you are, and it’s clear they bring you pleasure. If you’ll let me, I’d like to take your dress off all the way, touch them… kiss them.” The prospect sounds so tempting—your nipples are sensitive beneath your own hands, but under his? His mouth?

Your breathing picks up again, and you nod, rest your arms over your head so he can pull it up and off. You swallow, trembling and bare beneath him, and he steps off of the bed to push the rest of his clothes off, too; you know you feel vulnerable, so maybe he sensed it, wanted to make you more comfortable? Either way, he is gorgeous, and you’re so grateful to be doing this with him.

“Where are the condoms?” he asks, bending over the edge of the bed to kiss you with a hand on your cheek. You direct him to your bag, and he opens the box, takes out the one he needs, walks back to you; you lean up on your elbows to watch him intently as he tears the package open, rolls it onto his cock. When he climbs on top of you again, when he pushes your knees gently apart and makes himself at home between them, you shudder; you can feel his dick for the first time, hard against your thigh, and he leans in to kiss your throat, your shoulders, and eventually, your breasts.

His mouth covers one, his hand covers the other, and you gasp when his lips close around your nipple, suck softly. “Hotch, oh my god.” You lift your hips, looking for contact, and he removes the hand from your breast, uses it to line his cock up so it can slide over your pussy as you rock against him, wet, perfect pressure, as he pulls your breast more roughly into his mouth, nibbles it.

You arch your back, pushing your chest closer to him, and he moans, slowly glides his hands over your throat, into your hair. He shifts the angle of his hips, and he slips out from between you, making you sigh at the loss. Now that you’ve felt him, it’s maddening to be without, and you wet your lips, touch his face.

“I’m ready.” He leans in to kiss your cheeks, your chin, rubs his nose softly against yours, and you meet for a deep, slow, wet kiss.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please.” You move your hands to his waist, guide him closer, and he pushes slowly inside, lets you get used to the stretch it brings. It just feels good, not really a new sensation, since you’ve put toys inside before, but he is so much thicker, more satisfying to feel along your sensitive channel, his body warm on top of yours.

“How does it feel?” he murmurs, lips grazing yours, and you curl your hand around the back of his neck, just kiss him, enjoy the fullness and the slide of his tongue.

“So good. You can move,” you say, and your voice sounds strained, but it’s with arousal, not discomfort. You hitch your knees up higher, put your hands on his arms, pull him in so he’ll know that. “Want to feel you, Hotch.” You share breath for a few moments, and then he pulls back and thrusts forward, repeats it a few times, slow and steady, looking into your eyes.

You moan, carefully roll your hips in time with his, and he pumps inside a little deeper, a little quicker. You grip his arms, move your hands to his face, unsure what part of him you want to touch, anchor yourself against. He leans down for a kiss and you press your fingers to his cheeks, kiss him more passionately, less timidly than you’ve been so far. He groans against your mouth, and you pant as your bodies work together; it’s almost instinctual, the need to take him deeper, to meet, thighs hard against each other.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sliding his hands over your sides, hips, and you nod, gasp when he shifts up, gets his mouth on your breast again, kisses it wetly while his cock glides inside. That’s enough to have you moaning, loudly, head back, your hands on his body now, to feel his muscles flex while he thrusts inside you.

“Hotch, oh. Feels so good, I—” He bites down, lightly, just the edge of his teeth, and your legs snap tight against his body, shaking while you come around him. “Oh, oh. Mmm.” Your muscles contract so hard he grunts, your pussy all but trapping him there, and he grinds against you, grips your thighs.

“So perfect. You feel so good coming for me, so tight.” You ride out the pleasure, rolling your hips against his, and when you’re a little looser he thrusts again, slides an arm behind yours, his hand carefully around the back of your neck, kisses you until he comes, groaning, in your ear.

You look up at him as he gathers himself, wets his lips, and you curl around him for a hug; he holds you tightly, rubs gentle palms over your body, murmurs that you’re incredible and he hopes you know that was special. It's the connection you were looking for, intimacy, and you are so incredibly happy you found it, even if you did find it in the unlikeliest of places.

You lay together for a few minutes before he pulls out, ties off the condom, takes it into the bathroom, and then you go in to pee. You look yourself over in the mirror—again, fully aware that losing your virginity changes almost nothing—but you can’t help feeling like a missing piece has locked into place.

If makes you wonder if the missing piece maybe wasn’t sex, but Hotch.

When you head back into the other room, you expect him to be dressed, or at least getting dressed, but he’s laying back on the bed, covers turned down, body still bare—what you can see of him is bare, anyway, because crisp white sheets cling to his waist, make him look only that much more delicious as he waits for you.

You suddenly ache with desire again, touch your chest at the rush of emotion, of sensation, and then you climb on the bed, slip into his lap, kiss him again. This time it’s different, because your lips and tongue are all saying what you can’t, and it’s intimate, passionate, vulnerable, intense.

Except, maybe you can say it, because he kisses back just as furiously, and it translates into something as strong as what you’re feeling, his hands on your face and lower back holding you close.

“I want you,” he whispers, looking into your eyes, and you’re panting hard, desperate for more. “Not just tonight—I want every night to feel like tonight. I know you weren’t planning for anything more than this, but if you like, maybe I could take you to dinner when we get back. We could see if there’s something more?” He looks nervous, like the offer won’t be well received, but you just nod, smile, lean close for a gentler brush of lips.

“I’d really like that. I don’t want to only feel like this tonight.”

You kiss a little more, softer, sweeter things, eventually moving from his lap to curl against his side; the two of you cuddle, talk—it’s not awkward in the slightest, just feels right, and you drift to sleep warm and content in his arms.

Maybe Miami’s not so bad after all.

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Arthur throws a tantrum that has severe consequences;

Merlin suffers, and Gwaine just about manages to stop himself from killing The King.

TW: Extreme body horror and blood and grossness.

They're in a cave.

It's dark, and damp, and far too quiet, so despite the fact that their quest was successful, The King, his manservant, and Camelot's six best knights are still slightly on edge.

