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greenishghostey · 2 years

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Dungeon Master meet Prop Master | part 1

Pairing: Eddie x Drama Club!reader

Summary: A D&D nerd and a drama geek finally cross paths in their little shared paradise realm - the drama storage room of Hawkins High School.

Warnings: None! Just a good, wholesome meet-cute. There is some suggestive language but nothing is graphic/explicit.

Word Count: 4,639 words (this took on a mind of its own super fast)

Author’s Note: I’ve seen a few fics floating around where the reader is part of the drama class but I hadn’t seen a fic where reader is more behind the scenes, thus spending a lot of time in the drama store room - aka The Hellfire Club room. Also, the official title of the person in charge of props is ‘The Prop Master’ so that worked too perfectly. I couldn’t not go down that route. I was a drama kid in high school so I am definitely projecting a bit but at least I’m being creative with it.

I would like to say a little thank you to @manicpixiedreamcurl , @punk-in-docs and @luveline whose works and amazing writing styles inspired me to get back into writing after a really really long spell of writer’s block.

/// Part 2

The best part of being in charge of the props and the set for the drama club was the fact that you got to keep the coveted storage closet key. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest honour to the others in your club, but that closet and the rehearsal room were your domain. It’s where all the stuff was, the mass of stuff you had accumulated since freshman year for the club. Miss Butler had told you just last week that the place was “starting to look like a dragon’s hoard,” she’d spoken with her usual encouraging smile, so it really lit a fire under your ass.

The rickety shelves were weighed down by stacks of old books you’d found in second-hand stores, some of which were actually pretty good - The Hobbit and the first three Oz books being your current favourites. The floor was cluttered with random small pieces of home decor you grabbed from yard sales around Hawkins - the old ladies of your neighbourhood had basically thrown the lamps, ornaments and doilies at you. There were a few pieces of large furniture that had been in the closet long before you were let loose in it - the usual set dressing stuff, small wooden desks, chairs, dusty rugs.

Your favourite piece that had greeted you as prop master was that big, ornate wooden chair - more like a throne - that you barely got to touch because the Dungeons and Dragons club’s leader had basically called permanent dibs. Eddie Munson was known to be a lot of things around the school and had been for what felt like forever. Freak, creep, cultist, asswipe - all the classics. However, to you, he was a chair hog, but that was about it. You’d never really put stock into the satan-murder-super-cult schtick that everyone and their mother spewed. He was the head of a roleplaying game club with its own fun little shirts, so how harmful could he be?

For how much time you spent building, fixing, or organising props in the theatre room, you would assume Eddie would have crossed your path much more. But you guys always seemed to miss each other, and he was hard to miss, even on a good day. Fridays were Hellfire Club nights, so you would always have to just head straight home after last period. The rest of the week was fair game, and he never dared to stay on school grounds longer than he had to. You’d seen him tearing out of the parking lot yesterday. He nearly rear-ended Carver’s car while blasting Mississippi Queen - part of you wished he had taken the back off of the jock’s car; Jason was a bitch.

It was Thursday, and you were perched by old plywood and canvas backdrops, surrounded by various shades of brown and grey paints - glasses on because this job was gonna require 20:20 vision or as close as you could get. Miss Butler wanted to direct a show-stopping production of The Crucible this year, so you were getting started on some very sad-looking colonial church backgrounds. The painting had always been one of your favourite parts of your role. Sure, brown and grey weren’t the most exciting colours ever, but you had to give yourself some credit; you really knew how to create faux, mouldy wood grain. Working in total silence just wasn’t gonna work, though, so you dug your cassette player and headphones from your backpack and welcomed the silky rasp of Patti Smith to accompany your Arthur Miller-ifying activities.

With ‘So You Want To Be’ blaring in your ears, you didn’t notice when the door to the theatre room was thrown open, and Hawkins High’s resident super senior rushed in.

Eddie quickly started busying himself with the usual Hellfire set dressings dotted around the room. He usually set up on Friday afternoon but had some “business transactions” to deal with before the weekend, so after-school Hellfire feng shui it was. Eddie had dumped his backpack against the plywood backdrops behind his throne and started rummaging through scraps of notes, general lint and some old food crumbs to find his good set of metal dice. They always sank right to the bottom of the bag just when he needed them.

A loud thud bellowed through the theatre room, quickly followed by Eddie’s voice cracking into a yell.

“Son of a-!”

You shot up from your spot and felt your eyes widen at the metalhead, who was currently hunched under a piece of Saint Basil’s Cathedral, “Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay? I am so so sorry!” you scrambled around the backdrops to heave up the fallen pieces. They weren’t heavy enough to do any damage, but you’d been nearly crushed by them plenty of times. Cardboard, canvas and plywood are a bitch.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. Just dinted my spine is all.” Eddie groaned, rubbing his back and stretching like some old man. “Knew you guys hated me using this room but wasn’t expecting a full-on assault.” He actually looked like he might have been injured from the rogue Cathedral piece. Maybe you were just used to things falling on you or stabbing yourself with craft knives.

“Eddie, I’m really sorry. Do you want me to get some ice? The nurse might still be in her office, so I’ll run - I’ll be like 5 minutes, yeah?” You were scrambling for ways to make sure Eddie knew you were sorry. Rambling, really. God, you pride yourself on seeing past his mean and scary persona when others didn’t, but you’d gone and basically winded him with a church tower. Maybe if you took the hallways that the janitor had already mopped, you would be able to pick up speed and slide to the nurse’s office.

Eddie took notice of your frantic state, eyes shifting around the room and towards the door, shoulders bunched up - you looked like the really nervous stray cat, Frankie, that wandered around the trailer park. “Hey, hey. I was just messing with you, specs,” he chuckled lightly. It was a new experience for him to see someone, let alone a girl, get worked up on his behalf in any capacity. Usually, he’d get an insult at worst or a grimace at best. He stood up straight and did a small half-spin so you could see for yourself that he was, in fact, fine. “See, I’m a-okay. Little offended at getting smacked by a church, but hey, it was gonna happen eventually.”

“Oh, fuck you.” You huffed, a smile sliding across your lips, “fuck you, Munson, I thought I’d actually hurt you!” you swatted him with the paintbrush you’d put in your back pocket, a few specks of grey paint hitting his jeans. You turned to make sure everything was secured to avoid another workplace accident. Then, you heard him laugh, it was something between a snigger and a giggle, and it was actually kind of sort of cute. What fresh hell was this?

“Fuck you,” he said, in a high-pitch, mimicking voice - Eddie had jokes now. Brave of him. “Fair enough. I’m sorry I made you worry about little ol’ me.”

“Wasn’t worried. More frantic concern,” you tried to shrug off his playful comment. It did bring a little heat to your face, but he didn’t need to know that. “What are you doing in here today anyway? It’s Thursday; you’re a day early.”

“Ah yeah, well, I’ve got some important business to attend to tomorrow so…” his voice trailed off as he leaned against the edge of the long table. He could have just said drugs, you were quiet around school, sure, but you weren’t a total square. Possibly more of a square with rounded edges.

“By business, you mean weed?” You asked.

“Yeah, weed.” Huh, he sounded a little bit discouraged in his reply but quickly covered it with a chuckle and a smirk. Typical Munson. “You wanna buy or?”

“God, no. I mean, I'm not judging it, but it’s not really my thing. One of my friends said she’s gonna buy from you for Willis’ party on Saturday, though.” Penny had been raving about scoring some weed for that party since Monday. She’d only smoked a handful of times in her life, but the guy she had her eye on was like a chimney attached to a house on fire. His name was Chris or Keith or something that started with a ‘C’ or a ‘K’. All you knew is that he was a glorified benchwarmer for the basketball team and had ‘sexy’ hair - Penny’s words, not yours.

“Is that the redhead chick who makes you run lines at lunch when there’s a play? She’s bought from me before but didn’t know what papers or filters were.” He couldn’t hold back a snigger when remembering how he had to explain the fundamentals of a joint to the poor girl.

Eddie’s laugh was nice, you decided. You couldn’t find a word to describe it other than nice at that moment. Penny could take being thrown under the bus for a minute as long as you got to hear him laugh again. She’d made you read as Romeo one too many times, so, if anything, this was like karma.

Wait.

How did he know what you got up to at lunch? Penny was sometimes a little too loud when she got really into a monologue but you usually distracted yourself with your sandwich and soup when that happened. But Eddie had noticed. He had noticed the heavy-handed performance of your friend, but more importantly, he had noticed you. God, what if he had heard your crappy take on the witches from Macbeth? You’d done voices.

“That’s her, yeah. Her name’s Penny. If you call her “chick” she’ll go nuclear. Just warning ya.” You needed to keep this conversation on track. You liked talking to Eddie. It felt easy. Like you’d always thought it would. “She’ll buy from you, but it’s for this dude she likes.”

“Awww. That is so gross.” He replied in an airy, cooing tone. You’d moved to join him at the table, getting yourself comfortably seated. You really didn’t want to go back to painting. Eddie was actually kind of funny, and not in his usual loud, antagonistic way - you did still enjoy that, obviously, but seeing a new side to a pretty guy wasn’t something you were gonna complain about.

“You going to Willis’ this weekend? Since pennies and some other drama nuts are, I’d assume you are to make an appearance?”

“Drama nuts, huh?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look genuinely miffed at the comment. He was right, though. Everyone knew theatre kids were fucking nuts.

“It’s not a bad thing. Everyone’s a nut about something - sports, drama, music, sometimes math for whatever unholy reason.” He was now sitting on the table with you, leaning back on his forearms like he was getting comfy to stay there for some time. God.

“And what are you a nut about exactly?”

“Getting an answer about your party attendance, if I’m honest.” Oh.

True be told, Eddie didn’t flirt all that much. When he did, it was usually to get a rise out of people or make them uncomfortable. But he’d had at least one eye on you for a while now. You were cute, which was the first thing he noticed - all big wireframe glasses and funky sweaters with weird patterns on them.

The more he glanced your way, though, the more he liked. You were definitely the most level-headed of the drama nuts, reining in their impromptu lunch rehearsals. You were always jotting down notes in your little red, paisley-patterned notebook with “WORK STUFF” written on the front. You also snorted when you laughed at one of his comments in history like a month ago, so that had done a number on him for at least a week.

You were a little weird, honestly. But, he liked weird. Weird looked good smacking him in the spinal cord with theatre backdrops. Maybe you could smack him in other, more friendly, situations. That’d be cool.

“Oh? You’ve got some lines, huh? I thought the charm was only for the jocks and Miss O’Donnell?”

“My charm has many layers, thank you very much,” he smirked, the expression taking up his entire face. This guy’s Dante’s Inferno of charm was gonna have you ready to lose layers if it kept up. Wait, what cesspit of your brain did that thought crawl out from?

“Okay, okay, noted. Back to the weed party. Not really my kinda scene, too busy, too loud.” You smiled, a little sad at your confession. Big parties had never really been your thing, even when it came to birthday parties in elementary school. A cast and crew wrap party was always fun but you knew everyone at those, so it took less effort. Penny had been nagging your ear off for the past two weeks to “let your hair down,” but you knew you’d wind up being a buzz kill, regardless of what hairstyle you went for.

“The weed party? I’m gonna steal that one, specs. Could use it for my summer sales and marketing scheme. Business ventures aside, what is your scene if it isn’t weed parties?” He giggled a bit when he spoke. You weren’t going to be able to forget ‘weed parties’, but, hey, it could be an inside joke between the two of you, like friends.

“Well, this, more or less. It’s all like my own big extracurricular craft project, I guess.” You said, gesturing around the theatre room, glancing towards the storage closet door, the backdrops, the variety of sword props you’d made for Othello last year, and stacks of old paper that you had meticulously aged. It wasn’t much of a “scene”, but theatre was your life. Creating all of those little details that could elevate a play and bring it off the page alongside the actors was a great feeling. Most people didn’t understand why you liked painting backdrops or making stuff out of plywood or foam. Penny tried to. Bless her heart, but maybe Eddie would get it. Maybe he could peek behind the curtain and understand.

“Wait. So like, you make all of this stuff? Dude, seriously?!” Eddie lept up from the table quickly and dashed towards the “weapons bin” - it was the name you’d lovingly given to the big crate that was full of fake swords and daggers from previous productions. Miss Butler loved a good Shakespearean tragedy to get her thespians ready for their future Tony award nominations. Eddie rummaged through the crate and pulled out one of the more “adventurous” pieces you’d made. The blade itself was pretty basic, made from some foam with a wooden base to keep the shape and covered in metallic paint you borrowed from your dad. The handle and guard were what you were really proud of. And, apparently, so was Eddie.

It was an aged gold colour, made to look like the metal had been held numerous times but was still well-crafted. You’d taken way too much time to shape the handle to look like finger grips had been hammered into the gold. There were detailed patterns etched into the guard that you’d done with a craft knife at your kitchen table. It had been a bitch to work on since you’d stabbed your fingers a lot, but it looked fucking sick. Eddie held it like it was real, like it was a gift bestowed upon him by the gods themselves.

