#smaug x reader

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Imagine being a Targaryen and befriending Smaug

(So, this might be long, but I hope you enjoy it. It has also come to my attention that it’s just easy to write reader gender neutral since I rarely have to specify the gender, but this is male reader)

Requested by @weird-addiction​

Warnings: violence, mentions of dead and crushed eggs, mentions of cannibalism, Smaug is kind of a douche, overprotective dragon companion, some fluff, found family kinds of feels, angst, death and war. 

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-After your banishment, you traveled far and wide, avoiding people and hunters who tried to take bounty over your and your dragon’s head. You couldn't let that happen, especially when carrying your dragon’s only egg. 

-You could feel through your bond how your dragon, Skarlax, was getting tired from all the constant running and flying. It wouldn’t take long before she got fed up with it and decided to fight your pursuers. You knew it would only end badly, so you had to find a safe place soon. 

-Your search led you to a witch, who told you about a place called the edge of the world, where rumors said traveling through the mysterious clouds of the sea would take you to another world. It sounded unbelievable and impossible, but knowing your situation and how desperate you were to find a haven, you took the risk. 

-You fed Skarlax and flew into the clouds in the sea. It was a horrid journey. The storm that followed almost took your life, so either the gods decided to be merciful, or you got lucky to survive such a force of nature. 

-You found your way to a place called Middle-Earth. It was such a beautiful place, and you could feel yourself wanting to discover all of it. Other Targaryens always thirsted for conquest, but you always preferred to travel and uncover than try to conquer. 

-However, you knew you needed to find a home for Skarlax and her egg soon, so you traveled to look for a good home for yourself. 

-You found your way to what seemed to be ruins of an old kingdom inside a mountain that stood alone from others. You marveled at the two great statues standing near the entrance, and you couldn't help but walk in – wanting to see more. 

-The sight was breathtaking. You walked through the stone halls, taking in the designs and the beauty of the stone murals and the statues. The city was unlike anything you had ever seen before. It was marvelous, especially when it was underneath a mountain. 

-You studied the old murals and pictures on the wall, trying to learn the story behind the city and its people. You were surprised when you discovered that dwarves used to live here. You noted the size of the old bones and armor you found, so these dwarves were much bigger and buffer than the dwarves in Westeros, and they were considered a different race, not ordinary people with a defect from birth. 

-You were discovering so much, and it made you excited. Skarlax just followed you as you walked around the place. 

-You found an old forge. The room was a mess but perfect for incubating Skarlax’s egg. It also had bigger rooms and old chambers nearby, so you and Skarlax didn’t have to sleep in the same room. 

-You tried to tidy up the place and prepare a fire until you heard your beloved companion growl and hiss defensively. She was unnerved by something like the place was not safe.

-You had been with her long enough to know the nature of her behavior, so you knew she was not smelling another human or a wild animal. It was another dragon. 

-You felt excited that there was another dragon and unnerved because wild dragons were dangerous when they were not fond of humans, so you quickly tried to leave the place rather than trying to find the dragon. 

-You almost reached the entrance till you felt the hall shake, and the mysterious dragon showed himself, his scales gleaming red and his eyes burning with golden flames. You were left stunned as you marveled at his size. He was big. He was bigger than the biggest dragon you knew in Westeros, and there was no doubt his wings could cover a whole village in their shadows. 

-He was a magnificent specimen, but you left your thoughts elsewhere as he did not look friendly when he looked down upon you. 

-One thing you did not expect or think possible – was for him to speak. 

-” Well… little rat. Why the rush?” His deep voice shook you to the core. 

-You were shocked, unable to utter a word. There has never been a recorded dragon who could speak like a human. It was impossible, but then you remembered that you were in another world, so anything was possible now. 

-Oh, how your relatives would have flipped their crowns and heads if they knew there were dragons that could speak. 

-You collected yourself and kept eye contact with the dragon. You apologized and tried to tell him you did not mean to invade his home. You thought the kingdom was empty of life. 

-He seemed amused by your answers and questions if you had not heard the stories about the dragon that dwelled beneath the lonely mountain, sleeping in the stolen treasures of Erebor. 

-You made a quick note of that and explained you were new to these lands and Erebor was your first stop because you wanted to investigate. You had no idea he was there sleeping. 

-You introduced yourself out of politeness, and he introduced himself as Smaug. 

-You tried to think your words carefully since he seemed to toy with you like a cat with a mouse, except it’s a tiny man and a giant dragon. 

-He approached you dangerously like a snake and then noticed the egg that rested against your chest in a pouch. When he saw the egg, he looked agitated and almost demanded to know if you had stolen the egg. 

-You tried to tell him the egg belonged to your friend, but he didn’t seem to believe you and seemed ready to burn you alive. 

-You were too far away to take cover, so you held your breath as his chest glowed with brilliant light, and he opened his mouth.

-Luckily, Skarlax came to your rescue just in time and attacked Smaug. She stopped him from raining fire upon you by scratching his head. Her smaller size allowed her to fly in the hall and maneuver around the enormous dragon while throwing and dodging the attacks.

-Smaug growled and quickly snatched her tail, throwing her away. 

-Skarlax got thrown onto the floor, but she quickly got up, ready to fight. However, you stopped her, speaking to her in High Valyrian and preventing her from making poor decisions. 

-You have always admired her determination to fight for you, but even you knew this was a fight she would not win, so your only hope was coercion. 

-You calmed her down, then turned toward Smaug, explaining she was your travel companion and the egg you were holding was hers. You were carrying it for her as you traveled to find a safe home for yourself and the hatchling inside. 

-You also explained you were from a place where dragons did not speak, so that’s why she was not speaking like him. 

-Smaug calmed down and then asked for your story. Since you gained his interest, you happily told him your story and why you were flying around to find a new home for yourself since you got banished from your old one. 

-Smaug listened to your story. He looked down upon Skarlax as she was protective of you, and she had a saddle on her back, so he did not have anything nice to say about it. However, he was willing to forgive you for trespassing. 

-His race was already under threat of extinction. So he did not wish to harm the egg in your hand and its mother. It would mean he would contribute to the death of his race. 

-He then said you could stay in Erebor since it was big, filled with gold, and you could incubate the egg. It would be safer than in the outside world since people feared dragons. 

-You agreed to his reasoning since Erebor would make a good home for you and Skarlax’s hatchling.

-You promised you only wanted to care for your companion and her future offspring, so you had no interest in his gold or treasures. 

-After that encounter, you finally managed to tie up the old forge and start incubating Skarlax’s egg. Skarlax was not happy with Smaug’s presence inside the mountain, so she was constantly watching the door, guarding you and her egg while having the pissiest face you have ever seen on a dragon. 

-You shook your head since she looked like a brooding child, but you understood her protectiveness. 

-She was mistrustful toward other dragons because when she had her first clutch of eggs, they were crushed and eaten by the dragon named Cannibal. It crushed your heart when you found her mourning and ready to fight the terrible wild dragon, but you stopped her because you knew she couldn’t have won.