The traps had been circumvented, the artefact had been collected, the curse had been broken, and they were on their way home, but the buzz of dark magic hums through Merlin and Sir Mordred’s skulls, and the uneasy looks they keep sending each other worry Sir Lancelot and Sir Gwaine, which in turn worries everyone else.

Gwaine doesn’t know about Merlin’s magic, though he does know that the younger man has a lot more to do with Camelot’s (and Arthur’s) continued survival than he lets on. He won’t push, he won’t ask, but he’s an observant man who places all of his faith in Merlin, so if covering for him whenever Arthur casually asks if he saw the servant at the tavern, or supporting Lancelot whenever he makes a loud comment based on Merlin’s subtle whispered suggestion, is all he can do? Fine. He’ll do it.

Merlin’s face when he does so is always a little bit heartbreaking. He’s clearly grateful, for the trust, for the back up, for the belief, but Gwaine can see the desperation in his expression. Guilt and fear and apprehension all rolled into one, covered with a weak smile and a cheeky wink. Gwaine always pretends not to notice, and he can tell that sometimes Merlin is more grateful for that than he is for the original help.

Merlin’s stiffening back and faltered step finally persuades Gwaine that it’s time to step in again, but before he can loudly ask the group if anything feels off, a deep rumble echoes from below their feet.

It’s quiet to start with and the whole group freezes, gazes shifting sharply back in the direction they had come from; it’s only when the rumble suddenly morphs into a loud series of crashes and dust begins falling from the ceiling in aggressive swirls that Mordred yells:

“Cave-in!! We need to go!”

They all begin sprinting down the corridor, desperately hoping that their memory was serving them well; if they were right, if they hadn’t made any wrong turns or miscalculated the distance, the cave exit should be just around the corner. The rumbling only grows louder as they run, and within seconds, pebbles, and soon larger rocks and boulders, are falling from the ceiling.

It’s only Merlin, pushing himself faster so he can catch up to Leon, grabbing his cloak and pulling him to a halt, that stops the older knight from being crushed by falling debris. The curly haired knight widens his eyes for a fraction of a second before taking Merlin’s hand in his own and pulling him to catch up with the others, resigning himself to thanking the servant profusely when they were no longer running for their lives.

Everyone coughs the dirt from their lungs and rubs it from their eyes, hands out in front of them to stop them from running face first into a wall; Arthur’s victorious yell when they turn a sharp corner to see bright sunshine spilling into the tunnel about fifty feet ahead of them spurs the group even faster.

The ground somehow begins to shake even more viciously, and Elyan trips. He trips, and suddenly finds himself lifted in the air, only for a second, before he lands solidly on his two feet again. The knight knows magic when he feels it, and the others know it when they see it, so when the shaking stops all of a sudden, the dust frozen in the air and boulders shaking above their heads, they halt in their tracks.

Merlin, at the back of the group, lets out a pained groan, and all of their heads whip around, every single one of them panicking at the thought that their friend had been crushed or captured by some evil sorcerer. Their view of him is quickly blocked by Lancelot, though they can all see the servant’s shaking arms above his head, palms facing the no-longer-crumbling ceiling.

Gwaine is the first to step forward, cautious but quick, and he takes in a gasp at Merlin’s golden eyes. Lancelot doesn’t even spare him a glance, hands on Merlin’s shoulders as he lets out panicked whispers:

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Merlin, come on, you can’t hold this.”

Merlin just groans again, the sweat gathering on his brow as he grinds his teeth together, barely even paying attention to Lancelot, and paying even less attention when Arthur finally steps sideways, sharply inhaling at the obvious display of sorcery. Everyone seems to have gathered what’s going on now, and their gazes are ripped from the struggling servant when Arthur clenches his fists and harshly sneers:

“You’re a sorcerer! How long? How long have you been betraying me?!”

When the King takes a threatening step towards him, Gwaine moves to be in his way, landing a strong hand on his shoulder and responding with equal anger:

“He’s not betraying you, you arsehole, he just saved all of our lives.”

Arthur throws his hand off violently and it’s only Leon’s quick reaction that stops him from punching the knight, though Gwaine looks as if he’d rather enjoy the fight. Lancelot turns his head quickly, scowling at both of them but not releasing his hold on Merlin as he rushes out:

“We don’t have time for this, we need to figure out how to get out.”

The King doesn’t seem to take in his words, just stares at him with disgust as he notices the way he’s practically holding Merlin up:

“And you knew? You’re a traitor too then?”

The ground shakes, only briefly, but it’s enough to remind everyone of the situation at hand, and Percival jumps in, ignoring Arthur’s anger and Gwaine’s mistrust as he puts a supporting hand on Merlin’s ribs:

“Can you move whilst holding it up? We’re about thirty feet from the exit.”

Merlin just shakes his head, eyes clenched tightly shut and jaw so tense that Lance worries about the state of his teeth. He takes in a ragged breath, sounding as if he has gravel in his lungs, as he stutters out:

“Can’t... you leave.... run.”

Arthur lets out a loud growl, and Gwaine turns to him in anger, but before he can throw an insult (or a punch) the ground shakes again; Mordred only just manages to grab Percival’s hand and sharply pull him down before his skull is caved in by the ceiling falling half a metre.

Merlin lets out another loud whine, and Lancelot releases a sharp breath at the trickle of blood coming from his nose. The knight’s voice is desperate as he speaks:

“Come on, Merlin, use that big brain of yours, how do we get out? You’ve dealt with worse.”

Merlin can only shake his head again, and a crack echoes down the corridor as he screams. One of his arms falls limply to his side and the knights notice with growing horror the odd angle of his collar bone and the lumps of bone under his skin. Tears leak from his eyes as he groans and his breath deepens, only managing to yell one word in his agony:

“RUN!”

The shout jolts the knights out of their terror, but Arthur seems to ignore him again:

“You’re a fucking trai-”

Gwaine does manage to throw a punch this time, but Leon pulls Arthur back before he can retaliate, dragging him back a few steps. Mordred grabs Lancelot’s arm, muttering so only the knight can hear:

“He’ll be fine, remember? We will not, we need to go.”