“You’re telling me you made this?” He spoke earnestly. It was the first time you had ever heard him sound that way. His big, dark eyes felt like they were scanning your whole body, not just your face.

“I don’t handmake everything, but the swords and other stuff that’s production-specific, yeah, I have to make it.”

“This sword. This sword, here. It’s the fucking crown jewel of our Hellfire campaign right now,” he stated. He’d started running his hand along the fake blade while maintaining eye contact with you and wearing an awestruck look. This must have been another layer of that charm he mentioned because warmth was crawling up your neck. There was an innuendo about stroking a sword rolling around in her head, but you weren’t ready to embarrass yourself that quickly - things were going too well.

“The Sun Strike. The most sought after and powerful magical sword. The guys are gonna use it to destroy this cursed rogue knight dude. Or, at least, that’s my plan. The new freshmen might fuck it up; who knows.” He swung the sword around as he told you all about the tale of the weapon, spinning it around in his hand. Eddie was so weirdly unpredictable - the scary satan worshipper could go sword tricks and was grinning like a big goof.

You didn’t speak for a few moments. You just stared at him and the sword from your perch on the table. This guy really was insane but in the best way possible. He looked like an excited little kid with your prop in hand.

Your parents had always supported your passion for building and crafting pretty much anything your little mind could think of - you’d once made a magic staff out of a gross tree branch you’d found on a hike. However, they never really got the enjoyment and sense of pride that crafts gave you. Breathing new life into something that might otherwise be viewed as mundane or as nothing. Transporting even the smallest object back in time to any period with some paint, some brushes and a whole bunch of all-nighters.

It was more than just fun. It was more than just a hobby. And Eddie Munson, of all people, seemed to understand that loud and clear. He’d even named one of your creations. How adorable was that?

“Hey, specs? Specs? Sorry, I should have asked to use your stuff. I didn’t know any of this was actually made by some-”

“No, no. Do not say sorry. Nuh uh,” you yelled, moving towards Eddie and grasping his upper arms. “The Sun Strike. That name is way cooler than anything I could come up with, so no sorry’s. And - and it's magic? Like good magic or bad magic?” Your quiet shock was long gone, and you started shaking Eddie by the shoulders. The bright grin on your face was infectious as Eddie stared at you, his expression slowly matching yours once the reality of your questions had set in. You were excited and asked him about D&D and liked the sword's name. Eddie had never been concerned about how smoking would affect his breathing, but you had him near gasping for air.

“Good magic, don’t worry. The best kind, actually. Like the light of the world, that type of stuff. Crafted by the fair hands of a Sun goddess herself.” Eddie explained with a lopsided smirk. Fuck, he was so proud of that piece of lore now; he could use it as a line on a cute girl. That had never happened before.

“Was that pre-established, or did you just make that up for me?” You laughed, not giving a single shit about what the answer was because you were a fucking Sun goddess. Now that you had calmed down, you made sure to let go of Eddie before you gave him minor whiplash. You were also becoming increasingly aware that being so close to him was feeling a little too nice.

“Nah, ‘fraid to say that I came up with that when I first saw it last year. But how about we change your name from ‘specs’ to ‘sunny’? How does that sound?” It almost amazed Eddie how easily he was laying it on thick with you.

“Keep ‘specs’ gives me the chance to redeem a name from middle school. Besides, one of the other girls in drama gets called Sunny, so no dice.” You were cursing Sunny to high heaven in your head. Her real name was Mary-anne, and she only got the nickname because her last name was Sunderland. But, you didn’t need to start gaining a God complex over a fake sword, so ‘specs’ you would have to remain.

You and Eddie continued to talk about your projects and if he had worked them into his campaign. Funnily enough, he had only used the gold handled sword since he’d never had a real inspection of the other treasures in the theatre trove. You were starting to grasp the fundamentals of D&D, and you could clearly see how fun it could be. What Eddie did with his club was sort of similar to you and the drama club - transforming, transporting, reviving. While helping him move some new stuff into place for Hellfire Club the next night, you both fell into a calm rhythm. You would suggest setting and props that could work for what he had planned in the session, and he would ‘hm’ and ‘haw’ about the place for them. You’d given him a few more fake weapons - two daggers and a wood-cutting axe - along with some weathered books and candlesticks.

This Hellfire set was one of the best you’d worked on, and it wasn’t even for the drama club. It was still just as theatrical and imposing but was also cosy and welcoming. Kind of like Eddie, you’d realised. After the evening you had spent with the town pariah, you were even more against the vile opinions people held about him. He was a huge cheeseball, inside and out. You had handed him a huge, beat-up, leather bound bible, and he nearly shrieked with excitement as he put it on the table. Behind the hair, the leather and the bite was one of the sweetest guys ever.

Eddie lounged back in his ornate, dark wood throne, surveying the upgraded Hellfire Club set-up. Candelabras, weaponry and some gothic patterned fabric draped over the ladder against the back wall. The place had never looked so right, so good. The best addition to the room, however, was you. You, organising the extra boxes and crates to clear up the space around the long table. You, who was giddy while dashing around the room and trying to get the fantasy-medieval-heavy metal aesthetic just right.

“Gotta hand it to you, specs. You can craft a damn good set. Very metal.” He chimed, giving you a soft round of applause from his throne.

“It’s all pure, raw talent, Munson.” You stated, standing proud with your hands on your hips and smiling smugly. Eddie was still glancing around the room with a look of childish wonder on his face. He’d put on the lights and bathed the room in a cosy, honey glow. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes. Wide, burnt umber, and so full of appreciation. This doe-eyed metalhead was past the point of doing it for you. You could feel the budding beginning of a crush - hadn’t had one of those since freshman year when Patrick McKinney was your biology partner for, like, two weeks.

“You know, I used to think you were just a chair thief. I’ve wanted to put that huge thing on stage for ages, but now I’d feel bad if I accidentally tainted its reputation.” You gestured to Eddie’s throne - you were more willing to call it that now.

“Well, I called dibs like a year before you even started here, so there. This bad boy is dripping in my glamorous reputation. I mean, look at this butt groove.” Eddie proclaimed, standing up quickly to reveal a pretty impressive imprint in the leather seat. You were being encouraged to inspect his ass, and who were you to pass up an opportunity like that. His dark jeans hugged his legs subtly and were definitely doing him favours. “Also, it’s 6:30 now, so we should probably think about vacating the premises. Higgins gets antsy if he senses that I’m around for too long.”

“Shit, it’s that late already? I gotta get home. I promised to watch MacGyver with my mom after dinner.” You quickly grabbed your backpack from behind the backdrops, only for some of its contents to spill onto the floor - your tapes, some almost dried-out pens and your copy of A Wizard of Earthsea.

“Oh ho, what you got there, specs?” Eddie, ever the gentleman, gathered up your stuff but didn’t hand it over right away. A chance to see what kind of music you were into? That was far too valuable. “Some Patti, a solid choice. And… Yes. Unexpected, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Didn’t peg you for a prog rock kind of gal.” God, he was annoyingly good at this. Making you flustered but still comfortable - making you want to match him toe to toe.

“I like cool ladies and funky guitar riffs. I’m very easy to please.”

“Noted.” He grinned. The bastard grinned from ear to ear. And you ate it up. “Anyway, you need a ride home? It’ll be dark out by now, and you can even have stereo privileges.”

Riding your bike home in the dark was always a dicey experience. You’d done it a few times after staying late at school accidentally and ended up walking most of the way since you were too worried that a car would run you off the road. Plus, Eddie had a van, so getting your bike home would be easy too.

And control of the music? That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“That’d be great, actually! I live over on Fletcher; I think it’s kinda close to your place.”

“It’s on my route. So, let’s make like a tree.” Eddie picked up his backpack and headed towards the door, nodding for you to follow.

You had to restrain yourself from practically skipping through the halls. Staying late for theatre stuff was always fun, but it did start to get a little lonesome. Theatre kids in Hawkins loved being on stage, but they weren’t huge fans of being behind it.

But Eddie. He was on the stage, behind it and in the goddamn audience. He had a sort of omnipresent energy that followed him around. Most of the student body saw it as annoying, obnoxious or just plain evil, but you knew better. He was passionate - that was the best word for him. He was passionate about his game, he was passionate about his music and-

“Specs? This your sweet ride?” Eddie asked, ringing the bell on your bike. It was a dull, low ding - your bike was old as balls, and so was the bell.

“Yep. That’s her. Gorgeous, right?” You boasted, slapping the bike seat. The bike had been your mom’s many moons ago, and while it was a senior citizen, it was still a great shiny silver. Isopropyl and a wire brush kept her pretty.

“Maybe a little old for my tastes, but got the silver fox thing going, which is doing- something for me.” There he went again - the invitation, the tease to keep the banter going. You were about to quip back at him when he hauled your bike onto his shoulder. He held it so carefully even though it was just a bike. “Van’s across the lot, so I’ll carry the old girl. Come on.”

You just nodded, maybe a little too excitedly, but better than talking with your foot in your mouth. You jogged a little to catch up with Eddie, falling into a brisk pace with him. It was early October, and the wind was starting to get its bite back.

But you couldn’t help but feel a little warmer when you watched Eddie awkwardly shift himself and wrestle to get your bike in the back of his van.

#my writing #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #fluff #fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #tbh this is also kind of a fix it fic #because i'm bad at writing angst #not gonna lie i'm actually pretty proud of this #Eddie is like my dialogue muse because i was horseshit at writing dialogue that sounded believable before this #Eddie #eddie munson x you

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somethingclevermahogony · 1 month

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WIP Questionnaire

I was tagged by @elsie-writes and @illarian-rambling so I am responding to both of you here!

Unfortunately I have a ton of deadlines coming up so I might be posting a bit sparsely for a few days. But I would still love it if y'all continued to send asks and tag games so I have some things to respond to when I get back (on top of the things I already have to respond to!) Rules: Answer as many (or as few) questions as you'd like!

The Testaments of the Green Sea

Questions:

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

My MC, Narul, I believe was the first concrete part of my world that I created. He started out as this sort of vague character, too big and strong for the world around him, struggling with understanding himself and his place in a world that is so divorced from what it is to be someone like him. The awkward gentle giant is a trope that I just happen to really enjoy. From there I started making a world for him to live in, for a while he lived in the Kingdom of Chisheytal, which later became the City-States of Kishetal, and for a little while I played with the idea that the world of Kobani was actually set in the post-apocalyptic aftermath of a superhero world, and that Narul was in some way related to these ancient superheroes. However as the character and the world progressed, that aspect eventually went away. As far as the world itself goes, Kishetal was definitely the first place to get fleshed out and made into a proper setting.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Frankly I have no clue. Something acoustic maybe? Something relatively chill. For all the blood and destruction in the story, a lot of it is just about the beauty of the landscape. I think it would have to be something original. But if I had to pick, and this might be a bit of a cheat, all I can think of is the song "The Greatest Adventure" from The Rankin/Bass "Hobbit". I think the themes of Adventure, but also finding purpose in the present and taking chances in your life and the people you love is something that is really central to Narul as a character. When I think of the song, I think of a number of characters like Istek, Penetinos, and The Stranger singing it for Narul and Ninma, sort of as a way to encourage them, to push them forward.

3. Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

First and foremost of course is Narul. As a bigger, not necessarily conventionally attractive guy who used to (and to some extent still) struggled with socialization and my own sexuality, I feel like I've written a lot of myself into him as a character. Narul is more expressive than me, particularly when it comes to things like grief and frustration, and so I enjoy using him as a way of addressing some of those issues from sort of another medium. Unfortunately I've made the poor fella an anxious wreck.

Istek is the polar opposite to Narul. He is free and happy, and is able to grapple with and fully embrace powerful emotions in a way that I wish I could. His grasp on life and purpose and love, are things that I wish I could emulate. His energy is a lot of fun to write whether as the daring sea captain or as the forgetful old man.

Ninma is fun, just because writing a little bratty child character is a lot of fun. She has next to no filter, and that's just fun to translate into the story.

Zatar and the Deep Sun are up there just because villains are fun to write about. Lots of violence and angst.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

I'm not entirely sure! I hope there would be overlap with the fan bases for other epic fantasy series, LOTR, Wheel of Time, Etc etc. In some ways I can see a little bit of overlap with Percy Jackson fans if only because of the shared connection/inspiration from ancient mythology. Aside from that I'm not entirely sure, to be honest I'm not all that active in a lot of fan bases so it's hard to say for sure.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Editing! I make constant typos and I brain dump. Editing is such a slow and boring process and one that is made even worse by the fact that I am currently working on getting a Masters Degree and so much of my time is dedicated to papers and research.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are some, there are a good deal of animals that are unique to my setting. However I wouldn't say that animals are necessarily important to the plot, at least not in the first book. You do see horned-rabbits, Flesh-eating Deer, sea-serpents, birds, livestock, etc etc. There are no pets or anything like that. I don't count spirits with animalistic forms.