-She didn’t give birth to more eggs for some time – until her mate died in a war. His rider brought him to a hopeless battle, and they both got shot from the sky. It crushed her even more, but she was able to give birth to one egg just when your house decided to banish you from the kingdom. 

-You were the only one she trusted, so she allowed you to take it, and you both escaped the kingdom and Westeros. 

-It would be awkward in the future when the tension between you and Smaug was this high, so you needed to do something to soften it up. 

-After resting through the night, you decided to confront Smaug and talk to him. 

-You were nervous when you walked through the stone halls since yesterday’s events were still fresh in your bones. It made you shiver how you almost got burned alive, but when you found the treasury, you were amazed. There were gold, gems, trinkets, and all kinds of treasures everywhere. 

-You never thought such a treasury was possible. There was no way gathering all the gold and treasures into one place in Westeros could even fill half of the hall in front of you. You were pretty sure even the riches pigs would sell their soul to have such wealth. 

-You concluded Smaug was one of those dragons that hoarded treasures, so you began to look for him and call out for him while stumbling on the hoard of gold. 

-You knew Skarlax was watching from the shadows, carefully observing, and ready to act for your safety, so you tried to keep calm when Smaug finally heeded your call and rose from his golden hoard. 

-You were still intimidated by his size, but you held your breath and told him you wanted to talk with him – anything to ease the tension and create a good relationship. 

-Thanks to your experience dealing with silver-tongued people in court, you made Smaug curious about your homeland and its dragons, so you ended up making a decent conversation. 

-He was not fond of the idea of his kin submitting to humans, so you had to give a brief explanation: dragons in your homeland were like your kin – not pets or slaves.

-He found the idea ridiculous but was curious to know more, especially the language you spoke with Skarlax when you calmed her down from attacking him. 

-You told him about High Valyria and how it was like a dragon tongue since most dragons in your house don’t listen unless spoken in that language. Smaug kinda liked it and asked if you could teach him some words in your language. 

-You were glad. It means you have created a good start, so you visited Smaug often and taught him some words in Valyria, and in return, he taught you something about Middle Earth and other races like elves and dwarves. 

-Skarlax was still uncomfortable with his presence and preferred to avoid him. She spent most of the time with her egg after making sure you would be alright by yourself. 

-Smaug asked for her story after observing how spiteful she was toward him, like she hated dragons, and you told him how her first clutch of eggs got destroyed by another dragon named Cannibal and how her mate perished in a war. 

-Smaug was surprised to hear about Cannibal since it was frowned upon to crush and eat a female dragon’s eggs, so he showed some sympathy. He went out of his way to hunt some prey and offer it to her as a peace offering, trying to show he was not a threat to her or her egg. 

-Skarlax was a proud dragon but accepted the offering since she could keep a more watchful eye on her egg. 

-You were happy since the tension was slowly decreasing, and Skarlax was slowly softening up to Smaug when he continued hunting for her. You gave Smaug some hints about her favorite food, and it helped make better bonds for them. 

-Helping him get Skarlax’s trust gave you a chance to befriend him, and he was comfortable enough with you to talk casually. 

-He admitted he grew to enjoy your company just a little since you entertained him with riddles and rumors you heard whenever you left the mountain to gather food and water for yourself. 

-You even went out of your way to bring him more treasures to add to his hoard, which helped you grow to a friendship level. It was hard work, but it was worth it. 

-After living together for some time, you might have noticed Smaug showing signs of interest in being mates with Skarlax. He kept hunting food for her and sometimes helped with incubating her egg. You liked the idea of them being together, so you wanted to help him since you knew Skarlax better than anyone. 

-She might have grown comfortable enough not to fight Smaug upon first chance, but she was still protective of you and her egg, so one way to gain her trust was to show he was trustworthy. 

-Smaug didn’t deny he was interested in her and listened to your suggestions. 

-It was difficult for him to gain her trust, but when he defended her egg from an intruder. Skarlax slowly cracked down her walls, and even she began to show interest in him. 

-You then helped out by giving Smaug hints on how to romance her now the challenging part was over, and one way to do it was by speaking in High Valyria with her. 

-You never imagined you would become a wingman for dragons and a third wheel. 

-You watched their romance grow and gave them peace by guarding the egg. It was lovely, but you were amused when you watched your proud companion and Smaug become enamored with each other. 

-You were first worried when you thought about when they became mates and got into ‘that’ business, but then you remembered Skarlax keeps growing every year, and she was already half of Smaug’s size, so there shouldn’t be any complications. 

-The day finally arrived when Skarlax’s egg was finally hatching. 

-In your old way, it would take a Targaryen to make an egg hatch, but it wasn’t impossible by naturally incubating. It would only take a long time, so you ran out of the forge when you heard those first cracks. 

-You were yelling, and you dug both dragons out of the hoard to tell them the news and make them watch the hatching with you. 

-You brought the egg for them to see, and you all watched as the baby dragon finally dug its way out of the shell. 

-It was a beautiful little she dragon. She looked like Skarlax, but unlike her mother, the little dragon was purple and red, and her horns and spikes were black. Oddly, she also had gold dusted on her chest and head, which made her look beautiful and like Smaug, in a way. 

-Skarlax was purring in delight, and her eyes were filled with love when you brought her hatchling to her. Even Smaug was watching rather lovingly. 

-It was a happy moment when you welcomed your newest member to your odd little family. 

-Now, the naming part was the hard part. You didn’t know what to call the new hatchling, so it took a long time for all of you to brainstorm some names. 

-You gave some name suggestions in Valyria and names that described her color and that, but Smaug was quick to brush them off because he thought your name suggestions, like Amethyst and Hearthfyre, sounded stupid. 

-He didn’t have better name suggestions, so you then suggested names in elvish since you have been learning and suggested Malleniel, which technically meant daughter of gold. 

-Smaug admitted that the name had a nice ring to it, so you all agreed to call your little hatchling, Malleniel. 

-It was a happy time for all of you with Malleniel. You often offered to babysit her, so you two grew close. Skarlax was full of joy to be a mother, and even Smaug sometimes played with her like she was his. 

-You were one big happy family. Sometimes you all nap together on the hoard. You cuddle with Maleniel while Skarlax covers you, while Smaug covers all of you. It was uncomfortable to lay on the gold, but you did not mind. 

-You thought it would be like this, and you would happily watch Malleniel grow till the old age hits you, but alas, like a curse, your happiness did not last long when they came – the dwarves and the hobbit. 

-You were with Malleniel when you saw someone walking through the halls – toward the treasury where Smaug and Skarlax were resting. You were suspicious and prepared with a blade, so you followed the intruder. 

-You were surprised to find that it was not a human, but something smaller with very hairy big feet. Your first thought was a dwarf, but you then remembered Smaug telling you they were bigger and had a beard, so you brushed it off and continued observing the creature. 

-The little person was odd and frightened to be there. You tried to make sense of him till Malleniel grew impatient on your shoulder and growled, alerting him of your presence. 