Lancelot gives Merlin a tender kiss on the forehead, muttering whispered desperate apologies to his best friend before turning and shooing Percival back down the corridor:

“Go, go! We need to go, he can’t hold it much longer!”

Arthur is suddenly reminded of the collapsing cave around him, anger at Merlin morphing into anger at the universe for both making his manservant a traitor, and making him find out in the middle of a life-threatening emergency. He stumbles towards the exit, hand covering his mouth against the dust and pebbles that are falling through the air once more.

Percival and Elyan follow reluctantly, looking back at their tortured friend with tears in their eyes, but move towards the sunlight regardless. Gwaine moves in the opposite direction, planting his feet in front of Merlin and cupping his jaw softly with both hands, resting their foreheads together. He ignores Merlin’s whispered “Go...” and digs his feet in when Leon and Lancelot attempt to pull him away.

It’s Leon that yells:

“Gwaine, come on, there’s nothing you can do!” as the two of them finally manage to force him back, but he thrashes in their hold, screams echoing down the cavern:

“NO! I’M NOT LEAVING HIM!! LET ME FUCKING GO!!”

They only manage to drag him back a few feet before he breaks free, sprinting back towards Merlin. The servant opens his bloody eyes, glancing over Gwaine’s shoulder to see Mordred, Elyan, Percival, and Arthur falling out into the sun. He looks back to Gwaine when he feels his warm, calloused hands on his cheeks again, letting out a pained sob before grinding out a cracking:

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

He lifts his broken arm with a loud yelp, placing his violently shaking hand against Gwaine’s chest and pushing. His eyes flash brighter for a second, his scream guttural and horrifying, but all Gwaine can focus on is the way his body flies through the air with a force he’d never known; within seconds, he, Lancelot, and Leon are having their falls broken by sunlight and soft grass.

He whips his head up, wiping the hair from his eyes with a hand shaking from adrenaline. He can still see Merlin, now on his knees with agony scrawled across his face and blood pouring from his mouth; Gwaine’s brain supplies the explanation that the servant had probably bitten his tongue clean off, with the way his jaw was clenched so harshly. He stumbles to his feet, an outraged shriek bursting forth when Leon and Lancelot rush to grab him once again, stopping him from running back into the collapsing cave. He pulls against them, but it’s no use, and the last thing he sees before the dust blinds him is Merlin’s tired, bloody smile of relief at seeing him safe.

The impact of the mountain falling, even only a few feet, was felt across the entire Kingdom. The sudden earthquake threw all of the knights to the floor and it was only when the shaking stopped that they could finally stand again. It took a few more moments for the dust to settle enough that they could clearly see, but Gwaine’s breath is snatched from him when he looks to the cave entrance to see nothing but rubble.

He immediately rushes towards the cliff face, managing to evade Leon and Lancelot’s grabbing hands and uncaring of the danger of unstable debris. He hands land roughly on the stone, digging the fingers of one hand into cracks, and thumping his other hand, curled into a fist, against the rocks repeatedly:

“MERLIN!!”

His voice almost cracks, but he doesn’t care, continuing his desperate attempt to dislodge the boulders despite the others’ shouted warnings. Percival manages to grip his shoulder tight enough that Gwaine can’t slip free, and yanks him away from the caved-in entrance, but the shorter knight just whirls around in anger:

“What are you doing? He might still be alive in there!”

Percival shakes his head, tears in his eyes, but before he can respond Arthur pushes him out of the way and lands a hard punch to Gwaine’s cheek. The knight’s head rocks to the side, but he’s whirling back again within moments, being held back just in time by Percival before he can retaliate:

“You fucking knew, didn’t you?! You knew he was a traitor!”

Mordred clenches his hands and jaw in anger, but manages to keep any attacks in, verbal or otherwise. Leon and Elyan seem to be ignoring the fight entirely; the past few minutes had seemed to catch up with them as they stare despondently at the fallen debris. Lancelot stands back, looking an odd mix between heartbroken and frustrated, eyes darting around the clearing as if he were waiting for something.

Gwaine squares his shoulders, shrugging Percival off and taking a threatening step towards the fuming King, fists tightly clenched and eyes blazing:

“No. I didn’t know. But he just saved all of our lives, and I bet not for the first time.”

Arthur throws up his hands and turns in a short, angry circle before facing Gwaine again, his voice rising with every word:

“With fucking sorcery!!”

Gwaine takes another step forward, stopped only by Percival’s soft hand on his shoulder as he responds in equal anger:

“Who gives a fuck? Gods, Arthur, get your head out of your arse, he’s been by your side for ten years, sacrificed more than we will ever know for you, and you turn on him in a second when he saves your life!-”

He takes another step towards The King, desperately trying to ignore the tears that suddenly slip down his cheeks, leaving tracks in the dust, as he gestures roughly at the mountain behind him and jabs Arthur in the chest:

“-He’s dead, Merlin is dead, because of you! No wonder he didn’t fucking trust you, look what you did!”

Arthur recoils at that, anger melting from his face in a split-second as his wide eyes move from Gwaine’s face to over his shoulder. His shoulders sag and his eyes finally, finally fill with tears as his gaze darts from one boulder to the next. He gulps, slowly stepping around the grieving knight as his hands begin to shake; Leon finally breaks out of his stupor, stepping towards Arthur and putting his own shaking hand on his shoulder:

“There’s nothing you- we could’ve done.”

Arthur shrugs the hand off, moving closer to the debris as his breathing grows deep and he mutters to himself:

“He... can’t be. No, he’s... he might be alive in there, we... I-”

Mordred, his anger finally boiling over, steps in front of Arthur. The King looks down to his youngest knight and takes a stumbled step back at the snarl on his face and the gold in his eyes:

“My Lord has suffered, once more, at your hands. Part of me wonders if Morgause is right, perhaps there’s no hope left for you.-”

He takes a deep breath and steps slightly away from Arthur again, schooling his face into neutrality as he speaks on a monotone voice:

“-Help is on the way, do us all a favour and keep your sword to yourself when they arrive.”