7. How do your characters get around?

Walking, boats, and horses. Nothing all that exciting.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I am in the process of editing my second draft for book one and I have started on book two. Right now I'm not doing much of anything, finals season doesn't particularly allow for a lot of heavy writing/editing.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

I think worldbuilding will certainly be a big part of what draws people in, but I also hope that people will enjoy the found-family aspect and will be really drawn in by all of the side characters that interact with Narul and Ninma.

And if that fails, there is lots of blood, violence, monsters, adventuring, magic, and queer romance.

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around?

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Tagging @scribble-dee-vee , @patienceofstone , @americanfemcel , @hallowedfury , and @patternwelded-quill as well as any one else that is interested!

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ineffable-rohese · 6 months

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Oh hey, I've gotten a few followers/mutuals, so I guess it's time for a pinned intro post?

Demographic info (because it gives context to my words): Early 40s white fat cis queer poly pagan woman living in the wet corner of North America. My nearest and dearest are almost all trans/non-binary.

Personal (public facing): I'm an Aziraphale-coded hobbit. Like, so cozy and wholesome you might want to puke. I rewatch just the first disc of the LOTR extended edition because I love the Shire so much. I drink Earl Grey with milk and one sugar. (Or a good scotch, cause every Aziraphale needs a little bit of Crowley inside them, right Sheenie?) I read mainly historical fiction, especially anything set in (actual, not fantasy) medieval Europe and I was at one point a medieval music history nerd. I wear cozy sweaters. I love rain on ferns and April flowers. I make soup with things I've tended and harvested. I work a Wholesome AF job. I unironically hug trees. I'm deeply in love with the world.

Personal (in private): I'm deeply kinky. I'm primarily a Sensual Sadist with a significant Dominant streak. I often play as a Panther. I absolutely love consensual violence, and get great joy from hurting people who want me to hurt them. I've only really given myself permission to be that in the last year or so.

Fandoms: I fell in love with Good Omens in 2000 when a college roommate gave it to me. It was genuinely the funniest, greatest thing I had ever read, and I evangelized about it to anyone who would listen. S1 of the show immediately became a comfort show, and it got me through a time of massive loss and upheaval. I put it on when everything was too hard and I needed something that made me feel like everything was going to be OK. S2 - well we're all here still, aren't we? It dropped when I desperately needed One Good Thing for my brain to latch on to as I got through some intense pressure, and boy howdy did it lodge itself in me.

Other fandoms in roughly chronological order: Star Wars (original trilogy made me a child nerd), X-Files (first real social fandom, and intro to fanfic!), Buffy/Angel/Firefly, LOTR, Doctor Who, Torchwood (the only other show I've been driven to write fic for), Sherlock to an extent. OFMD and WWDITS are great fun, though not obsessions.

My Writing: Writing Index Here I'm really enjoying writing right now! I don't know how long this ADHD hyperfocus will last, but I'll take it while it lasts. My goal in writing is to challenge myself, create things I'd want to read, and have fun with it (for a definition of fun).

I'm also definitely working on being comfortable expressing the things I like and want and being unashamed about that. I worry too much about how my 😈 side might reflect on my 😇 side, and honestly, these shades of grey lovelies are helping me with that a lot. It's probably why I love writing Dom Aziraphale so much, because he is just so sweet and good and bright, and also a toppy BAMF who can make demons (and their Bentleys) do whatever he wants and wields a flaming sword against Satan himself.

So yeah, every time I make Aziraphale go to a dark place, and then come back again to being a ball of delight, it's helping me create a map that allows me to do the same (to a, you know, somewhat lesser and more reasonable extent). And when others read and like the things that come from the darkest corners of my brain, it makes me feel seen.

Anyway, you made it this far. Here are my cats for tax. Yes, I have one of each of the Kinds of Cats.

#intro post #pinned intro

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sunbloomdew · 7 months

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my olba mc timeline!

introducing my darling buttercup, Haru Nakamura :D

finally i can post this! i'm very happy to talk about a character i have been working on since may haha. does that mean they are fully cooked? let's talk about something else :) insert why do they call you babygirl meme

you don't wanna know how long was the process of making this one drawing,,,, 1/10, would do it again no question, but god did that take time. here's the sketch for comparison :]

(hopefully) short and concise description of each step below + a couple of songs that i assign to each step, from their playlist because i can and i will

ʰᵃʰᵃʰᵃʰʰᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ⁱ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰᵃʰᵃʰʰᵃᵃʰ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵇᵗʷ

now before i move to each step, i want to take a moment to talk about Haru's name. they are japanese american (their biological parents were both japanese people who moved to california) so i wanted them to have a japanese name.

first their birth name, Kaito. i picked this [快仁] way of writing it. 快 means "pleasant, comfortable, agreeable" and 仁 means "humanity, benevolence and kindness". i chose it as their birth name because of a few reasons:

first, some other ways of writing this name include a kanji that means "ocean, sea". it's an obvious connection to the setting of olba, as well as the character's deep connection with sunset bird, especially in their childhood.

the meanings assigned to the version i chose, describe haru at their core and during step 1 when they use this name. they are a comfortable presence whose greatest desire is to make meaningful, genuine connections with other people (fucking extravert). while they are pleasant they are a people-pleaser as well - part of their journey is to unlearn that.

it sounds very cute and they are the sweetest kid

now the name people actually know them for, the one they feel describes them the best - Haru. the kanji that i picked [春] means "spring, season of growth and renewal" and it's precisely what Haru's 'arc' is about. the meaning and value of their personal growth, understanding themselves and working with oneself instead of against.

a little tidbit about their name: there is a kanji with which it can be written that means "cherry blossom". those flowers are considered as a symbol of spring in japan, usually blooming between the end of march and beginning of may. another fun fact, haru's birthday is on the 2nd of april :]

Nakamura is a surname i chose instead of Last in the game. i thought it would be fun to headcanon that the family's surname is actually from Noelani's side (some Hawaiian last names are Japanese in origin, hence Nakamura). The kanji i picked to write it are [中村] - 中 meaning "in, inside, middle, center" and 村 meaning "village, hamlet". I think of it as a reference to sunset bird itself.

so once we put all of the ingredients together it already forms an image of a character. i've been reading a book by david day "the hobbits of tolkien" in which the author describes j.r.r. tolkien's process of creating the hobbits. it's very fascinating, the way in which he used his philologist knowleadge - digging up the word first and then tracing it's origins and the word family to slowly create the hobbits we know today. my process of creating haru was somewhat similar in methods, though definitely not the process (god no, i am nowhere near tolkien's level). i wanted to mention that because the words we use to describe the world, or in this case characters are important.

i like to think that haru's whole name means "spring in a village", with them being the embodiment of said season, connected to an undeniably summer town. a little bit like baxter, our resident autumn boy stumbled into a seaside tourist town. only in haru's case the lines are more blurry. i think of them as the manifestation of the spring/summer period, when the sun shines brightly and trees bloom but the wind is still chilly and strong.

in any case, let's move further! fairies know i could talk just about their name forever

Step 1: welcome to childhood folks! in step 1 Haru uses their birth name, Kaito, and he/him pronouns. Kaito is a lonely child who wants only one thing - to have a friend. he is too fat, too shy, too different from other kids his age, which leads to him being isolated from them. this plants the first seeds of his insecurities that will follow him into the future. being ignored and laughed at really impacts Kaito, who only wants to make friends with anybody. it makes this thought slowly grow at the back of his mind: "there is something fundamentally wrong with me." thankfully, he has the support of lizzie and their moms and the soothing sound of the waves and the warm sand at the beach, which make his social isolation feel less hurtful.

when it comes to his personality, Kaito is an open-hearted, open-minded kid who is quite shy. he is naive, terribly impatient and impulsive which can be a fatal combination. curiosity is another defining trait of his - not really with any things of an academic nature, but definitely about other people, so much he can be very nosy. despire that he is pretty good at reading social cues and figuring out people's feelings. if only he had enough foresight to actually confirm his thoughts with others - he is prone to assume things solely based off his judgement. he is empathetic and a good listener. his tendencies in people-pleasing are only starting to grow, but it will be a huge problem down the line.

a sidenote about his design: colours chosen for each step hold a meaning. the colour palette for step 1 is a triadic colour scheme with purple, teal and yellow. i chose those colours because they remind me of summer, and in step 1 kaito is at the beginning of his growth as a person. at this point in their life, they are connected with summer as a season the most, because they have yet to begin the process of figuring themselves out and understanding themselves.

Cove moving in is a turning point for Kaito. he changes his life by befriending him. it doesn NOT alleviate the insecurities and doubt still nestled in Kaito's heart. rather he views Cove as someone special for befriending him. the setting for their relationship is Nervous Fond. Kaito likes Cove immediately (as they do with most people, they are very open) but is very nervous about this whole making friends process.

Alright this all probably sounds very angsty but this internal turmoil of Kaito's is (for now) very much in the background. think of it like a box covered with sheets, dusted over and hidden in the attic. step 1 is mostly cute kid shenanigans (and some crying).

Songs:

hawaiian roller coaster ride - mark keali'i ho'omalu, kamehameha schools children's chorus; lilo and stitch original soundtrack

the right amount of dumb - kan gao; finding paradise (original game soundtrack)

i have a hole in my tooth (and my dentist is shut) - dodie

take me anywhere - kan gao; to the moon (original game soundtrack)

second child, restless child - the oh hellos

(the right amount of dumb is like their theme in step 1 because they are a bit of a dumbass <33 silly little kid)

Step 2: ahhh early teenage years. i think 12yo and older is the time when you start to realize how profoundly fucked up reality is and react appropriately! which is exactly what Haru is going through, on top of being obsessed with becoming popular. sigh.

step 2 is very rough for Haru. for one, their insecurities from childhood only grow. they see their inabilty to create a large circle of friends as a reflection of their worth. their self-esteem is at all time low, which is why they do everything they can to cover it up. kids are cruel so they cannot show any weaknesses. in order to cover up their low self-confidence they become very arrogant,they arrive at this conclusion: if they are so unlikable (false) then they only need to pretend to be someone else entirely to make people like them (bruh. teenage brain is a mystery).

and so begins their fabrication of themselves, altering parts of their appearance, personality even giving up and picking up hobbies just to appeal to the 'popular kids'. deep inside they know that this is futile. you cannot make people like you, you cannot make them respect you if they don't no matter how hard you try. but they are so starved for social interactions, that it doesn't matter at the moment. if they get to hang out with the cool kids, if people wave to them in the corridors then what does it matter that the person they are greeting is fake?

those purposeful but forced changes consume them. they are constatly playing a role around people they know but don't trust - they can only relax with their family, Cove and Derek. but even then, they aren't fun to hang out with that much. seeing as they can reveal their true thoughts only then, it makes them constantly angry (at everything, but at themselves the most probably) which affects their relationships with their friends and family.

to them it feels like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. they can't bear their soul to the cool kids group, because that would mean admitting that they are not a person they pretended to be - this loud, out-going, larger than life, perfect person. and in their head they think they can't reveal anything to their loved ones either - it would mean admitting defeat in making friends.

so yeah, the struggle is there y'all. despite all the harm that comes from their behaviour and their environment, they learn a couple of things too. they realize they aren't a mind reader and perhaps asking people about their problems is better than assuming you know what is wrong, even if you are like 99% sure you know. doesn't mean they won't ask in the most blunt, tactless way possible tho. their shyness as if evaporates completely - you're not gonna make it far in middle school being shy. funnily enough, they are a massive people-pleaser. you'd think that this bold, boisterous teen star would be far from it, but every action Haru performs in their school circle is for the approval of others. if there are any mild upsides to their state is that they can fulfill their innate need of connecting with other people. it's not deep or meaningful in most cases but what can you do.

as you probably noticed, the main colour of this step is green. but why? green is such a nice colour, with so many positive meanings... sike! i mean yeah it is, but you know what else green symbolises? greed and envy. i used green for this step to highlight haru's desire of becoming popular not as a genuine dream, not even as a way to connect with others but because of the immense jealousy they felt. of other people who got to have friends that liked them for who they are. of elizabeth especially, who never seemed to struggle with making people like her. in this stage of their life, green is definitely a negative colour for them.

the comfort level in step 2 is Direct Fond for both Cove and Derek. no matter which route i'm deciding on romantically, haru does not have a crush on anyone in step 2, or at least doesn't allow themselves to have.

Songs:

freaks - surf curse

kawaki wo ameku [カワキヲアメク] - minami [美波]

carnivore - starset

stand out fit in - one ok rock

remember my name - mitski

(i especially like carnivore for this step because haru starts avoiding eating meat, cause they don't like the taste that much. the choice of this song is a bit of an inside joke for me, also the lyrics fit very well)

Step 3: we enter era of healing! i'd say in step 3 haru is at a solid 3/4 way to doing better internally. step 2 was their lowest, but now they are beginning to bloom. but growing older doesn't only bring knowleadge and growth, it also brings a new lot of issues to deal with.