-He was startled to see you. He was definitely not expecting to encounter a human man, especially a man with a dragon sitting on his shoulders. Your appearance most likely frightened him even more as your silver hair glowed in the dark, and you glared at him with your purple eyes. 

-You demanded to know what he was doing in your home, and he was nervous and confused when you referred to the place as your home. 

-He tried to question you, but you pushed the questions back at him. 

-He introduced himself as Bilbo Baggings. He called himself a hobbit which made you curious because you had never heard about them. You would have asked him more if he was not an intruder. 

-You talked for some time as you tried to figure out his purpose in the mountain, and it was clear he was looking for something. You just didn’t know what because he was trying to avoid answering your questions. 

-You introduced him to Malleniel and advised him to leave. Smaug was not very keen on visitors right now. 

-You were too late to tell him to leave when you felt the room around you shake, and a familiar dragon appeared out of the corner. You knew it was too late for him, so you left Smaug to deal with your visitor. 

-You hoped it would be a quick death since you wanted to know him more, but then you hear voices and Smaug being more active. It left you concerned, so you followed the voices and observed how the dwarves avoided and rebelled against Smaug. 

-It looked like they were succeeding, so you quickly confronted Smaug before he could go after them. 

- ”Smaug!” You called out, stopping in front of him. 

He snarled after he got constantly hit with strange bombs before looking down on you and Malleniel. 

“(Name). I want you to take Malleniel and return to Skarlax. If things get out of hand, I want you all to leave the mountain,” He said, making your eyes widen at the thought. “But what about you? I could help you!” You said. 

“Ensuring Malleniel’s safety should be your first priority. These pests turn out to be more troublesome than I anticipated!” He said with hateful venom in his tone. “So I will not risk Skarlax’s and Malleniel’s life as long as they’re in the mountain,” He explained, then looked down on you softly. “So please, take them to safety for me,” He said, then continued chasing the intruders. 

-You felt conflicted as he was part of your family, and you had a bad feeling, but you respected his wishes and went to find Skarlax. 

-You stayed hidden with Skarlax. She wanted to join Smaug to chase off the intruders, but she listened to you and kept watch over you and Malleniel. 

-You felt the mountain shake and heard Smaug’s roar. He was outside, so you carefully led Skarlax and Malleniel out of the mountain – avoiding the dwarves’ attention and following what was happening next. 

-You watched as Smaug was burning the Laketown. He was most likely taking revenge on the intruders, but then you heard him roar in pain and fly in the sky before suddenly falling toward the lake below. 

-Your heart stopped at that moment because you knew he was dead. 

-Skarlax called out to him in pain, wanting to fly to him but staying beside you as she couldn’t leave you and Malleniel undefended. 

-Your mourned and hugged Malleniel, who was confused. You hugged her and cursed the dwarves for killing your friend and taking away one of the most important members of your family. 

-Skarlax kept you close, trying to comfort you. She grieved with you till dawn, and the battle for the mountain was beginning. 

-You watched as elves and the humans gathered in the city, ready to attack the mountain since the new dwarven king refused to share parts of the treasure even though he promised it to them. You found some irony in that. 

-They always said dragons were the greediest creatures on Middle Earth, yet here was a dwarf doing the same. 

-One night, you found the hobbit sneaking out of the mountain, and in a fun twist of fate, he dumped you on his way to the city. 

-You were not happy to see him because he was also responsible for Smaug’s death, but you did not care enough to harm him. 

-Skarlax was near to eating him alive, but you convinced her to stay put, and you two talked for a while. You asked what he was doing, and he explained he intended to give the heart of the mountain to the elves and humans. His friend valued the rock above all else, so it should be able to convince him to open the gate and avoid conflict. 

-You found his intentions honorable and brave. You would have done the same if it meant you could have saved Smaug’s life. 

-Bilbo showed sympathy when he saw how much Smaug mattered to you and how Malleniel got robbed from a father figure. You brushed his apologies off since it was already too late. 

-When he asked why you were still around, you told him you wanted to see the elves and humans break through the walls and see his friend get taken by his creed. 

-He asked you if there was a cure for the dragon sickness, but you answered there was no such thing. His friend can only overcome it by himself or let it consume him. 

-You allowed him to continue his task, and you watched as the whole thing unfolded in the morning. 

-The stubborn dwarf still refused to open the gate, and you waited for the moment to see the battle begin, especially when more dwarves appeared and they started killing each other. 

-It was interesting to watch for a moment, but then the earth shook, and you saw the earthworms opening tunnels for something. You then saw legions of orcs marching through, and now, it was throughout the war. 

-You saw the dwarven king joining the battle, which meant he had overcome his sickness, and they all fought honorably and like it was the last day on earth. 

-You decided to leave because you knew the battle was lost. The orcs outnumbered them massively, so you knew they would die either way. 

-You were prepared to leave till Bilbo found you and begged for your help. 

-You refused and asked why you should help the people who helped to kill your friend. You were not risking your life for people who would kill Skarlax and Malleniel at first sight. 

-Bilbo explained that if you helped them, the people would not harm you or your dragons. If you helped them win the battle, they would even give you a safe haven. 

-You highly doubted that since you considered Smaug as a friend. 

-However, Bilbo then convinced you that if you helped them, people would not come after you or your dragons. They could send word all around the land to prove you’re a friend and not an enemy. You and your dragons would be safe. 

-You thought about, and even if you did not want to help the killers of your friend, you had to think about Skarlax’s and Malleniel’s future and safety. 

-You pushed your feelings to the side and gave Malleniel to Bilbo. 

-Bilbo was shocked to hold a baby dragon, but when you threatened to kill him if she came under any harm – he sucked it up and made it clear he heard you loud and clear. He then watched as you mounted your dragon and took flight toward the battle.  

-When you flew above the battlefield, you yelled out for Skarlax to fire. 

-Fire rained down upon the orcs. They screamed as they burned alive, and the dwarves, elves, and humans were left shocked by the appearance of another dragon. 

-You cut the rest of the orcs away, giving a burning barrier to the people and preventing the rest of the orcs from overpowering them. You then continued burning them all. You also took down the trolls that tossed boulders and stones. 

-You gave no mercy to the orcs, giving a chance for the dwarves, elves, and humans to win the battle, and the war was soon over. 

-Seeing no reason to fight anymore, you returned to Bilbo and saw Malleniel alright. 

-Bilbo thanked you for helping and promised to let everyone know you were a friend. 

-You almost found revolt in the idea but couldn’t do anything about it. You took Malleniel and prepared to leave for good. 

-Bilbo wished you good luck and said if you ever found your way to the shire, he would always welcome you. You almost found some warmth in those words but brushed them away because you doubted you would ever meet again. 

-You bid him farewell, too, and flew away from the lonely mountain. 

-You looked back, watching your home get smaller and smaller. It left you with deep sadness, but you knew it was necessary. 