Arthur is frozen in his shock, as are Leon, Elyan, and Percival, but Lancelot just looks mildly disapproving and Gwaine is too busy unclasping his cloak and unbuckling his belt to notice. Arthur turns around again at the clanging sound, only to see Gwaine dropping his cloak and sword at his feet:

“I quit. I thought you were the exception to my belief that all nobles are corrupt, hypocritical, tyrants... I guess I was wrong.-”

With that, he pushes past the distraught, frozen King, to stand in front of Mordred:

“-What do you mean, help is coming?”

Mordred raises an eyebrow but doesn’t answer, instead nodding over Gwaine’s shoulder pointedly. Everyone turns around, only to take in surprised breath at the group of fifty or so golden-eyed Druids making their way through the trees towards them. Mordred and Lancelot push through the others and jog over to meet them, bowing briefly in greeting and ducking their heads to have a whispered conversation. Arthur is still staring at the cave-in blankly, but Leon stops the others from joining them with a firm wave of his hand. The rest of knights were clearly not in the know, and they definitely weren’t in charge; best leave this to the people who actually knew what was going on.

Lancelot nods to the mountain and Mordred gestures to his own collarbone, a look of confusion on his face. A few of the Druids gasp quietly, staring at the mountain in grief, but their leader, a man that Leon recognises as Iseldir, sighs and nods, looking as though he was giving a short explanation before patting Mordred on the shoulder and finally beginning to make his way to the other knights.

Leon walks up to greet him, and Iseldir smiles and clasps his forearm as if they knew each other far better than they did:

“Good to see you again, Sir Leon, though I regret the circumstances.”

Leon sniffles slightly and nods, trying desperately to keep his professional façade up by ignoring his red-rimmed eyes:

“Indeed. Mordred said you were... here to help?”

Iseldir nods and moves towards the cave-in, sending a short glance to the still frozen King, his expression an odd mix of awed and patient an contemptuous, before gesturing the other Druids forward.

They all raise their hands towards the rubble, eyes golden as they chant lowly. The mountain begins to shake again, though it’s clearly a lot more controlled, and the knights can’t feel it even from only a few metres away; nevertheless, Percival and Lancelot still have to grab Gwaine to stop him from pouncing at them in his confused grief.

The knights all hold their breath, Leon, Gwaine, Elyan, and Percival in confusion, and Mordred and Lancelot in apprehension at what they would see. They know of Merlin’s... abilities. But this... a small part of them prayed that he had died, or that he was at least unconscious. A mountain as a blanket can’t be...comfortable.

After a few more moments the shaking becomes uniform, and boulders slowly begin to extract themselves from the cave entrance, floating through the air serenely and piling up a few metres to the side. The knights all hold their breath as the Druids strain, and Lancelot walks towards the cave with caution. His steps are slow and his hands are held out in front of him, ready to bolt at a moments notice, but he gets to the cliffside just as a narrow walkway through the middle of all the rubble opens up.

He looks back, waiting for Iseldir’s nod of approval before making his way into the darkness. None of the knights follow, despite their desperation to do so, knowing somehow that it wasn’t their place to rescue Merlin. Not this time.

Lancelot is gone for maybe twenty seconds before the others hear his wretched yelp, and it’s barely a few seconds later that he stumbles out of the cave again, pale as a sheet with sweat gathering on his forehead. He quickly staggers to the side, one hand using the wall to hold his weight up and the other resting on his bent knee as he leans over to vomit in the bushes. The knights are frozen in their shock, but tears gather in their eyes once more when Lancelot quickly turns to face Iseldir, wiping a hand sleeve across his mouth haphazardly, ignoring the tear tracks on his cheeks as he speaks desperately, his eyes manic:

“Please, please tell me he died. He... he can’t have lived through... lived through that.”

Iseldir gives him a mournful smile, but before he can say anything, Gwaine makes a dart to the entrance cave. Lancelot quickly steps in his way, digging his heels in and using all his strength to hold the bulkier man back:

“NO! Gwaine, you don’t want to see in there, ok? I swear to you, you will regret it for the rest of your life if you go in there.”

Gwaine pushes against him one last time, but quickly gives up, stumbling back and dropping to his knees with his face in his hands, muffling his cries. Lance’s distraught gaze finds Iseldir again, and the Druid nods:

“His body dies like any other, though we can only pray that it was quick. His resurrection will be incredibly... agonising however; I can appreciate the difficulty in what I’m asking, but might I request you stay at his side as he wakes? Myself and my group have strength in numbers and can hold the passage open for hours if needed, but I imagine he will begin to wake soon.”

Lance nods and moves towards the entrance again. No one mentions his uneasy steps or the way his hands shake. He pauses and looks back briefly at Arthur’s croaking question, but just gives a pointed look to an equally pale Mordred before continuing his journey:

“He’s... he’s still alive?”

Mordred steps in front of The King again, unwilling to let him run anywhere like Gwaine had tried, but it’s Iseldir that cryptically answers:

“No. But he will be.”

The Druid turns back to the cave without another word, re-focusing his magic onto the task at hand.

An odd silence deafens the knights, but if they listen hard enough, they find they can almost hear Lancelot’s gasping deep breaths as he once again lays eyes on... what’s left. Time seems to drag on, the silence getting heavier and heavier, though a long, low groan cracks through the atmosphere like a knife.

Percival lays a comforting but strong hand on Gwaine’s shoulder as everyone tenses, but no one manages to hold in their tears when the low groan gets louder and louder, rising in pitch until it’s an agonized screech.

Leon looks to Iseldir in horror, his eyes wide and his mouth open as he stutters over words he can’t force himself to say; Iseldir looks back at him, and the First Knight sees tears shining in his eyes at his Lord’s pain:

“The vital parts of his body, the skull and brain, the heart, the lungs, the spine, will have repaired themselves first, then he woke up. He will remain conscious whilst the rest of his body stitches itself back together; it is agony like no other.”