Haru has been confronted about their behaviour. the impact it had on others and on themselves (there was a lot of crying and broken confessions, not a good time). as they reached their limit, they finally decided to speak their feelings and accept help from their loved ones.

now, it's hard to simply get rid of one's insecurities, especially those that seemed to be reinforced by the outside world for a long time. they use a strategy as old as time to deal with (not cover up anymore) their low self-esteem - fake it till you make it. some of their arrogance stays with them, as a blanket of security in a way, but they are determined to be confident in themselves.

their growth starts with a somewhat superficial thing but one that they always cared about: their clothes. they were always interested in clothing and fashion but only in step 3 they move a bit further with that interest and begin to make clothes on their own. it's an important passion to them, not only being very therapeutic but also allowing them to express their true self, both in terms of their personality as well as gender.

a major shift in their perception of their relationships with others was caused by realizing, that gaining popularity was not going to make them feel fulfilled. they had always desired deep, meaningful relationships, and while being recognized at school was nice, it wasn't really what they were looking for. this in turn make them rethink their whole "pretending to be someone you're not" business and with their loved ones assistance they figured out that... it simply wasn't worth it.

and because haru is the most impulsive person on this side of the globe, they did not ease themselves into this realization but again forced themselves to abandon their old ways in favor of being painfully true to themselves. and then everybody smacked their foreheads.

haru is a lot kinder to themselves now, courtesy of cove and others, but they still tend to ignore themselves in favor of somebody else. their shyness returned, and they no longer try to force themselves into acting more out there than they are. since the let down their walls, they speak their mind without thinking and are prone into agreeing to things immediately, often finding themselves in uncomfortable or annoying situations.

right now their most pressing struggle is dealing with becoming an adult. they feel as if they had just got peace and stability in their life and yet their friends are leaving or staying, getting jobs, time is slipping through their fingers like sand and everything is different. haru themselves feels very lost and overwhelmed by the future, so for now they latch onto people, their friends, sister and moms and try to spend as much time with them as possible, drowning the sound of their own fear in their laughter. on top of that there is a new guy in sunset bird, who seems to have a bit similar internal struggles to them, and haru feels like they could make a connection for life. i wonder how that will go :]

step 3 colours! they wear a lot of different colours because their style is mostly inspired by the 80s, plus they like to go crazy with the clothes they make. but colours that appear the most are definitely pink and yellow, plus a little bit of green. green appears in smaller amounts and in shades closer to yellow to express it's different nature than the green in step 2. this time it represents growth, freshness and hope.

now yellow is a very important colour that i consider haru's main colour. they are simply inseparable in my head. it was completely gone from their colour palette in step 2, and in step 1 it had more of a golden shade, one reminiscent of summer, but in step 3 it brings forth thoughts of spring more. it is purposeful, as Haru is finally growing into the person they want to be. yellow's positive meanings are among others optimism, happiness, creativity and enthusiasm. but it can also be associated with fear and cowardice and that is definitely something that fits haru in this step as well.

pink is prevalent in this specific outfit, but like i said, the clothes they wear in this step are pretty colourful. still, it holds meaning, seeing as it's also visible in their step 4 clothes. pink is invincibly linked with romance and romantic feelings - something haru allows themselves to open up to in step 3. like most things about them, if they have a crush on somebody their infatuation comes fast and strong, seemingly out of nowhere. but other than romance, pink is a colour of youth and playfulness.

after dealing with all that teen angst, they are very playful. combined with the dread of the future and genuine excitement they finally feel, they are a sweet, sociable person. the comfort level is Relaxed Fond, unless they have a crush on either Cove or Baxter, then it's Nervous Crush.

Songs:

permanence - bears in trees

wishing well - the oh hellos

infinite - lyn lapid

summer depression - girl in red

what if it doesn't end well - chloe moriondo

(i didn't put this song here despite it being the first one on haru's playlist, but teenage dream by katy perry is such a step 3 haru song)

Step 4: sweet woes of adulthood! Haru has grown and grown up but of course, life is a continuous string of things happening and us having to deal with them. some things stayed the same, for example their big ego. from aiming to cover up their low confidence, to actually gaining a healthy amount of it, like in most things they do, they went overboard. and while some of it is still a little bit of a defense mechanism, they are also completely insufferable and a beast of self-esteem. you win some you lose some.

they grew into the person they were always meant to be: free spirited, open, empathetic and creative. even so, they still retain their oh so recognizable traits. their curious, almost nosy demeanor, impatient nature and people-pleasing ways. they are still reckless though not quite as impatient, they learned to be a bit more chill.

haru learned to manage their intense nature. especially when it comes to meeting new people, they realize and respect the fact that not everybody will be eager to form a deeper bond, as much as it confuses them sometimes. they have always been ride or die type of person, but growing up has mellowed them out a bit.

the most growth happened with their way of managing their relationships as well as their perception of themselves. they are a lot more mature and as such manage to maintain their relationships. even if they still sometimes assume other people's thoughts or take up too much upon themselves, they see what they have accomplished and are very proud of themselves.

their struggles now involve the usual perils of adulthood, but mostly keeping up with their friends and making sure everything is alright. other than that though, they eagerly travel and go out of their way to meet even more new people - they do need someone to anchor them, or they will get carried away and eventually step on somebody's toes (or fail to return from another state on a scheduled date).

speaking of their adult relations, baxter leaving was a huge blow to them. like traumatic event rank S type of thing. when they meet again it's a storm lol

when it comes to Haru's other dreams and goals, i picture them with a business that makes custom clothes, like handmade ones. their side job would be helping out cove with surfing lessons and his business. they like to work with other people and are a fairly good leader, but they dislike doing the simple tasks because they are so boring.

last design notes! so there is yellow and pink, a bit of blue and white, at least in this outfit. yellow, pink and white are their characteristic colours, but green finds it's place here too sometimes (to drive home the spring theme more).

like i mentioned, haru's colour is yellow. it's the colour of sunshine, buttercups, the sand and some birds and fish, and most importantly it's the colour i associate with spring (along with green). haru is a character that represents the late spring, teeming with life and joy, intense in growth and weather, downpours or clear skies alike.

i don't think there is much more to say about the colours in this step, as in my opinion yellow is most significant. pink also connects with haru's acceptance of femininity and figuring out exactly how much they associate with it. and blue is the colour of the sky :)

in step 3 they are at Direct Fond or Crush. I like their energy in relationships with other people :]

Songs:

hey blondie - dominic fike; barbie the album

everybody loves me - onerepublic

never gonna not dance again - p!nk

sick of losing soulmates - dodie

rebel rebel - david bowie

dancing with myself - billy idol

(hey blondie is such a bop holy shit you guys- also very much a haru song <3)

wow i can't believe i actually wrote this. i am very particular about my characters so now that i have this sort of "introduction" for haru posted, i can post other things about them! don't ask me how that works, it has to be chronological

if you've read this thank you very, very much <3 and if you didn't, fair i feel you lol. feel free to ask about them if your heart desires :]

toodles~

#my eyes are closing on their own #so tired #but i'm proud of myself for finishing this :]#if you've seen any typos you didn't!!!#mei's kids #olba mc #olba #our life beginnings and always #our life beginnings & always #our life #sunbloom draws #sunbloom talks #<3 #this post is over 3.5k words long btw

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jenniquinn · 7 months

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Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Never in a million years would you even think you would find someone who loved you, let alone love you for everything you were. Someone who loved all the things you hated about yourself. But Eddie Munson did. And sometimes you don't know why. How could someone as sweet and fun loving and sexy love the girl with rolls, hips, and stretch marks. But he loved those about you. Praising you constantly. You loved it but sometimes you would get stuck in your head.

You have been treated like shit by everyone including your family so when sweet, loveable Eddie came along it took time to accept his compliments and love. So when he told you he loved you the first time it was hard to accept. No one has told you they loved you, including your family so you didn't know what to do. So you ran.

He eventually found you down at lovers lake. You look at him "how can you love someone like me" you ask and he looks confused "what do you mean he asks. You sigh while wiping your tears. You could have any girl you wanted yet you chose me why"? He moves so you are facing him. "I know that all your life that you never had anyone show you love or had someone to tell you how beautiful you are, but Y/N you are" he says and you look away before he moves grabs your face to look at him.

"I love that you aren't like all the other girls. I never liked a girl purely on looks but sweetheart I love how beautiful you are. I love your eyes that look at me with no judgement and love. I love your breast that you feel are small for your body. I love the freckles that linger all over. I love your hips. I love your stomach. I know you hate the scars and stretch marks but fuck they make you who you are. I love you thighs especially when I'm in between them. I love the sounds that leave that fucking mouth of yours." After he finishes speaking you pull him in for a kiss "I love you Eddie" "really" he asks and you nod.

He smiles "what do you love about me" he asks now it's your turn to express your feelings. "I love that you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I love that you have no judgement. I love those brown eyes that look at me like I'm beautiful. I love your curly hair and how you let me play with it. I love that you play D&D and are the dungeon master. I love that you reread the Hobbit all the time. I love your mouth and how you always speak to me like no one else has. I love your lips when they linger on my body. I love the way your hand fits just right into mine. I love how affectionate and cuddly you are, that shows me how you really don't judge my looks. I love that you have always saw me for me and not what everyone else wants me to be. I love that you play guitar. But mostly I love that want me for me, you don't want me to change" you finish and he has the biggest smile.

He stands and pulls you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, his around your waist. You look him in the eyes and suddenly he gets nervous. "You ok" you ask and he nods. I was going to do this differently but I want to do this now" "do what" you ask and you watch him fall to one knee. A hand flies to your mouth tears fall down your face. He takes a breath and says "I wanna be your forever So baby will you be my wife now that we know a little better We could have a real nice life

'Cause I'm what you wanted and you're what I need. We're gonna be the greatest love story. So please yes to me" he takes off the ring on his right hand and you nod.

He places it on your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You kiss for what seems like forever "I love you so to be Y/N Munson" you smile "I love you Eddie Munson". You stay in each other's arms for what could only seem like forever. But you now know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn

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autumndasher · 2 months

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The Hobbit Trilogy Random Collected Thoughts (because i rewatched it and wanna ramble)

Over-Hated. Big take away every time I watch it, over-hated

Martin Freeman is the load barring pillar of this Trilogy. His performance is top tier and nails everything he’s given. Personal favourite moments include: “…fair enough” in the Goblin Caves, “Mine!” in Mirkwood, his little “oh… wait a second” with the barrels and the Acorn bit with Thorin

The complaint of “The Hobbit Trilogy isn’t about The Hobbit” I get but it’s still stupid. We do kinda need to know what Gandalf’s doing considering he leaves halfway to Erabor and we need the perspectives of Thorin and the People of Lake Town considering the story of Power Corrupting and Broken Promises being told

I respect them not trying to give deep characterisation to every individual Dwarf but I do wish they gave them a few memorable moments. Like tell me something Ori, Nori or Dori did… tell me which ones Ori, Nori and Dori are. The only waste I’d say is Bofur (the one who talked to Bilbo about being Home Sick before the Goblins) wish he had more Friendly moments with Bilbo, seriously keep your eye on him next time you watch

I like Radagast. He’s weird, likes animals and barges into peoples lifes unannounced with swords, Like Me! And he’s played by Sylvester McCoy, unlike me

Benjamin Cucumber is having so much fun playing Smaug, it’s great. I’m convinced Dragon tastes like ham now

Complaints about the story being dragged out are hilarious coming from the people who praise the LotR Extended Editions as the greatest work of all time

Having not read the book in over 10 years and a passing familiarity of what was changed in the adaptation I’d say a good number are for the better, like Bilbo actually consenting to the journey, Gandalf’s disappearances, Dragon belly scales. List out all the changes and choose 10 at random I think 8 or 9 would be for the better

Thorin’s Funeral and Eulogy should’ve been included, like at least one shot of his corpse on display

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #peter jackson #film review

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ramoth13 · 2 years

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A few thoughts on Arondir, the most Elven... and I have Questions

My greatest fear when I realized the show was being made was the original characters. Are they going to overshadow the canon characters? Are they going to replace them? How will it look?

Well, Arondir fixed that fear very quickly for me. He's perfect! Keen, graceful, and light-stepped, he is exactly what an elf in an age of war would be. I love that he is caring (we see this in the way he doesn't give up the humans when he suspects something bad) and careful and wary. I'm so excited to see him just let loose. Show me the crazy arrow acrobatics, shield sliding, snow walking, orc slaying awesomeness.

And of course, let us not forget his relationship with a human, Bronwyn. In all of Tolkien we see three relationships between humans and Elves (unless you include Earendil, which I've heard arguments both ways, but that's not a can of worms I intend to open) and in every case, it was a Male human and a female elf. This, is utterly new.

This is good. I love this. It's so cool! We've never seen this dynamic in Tolkien's world. The longing, the way he doesn't fit with the other Elve's mindset. Its just so much fun. I can't wait to see how Arondir and Bronwyn develop as characters. The yearning is on point for me.

Now to my questions.... what kind of Elf is he? Is he Silvan? Sindarin? Noldorin? My first thought would be Silvan, as the bark-like armor is reminiscent of what might one day become the forest of Mirkwood. My dearest hope is that he is Sindarin (let's get some flashbacks of Doriath!!! Please show me Elu Thingol and Melian). But they haven't really made any distinction yet between the Sindar and the Noldor, let alone the other various branches.