-You managed to find a new home even though it wasn’t easy, then watched how Malleniel grew up into a healthy young dragon. You missed Smaug and felt sad that he couldn’t be there to see her grow. However, Skarlax then laid two new eggs, and you were happy that your friend’s memory won’t die.

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Can you write a drabble about my King Under the Mountain, Lord Smaug? 🔥🔥You need more dragons on your page, mlady Faun 🐉

Smaug~ Treasure Hoarding

Synopsis: Accidentally coming across the lonely mountain in one of your escapades, you find your idol, Smaug, the King Under the Mountain. Making a deal with a dragon who hoards treasure would be beneficial for a little thief like you, wouldn’t it? 

🍃Masterlist🍃 Gender neutral MC!

A/n: I should never expect less from a dragon… Well, my liege, I hope you're impressed! You were a bit vague on the details… but I assumed you wanted something good and not an angsty piece about after his death… 😁 So, you get a dragon friend! …Or whatever Smaug is to you!

–Word Count: 2,359 –

The wind practically whistled beside your ear as the arrow brushed past your head. You should have used a little more caution when passing through the little fishing town, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. Well, they weren’t shy in pursuing you well outside of their city, but they were certainly falling behind. You thought men on horses would have a better chance against someone on foot carrying bags of gold. To be fair, you had more than a few bags, but the rest of your collection was waiting for you beside the mountain just across the lake. As soon as these men left you alone, you wouldn’t squander your chance to get back there and add your recent findings. 

Lucky for you, those humans seemed to know when enough was enough and failed to follow you closer to the mountain. 

You jovially hummed to yourself, heading over to your hidden wagon, dripping with gold coins and various other treasures and jewels. Though, you knew your beloved treasure would get attention, so you decided it was time to find a good hiding place to settle down. Nothing, you thought, was better than a mountain where humans were wary to follow. Besides, if you were lucky, you’d find treasure already in there. All you’d have to do was fight off whoever owned the treasure. Then you’d have both treasure and a mountain to hide. Besides, this had to be one good mountain for a thief considering no one else dared approach.

Densely neglecting and disregarding the surrounding scenery, you excitedly entered the entrance of the mountain, a wide opening which looked like it should have had closed gates. Lucky for you, this seemed to be a mountain abandoned by dwarves. Giddy with excitement, you pulled your load of treasure behind you, traveling deep into the mountain. You’d only settle for the best hiding place for your collection. After all, you couldn’t have someone just happening across your belongings and mistaking them for unclaimed things; they were yours. 

However, it seemed the deeper you went, the heavier the air became. It was as if some magic hung over this place… Ah well, that was none of your concern. If there was a foreboding presence, then there was no doubt your treasure would be safe from intruders.

Standing in the door to another hall, you paused, your eyes glittering. With the lone bag on your back, you abandoned your cart in the hall, sprinting for the large doors before you. Your wide eyes scanned the room you found yourself in, flickering to and fro across the sea of gold. You’d have missed it before had it not been illuminating the entire area with a sheen of golden light. 

This was perfect. If those humans didn’t dare enter and find this trove then how could they dare to follow you and find yours? Feeling cocky and certain of yourself, you left your wagon at the door, carrying with you a few bags of gold, the start of your collection if you were to find a good hiding place. You didn’t want to just dump it in with the rest of this collection, you’d never be able to sort yours from the ones already here. Besides, you were prideful and wanted to keep track of how much treasure you personally collected before happening across this magnificent trove of sparkling wonders. 

The path was tricky and you, too many times, slipped upon the piles of gold. It was more difficult than walking upon sand dunes; these coins would like to devour you whole. Though, you thought you were having a fairly easy time of it, until the ground beneath you shifted. 

Frantically, you clawed at the mountain of coin to gain proper footing, but it was all in vain. Tumbling down, down, and further down the clattering gold, you were nearly buried under the tumbling coins. It was all you could do to keep your head above them, scrambling to free yourself. You suppose people weren’t exaggerating when they said too much gold could kill a person. You hadn’t taken it literally before now as you dug your way free from your shimmering prison. 

Feeling a puff of air blow your hair into your face, you froze in place, realizing just why no one had pursued you. This mountain… was the lonely mountain. You were in Erebor. And this dragon that gazed down upon you as if you were a mouse was none other than Smaug, the King under the mountain.

You should have been terrified, you should have feared death, but you could only kneel in awe of your idol from the stories. Once again, your eyes were glittering in delight, and this dragon seemed to sense that odd emotion coming off of you—it wasn’t fear. 

The great dragon hissed, “What mortal dares to enter the domain of the Great Smaug?” He meant to intimidate you, but you adored the intensity of his voice. He had astonishingly accomplished the complete opposite of what he intended.

“My Lord Smaug,” you praised him as though he were a god. “I should have realized sooner—an embarrassing mistake on my part that I shan't make again,” you promised vehemently. Despite your mortification at not recognizing the domain of this great King, you soon collected yourself as you continued to praise his magnificence, “The stories speak for themselves, your excellency! The ability to steal a trove of treasure but in a single moment…” You trailed off, ogling the great dragon. 

“And you dare threaten to steal from me?” Smaug tilted his head, regarding you with his sharp, serpentine eyes. “I will not part with a single coin; not one piece of it.”

“Of course not, my Lord!” You waved him down from a near tantrum, well aware of just how territorial dragons could be of their gold—you weren't all too different from him, after all. Eagerly, you presented your bag of treasure to him. “I… have a request, otherwise,” you timidly suggested. “I'm not here to steal, but rather… I'd like to strike a deal with a wise and powerful dragon. If you were to permit me, your excellence.”

Your heart raced as his head drew nearer to you. He was so much larger when he was hardly a foot away from you. But the sudden puffs of air that fluttered your hair made you quickly come to realize that he was sniffing you.

“This treasure is not of this mountain,” he huffed, pulling away and laying back atop his hoard. Luckily, you weren't perceived as a threat for the moment. “Speak, mortal.” 

“Well, then, my Lord, I just so happen to be a distinguished thief! Similar to you, my great excellency, I, myself, have accumulated a vast wealth of treasures over my time!” You proudly proclaimed your accomplishments, despite many of those treasures being lost. “Well… I've had the misfortune of never having a great place to safekeep them exactly… Until now! Great Smaug, with all your wisdom, would you allow me, a poor soul, to add my bountiful treasures to your hoard for your safekeeping?” 

It was quite agonizing for you, waiting for him to deliberate and contemplate. However, only after willingly displaying your wagon of treasure was a deal struck. You were a fortunate soul to be able to store your various treasures in the hoard. Of course, you had your own pile, separate from his on a ledge that hovered over the large trove. 

And day after day you would leave, sometimes you wouldn't return for days, but when you did return it was always with trinkets and treasures and gold to add to Smaug’s unnoticeably growing treasure hoard. 

However, your back and forth traveling only leads others to become interested in the abandoned, lonely mountain. After all, if someone like you could go in and come back out alive then surely the dragon had either fled or perished. So certain of their beliefs, they entered the mountain after their notorious thief, determined to get back their gold and steal from the limitless and bountiful riches within the depths of the mountain.