The screech halts all of a sudden with a sickening gurgle, the sound distinctly reminding the knights of someone choking on bone and blood.

Lancelot’s shaking voice echoes down the stone corridor:

“You... you can do this, Merlin. It’s ok, I’m not leaving you. Everything’s.. everything’s going to be ok, you can do this.”

At the horror and grief in his tone, Elyan stumbles forward to kneel behind Gwaine, covering his friend’s ears with his hands and pressing his forehead to the crown of his shaking head. Percival also sits with them, closing his eyes against the tears and attempting to breath slowly. Mordred stands still, but his hands and jaw are clenched tightly as he stares blankly at the grass at his feet, flinching ever so slightly at every groan and scream and cry that emerges from the darkness. Leon takes Arthur’s hand, and though The King doesn’t look at him, the tight way he squeezes his fingers is all the acknowledgement that he was still somewhat present that Leon needed.

The sound of Lancelot hiccupping through his sobs can be heard, but that’s quickly drowned out by sickening cracking sounds and more screaming.

Time seems both to drag and to fly by; anywhere from ten seconds to ten hours could’ve passed by the time Merlin stops screaming for good. The knights can’t help but feel selfish for how grateful they are that they didn’t have to watch it; listening to it was enough to give then nightmares for a long long time.

They finally hear a scuffling sound from within the cave and everyone’s eyes comes back into focus as they look up, not bothering to clear their faces of tears as they see Lancelot struggle to walk through the debris, Merlin hanging from his side with his arm over the knight’s shoulder.

Leon is the first to react, darting forward to help the exhausted, blood-soaked knight take Merlin’s weight. Everyone is frozen in horror at way Merlin’s tattered clothes hang off of him, absolutely drenched in blood; not even an inch of fabric has escaped being stained. Leon and Lancelot lay the groaning servant down in the soft grass as the Druids begin filling the tunnel with debris and rubble, wanting to make the structure as stable as possible before they stop holding the mountain up.

The golden-eyed sorcerers step back slowly, untensing when the mountain settles straight away; there must’ve been some sort of old magical trap in the stone, it would be best not to disturb it again if they could help it.

The knights gather around Merlin’s red form, noticing absent-mindedly that it was almost dark, so they must’ve been here for three hours at least. Mordred pushes to the front, his skin pale but his expression blank as he takes a clean rag and some water from his pack (the horses had been left at the entrance to the cave, so they thankfully hadn’t lost any supplies in the disaster). He made quick, but gentle work of cleaning Merlin as best he could, getting the blood off his face and hands and out of his hair. Lancelot pats him on the shoulder with a shaking hand before standing again and stumbling towards Iseldir; the knights barely pay him any attention as he walks off, focused entirely on Merlin’s limp body. No one attempts to touch him, not with the possessive glares Mordred is sending to anyone who gets too close.

The Druid cups Lance’s elbow, his grip surprisingly strong and supportive as Lancelot tries to gather his thoughts and force some sort of sentence out of his mouth. After a few moments, the quiet question eventually comes:

“What now?”

Iseldir smiles at him mournfully, glancing over his shoulder at the gathering of knights before looking back to Lance:

“That is up to The Once and Future King, I suppose. Emrys is exhausted, now that the pain has passed I imagine he’ll be asleep for several days. Look after him until he wakes, won’t you? I have faith that everything will work out in the end, but remember, Emrys, Sir Mordred, Lady Morgana, and yourself always have a place among us, should you want it.”

Lancelot gives him a small smile and steps back, nodding his gratitude at the other Druids before turning around and going back to Merlin, not looking back as they make their way from the clearing and back into the forest. He comes to stand behind Mordred, putting a hand on his shoulder and waiting until the younger man looks up at him before saying:

“It’s almost dark, we need to set up camp. He should have a spare set of clothes in his pack so you and I can take him to the river to wash and change him whilst the others get set up.”

Mordred takes a while to reply, but finally nods. He goes to pick Merlin up, but Gwaine beats him to it, gathering his unconscious form in his arms with more care than the knights have ever seen him exhibit before; Mordred freezes for a second, about to pounce on Gwaine for daring to touch him, but quickly relaxes as he remembers Gwaine’s reaction to... well... everything.

It doesn’t take them long to find a camping spot, Mordred and Lancelot leading the way back into the forest towards the river with Arthur bringing up the rear. Out of tactical necessity or guilt, no one knows, but no one bothers to ask.

Soon enough a fire is roaring and Mordred, Lancelot, and Gwaine have disappeared into the trees with Merlin. Elyan, Percival, and Leon share the occasional worried glance, both at the events of the day and Arthur’s disturbing stillness. It was maybe half a candle-mark after the others went to the river that Arthur cleared his throat and spoke, his voice croaky from tears and disuse:

“How... how long, do you think? How long as he been a sorcerer?”

His gaze stays firmly on the fire, even as the others bristle in slight anger, mistaking his questions for continued animosity. Leon is the first to answer, his tone slow and measured:

“To be that powerful, and to have Druids at his beck and call... a while, I imagine. Sire.”

Arthur nods, but doesn’t reply, and it’s Elyan that speaks next, his eyes narrowed and his tone far less regulated that Leon’s:

“Still plan on punishing him then? Trying to figure out how you should execute the man who just went through hours of endless agony to save your life?”

Leon looks to him sharply but doesn’t say anything, surprised by the normally-gentle Percival’s nod of agreement. Arthur looks up quickly as well, though his expression is one of shock and pain:

“What?! No! I wouldn’t.. I don’t... I just meant, how long has he had to hide? You... Gwaine, he was right. He’s probably saved our lives, my life, a dozen times pulling stupid stunts like that,-”

Arthur’s cut off by the others walking back into camp, Mordred giving him a blank stare as he says in a monotone voice:

“More than a dozen, Sire. Many more. He’s saved your life directly and indirectly hundreds of times. And never has he sought any credit. The two of you together are meant to be the saviours of this world, or so the prophecies say.-”

They all stare at him blankly as he sits down by the fire, Lancelot settling Merlin in Gwaine’s lap before covering them both with thick blankets and settling next to them:

“-Though I find myself running low on faith in you, My Lord.”