If he is Noldorin, is he Calaquendi also? And of which house? How old is he? Did he fight the humans that worshiped Morgoth? Did he witness any of the Kinslayings? I need to know.

I'm seeing a lot saying he is Silvan (like Tauriel from the Hobbit, for those only watching the show/movies) as opposed to Sindarin (like Legolas and Thranduil) which is what I supposed based only on his armor, but still. I'd love to hear someone discuss it.

There's so much left to see! Of all of the character arcs I'm most excited to explore, I think Arondir's will take us into the places I most want to see (aside from Numenor).

I look forward to seeing this elf break-bad and get his human gal. Besides, don't we all dream of an Elven lover sweeping us off of our feet? (To you Dwarf lovers, I respectfully note your quick rejection lol)

Galu, mhellyn!

~ Ramoth13

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sailforvalinor · 5 months

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3, 6, and 17 for Tolkien ask game!

3. When did you first come into contact with Tolkien’s work? Who or what introduced you?

My dad read me and my brother The Hobbit when I was maybe nine or so, and then when the first Hobbit movie came out, I REALLY wanted to see it, so my dad took me to see it, and then had me watch the LOTR movies. He likes LOTR, but was never the biggest fan (nowhere near as big of a fan as I ended up being—I had my room painted like a hobbit hole when I was eleven, I was SERIOUS about this 😂), but he did this with me to have something to do together, and even though the Hobbit movies weren’t the greatest, going with my dad to see the premieres are some of my most treasured memories from that period of my childhood.

On the other hand, my dad’s best friend, who also was my youth minister at the time, is a huge Tolkien fan, and I would always go to him to talk lore and whatnot. He also DM-ed a LOTR TTRPG for a little bit for my youth group, which was so much fun. I still think about my Mirkwood elf with a sword and a bow who suffered from harrowing visions of the future…

6 and 17: Already answered!

#thanks for the ask!

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oh my god pls do 73

YES! I am getting my inbox cleaned out and I feel so accomplished. 😁 I hope this was well worth the wait, Danny. Thank you for your ask! I really had fun with this prompt (even if I took a few creative liberties). 👀

A previous love interest/crush/admirer of Bilbo's returns.

The Love of Mahal's Children

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Words: 4004

Bilbo didn’t know if he should be nervous or not. On one hand, it was going to be the easiest thing he’s ever done. Easier even than breathing. To declare before the world and Valar above that he loves Thorin Oakenshield and pledges his heart to him. It was a silly daydream on the quest that he never would have imagined would come close to reality. Yet, here they were. No, the sincerity of the gesture would in no way be a chore, it was remembering all of his cues.

If Bilbo had learned anything about dwarves within his eight months of living in the Lonely Mountain, it was that there was a protocol for nearly everything. So when Thorin gifted him a stunning silver comb, Bilbo immediately went to Balin. In fact, he nearly fainted on the spot to learn it was a courting gift. From there, Ori and Gloin were very helpful in guiding him through the structured steps of courting their king. It had been a long but pleasant two months, and now that all the gifts had been given and received, Thorin would get to declare their engagement before the kingdom. A shiver traveled down the hobbit’s spine.

“Everything alright, Mister Baggins?”

Bilbo smiled at his dwarven shadow.

“I’m alright just…anxious. I hope everything goes okay, and I can move into Thorin’s rooms tonight.”

His guard, Ushmik, merely grunted in response. “We’ll see.” He mumbled.

Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the burly dwarf. Ushmik had been his bodyguard for nearly the entirety of Bilbo’s stay in Erebor. Originally from Erebor himself, he had traveled with the refugees to the Blue Mountains, but something had forced him back to the Iron Hills. He was one of many that had stayed with them after the dreadful battle, and Thorin had rewarded all of them with any position they wished. He was told Ushmik wanted nothing more than to be charged with Bilbo’s safety. An odd request, but then again, many had treated him with reverence, and this was even before his and Thorin’s courting. Thorin seemed to have quite a bit of respect for the old warrior, and had not batted an eye before seeing it done.

“That’s rather pessimistic of you, Ushmik.” Bilbo remarked.

The old dwarf sighed. “I’m rather fond of you, Mister Baggins. I don’t want to see you hurt. It’s my job after all.”

Bilbo’s answering smile nearly split his face. “You know you’re the only one to correctly refer to me as ‘Mister’ and not ‘Master’ Baggins?”

Ushmik huffed out a laugh. “Well I have spent some time in the Shire.”

“Really?” Bilbo gasped. “I had no idea.”

There was something imploring in the dwarf’s expression, but before Bilbo could press the issue, the doors to the gathering hall opened and Bilbo was immediately ushered to the front. There were many in the crowded chambers that grinned or nodded encouragingly, just as there were a few that seemed disgusted. Not all dwarves were receptive to the idea of a non-dwarven Consort, but Bilbo couldn’t change everyone’s mind. What mattered was that the overwhelming majority approved the match, and he had Ushmik for the rest. As the guard took his place against the wall, Bilbo turned back to give him a quick grin before stepping on the dais faced with the proud, hopeful face of the one he loved.

Thorin took both Bilbo’s hands in his own, gently caressing the knuckles with his overly large thumbs, and succeeding in sending his stomach bubbling.

“Ready, ukrad (greatest heart)?” Thorin murmured softly for Bilbo’s ears and Bilbo’s alone.

“I’ve never been more ready.” Bilbo responded breathlessly.

Thorin looked like he wanted nothing more than to kiss him as a ridiculously besotted smile was sent his way. The amazement at being subjected to those from Thorin never seemed to depreciate as he returned it with one of his own. A quick throat clearing from Balin reminded them of the job they still had to do though.

“Erebor.” Thorin’s deep, booming voice commanded even as his eyes never left Bilbo’s own. “I present to you my chosen for your Consort, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, Riddlemaker with Dragons, Lucky Number of the Company that retook our Home. We have completed all the steps towards courting with the exception of family negotiations as he has none here to speak on his behalf. Our engagement shall proceed accordingly, unless any find either of us lacking. They are free to speak now.”

Bilbo couldn’t help the silent laughter as the Company glared down the few dwarves that Nori had warned them might cause a scene. This was honestly just a formality as none could argue with Bilbo’s accomplishments, and the Council had already granted their approval. Thorin smirked as well as he opened his mouth to declare their engagement. This was where Bilbo would have to speak to Thorin’s numerous accomplishments and the strength of such a match. Then they would exchange beads, and head to the feast. However, before any of that could happen, a voice broke through the silence.

“I object to the match.”

Bilbo spun around only for his jaw to drop at Ushmik’s bright red but determined face as he stepped forward. Murmurs broke out from the gathered assembly. Bilbo turned to Thorin questioningly, but the king’s brows were pressed together and his lips forming a thin line. His grip tightened ever so slightly on Bilbo’s hands. The only outward indicator of his upset.

“Under what pretense, Master Ushmik?” Balin asked for them, interrupting the steady stream of chatter around them.

“As an…interested party on Mister Baggins’ behalf, I request the chance to present my…favor.”

Balin shared a look with Thorin who was minutely shaking his head. The older advisor sighed, which had Thorin gritting his teeth.

“So be it. We will take a brief recess to grant you your private audience. Ten minutes at most. Do you accept these terms?”

“I do.” He answered.

***

The entire Company marched into the adjourning meeting room, and once behind closed doors, Thorin began to pace like a caged warg.

“Just what exactly was Ushmik thinking?” Fili demanded the moment they entered.

“Fire him!” Thorin growled at Dwalin.

“I can’t just fire him.” The Captain of the Guards snapped back.

“Now hold on just a moment! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.” Bilbo stated. “Ushmik has been a very kind and loyal guard.”

“Because clearly he’s been pining for you.” Kili smirked.

“Fire him.” Thorin snapped at Dwalin once more causing the bald dwarf to roll his eyes.

“But if that’s the case, why wait until now to do anything about it.” Bilbo groaned, trying not to be too frustrated with his moody almost-fiancé. “He’s been with me literally every step of the way. He could have confessed at any time. Why wait until the most embarrassing situation possible for him?”

Thorin glared at Dwalin the moment Bilbo reminded him of how much time he spent in Ushmik’s presence.

“The best I can do is reassign him. He’s too good a guard to outright fire.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, because he’s been staring at that hot ass for months.” Nori teased as he slapped Bilbo’s behind.

The hobbit jumped with a yelp, his face turning bright red, but the spy had already continued before he could give him a piece of his mind.

“Bilbo has a point though. He’s never done anything that I’ve noticed to even act interested. And even your guards I can catch staring from time to time.” He stated looking over at Thorin.

Thorin’s hands closed into fists at his side, and Bilbo had no doubt he would rage battle against every dwarf who had ever looked at Bilbo at this rate.

“Why don’t I just go in and talk to him like I’m supposed to do anyways? This could all just be a big misunderstanding.” Bilbo attempted to diffuse the situation.

“I don’t know.” Bofur shook his head. “Declaring your engagement before the entire kingdom is mainly reserved for traditionalists and nobles I’ll grant you, but any dwarf worth his stone knows how it works.”

“Besides, he would have seen it done both in the Iron Hills and in Ered Luin so I think that rules out that theory.” Ori added.

“What about his time spent in the Shire? He could have missed any dwarven engagements then.” Bilbo pointed out.

The dwarves around him went still.

“I didn’t know about Ushmik visiting the Shire.” Balin stated. “Did you?”

Dwalin slowly shook his head while Thorin’s face turned redder by the second.

“You…remember him then?” Gloin asked.

Bilbo shook his head. “No, I vaguely remember there was a dwarven blacksmith when I was a child, but not who he was or what he looked like.”

This seemed to make his companions even more antsy.

“Rukhs shirumundu (Beardless orc)! Has he been stalking Bilbo since he was a child?” Kili demanded.

“I don’t feel comfortable with Master Bilbo being alone with such a dwarf.” Dori frowned.

“I take it back.” Thorin growled. “He’s not just fired, he’s banished. That abrâfu shaikmashâz (descendent of rats).”

“Now hold on everyone, let’s not jump to conclusions!” Bilbo tried to interject, but it was too late. His friends were in an uproar.

He heaved a sigh as he approached Bifur, surprisingly, the calmest of the bunch.

“I’m going to have the audience now. Try to keep them from storming in after me until the ten minutes are up.”

Bifur gave him a thumbs up, muttering a quick ‘good luck’. Bilbo silently moved towards the side door, thankful for the soundproofing the stone offered. His relief was instantaneous after he made it into the quiet hallway, which gave his nerves a chance to catch up to him. What if they were right? What if Ushmik did have a romantic inclination towards him, or worse nefarious thoughts about his person? The dwarf had been nothing but kind, but even hobbits of the Shire knew how to hide behind a mask.

However, Bilbo was to be the future Consort of Erebor. He would not be cowed by ‘what ifs’ and he would face his problems head on. Feeling empowered, especially by the sword on his hip and ring in his pocket, Bilbo marched down to the next door where he knew Ushmik would be waiting. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

Ushmik seemed nervous as he fiddled with an object in his hands which made Bilbo’s heart plummet immediately. Please don’t let that be a courting gift. As soon as he caught sight of him, Ushmik’s fiddling grew worse as if nerves were getting the best of him. It gave Bilbo the courage to maintain his cool demeanor.

“I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my engagement.” Bilbo stated.

“Yes, Mister Baggins, I…”

“Because as my guard you would have been with me every step through the courting process, and could have voiced your objections then.”

Ushmik sighed heavily, his eyes downcast. “I know.”

“My heart is set on King Thorin, and I doubt there is anything you can say or do to sway me.”

There was a furrow between Ushmik’s brows, but his eyes remained glued to the item in his hands.

“That’s really what you want? He didn’t even try to bring your family to Erebor for negotiations. Isengrim may only be your uncle, but as Thain…”

“How do you know my uncle?” Bilbo demanded sharply, his eyes narrowed.

Ushmik sighed. “I used to be good friends with your uncle.”

“Not good enough to know he’s dead. He has been for a while.” Bilbo murmured. “Who are you? Really?”

Maybe the Company had been right, and Bilbo had put himself in a terrible position as Ushmik closed his eyes tightly against Bilbo’s words. The hobbit slowly started to back away when the object Ushmik had been playing with through the conversation was thrust into his face. Bilbo was ready to give the dwarf a piece of his mind over the sheer impropriety of trying to force him to accept a courting gift, when Bilbo got a good look at it. It was an old brass button with a ram’s head carved on it. However, that wasn’t what gave Bilbo pause. It was the slew of memories that suddenly, and rather violently, slammed into him.

Bilbo was rather taken with running down to the smithy to investigate the Shire’s newest addition. The burly dwarf was so tall and fierce looking, but every time he caught Bilbo staring he would make funny faces that would get Bilbo ducking and laughing. However, today, he had a surprise for Bilbo.