Unfortunately for them… You led them to exactly where they wanted to go, only to vanish the minute they lost themselves in the heaps and mountains of gold. 

“L- Look at all of this… We'll never have to work a day in our lives!”

“But that bastard thief… We can't have ‘em snatchin’ our gold. Where's that little rat?!”

“Here,” you announce, revealing your position atop a pile of gold, high above where they stood. You held a sword in your hands, but you weren't intending to use it. Your eyes narrowed, but the smile on your lips betrayed your glee. “You've made a mistake in coming here. This gold is not yours for the taking.”

“We're not here to ask for permission, thieving scum!”

“I can't pity a poor soul like you,” you solemnly replied, unconcerned with their approach. “Your excellency, these mortal men mean to steal from you.” 

The men froze at the foot of the gold lump, their eyes widening as the gold coin began cascading down like a waterfall. However, the more gold that fell, the more horror filled them. 

“That… That’s the dragon, that is!”

“Smaaaauug! We're gonna die!”

Their squeals didn't last long as blazing heat filled the room, burning the foolish men to a crisp. The sight enthralled you as you grinned, standing atop the head of your beloved King under the mountain. “We surely make a great team, my Lord.” You hummed in content, sitting down as you leaned against his horns. He too burrowed himself beneath the cool coin that surrounded him, relaxing atop his hoard. “You know,” you added thoughtfully, “I put a lot of my stuff in here and I really owe you for taking me in and protecting all of it. If there's anything you ever want, lemme know! Nothings off limits!” 

Though Smaug remained silent, his inaudible rumbling revealed his intrigue to your offer. Finally, he revealed his desire, “There is a golden ring that interests me… A golden ring of power. It is easy to recognize… Should you come across such an invaluable treasure as this, I should command that you bring it to me.”

“Yes, sir, my Lord! That ring is as good as yours if it ever crosses my path!” Your promises are always well kept, though he knew the chance of you coming across the ring was slim to none… He had to demand it. 

Well beyond that day, you continued to bring to him your trinkets and treats for months… years… centuries. Such a long, long time. Smaug would have otherwise not cared for the passage of time were it not for your coming and going, and his occasional leaving the mountain. 

Again sitting with you amongst the piles of gold, he commented, “You… are an odd human.”

You inclined your head curiously to regard his larger figure. “Human? My Lord, I'm half human.” 

His hums of intrigue vibrated the gold you sat upon as he mused aloud, “That explains the odd inhuman scent that follows you. An impressive little mortal.” Only being half human, it was no wonder you could accomplish the feats you did and bring back as many gifts as you have the past centuries. 

“I’m sure I smell profusely of dragon and gold at this point,” you couldn’t help but joke in response. But even if you did smell of nothing but dragon and gold, you were proud of it. You’d wear this scent like a badge of honor, proud to be the mortal companion of the great and powerful King under the mountain. “I’m glad to be with you, my King.”

You sat relaxed atop a gold hill, a reddish scaled tail trailed around you, peeking out from beneath the thousands of golden pieces. Beside you was a full view of your dragon friend amidst his hoard. You were determined to stay by his side and continue bringing him treasures until you found the ring he once mentioned. It was the only desire he’d ever named to you and you were determined to one day come across it and gift it to him.

Smaug, on the other hand, was content with you going and coming with your menial treasures as if you, yourself were a mouse-sized dragon with your own nest-sized hoard. You were oddly adorable, something he didn’t imagine he could feel about another living creature. Knowing what he knew… it was safe to say he was fond of his little half-human. 

His tail coiled further around you, not ensnaring you or trapping you, but comfortingly surrounding you, claiming you. “My precious little treasure…” His voice came out as a low rumble as he buried his head further in his pile of gold. 

You were convinced he was muttering about his hoard of gold, ignorant to the way his tail curled possessively around you, the scales nudging against your back. You simply took this as an affectionate brush, leaned further against his tail, patting his scales in return. How were you supposed to know that you’d suddenly become a part of a dragon’s hoard? And should you fail to ever return to him… Well, those unfortunate cities would understand why it is unwise to part a dragon from his treasure.

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[bakerstreethound]

Worth More Than Gold

Relationship: Smaug x reader 

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of fire, Smaug is a tad insecure

Summary: You never cared about the gold or treasures Under the Mountain. All you sought was some company and found the most unlikely of companions. Now, the dragon can’t bear to part with you despite his doubts. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 766

A/N: Listen, I was wanting to cuddle this dragon so...I may have selfishly wrote it because of that. Please don’t judge. I love this dragon so platonically and would love to have this bond with him any day...just think of the CUDDLES not to mention how protective he is. Also, @frostandflamesfanfic​ may have inspired me to do like two more follow up parts to this one. I hope you enjoy!

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They told you to stay away from the mountain, but what was left for you in that sphere of the world? There wasn’t much to say in the least. But, you were happier here than you ever were before. The company you craved was answered in the form of a glorious dragon, who you feared would turn you away, but the months spent in his company improved his mood slowly but surely and he felt himself growing softer towards you. You didn’t care for the riches around you, wanting him for his company. All he ever wanted was the gold but it worked out between you. 

You find yourself yawning after you get back from the library, leaning against Smaug’s slumbering form, but he glances at you curiously studying the book in your hand. 

His massive head cranes toward you, huffing at the book you hold out for him to inspect. 

“Tell me a story.” His massive wing gently guides you closer to him, where you can get more comfortable and you settle down, opening up the ancient book carefully, allowing yourself to get lost in the pages, and soon you find your eyes unable to focus much longer, the book falling from your hands as you cuddle closer to Smaug. One of his massive wings drapes over you, pulling you closer. 

He looks down at you from where you are curled against him, so small and fragile, huddled against him for warmth. He huffs to himself in annoyance, oddly feeling reassured by you next to him slumbering away, fighting off the occasional shiver. 

His gaze sweeps the cavern, his narrow eyes catch only the shimmering gold littering his glorious cavern, before he curls his body around you more, burying his head under an assortment of jewelry goblets and armor. 

You mumble something in your sleep and one of your hands reaches out to stroke his scales. A low rumble resounds, and you smile softly to yourself knowing he secretly is enjoying the simplicity of you being here with him. 

“You are supposed to be asleep.” His low rumble resounds, yet he makes no effort to move, not even when you turn to stroke his wing, and a smile tugs at your lips. 

“Is that a crime? My being awake, that is.” 

“Thought humans required long naps for three months.” 

“Your conception of humans is a long way off, but I wish I could hibernate that long,” you groan fighting off another yawn, the warmth of him a comfort. You fumble through to find your book, chuckling to yourself when you find it unsurprisingly buried under rare jewels anyone in Middle Earth would care to have. 

Everything here costs a fortune beyond anything you could imagine and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You were sleeping next to the pale silver delicate jewels of some Elvish noble with the most feared creature in Middle Earth of all time. 