Arthur gulps, but stays silent, turning back to the fire again as the other knights stare at Mordred in confusion. He just huffs and rolls his eyes when he notices their questioning expressions, looking to Lancelot and frowning when the knight just nods at him knowingly. He sighs again, glancing to Merlin, still protectively wrapped up in blankets and Gwaine, before looking to The King and beginning to explain in a tired voice:

“Druid seers have been having visions of The once and Future King, that’s you,-”

Mordred points at Arthur, waiting for the blonde to look up and acknowledge the conversation before dropping his hand and continuing:

“-and Lord Emrys, that’s Merlin, uniting all of Albion under your shared rule, ushering in a Golden Age where the magic and the non-magic are once again in balance. Merlin was made aware of his role in these... fates, when he first arrived in Camelot. I also have a role, as do a few others, though no one else is aware of the... specifics.”

Arthur nods slowly, glancing worriedly to Merlin and Gwaine (who is paying absolutely no attention to the conversation, focused only on stroking Merlin’s hair and periodically checking his pulse) before looking into the fire again:

“The magic and non-magic in... balance?”

Mordred nods, the crease between his eyebrows growing slightly deeper as he slowly responds:

“Hmm. Magic is natural and necessary for the universe to function. You though the Gods wouldn’t intervene when your father started culling it?-”

Arthur blinked and sat up straight in his shock, but otherwise didn’t kick off, which Mordred was taking as a good sign, and continued:

“Magic is not evil, nor is it good. It just... is. Merlin is immortal, some say blessed, I say cursed, to be stuck on this earth, forever alone, until balance is achieved. How long, Arthur, are you willing to force him to wait?”

The knights all hold their breath in suspense, staring at Arthur who in turn is back to staring at Merlin. He gulps, blinks a few times, and shakes his head, before looking to Leon:

“How quickly can we make it back to Camelot?”

Elyan scoffs and Percival frowns, looking to the floor, the two of them obviously thinking that Arthur was dealing with this the same way he deals with his emotions: by ignoring it entirely until it became someone else’s problem (usually Merlin’s). Lancelot and Mordred just stare at him blankly, and Leon tilts his head in question before answering:

“About... five days? If we ride fast and don’t detour to the village like we said we would.”

Arthur nods, takin a deep breath as he stares into the fire again:

“Five days, I’ll make him wait five days. We can send a patrol back to the village when we get home, we’ll be too busy planning a... Golden Age, apparently.”

Elyan and Percival look up in wonder, Lancelot and Leon smile proudly, Mordred nods and grins, and Gwaine... well... Gwaine snores.

Merlin shuffles in his sleep, his look of pain morphing to a gentle smile as he curls into his knight’s chest, his soul, for the first time in a long time, finding peace.

THE END!!!

I think the ending might’ve been a little anti-climactic, but I’ve written so many magic reveals and “magic isn’t evil it just is” speeches that... I didn’t really know how to make it interesting or different😅

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Hardly Burglar Material - Bilbo Baggins

Requested by: @donniethescienceguy

Helloooooooo! Can I have a Bilbo x hobbit wife reader where after Thorin insults him (in the beginning when he arrives) she defends him and Thorins like: are you sure it’s the male Baggins we want?

I mean, I still did as what was requested but man, did I not know where tf this was going lmao

I followed quite a bit of the manuscript of the film, the only alteration is when reader confronts Thorin

Warnings: Nothing really. Asshole Thorin. Terrible writing lmao.

Words: 1,796

Pairings: Bilbo Baggins x Reader (female reader) (wife!reader)

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You hadn’t expected your quiet evening meal with your husband to be interrupted but when a dwarf, a big, burly, tattooed, balding, towering one at that knocks your door, there certainly isn’t much you can do.

After the dwarf, who introduced himself as Dwalin, had entered your home and devoured your husbands fish dinner, to which you offered Bilbo your own meal, more and more knocks sounded at the door, each one miffing your husband further and further until he had finally had enough.

“There’s nobody home!” he shouted as another sound came from the front door, arms holding up the abundance of weapons the two brothers’, Fíli and Kíli, loaded on to him.

You felt terrible, watching as your husband becomes frustrated, not knowing what to do other than spectate in concern.

He tossed the items down out of his arms as he stormed towards the door, shouting at whoever was on the other side. “Go away and bother somebody else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is.”

Bilbo closes in on the door. “I-I-If this is some plotheads idea of a joke,” he laughed in disbelief before grasping the door handle in his hand. “I can only say, it is in very poor taste.”

With that, he pulled the door open and in comes tumbling through the doorway a cluster of dwarves, all grumbling and whining at the other to get off of them. Bilbo and yourself, who stood a few steps behind, looked down at the mess of moving bodies on the floor before his feet, dumbfounded expressions on both of your faces.

Movement behind the pile up caught both yours and Bilbos’ attention, and once the tall figure bent down ever so slightly to reveal himself, your face twisted into that of utter confusion as your husband sighs in exasperation.

“Gandalf.”

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Although you were concerned for your husband, you couldn’t help but find the whole situation quite amusing. You found some of the dwarven folk that had invaded your shared home to be quite a fun, entertaining bunch.

Of course, you were concerned about the possessions within your home, hoping that the dwarves leave your home relatively untouched and that your husband wouldn’t have some sort of mental breakdown.

Your uninvited guests had pillaged the pantry of its food. The race of dwarves certainly did have quite an appetite. Even Gandalf had nibbled on quite a bit of food.

The rowdiness of the dwarves had calmed slightly, if only for moment when they downed whatever drink they had. Even the ridiculous and frankly disgusting belching afterwards was calmer than their initial arrival.

Yet that was quickly replaced with plates, platers, knives, forks, and spoons were tossed from one dwarf to another as they sang a merry tune. Bilbo was quick with demanding caution and for things to be put down. Even you were slightly worried for your kitchen utensils.