“WOW!” Bilbo exclaimed upon receiving the wind-up frog. “But Mama says hobbits are supposed to give gifts on their birthdays.”

“Well, I’m not a hobbit. So we can say you gave me the gift of ‘accepting my dwarven birthday traditions’.”

Bilbo didn’t quite understand, but he really wanted the frog and nodded enthusiastically.

“Just be careful of winding it too much. I’m afraid you may never catch it again. Even an overactive squirrel like you.”

Bilbo protested being called a squirrel, but let the dwarf ruffle his hair while he escaped out the back to play with the frog. At first he was very careful about how much he winded it up, laughing in delight as it bounced around him. However, as he became more confident with the toy, he decided to crank the little key, tighter and tighter, giggling as the frog bounced higher and longer.

“Bilbo…” His mother warned, stopping her conversation with the smith.

He looked back over at her in time to see her and the dwarf cry out before the frog slammed into his chest knocking him backwards. Bilbo hadn’t noticed how close he was getting to the river, and he fell back into the current. He screamed as his head went under, but it slammed into a big rock and he knew no more.

When Bilbo awoke again, he was cold, he was achy, and his vision was filled by a brass button with what looked like a sheep on it. He gingerly touched it.

“Baa-button.” He mumbled tiredly.

He heard a gasp from above as the gentle rocking motion he hadn’t recognized at first stopped. He looked up to see the crying face of the smith staring down at him.

“Bilbo? Oh, thank Mahal! You wouldn’t wake, and I was so scared…”

Bilbo felt bad that he was so upset, but he didn’t have much energy to do more than curl up tighter in the dwarf’s warm chest.

“It’s okay. I like your baa-buttons.” Bilbo informed.

The smith seemed to be choking on his laughter. “That’s good. That’s good, lad. We need to get you back home. Your mother must be worried sick, and I imagine we need to have a healer look at that wound on the back of your head. I’ll promise you this though, if you just stay awake til we get to your smial, I’ll give you one of my ‘baa-buttons’. Okay, Bilbo?”

Bilbo had hummed something unintelligible, unable to keep his promise as the dwarf was just too comfortable, and his head hurt really bad. However, that was far from the last time he saw the dwarf. After his heroic rescue, jumping in after Bilbo in the river, Belladonna and Bungo were insistent on having the dwarf over for dinner every night of his stay in the Shire. Even going as far as naming him as Bilbo’s godfather. A title that had moved the older dwarf to tears. He left that winter, but returned every spring except for the one after the Fell Winter and well…Bilbo had a lot on his mind with his father’s illness that year to stop and question why their dwarven guardian couldn’t return.

“Baa-buttons…” Bilbo whispered as he slowly looked up into Ushmik’s weathered face.

He looked so vulnerable, but now that Bilbo remembered, it was impossible not to see it. Ushmik was that very same dwarven smith who had saved his life so long ago.

“Oh Ushmik!” Bilbo cried, throwing his arms around him as tightly as he could.

Dwarven armor wasn’t exactly comfortable after all. However, the warm hug that enveloped him in return more than made up for it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bilbo accused, only to feel slightly guilty at the small stream of tears leaking out from the guard’s eyes.

“I didn’t know how welcome I would be.” He sniffed. “I failed you Bilbo. I wasn’t there for you when Bungo died. Or even Belladonna, Kaminzabdûna (Yavanna) rest her soul. I had been called away to the Iron Hills, and by the time I received Isengrim’s letter…I felt like I was too late. You were already at your majority after all. I didn’t think an old dwarf like me would be of much use in your life at that point.”

“Well of course you would be welcome!” Bilbo cried aghast. “You’re my akhrâmadad (godfather)!”

The use of the Khuzdul term for such an honor had Ushmik ducking his head further in shame as small sobs seemed to hiccup from him. Bilbo smiled kindly as he placed a hand on Ushmik’s arm.

“Don’t deserve it.” He mumbled. “Always arriving too late.”

Bilbo frowned trying to decipher his words when he was immediately reminded of that horrific war that took place before the mountain. He remembered Dwalin saying that Dain had sent some Iron Hill dwarves after them. The reinforcements arrived in time to save Fili, Kili, and Thorin’s lives. There was something else though. About someone protecting his body while he was unconscious…Bilbo’s breath caught in his throat even as a warm feeling spread through his body.

“I believe I do owe you my life once more.” Bilbo stated proudly. “I may not remember much of what happened, but I did manage to stay awake through most of the trip down Ravenhill. So I finally get to keep the baa-button, right?”

Ushmik let out a wet laugh as he nodded. Bilbo gently pressed his forehead against the other dwarf’s in gratitude.

“You know, you didn’t have to interrupt my engagement for this.”

Ushmik flushed bright red. “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I think His Majesty is a great king, but he hurt you. And it just didn’t seem right that he didn’t even try to get your family here to speak on your behalf.”

Bilbo gave him a sad smile. “He offered but…you know how hobbits are about traveling. Besides, there’s no one I’m close enough to that I would want to speak on my behalf.”

Ushmik gave him a calculating look before slowly nodding. “Then, I apologize for mucking things up. I will always want what’s best for you, Bilbo. And you’re sure you feel completely safe with King Thorin…?”

Bilbo’s smile burned brightly before he nodded his head enthusiastically.

“He really is a good dwarf, Akhrâmadad.”

Ushmik’s face burned brightly as he ducked his head at the title. “Oh, I never doubted that…not really. I just am a little overprotective, not that I have any right to be, but I’ve heard rumors about the ramparts and…”

Bilbo’s smile dimmed a little both at the reminder and how Ushmik talked about himself. However, the ramparts were not an issue. Not any longer. Bilbo and Thorin had discussed it…extensively. There were tears, screaming, Bilbo was pretty sure he tried to throw a book at Thorin’s head, but in the end apologies were issued and past hurts were soothed. Time and patience being the best healer sometimes. Bilbo’s eyes turned down to the button in his hand as an idea formed in his head. The eye of the button seemed to be just wide enough.

“Akhrâmadad?” Bilbo interrupted. “Would you be willing to braid your family braid in my hair?”

Ushmik seemed to freeze. “Bilbo…lad, you don’t know what you’re asking…”

Bilbo gave him a gentle smile. “But I’ve lived with dwarves long enough to know exactly what I’m asking. It took thirteen of them barging into my smial for me to realize what I had been missing. Family. And you’ve been my family longer than any of them. Even if we did lose each other there for a while. Please? I’m certain it’s what Mother would have wanted if she were still here…”

Ushmik bit his lip before nodding. “I’d be honored.”

Bilbo happily turned his head so Ushmik could gingerly separate his curls into three sections. Thankfully, Bilbo’s hair had finally gotten to a respectable length for braids. It was as Bilbo handed over the button for Ushmik to weave the braid into before tying it off that his companions came crashing through the doors. At first, they were all stunned into silence by the act, and Bilbo hated seeing the crushed look in Thorin’s eyes. However, once he turned for them to see the braid, a collective sigh of relief was issued from each and every one of them.

“Well that was an unnecessary heart attack.” Dwalin grunted.

“No shit.” Bofur whistled. “Guess this means you don’t have to fire him. Right, Thorin?”

The king approached, still looking rather concerned.

“I’m…confused.” He admitted.

Ushmik shifted uncomfortably, but Bilbo grabbed his hand for comfort.

“Ushmik is actually my akhrâmadad. My mother named him such when I was very young after he saved my life.”

Thorin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the other dwarf in surprise.

“Your Majesty,” Ushmik addressed, bowing low. “Please accept my apology. It was not my place to intervene today.”

Thorin stopped him with a hand to his shoulder as he bowed his head in return. “It sounds like it was exactly your place. I’m sorry I did not include you in the family negotiations, but it is a matter that will be rectified immediately. As well as a room of honor in the royal wing.”

Ushmik held out his hand. “Now that really would be taking it too far. I’m perfectly happy in my station. Keeping this little squirrel out of trouble.”

Bilbo’s nose twitched as the rest of the Company laughed.

“If you manage that, you’ll have to share your secrets.” Nori teased, making Bilbo squawk indignantly.

“In any case,” Thorin chuckled. “I humbly request you join our table for the feast tonight. I feel that I speak for everyone when I say, we’d love to hear this story.”

“That, I can certainly do, Your Majesty.” Ushmik nodded agreeably.

As they started to file out of the room to resume the engagement, Ushmik began to get bombarded with questions about Bilbo as a fauntling. Bilbo couldn’t even groan in embarrassment, too pleased that this was a courting step he would actually get to fulfill. It was more than he ever hoped for after his parents passed.

Thorin took his hand and gave it a small squeeze.

“Before I actually commit to marrying you, are there any more surprises? Any Elvish or Mannish relatives?” Thorin teased, pulling a face at the thought.

“And what if there is?” Bilbo raised an eyebrow. “Would that make you reconsider?”

“No.” Thorin admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I just may not be as amicable to opening up a room for them in our wing.”

Bilbo hummed along. “Well lucky for you, I don’t have any more surprise relatives. At least not that I remember. I’ve learned today that I’ve apparently had a fair amount of head injuries.”

Thorin pressed another kiss, this time to the top of his head, as he promised to take any surprises along the way if he could take Bilbo as his husband. While he had only expected one that day, Bilbo was more than pleased and proud to display both his new braids at the feast that night. A reminder to him that he was well loved by Mahal’s children.

#sunny's drabbles #99 problems but our love ain't one #follower event #bagginshield #i mean...jealous thorin was in there and that was the ultimate goal with this prompt right?#i did it for the last line honestly

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poedameronwifey · 4 months

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A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Third Pov

It had been a few days since that night. The girls had gotten used to riding with Fili, Kili and Bofur. The boys would tell them stories from their younger days. Turns out they got into a lot of trouble. The other dwarves would tell them their stories and the girls really felt part of the company.

The only ones who were not happy about them coming along were Thorin and Dwalin. They had nothing against the girls, they just feel protective over them and want to ensure their safety not just because they are women but because they are the youngest of the group and dwarves were always protective of the adolescence. They know that they are strong but still worry. Thorin has been very distant with Lilith because she reminds him of his lost love. He feels if he remains distant, the feeling would go away but it just gets worse. He hates not knowing why she has such an effect on him.

It was currently raining and everyone was fed up. They all had their hoods up and followed the path with sombre looks. The girls however had no problem with the rain, in fact they encouraged it. Everyone was fed up at this point.

"Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?"

"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard."

Bilbo looks curious. Renée turns her attention to Gandalf and Bilbo's conversation. Kate and Lilith also stopped what they were doing to listen in on the conversation.

"Are there any?"

"What?"

"Other wizards?"

"There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. Then there are the two blue wizards. You know, I've quite forgotten their names."

"And who is the fifth?"

"Well, that would be Radagast the Brown."

"Is he a great wizard or is he more like you?"

The girls tried to hide their laughter behind their hands but were unsuccessful. Gandalf was slightly offended. Kate then just hit the back of Bilbo's head, making him look at her in disbelief.

"Pops, come on be nice. Those are stuff we think not say." She pauses for a second and turns to Gandalf. "Well, are you?" Renee and Lilith couldn't help it anymore and started laughing like hyenas.

"I think he is a very great wizard in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others."

Eventually the conversation ended. After a few hours Lilith got very fidgety and became insanely bored. Renée picked up on this and turned to her.

"You good lils? Want me to play some music to make you feel better?" Lilith just nodded like a little kid saying yes to candy. Kate just chuckled at her while Renée took out her phone and looked through her playlist. Lilith requested a song. Renée put the speaker on high volume and pressed play.

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Lilith was singing along while Renée just moved her head to the beat and Kate was humming. The others were looking at them with so much confusion. Bilbo just smiled at his daughters having fun. Kate then requested a song. One of the old classics.

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Kili and Fili were so enthralled by Renée and Kate. Lilith noticed and smirked at them. Looks like their feelings are mutual. At least she doesn't have to worry about killing them and hiding their bodies. Bofur was interested in how they were able to do that. The girls then explained everything they knew about phones. The others also listened in and asked questions.

"So you can talk to anyone from anywhere at any time with that box in your hand? Amazing." Ori exclaimed with fascination, causing the girls to nod with pride.

"Not just that but you can play music from it and games. You can also take pics as memories from your adventures. It really comes in handy where we're from. We each have one. If you want we can play some more of our music." They all nodded with excitement. Renée then looked through her playlist for something appropriate and fun. She finally found one and pressed play.

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The girls sang the rest of their trip. The others felt a lot better after seeing how happy the girls were. Renée played Whitney, Michael Jackson, James Brown and basically all the classics. The atmosphere changed thanks to the girls and now everyone felt a lot more positive. The Company eventually approached a ruined farmhouse. Thorin scanned the area, before turning to the others.

"We'll camp here for the night. Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them." The group began to dismount. Gandalf wanders into the farmhouse, examining the ruin. The girls huddled together to come up with a plan. They sat away from the group.

"Okay so we need to think of something. We know that there are trolls around these parts but I doubt Thorin's going to listen to us. So we need to put a plan in place. That means girls, we need to come up with some form of distraction. Kate, what do you have in mind?" Renée and Lilith looked at her. Kate started thinking of a good distraction.