“I wasn’t wrong about you. You like it here for some reason. There’s nothing here beyond all the riches in Middle Earth others dream about and you’ve taken nothing.” He growls low, red fire glowing like an ember from within him. 

You don’t move, don’t shudder at the display. You feel oddly at peace with this overgrown furnace. 

“I don’t want any of these treasures. For a fearsome dragon, you can be oddly dense at times. I want to be with you. I’m here because believe it or not I actually enjoy your company.”

His massive head turns towards you, the sound of gold dripping from his glorious scales as he blinks, processing, snorting almost laughing at the notion. Who’d ever heard of such a thing? Is someone here because they like or tolerate him? He the monster dwarven children fear at night? 

Carefully you reach out to him, stroking his nose not caring or fearing the sharp teeth could rip into your flesh, breaking you apart in an instant. If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it sooner, run you out of the cavern, or burned you to a crisp the moment you held a single golden coin of his in your hand. Safe to say, you were unimpressed by it, more interested in Smaug himself. 

“If you are that dense, then I guess I could take my leave of this place…”

“NO” he roars, a ball of spinning fire bolts across the corridor, barely singing your hair. Your heart races, but not in fear. 

“Stay…I want you to stay…stay…stay” the cavern echoes, enveloping you in the fiery flames.  

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Hoard

Pairing: Smaug x Human OFC

Summary: Angharad means “well loved one”. Perhaps that is why she was chosen. It is cruel irony—for a dragon cannot love. It can only covet, desire, possess. He does not love her. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, Despair, Angst, Manipulation, Suicidal Ideation, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers (no fluff), Character death, Shapeshifting, Loss of virginity

A/N: i have been sitting on this fic for literal years, lmao. the main reasons being, i didn’t really know if there was a place for it, if people would *want* to read it. there are some pretty big pieces of me in here, so… i really hope you all enjoy them. divider by @racingairplanes​ 

 The stone pillar was cool against her back, a sign that he hadn’t been to this part of the mountain in quite some time. The dragon left an unnatural heat in his wake, the very stones radiating the furnace that boiled in his armored chest. 

 She turned to lay her cheek against the smooth stone, her breath echoing in the silent hall. It had been horrifying at first, being trapped down here with the dead and the dragon—but the fresh terror had been replaced with steady anger, and then finally resignation. 

 She could never go back. 

 She shifted, the cool floor numbing her naked bottom. Her clothes had worn out soon after her arrival, and though at first she’d tried to hide her nudity from the dragon, Angharad had found that it hadn’t mattered. She could hear the evening birdsong through the gaps in the gate He’d destroyed upon his entry to Erebor. Angharad held her breath. She’d never thought something as simple as birdsong would be enough to move her to tears, but her face heated as tears gathered behind her eyes regardless.

 Freedom was always so tantalizingly close; so close that her chest tightened and ached for want of it. The dragon had not bound her with chains or rope, nor forbidden her from leaving—not directly. He had simply made a dark promise to her on the day of her delivery—

 “I will raze the city to the ground, my most beloved.” His silky voice made the threat sound like an intimate promise. “And then I will bring you back, bearing their charred bones as a reminder.”

 She had seen the ruin he’d wrought, had felt the heat of his fire—it was an oath she would never bring to bear. 

 No, the only surety, the only promise of release were the years that would grow beyond counting down in the dark, reeking of dragon, death and decay. A hot tear slipped down her cheek, and Angharad brushed it away angrily. Perhaps he would eat her before too long. 

 “So close to the gates, my pet.” She hadn’t noticed, but the stones beneath her feet had grown warm, signaling Smaug’s approach. Her heartbeat quickened, and she fought the urge to crouch down behind the fallen pillar, to hide from his gaze. She could feel his breath against her neck, the words punctuated by a deep chuckle. Angharad swallowed thickly. “Thinking of leaving me so soon?”

 You know I will never leave.

 “No, my lord.” Her voice was quiet, though it trembled. Angharad wondered if he would even let her get beyond the mountain. Close enough to see her family’s tearstained faces before bringing her back to the mountain, their deaths heavy on her head. I’ll never leave. And they would never have her back, even if she did. All of Laketown knew what she was, who she belonged to. 

 It was as good as stealing from the dragon himself.

  “I was listening to the birds.”

 His voice was amused when he spoke again, vibrating through her. “Oh? And what do the birds sing of, my most beloved?” She hated when he called her that. She hesitated for a moment  before speaking, her voice loud in the still, dead air of the entrance hall. 

 “Freedom.” 

 There was no need for dishonesty between them. Angharad was a jewel, a bauble that he could possess. Even after she had withered away to only bones, he’d still guard her jealously, refusing to part with a single piece of her. 

 “How excruciatingly exquisite.” he purred, dipping his head down to look her in the eye. She knew he could hear her heart, hammering in her chest. “Come, pet.” Smaug turned, looking back at her expectantly. “I wish you to sleep with me tonight.”

 This is the third time.

 In the weeks since her life had been traded for the ones in the town, he had requested Angharad’s presence in the evening only twice before. He’d lain his head next to her on the mound of gold, watching her silently until she passed out from exhaustion. Angharad had only just begun to memorize the twisting pathways through the mountain—when Smaug let her out of his sight, that was. He seemed fascinated with her, the way a child loved a new toy. 

 Love is the wrong word. 

 The thought was harsh and angry in tone, so much that Angharad almost stumbled.

 He cannot.

 Angharad followed him into the treasure chamber, her bare feet sinking into the mountain of gold as she attempted to ascend it. Coins stuck to her flesh, scattered under her touch, the vast wealth both awe inspiring and meaningless. 

 “I have a gift for you, beloved.” The way the word rolls off of his tongue feels wrong, yet it sends a curious little shiver down Angharad’s spine. 

 “Dragons are not known for giving gifts.” 

 “Then do not accept it lightly.”

 Angharad was glad for the honesty between them—she would die here. She would grow old and frail, rotting away in these halls along with victims of a different shade of Smaug’s brutality. And then the town master would send another girl, buy another lifetime of peace with her tears and her flesh and her blood, and when she was dust they would send another. 

 And another.

 He stepped aside to reveal a massive pile of silk scarves, curling around it and beckoning her with a graceful flick of his tail. She was panting when she reached him. The cloths were invitingly cool to the touch, and Angharad sank into them gratefully, wrapping them about her heated skin.

 “It pleases me to see you happy.” Angharad opened her eyes, and found his head resting just beside her, his large eye trained on her. 

 “I am here for your pleasure.” She couldn’t stamp out the bitterness in her voice. The corners of his mouth lifted in the cruel semblance of a smile, his eyes glinting like the riches he squatted upon. His voice, too, was cruel, for Angharad could hear the fierce, possessive joy dripping from it, like oil on her skin and on her soul. 

 “Indeed.”