The dwarves released hearty laughter when you and Bilbo peered into the kitchen and had seen that everything was clean and stacked, Gandalf chuckling along with them as both you and Bilbo simultaneously release sighs of relief.

Then, the atmosphere became tense as three, loud knocks sound at your front door for a final time that night.

The laughter died out instantly and Gandalf spoke quite ominously. “He’s here.”

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You couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly was unsettled you so much when it came to the dark-haired dwarf who sat at the head of the table. Maybe his stature. Possibly his stoic expression.

Most likely the look behind his eyes.

Well, you certainly didn’t like him all that much whenever he addressed your husband.

Most of the conversation between the dwarves and Gandalf became muffled when reaching your ears, certainly seeing no point in listening in on their talk. The second your husbands voice rang out through the room though had piqued your interest and your attention was brought to the conversation.

They spoke of The Lonely Mountain, the dragon Smaug, how they were on a quest to reclaim their home. Gandalf had produced not only a map of some forts but a key, a key the dwarves seemed to become quite excited about.

You also happened to admire the young dwarfs’ courage. Ori.

Then, the topic of a burglar arrived.

“That’s why we need a burglar,” Ori spoke.

“Hmm, and a good one too. An expert I’d imagine.” Bilbo moves back from peering down at the map, holding on to his suspenders.

“And are you?”

Bilbo glances around to behind him before looking towards the dwarves once more. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert!” Oin spoke cheerily. Of course, the dwarf with the horn to aid his hearing would say as such.

“Me? No, no, no, no, no,” your husband started, eyes darting to each dwarf, hoping his point would get across. “I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

You nodded your head in agreement. As much as you love your husband, he is quite the stickler for following rules.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mister Baggins,” Balin was next to speak. “He’s hardly burglar material.”

You supressed a chuckle as Bilbo, although relieved that someone agreed, looked the tiniest bit offended.

The group of dwarves began to chatter and raise in volume, no words could actually be comprehended by yourself, it all a jumble of noises. Then Gandalf raised out of the seat slightly, his voice booming over the racket the dwarves created.

“ENOUGH! IF I SAY BILBO BAGGINS IS A BURGLAR,” he lowered his voice with each following word. “Then a burglar he is.” Bilbo looked as if he wanted to protest but no words left his mouth.

“Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet,” he continued. “In fact, they can pass by unseen by most if they chose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a Hobbit is all but unknown to them which gives us an distinct advantage.”

The whole discussion about your husband was unnerving for you. You disliked how your husband was talked of like a ploy in some silly game.

“This quest is no place for gentlefolk.” Thorins’ tone was as if the words left a vile taste in his mouth, clearly showing his disgust for your husband. “He probably wouldn’t last 5 miles away from his precious little home. Look at him, Gandalf! He isn’t made for such things, it’s as clear as day. His big feet and rounded belly would slow us down. Your little Hobbit would cry out for home within a day.”

Your blood boiled with each word he spoke, an anger rising in you which you desperately tried to keep down. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and your jaw was clenched tightly shut, but enough was enough.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY HUSBAND LIKE THAT?! NO LESS WHILST YOU ARE IN HIS HOME AND IN HIS PRESENCE!”

Your outburst caught the attention of every soul in the dining room around the table. Their eyes settled on your figure that stepped closer and closer to them up to the point where you stood glaring down at Thorin right beside his seat. Even Bilbos’ eyes were wide and looked almost ready to pop right out of their sockets.

“My husband may not be a fighter like you…you BRASS DWARVES! But he deserves no less respect. I will not stand for someone speaking down on my Bilbo in such a manner, even if they are some king,” you all but spat out.

Some of the dwarves looked offended that you spoke to their leader in such a way, others looked thoroughly shocked, surprised that a small thing as yourself had such a fire in you. Gandalf smirked as Bilbo looked like he genuinely feared for your safety. He had witnessed outbursts from you that scared him before, which were quite rare, you barely losing your temper, but for once, he was terrified of the consequences seeing as it wasn’t at him nor a fellow Hobbit.

But it was Thorins’ reaction that had you confused. He seemed…impressed?

Thorin turned towards Gandalf, a smirk of his own forming on his face. “Are you sure it was Mister Baggins you had wanted to join our quest?”

Gandalf chuckled and looked towards you and your husband, you now joined your side, who was silently scolding you with his eyes but nonetheless remaining the concerned, dotting husband. “I was certain on Mister Baggins being the 14th member of your company, but I would highly recommend you take a 15th as I believe Misses Baggins certainly has something of her own to bring to the quest.”

“They both have a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including themselves. You must trust me on this,” Gandalf finished.

Thorin looked at Gandalf and Gandalf at he for a moment, Thorin evidently mulling it over within his head before finally, he spoke. “Very well. We’ll do it your way. Give them the contract.”

Both yourself and Bilbo began to protest as Balin produced the document. He handed it over to Bilbo who unravelled the parchment and began to scan over the words, your eyes peering over his shoulder to read it for yourself.

As Bilbo and you busied yourselves with reading over the document, Thorin had leant over towards Gandalf to whisper within his ear. “I cannot guarantee their safety.”

“Understood,” Gandalf hummed in acknowledgement.

“You’ll be left responsible for their fate.”

“Agreed.”

Bilbo began to read aloud the text, brow furrowed out of concentration, your own face screwed up slightly, straining to peer at the words.

“Terms; cash on delivery up to but not exceeding 1 14th for total profit, if any. Seems fair, uhh-“

“Shouldn’t it be changed to 1 15th if I were to join?” you questioned aimlessly.

Bilbo nodded his head in agreement before continuing. “Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a government, thereof including but not limited to; lacerations. Evisceration?” He unfolds a piece further, reading before looking towards the group with a look of disbelief. “Incineration?!”

“Oh, aye. It’d melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye,” Bofur quipped with ease.