"Hmmmmmm. Well we need to wait until they are captured. We can try to keep the trolls busy until Gandalf comes back. But Dad would also need to buy us time. My guess, Thorin's going to make us stay here which gives us a slight advantage. Whatever we do, we need to make sure the others don't find out. Not even Dad."

They nodded and came up with a plan. Meanwhile Thorin and Gandalf were discussing the best move but of course he was stubborn.

"A farmer and his family used to live here."

"Oin, Gloin, get a fire going."

"Right you are". Gloin nodded in agreement, leading his brother into the woods. Gandalf locked eyes with Thorin as he went further into the farmhouse.

"I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley."

"I have told you already, I will not go near that place."

"Why not? The elves could help us! We could get food, rest, advice."

"I do not need their advice."

"We have a map we cannot read; Lord Elrond will help us."

"Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the elves? Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, and the elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather, who betrayed my father?

"You are neither of them. I did not give you that map and key for you to hold onto the past."

"I did not know they were yours to keep."

Gandalf scowled at Thorin and turned around, angry with Thorin. He passed Bilbo, tending to the horses. Bilbo seemed confused.

"Everything all right? Gandalf, where are you going?" The girls looked up to see Gandlf stalking away. They tried to call out to him to stop him but no luck.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense."

"And who's that?"

"Myself, Mr. Baggins! I've had enough of dwarves for one day."

Thorin stepped out of the farmhouse, glowering after Gandalf. Lilith marched up to him. Renee and Kate didn't even stop her, sending glares his way.

"Come on, Bombur, we're hungry."

Bilbo turned to Balin.

"Is he coming back?"

Not even Blain knew the answer to that, making Bilbo even more worried.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Were you dropped on your head as a baby? Are you so prideful and thick headed that you won't even go to the elves for help? They could help us figure out the fucking map but no, you let your pride and ego get the best of you. You are such a selfish asshole." Thorin stepped closer to her with a glare but that didn't scare Lilith. Renee came up to them while Kate walked to where her father was.

"You have no right to speak to me like that. You understand nothing. You are nothing but a child. You shouldn't even be here." Lilith just glares right back at him. She wasn't scared of him. She's dealt with assholes like him before.

"Do you think I give a fuck? I really don't. I'm not scared of you. I've dealt with enough dipshits like you, I'm practically a pro at this point. You think that just because you are some king, you can speak to me or anyone like that? I don't care if you're a god or deity. I wont let you disrespect people when you don't get your fucking way and act like a child. You think we've had easy lives? No we haven't but you don't see us acting like a toddler who just got his favourite toy taken from them. You're the one who doesn't understand. And we aren't children, We're 23 fucking years old." Lilith looked like she was on the verge of tears but she still stood her ground. Renée put her hand on her shoulder and pulled her away from Thorin.

"Lilith that's enough. He'll realise the decision he's made and he will come to regret it. Go sit down now and cool off." Lilith nodded and walked to find a nice and comfortable place to cool off. Renée then turned back to Thorin.

"I hope you realise that you just put us all in danger. We tried to warn you, Gandalf tried to warn but you are too fucking prideful to listen. So don't say we didn't warn you when things turn south. We aren't your enemies so stop treating us as if we are. We're just trying to help you. Now I'm going to make sure Lilith isn't plotting your murder because knowing her, she most likely is. We won't bother seeing as we're such burdens on your quest so we ask that you don't bother as well. Thank you." Renée was calm the whole time and Kate knew she was very angry.

The entire camp was silent and in shock from Lilith's screaming match. Kate and Renée walked to her and did their best to not let her kill Thorin in his sleep. Everyone just went on like nothing happened but Thorin could not get Lilith's words out of his head. He looked at her and for a split second he thought he saw his lost love, Elanor. When he heard Lilith's words, his heart broke a little and he didn't know why. Even now he doesn't understand why her words can have such an impact on him. He shook his head and went to talk to Dwalin. The rest of the afternoon, everyone except Bilbo stayed clear of the girls. They were afraid they might go off on them. The girls were grateful but didn't say anything. They were mentally preparing themselves for what was to come.

Lilith's POV

After the girls made sure I was okay and ,as Renée so lovingly put it, not planning Thorin's murder. I still felt annoyed. So standing up and going to my bag I brought with me everything I needed. From fresh clothes to snacks to weapons. Mom signed me up for all types of weapon training as well as self defence classes along with Ren and Kate. I sigh.

"Mom, why did you have to leave me? Leave us? I know you haven't actually left us and you are still here with us but it's hard. I miss you. So do the girls but... It's not the same. I know you have been gone for a while now and I guess I should be over it but I'm not."

I muttered not realising Dwalin was making his way towards me. I sigh and take a deep breath in. I turn to the girls and Papa.

"Guys I need to cool off. I'm going into the woods for a bit and do some things. So don't freak if you can't find me. And don't worry its not anything harmful. I'm just going into the woods to collect my thoughts. Girls, you know how to get my attention."

I told them, referring to a code that we used when we needed to get each other's attention. It was a high pitched quick whistle. For some reason we learned Morse code and we incorporated both of them. The girls and Papa nodded and softly smiled at me.

Making sure I had everything I needed in my bag I turned to the rest of the company making sure that they didn't need any help. Looking over our camp I noticed that everything was basically sorted. So turning on my heel I made my way into the woods making sure to stay clear of the directions I knew the trolls to be.

After walking for a little bit I found where I wanted to do some training. So pulling out my bow and knives and some other things I set up a target to practise on and got to work listening to music.

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After about an hour of this I take a break. I'm not sweating but I am taking shallow breaths. All of a sudden I hear a twig snap and out of instinct I spin around pointing my blade at the attacker's neck.

"Lass, relax it's just me."

I recognise the voice to be Dwalin. Lowering my blade I let out a sigh of relief.

"Master Dwalin. Sorry. You gave me a fright. Thought you were something else. What can I do for you?"

"Some of the others got worried when you didn't come back. I wanted to take a leak and heard noises. So I followed them and saw you training. I must admit I'd hate to be on the receiving end. You were very good, miss Lilith."

At the unexpected compliment from grumpy pants- I mean Dwalin. I smiled feeling prideful. I smiled and said thank you. At this point we both sat down on a rock that was near to where I was training.

As we sat in silence I looked around at my surroundings. I didn't really do that before but I'm glad I am now. I notice that there is a little stream with some fish swimming in it. Around us the trees sheltered us from the wind so everything was still.

"Lassie, I have been thinking. You seem really good with weapons and fighting. How about I help you train? I think we could both use it?"

Dwalin's gruff voice brought me back. Surprised, I turned my head and looked at him with wide eyes. Shocked, I nodded with a smile on my face. Out of nowhere I heard whistling.

Lilith can you come back please. The guys are getting worried and we don't really know Middle Earth outside of The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings.

Okay I am coming now.

"Come one Master Dwalin. The girls are calling us."

With a confused face Dwalin follows me back to our camp.

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the spare // chapter thirty-three // deatheater!tomhiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 4.5k warnings for this chapter: none, some light smut ig?

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Thirty-Three:

Turns out Thomus really liked The Hobbit. So much in fact that he did want to read the Lord of the Rings, just like I had thought he would. Luckily for him, Mary has them in her collection, and luckily for me, he didn’t ask me to read them aloud to him. He has disappeared into his room and I keep busy… cleaning. With my limitations, it’s about as much fun as a girl can have.

Since it’s a small house, I get through my cleaning pretty quickly. There’s no deep cleaning for me to do because I’ve already done it. Which is a bummer.

I settle in on the couch to read the rest of Louise Bay’s book, and finish it too quickly. The next book I feel like reading is The Great Gatsby. It was one of my favorites in school and I figured I might as well see if it was still just as good.

Thomus is so enthralled with his book that I only see him at meal times for the next few days. Even when I do see him he’s nose-deep between the pages. I sneak in only to change his bandages in the morning while he’s sleeping. He hasn’t asked to sleep with me again and that’s probably for the best.

One night I’d been about to close his bathroom door so I could shower when I notice Remmy in his room, about to give him his shot. Thomus doesn’t seem distressed at all, the book is clearly a good distraction for him.

When I go in to change his bandages the following morning, I notice that he’s almost done with Fellowship of the Ring, based on where it lay page-side down on his chest as he slept, glasses askew on his face. Quickly and quietly, I sneak downstairs and back to leave the next book on his nightstand. At breakfast, he hardly gives me a passing glance, too enthralled in the Two Towers.

And honestly? I don’t mind. I’m glad that he’s enjoying it so much. It makes me feel smug because he’s so taken by something written by a No Maj.

After breakfast, for whatever reason, he decides to sit in the living room instead of retreating back to his bedroom. He takes up most of the couch, and when I’m finished clearing our meal I’m forced to settle sideways in the armchair with my own book.

I sit and read until it becomes too hot for me to focus on Fitzgerald’s words. I consider taking a cold shower, and then feel like an absolute idiot for forgetting about the creek. Before going upstairs to find a bathing suit, I inconspicuously look at Thomus to see if he’s feeling the same way. He just turns a page, not bothered in the slightest, which is what settles it for me.

Not only is it going to be a good way to cool off, but I could have some alone time to practice getting a hold of my magic. It’s been a few days since taking the potion. If I try every day, eventually I should be able to determine exactly how many days it takes to wear off. I had wondered if by getting really emotional, if it’s something I could forcibly trigger. I’ve been lucky so far. All in all, something I’d rather figure out alone.

The bathing suit I find is a deep green two piece. High waisted bottoms, and a tank-like top. It’s flowy and kind of looks like a dress. I section out and twist the top of my hair up with one of those big teethy hair clips. Then I venture downstairs barefoot and with a towel clutched to my chest like a modesty shield.

I try to be quick as I descend the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

Damnit. Every time.

I stop and turn in the doorway, surprised to see he’s actually put his book down. “You know, every time you ask me that, the answer is always the same. I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?” he asks, eyebrows up.

“Well, it’s what the kids call a swimsuit,” I say, and feel the need to explain further. “There’s a part of the creek that looks deep enough to swim in. So that’s what I’m going to do, because if you hadn’t noticed, it’s ungodly hot right now.”

He swings his legs off the couch, sitting up and grasping his glass of water off the side table. “Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little heated.”

I start to back away, hoping I can make an escape. “Yup, well, if you need me feel free to holler –“

“Hold on, I’m coming with you.”

I internally groan. Why is he so good at ruining my plans?

“You have a swimsuit?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed or annoyed.

He stands, stretching. “I can just transfigure what I’m wearing into something more suitable.”

“Great,” I say tightly. “Let me get you a towel.”

When I come back down, he’s shirtless and wearing only dark green swim trunks, not unlike the color of mine. As I hand him his towel, I try to void ogling his chest and so my eyes take in his shirt and pj pants strewn on the couch.

I quickly turn and make my way to the back door. I had contemplated letting him walk ahead of me, but before coming down I double checked in the mirror to make sure my tits and butt look good in this. When I pause at the door, looking back to see how far behind he is, I find he isn’t that far at all. I catch his eyes snapping up to my face, an almost too innocent expression on his.

I bite my lip and step outside. Maybe this trip to the creek will prove beneficial after all, magic or not.

It’s even hotter outside than inside, the sun bright and shining. I almost want to laugh at how pale we both are as we walk through the garden to the path in the woods. Our walk is silent, but not uncomfortable. The excitement about getting in the water is overpowering my nervousness.

We get to a rocky shore of the creek, where I’ve guessed is the deepest part. I remove the safety shield that had been my towel, and lay it in a heap on the rocks. Thomus does the same and I put my glasses on top of the pile.

He’s eyeing me, I guess waiting for me to step in first. I hold my arms close to my body, mainly cradling my boobs, as I step ankle deep into the water. I squeal at its freezing cold temperature.

Thomus laughs. “I’m going to be honest with you, I haven’t swam in ages.”

“Me neither!” I say, smiling back at him. I point to a moss covered boulder across the creek. “I think the deep spot is over there, based on how you can’t see the bottom.”

The water remains shallow as we slowly creep in. Thomus lets the water get to his calves before he decides to just charge in, fully submerging his body in one go. He swims to the other side, touching the boulder.

“You’re right,” he calls. “I can’t feel the bottom over here.”

As he swims back, I find a big flat rock to sit on a few feet below the water. On the rock the water level comes up to just under my boobs and I force myself to submerge them by leaning forward. The boobs are always the hardest to adjust. My pained expression must’ve given it away when Thomus comes to sit nearby in the shallow water.

“Too cold?” he says.

“For certain parts,” I laugh. My hands start to search around my feet for a skipping rock.

“Is the current strong over there?”

He turns his gaze to the stream. “A little on the top, yeah, but I don’t think we’d get far beyond those rocks.”

He’s referencing a cluster of rocks and boulders a little ways downstream, the sound of bubbling water rising to our ears in the calm woods.