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[writermask-0807]

A PRANK GONE TOO FAR - SMAUG X READER

A/n: heiii I'm baaackkkk. So this is a request from a fellow follower!! Im sorry this took me so long, but I wanted it to be perfect, which it still isn't. Also, I want to thank you for requesting!!! Also, can anyone tell me where to find the italics font?? Cus I can't find it...

Warnings: OOC smaug??

THE sound of hastened footsteps rapidly morphed into a full time sprint, bare, petite feet slapping against the damp stone floor echoing unceremoniously throughout the disturbed silence. The unusually loud noise came to a screeching halt as you crashed head-first into the hard cobblestone bricks below, tripping over your own feet in your haste and recklessness, a throaty yelp escaping you. Fear seizing you far more tighter than ever before, you scrambled up onto your trembling feet, casting a nervous glance over your shoulder, wondering whether he'd heard it or not.

When you confirmed that the Dragon was not in sight, you took the moment to calm down your roiling, knotted nerves, your flesh feeling as though there were bugs crawling beneath it, writhing and itching with goosebumps, your rigid spine swept with constant shudders that was from both the abnormal cold and dread. You felt the heavy weight of eyes rest against your skin uncomfortably, the nape of your neck burning as you felt the hollow sensation of sharp eyes bore into your skull, and you swiveled on your heel, glittering e/c orbs nervously darting from one corner to the next frantically, a wild desperation lancing through your veins. Though you could not draw the exact source of the prickling sensation of being watched, you felt it. It was a terror so absolute that it made your blood curdle with unprecedented fear.

Clank!

Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach, your eyes widening in pure, raw horror as you whipped around to see what the source of the sound was, sure that it was your end, a silent prayer on your lips. You were immensely relieved to find out that it was just the breast-plate of an old, dusty Dwarven armor clattering onto the cool flooring with a dull thud, conveniently at that very moment, scaring you out of your wits, as if you already weren't. Still, it did not fail to make you a little bit more fearful of what was to come, and the blissful, temporary relief was almost immediately flooded with panic, leaving you wondering whether he'd heard the noise. Your dainty palm flew up to your heaving chest in hopes of easing your hammering heart that pounded fiercely against your ribcage, the pumping organ threatening to carve its way out of the safety of your ribcage, and into your trembling palm in one way or another as it crept up into your tightly clamped throat, finding itself a permanent lodging there.

Beads of sweat gathered on your furrowed brow despite the frigid atmosphere that suffocated you, adrenaline coursing through your veins more fluidly than your freezing blood, your legs threatening to buckle underneath your weight and give way to your exhaustion as your thighs burned. Honestly speaking, the only thing that kept you alive and conscious so far was the pumping adrenaline, and your sharpened senses that remained on high alert in spite of the silence. 

Perhaps the fragile, blessed silence should have calmed you down, but it wasn't really quiet, not to you, at least. Your throbbing pulse crept into your ears and reverberated through your skull deafeningly, writing off any other sounds as simply white noise, the steadily rising beats of your heart occupying the invisible folds of space where the silence dwelled, narrating each passing second as if it were a ticking time bomb within your chest, and the soft, labored pants that fell from your chapped lips and the shortness of your breath growing more prominent with the bleeding second, that you feared they would be heard by the sharp, alert ears of your charge.

You both had been at it for approximately four hours now, and you were thoroughly exhausted. Your limbs were beginning to numb from both the cold and the strain you were pulling in them, and you were sure that your muscles were tearing and shredding themselves apart, tormenting your frail body in an agony so raw and painful that it felt as though someone was slowly peeling the skin from your bones, letting the blood gush out freely, unrestrained, taut muscles stretched upon your withering bones, and yet at the same time you were weighed down by a great fatigue. And you didn't mean a simply temporary tire; it was a great fatigue that was now thoroughly soaked into your flesh and blood, pumping through your veins, and clinging onto your very bones, a lethargy and lack of motivation seeping into the very pores of your existence, a bone-deep weariness that latched onto you with a burning vengeance. The adrenaline was slowly beginning to ebb away, and the persistent, burning ache within your limbs were starting to spread rapidly, the various bruises garlanding your frail body becoming more pronounced, your lungs feeling as though they were doused in liquid fire. It took everything in you to swallow the scream of mortal agony that threatened to rip through your throat, and you knew that the end was drawing near as your strength dwindled into nothing more than just a shred of will-power. And although you were sure he already knew that you couldn't hold out for much longer, Smaug showed no signs of stopping his sick game of hide-and-seek any time soon, and it was honestly beginning to frighten you. 

You truly hadn't meant for things to take such a rapidly detoriating change, but there wasn't anything you could do now to amend what you had done, because it seemed that your idea of a prank was not exactly approved by Smaug, and now, things had gotten too far out of hand. It appeared that your actions had awoken the more cruel side of him, the part you weren't even aware existed, and your mischief had finally become your undoing. (But jeez, why'd he need to get so angry anyway? It wasn't like you stole his precious hoard or something…)

Speak of the Devil…

" Oh, Y/N ~~~ " Smaug sang, and the call reverberated throughout the many abandoned hallways and corridors of the previous Dwarven hold, bouncing off the walls and reaching your ears as a vehement hiss, scraping against your eardrums harshly, chilling you to the very bone, and your skin crawled. His normally soothing voice had now darkened with an unseeing predatory grin, impossibly deep with cruelty as it rang out, colored with a dark undertone, voice rich with silk and velvet, and laden with the ripe promise of your impending doom that he would definitely, and swiftly deliver when he would find you. It echoed maliciously throughout the winding archways and labyrinths of the great structure, and you were unable to pin-point the location of his voice.

With the last remaining strength you possessed, you strained your screaming muscles and hobbled towards a fallen pillar, hiding yourself behind it. Your heart began to drum even more violently within your chest, erupting into an erratic racing so loud that it forcefully echoed in a deafening rhythm in your skull, morphing into a chorus of chaos as your pulse mirrored its rapid song, the brutal, hellish cacophony ringing so loud that you feared he'd heard it.

Your exposed, supple and now sallow skin was cool against the stone structure of the broken pillar, and it sent a sliver of fear trickling down your rigid spine. You folded your legs beneath your weight, and bent down so that you would be hidden from sight, ears perked for any sounds that might have escaped your notice. 

You made the wise decision not to move, and thank God you did so too, as you heard a slight rustle permeate throughout the freezing atmosphere, once again, shattering the delicate silence the cold corridors held. Your breath halted within your throat, hitched in your heaving chest and sat beneath your ribs silently, lungs burning with a red-hot intensity as you did so. Your delicate skin flared with a new set of shudders, bruised limbs spreading with a rekindled ache, eyes widening with edges of pure insanity, so much so that they might've even popped out of their respective sockets if you'd tried, and you swallowed thickly, a silent plea on your breath to whatever deity was up there to save you, as you held out a trembling palm to cup your quivering lips, so that no sound would escape from you. Your petite form shook with uncontrollable tremors, but you shed no tears. You weren't able to, your eyes wide and unblinking, almost as if some unseen force was prying your eyelids open so that you could feel them boiling as well.