Many more ‘encouraging and reassuring’ words were spoken by Bofur, unnerving both yourself and Bilbo, though you hid it extremely well. The moment your husband passed out, was when Bofur seemed to finally relent.

“Oh dear.” You looked towards your husband laying on the floor unconscious with concern before turning towards the others with a worried expression.

Valar forbid you allow him to go with those dwarves and that conniving wizard alone.

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years

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What if, before Sans could give her the necklace, another god decided to curse her into another form? Like maybe a monstrous beast? There's plenty of deities strong enough to do things like that for even the pettiest of reasons and she's low enough on the tiers that whoever cursed her would probably immediately forget who she was and what she was turned into. That's all frivolous knowledge now- punishment has been given, end of story. Except it's not- Sans doesn't know where MC is or what happened to her and in her case she might be hunted down by heroes questing for glory

Oh no

anon

why'd you do this to me

now i have to write this

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You don’t even know what you did.

The cave was damp. It was small, it was cold, and despite the fact that all the animal residents had fled the moment you arrived it still stank heavily with the foul collective odours of fur, sweat, faeces and death, the stench permeating the chamber from every crack and crevice that led further underground. It was pitch black, a swallowing darkness... but it wasn’t like you noticed, giant form curled in a corner, matted fur soaked with so much mud and miasma that if it weren’t for your strained breathing you easily could’ve been mistaken for part of the cave floor.

Every monster needed a weakness a hero could use to overcome it. And yours... yours was your near-blindness. Once your sight left the smells and sounds of the world around you became overwhelming, terrifying, painful, forcing you to flee in a panic to the nearest damp hole where everything was muffled as much as possible.

I don’t even know what I did.

Claws. Teeth so big you could no longer shut your mouth. Scales and fur, leather skin, a body so huge you could barely carry yourself, and a horrifying overbearing sensation of fear and hunger. You knew what happened to monsters- the role they played in the legends. Your job was to terrorise innocent people until you died at the hands of the hero. Nobody was going to help you... nobody was going to stop long enough to realise the guttural sounds you were making were merely cries for help.

...

A new smell. At the entrance to your cave. It was... a blue smell, cold and smooth and carrying in on the wind, coming closer. The movement and the presence of someone else alarmed you, frightened you- you dragged yourself to your feet in confusion, forcing your heavy body up on shaking and aching legs, stirring up the rotten air as you turned to face the intruder, jaws hanging open.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

“... oh... oh no...”

The voice was... softer than you anticipated. Gentler. You were bigger than it- you looked down at where it was coming from. But you still hated it.

It was a new feeling you’d been growing accustomed to... in the same way you’d grow accustomed to an infectious mould in a room you were trapped in. Hatred. Hatred toward anything that moved. You were alone, in pain, not understanding what you did to deserve this or why nobody had come to you when you screamed as you transformed. Your friends, your siblings, your mother...

But then again, she’d be ecstatic about this, wouldn’t she? Now she’s famous- the mother of a monster. If I die at the hands of a stupid little God or prince, she has her place in history.

Suddenly, you were imagining clamping your jaws around her torso and tossing her like a ragdoll. You were imagining putting teeth through the ribcages of your siblings. The thoughts brought you joy.

“shh... don’t do that.” The voice said, reminding you it was there. “thinking that way is feeding the curse.”

It started coming closer. You could sense something, an icy shadow falling over you- your jaws cracked open further and a snarl fell out alongside a steaming breath. The sound was so horrible, so ugly, so deep... but then again, every sound you’d made so far had been like that. You were starting to forget what it felt like to open your mouth and hear a voice.

The growl didn’t deter it. It kept coming. The closer it got, the more agitated you became; it didn’t feel like any God you knew. It felt ancient and dark in a scary and overwhelming way, how did it feel bigger than you even though the voice came from somewhere you had an advantage on? In your head, it was like a huge shadowy monster even bigger than yourself was pressing toward you. You started to back away, into the edge of the cave, snarling getting louder... filth-covered hackles raising in warning. It just kept coming, i-it kept, your back legs hit the wall and go away, go away!

You lashed out. Your head lurched forward and your jaws closed, hard, around a boney hand.

...

The other hand touched your snout.

It made you freeze. You weren’t sure if it was some kind of power this Other Monster had placed over you, or if the sensation of being touched was just so... unexpected.

“... what have they done to you, flower?” It... he said. Despite how pristine his dark aura was, he touched your filth-caked muzzle with no hesitation. The hand was small on your face, it slowly moved... up and down.

Comforting you.

“it’s alright.” Even softer; a murmur, trees rustling in the night, gentle on your aching ears. “you’re still you, my love, no matter what body you’re in.”

... You started to quiver. Who are you? You could see eyes, little white dots, despite not being able to see.

“i need you to let go, for me.” He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you still had his other hand in a vice-grip that would shatter a lesser man’s bones. His voice hadn’t become any less soothing. “i know you’re in pain. but you cannot hold on to it... that’s how the change takes hold. you just need to let me help you.”

Let... you...?

... A strange feeling. Like someone was wrapping a blanket around your dirty, wet body. It shimmered, but it felt so nice... and it seemed to lovingly push on your mind, wrapping it up as gently as a butterfly’s wings. The barest touch of tiredness was enough to make your legs quiver and slowly buckle- your belly touched the floor, and he went down with you, still caressing your face.

You wanted to shake the blanket off. You wanted to shake the arms away from you. But... he didn’t let you go... and you were so tired of being wet and afraid.

At least... someone came for you.

“... there. that’s it...” He cooed, stroking the ugly, unnatural mess of fur and scaled and skin that was you. The blanket was getting heavier and heavier... You let go of his hand. He removed it from your mouth, placing one hand on your snout and one on your jaw...

“... shh... let go.”

...

As soon as you went under... the monstrous leathery skin and fangs fell away into a thick ash that settled into a slush onto the wet cave floor.

... He removed the black robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around your small, naked, dirty true form, lifting you up to cradle you in his arms... then vanishing with you into the shadows.

#llama writes #death god sans #fables and romances

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