“Good,” I say, throwing my first one and watching it plunge noisily on the first dip. “Don’t wanna float away later.”

“You can float?” He finds a stone himself and skips it as well. It jumps twice.

“Absolutely, I have what they call a natural buoyancy.” I wave my arm, gesturing to my body, and laugh. It takes him a moment, but I hear him chuckle. When I glance at him, he’s looking for his next throw, and I groan internally. Why the hell is he so hot?

I try to think of an excuse to talk to him. “If you find a cool rock, let me know.”

“A cool rock?”

“Do I need to explain to you what a cool rock looks like?” I tease.

“I know exactly what a cool rock would look like thank you very much.”

“Yeah, sure, okay. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“What do you want a cool rock for anyhow?” He finds a rock for skipping and it jumps three times across the water. I quickly find my own and throw it, hiding my delight when it beats his by one.

“To keep,” I answer. “Gotta admit I’m a sucker for knickknacks and dust collectors.”

Thomus skips another one, but it plunks after two. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.”

I smile at him. “Thanks.”

Several moments pass where we skip stones and congratulate or cajole each other on our efforts. I suppose he goes through his supply of them, because he’s gradually getting closer to me. So close that our shoulders and upper arms brush as we search. His skin is damp and cold, but still sends a fire across my skin that makes the water extra cold. To my chagrin, I feel my nipples harden almost painfully, and I try to convince myself it’s because I keep dipping them in and out of the cold water.

I notice after a little while that he’s not throwing anything, even though I am. I turn to look at him and see he’s still digging around him. He scoots even closer still until our legs are mingling, half floating from where we sit. His hand starts to invade what I consider my territory around the rock I’m sitting on.

“Hey,” I say, “can ya’ give a girl a little space here?”

He doesn’t look at me. “Yes, of course,” he says, but doesn’t move. Well, he moves, but not farther away. His arms reach behind me and then backtrack to feel around under my legs. Now he’s so close I can feel his breath on my shoulders and the drops of water failing to cling to his hair as he moves around.

If I hadn’t read almost a thousand romance novels in my life, I’d be completely clueless as to what he’s doing. Damn, could he be any more obvious? At least he’s not making this difficult for me. Maybe the line in the sand isn’t as clear as I’d thought it was.

“What happened to keeping your distance?” I ask, attempting to sound flirtatious, glancing at his face. His chin comes to about my shoulder.

He stills and then retracts his hands, like he’s been caught. He leans forward more, his elbow resting on the edge of the rock.

“I don't recall promising anything explicitly,” he says, pretty blue gazing up at me. “I think you must be imagining things.”

“Oh, so you getting closer and closer like you’re after something is only a figment of my imagination?”

“And what is it you think I’m after?”

“Well, obviously it’s that cool rock I asked for.”

A wide smile breaks out across his face and he chuckles. I shift towards him more, my knees bending over his legs. I’ve been smiling throughout this whole conversation and now my cheeks are starting to hurt. My thigh presses right into his hand from where he leans on the rock. Those fingers start to brush back and forth over my skin.

I’m doing a much better job at training my eyes to his face than he is to mine. It’s giving me quite the confidence boost, I will freely admit.

“I have to confess that my intentions are a bit devious,” he says with a casual tilt of his head.

“So what was the agreement we came to?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “I think I’m just a little fuzzy on that.”

“I think,” he says, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray lock of hair dancing in the breeze behind my ear, “that we agreed on no more orgasms – all because you don’t want to keep your hands to yourself.”

He’s totally teasing me right now and I have to force the smile off my face. Mostly because my cheeks really do hurt now.

“Well, I don’t think anything’s changed,” I say and bite my lip. His gaze drops to my mouth and his chest expands with a sharp breath.

“And I thought I’d been doing an excellent job keeping to those terms. I had put all of my focus into that book until you came prancing down the stairs in this” – he gestures to my bathing suit – “enticing little number that just so happens to be in my favorite color.” His expression and tone has grown slightly more exasperated and I cannot stop the giggle that slips out.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, a smile on his face as well.

I pull my lips between my teeth again and shrug. “I’m not laughing.” My hands come out of the water to rub at my sore cheek muscles. “I’m actually really trying to not laugh.”

“You’re not making this easy on me.”

I sigh. “I promise I just wanted to swim.”

He leans closer to me and playfully whispers, “I think you’re lying. You haven’t even swam yet.”

Seeing no other choice, I pull back from him, turning away. “Fine then.” Cradling my boobs again, I crouch in the water, using the rock to push myself further from shore until I can stand up straight. I turn back to him, my feet drifting away from the floor and begin to tread water.

“Happy?” I call to him.

He tsks. “Your hair isn’t even wet.”

I give him an annoyed look. “So demanding! Anything to prove my innocence, I suppose.” Closing my eyes, I lean back until I’m floating. My arms gently glide over the water and my legs move softly, and soon I get lost in the feeling of weightlessness. The sun occasionally flickers over my eyes through the trees and I can feel it’s warmth.

“It really is beautiful here,” I say after a few long moments. My ears are underwater, so sound is muffled, but I still expect to hear his response. When I get none, I open my eyes and lift my head. I’ve floated downstream a little, and Thomus isn’t where I last left him. “Thomus?”

My eyes search the shore line and I call out his name again.

I let out a startled little yelp when I feel his hand grasp mine and start pulling me. His head pops up near the shore and he has a big dumb grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you?” he asks innocently as his other arm circles my waist and pulls me to him. He’s crouched under the water and positions me until I’m sitting in his lap with both of his arms around me.

I have an arm over his shoulder and I take deep breaths. “A little, but it’s okay. At least you didn’t splash me. You’d have gotten a very different reaction.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks. I pretend not to notice the hand around my back sliding down my side to rest on my hip, the other spread across my thigh to hold me to him.

“I get irrationally angry when water splashes my face,” I admit. “My emotions travel at warp speed to pissed off in two seconds flat.”

He gets a mischievous smirk on his face. “Like this?”

I close my eyes just in time as he shakes his head, the water in his hair splattering my face. My hands shoot out of the water to hold him still.

“Yes, exactly like that,” I snap as I open my eyes when I think it’s safe.

Uh, oh. His face is waay too close to mine now, especially when it’s now clasped between my hands.

“Noted,” he says, mirth still alight in his eyes, “for the future.”

I feel my lips twitch in an attempt to smile. “Mm-hm, right… “ my voice is faint because my attention is roaming his face. God, his lips are so close right now and his eyes –

His eyes are staring right back at me. The lids are lowering and his eyes are darkening.

But he’s not making a move. He’s not leaning closer, he’s not asking for anything. I know that if I wanted to stop, he’d let me go.

The only problem is, I don’t want to let him go. I want the exact opposite.

My hands go from holding the sides of his face to threading into the back of his wet hair and I pull his face to mine. His grip on me tightens and his mouth is pliant beneath my lips, eager for what I have to offer. I kiss him as much as I want. Enjoying his touch, enjoying how he feels, how he smells. I think in the house I’d gone nose blind to his devastating smell. The creek water has refreshed my senses and now I can smell nothing but him.

The water makes it easy for me to float around and without breaking this kiss, I shift until my legs are around his hips. My arms are draped over his shoulders and with all my limbs I can easily pull him to me and keep him there. To my delight, his arms hold me just as tight around my waist.

That doesn’t satisfy him for long. As we continue to kiss, his hands slip down to my hips. My swimsuit bottoms had hiked themselves up as I swam, so when his touch begins to explore my ass, there’s not much left to the imagination. Not that he seems to mind.

One of my legs spreads wider, my toes digging into the soft ground, so I can press myself against him. My other heel digs into his backside as my hips start to rock, my core desperate for friction. I feel him shift, his feet planting for a better position, and his hips push back. He’s hard and hot and warm and he feels delicious.

He lets out a tortured groan and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s in pain. His lips pull from mine so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. “I’m not touching you.”

One of his hands with a tight grip on my ass releases and feels it’s way up my body to tightly grip another part of me. The palm of his hand rubs against my already painfully tight nipple and I gasp, grinding against him harder.

“Fuck,” he growls before biting into my neck and sucking. My fingers dig into his muscled shoulders. He releases my breast and quickly travels under the rippling end of my top. It glides over my hip until it finds the waistband of the swimsuit bottoms. My mind snaps into awareness when I think he’s going to venture past it. Instead, after brief hesitation, his hand pushes between us down my stomach, cradling the ample area below my belly button.

His lips release my neck and go for my ear. “I need to touch you,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “I want to feel how wet that pretty cunt of yours is.”

I shudder at the use of those crude words and my hands cradle the back of his head.

“I mean, it feels pretty wet,” I say lightly, dragging air into my lungs so I sound more in control than I feel I am. “But we are in a creek so who’s to say?”

The hand down below slides lower, his fingertips teasing the crest of my slit over the material covering it. “Only one way to find out,” he purrs, a darkness to his tone.

“But I can’t touch you,” I whine and tilt my hips, moving his hand away completely. “It’s just not fair.”

“It’s not about what’s fair.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. “It’s about taking what’s mine.” He pushes his hand back down until it’s fully cupping me, his fingers pressing the material tight against my core.

My eyes close and I gasp at the pleasure. I manage to stop myself just in time from saying So take me then. My eyebrows pull together in concentration and I grit my teeth. My fingers dig into his scalp. I take a few deep breaths through my nose in an attempt to calm the fuck down.

“What’s stopping you then?” I ask, meeting his eyes again. His brow is furrowed too, mouth downturned. “Like really? None of the other Death Eaters have problems fucking their Lots. They already think we are.” My fingers tug at his hair and I dive for his neck, running my lips along his jaw. “So why not?”

He doesn’t answer me, and I press on. My tongue comes out to tease him right before my teeth sink into his skin. His breath hitches and he puts both hands at my hips, thrusting his up against me again. They stop mid-thrust and jerkily resettle, as if he changed his mind last second.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks. He pulls me away from his neck so I have to look at him.

I smile nervously. “Is this not a big enough hint for you?”

As his eyes roam my face, he seems to be choosing his next words carefully. “It’s just that it’s going to be… meaningless.”

Oh.

Thomus is worried about me in this situation? He clearly understood what I really meant when I said meaningless. He knows that I want more out of such an intimate act, but that’s not something he can give. He wants to make sure I understand that and be okay with it.

And am I? I know this has been my goal for a while now. To distract him. To keep him here instead of out hunting the Order. I know it’s the only thing that I can do to help right now.

I know that I want him. I know this is what I have to do. Even though he doesn’t care about me, even though he thinks I hold no value as a human fucking being, at least he cares enough about how I feel about it. He cares enough about my well-being - both mental and physical, that I think I trust him with this.

I know this isn’t the ideal situation, but he seems to want me and I definitely want him. I can take this for what it is. This is just… going to have to be enough for me.

So why not?

He’s been waiting patiently for my answer. I’d been silent for a bit longer than I’d intended, and I blink out of my thoughts, giving him a shy smile.

“It’s okay,” I shrug. “Might as well find out if it’s worth the hype, right?”

He inhales sharply, a stiffness in his shoulders easing. “I definitely intend to make it worth your while.”

I bring my face closer to his again. “Good.”

Our lips meet again and he kisses me slowly. My hands roam all over him, exciting by the prospect that I get to touch him with no limitations. But I try to match his pace and be slow. I don’t want to embarrass myself by being too eager.

He tugs the strap down my shoulder and he hikes me up enough so he can bury his face in my chest. When he pops up, there’s a deep read mark on my left boob. He sits back to admire his work and I’d almost be annoyed with him if it weren’t for the look of pure adoration on his face. His eyes travel up past mine to my hair. He reaches up and releases the hair clip, tossing it over his shoulder to the beach. He tugs the other strap down my shoulder. Now my top is loose and I’m half afraid my boobs are just gonna float up out of it.

“Shake your hair out for me,” he commands. Since he took the hair clip out, I do as he says, leaning over slightly until I flip it back up. It falls in waves around my face and I look back at him curiously. His appreciative gaze takes me in from my chest all the way up to my hair.

“Are we gonna fuck in the creek?” I ask.

This takes him out of whatever daze he’s in. His eyes snap to mine and he grins devilishly.

“Not today.”

My giggle eases some of the nervousness that had crept up under his stare and I lean forward to kiss him again. His arms wrap around me and he begins gliding us to the even shallower part of the creek.

Suddenly he breaks our kiss and shoves me away from him. Not expecting that, I don’t have great balance and my head goes under. When I resurface, coughing and snorting out the water from my nose, Thomus is on his feet, clutching his left forearm. His expression has hardened and he’s backing out of the water.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” he asks. I can hear the pain straining his voice.

I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He grounds out his words. “I have to go. I’m being summoned.”

“Are you healed enough?” I ask, unable to keep the worry out of my voice. I pull the straps back up my arms.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” He’s on the shore now, his body turned towards the path. "Oh, here. I found this earlier." He stops and digs through a pocket on his swim shorts. He tosses the small object and I manage to catch it.

I look down at my hand and see I'm holding a rock. A very cool rock.

When I look back up, he's gone.

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