 

In that moment, even that quiet sound inflicted upon you a pure, absolute sense of paralyzing dread, a heavy sense of foreboding settling into the pit of your stomach as a stone to water, and you couldn't shake away the horrible feeling crawling up your throat.

Everything had lapsed into another restless fit of silence, inevitable to be broken once again, the soft noise that had earlier ruffled the frozen moment gone, but a thick tension clouded the atmosphere, thickening the unbearably cold air with an ambigous and dark sense of foreboding. A bead of sweat trickled past your brow, despite Winter's icy breath smothering the air, sucking the soul out of you. When you were sure that enough time had passed, you released the sigh you'd been holding in, and watched as your breath shrouded the air in front of you, forming into something that was vaguely reminiscent of clouds of dusted frost swirling with the current of the winds. 

The silence was palpable, and too tempting as it simply coaxed you to break it, to break it and be heard. The sound of silence beat cruelly against your eardrums, filling you up with a sense of indescribable gloom and dread.

Mustering up enough courage to see if whatever made the sound was gone and the coast was clear for you to clamber up to your frail limbs and make your grand escape, you tentatively peeked out from behind the pillar, your smooth palm clasped tightly around the stone surface, gripping so tightly that your knuckles were painted the same shade of marble as the ivory pillar beneath your gaunt fingertips.

There was nothing. The seemingly wet, gray bricks of the claustrophobically narrow hallway stretched onto the horizon, creating an impossibly smooth surface that appeared too damp for touch. You suddenly appreciated the gloom-and-doom theme of the hallway, knowing that Smaug's bright scales would glimmer and glisten underneath the dim lighting, shimmering with a myriad of vivid colors. You had seen it before, knew how majestic it looked, and knew it would be a dead give-away to his surprisingly silent presence.

You released a relieved sigh, your shoulders slumping forward, the heavy weight that rested on them dispersing. Your arms fell limply by your sides as you let your weight rest against the pillar, exhausted, and even that miniscule twitch of action made the ache grow even more stronger, until you saw the corners of your eyes speckle with shards of darkness from a broken oblivion.

A soft, brittle pant slipped traitorously past your clenched teeth and drifted into the misty air, but you found yourself reveling in the rare moment of blissful ignorance, your heart strangely at ease, your worries slowly ebbing away with the flow of the seemingly frozen time, and perhaps that was partly because the Dragon was nowhere in sight, (and maybe the cause was also a slight touch of hysteria). Shifting your weight beneath your crumpled up form uncomfortably, you finally ripped your eyes away from the gloom of the seemingly never-ending corridor, and a greater horror awaited you.

There, in all of his magnificent glory, situated between the once empty space of two marble pillars, was your furious charge. You had no idea how he had managed to sneak up from behind you, and God knows how long he'd been waiting there patiently, for you to turn your head and meet his gaze. However, when the small shred of sanity left of you reconsidered this fact, you realized that he'd always been that way. Despite his hulking, colossal form, he had always been able to maintain a polished air of impeccable grace around him, and all the times you had sneaked off to explore the darkened nooks and crannies of the mountain, he had always managed to find you, in one way or another. Unfortunately, you did not possess his admirable elegance, and couldn't help the mortified squeak that fell from your quivering lips.

This, however, seemed to enrage him further, and the ever-bright plates of armor that were his scales shifted to the color of deep grapefruit pink, smoldering shades of raw tongues of bleeding crimson and auburn, and the waning blue of gloomy cerulean flickered ominously on his scales in the dimly lit fog, mirroring his cold fury. The vivid, lustrous splatter of bleeding colors were a stark contrast against the gloom of the dull background behind his towering form, and the thinly veiled clouds of rich colors shifted ever so slightly, a colorful cosmos so painfully bright that it hurt to look at, the very epitome of an elusive beauty. His nostrils were flared in anger, his sharp canines bared into an ugly snarl, anger brewing within his lustrous irises. 

Your heart quite literally stopped in mid-beat, plummeting into the pit of your stomach where a black hole formed, and chaos erupted in your head, distorted, withering voices wreaking havoc in your mindscape, filling your mind with incomprehensible, over-crossing thoughts and white noise. Sweat began to pour more vigorously down your brow as your eyes widened in pure, unadulterated fear, and your feet remained stubbornly rooted to the spot, escape out of the question. You felt a fear unlike no other, horror flooding your senses with a disassociative sort of panic, and you felt oddly detached, as if time had stopped for a few nanoseconds, numb from reality for a few long moments, before the whole impact of the situation slammed into you, bringing you back to your senses, burning with the white-hot intensity of a heated rod.

You let out a small gasp, and the world continued its steady pace once again, though the grains of time between you and the Dragon seemed suspended in the air.

You didn't dare move, fearing that if you did, he would snap, though your cramped muscles screamed at you to. Your skin crawled underneath his scrutinizing glower, and you felt as though his deep, molten orbs pierced through your flesh and stared at your very soul, almost as if he were assessing your weaknesses, waiting for an opening, a sliver of opportunity for him to sink his teeth into your soul. A shiver swept down your stiff spine, and this time, you were unsure if it was the cold, the thickening suspense of the seemingly frozen moment, or the fierce intensity of his glare, or a curious concoction of all of them.

Your eyes darted around frantically for an exit as you shrank further into the pillar, your aching back pressing deeper and deeper against the cool, harsh surface of the ivory pillar, a violent, raw desperation flooding your veins.

This appeared to be the opportune moment Smaug had been oh so patiently waiting for, as he slid closer to you, movements silent and predatory, almost lazy as he cornered you, a hungry predator teasing his fearful prey. " Tell me, dearest, are you afraid?"  He crooned softly, almost lovingly, but the soft tone of his voice did not fool you, because the rich, silky voice that spilled past his tightly clenched jaw was not his own, for it was too sickly sweet in its falsity that it felt horribly bitter and thick on your tongue, dripping honey, but embedded with an acidic venom, daring, mocking, taunting you.

But what frightened you the most was his eyes. Those deep, luminous orbs of amber and molten gold held a sharp, sadistic twinkle in them as they gleamed brightly in the dim lighting. They swirled with pigmentations of speckled hickory, bleeding a metallic lustre, holding the entire cosmos within their lustrous depths, star-tinted, and undeniably, terribly beautiful. But they were cruel, and there was a feral sort of look in his eyes, the sort of harsh, malicious glint that could make you bleed with just one uncaring glance, animalistic and raw and primal, almost as though he were dangerously teetering over the brink of insanity. His eyes seemed to glow brightly in the darkness as if they contained the sun itself within their deep golden depths, sly as they narrowed upon your shaking frame.

" I - …" Your voice came out as a harsh, raspy whisper, the caverns of your mouth suddenly dry as your voice crackled like yellowed parchment, the fear in your faltering tone never waning. You had no idea what to say, your mind suddenly blank and devoid of thoughts as the words wilted on your tongue, burdening you further.

" Yes?" The Dragon pressed as he circled you, his voice coming out as a slow, uninterested drawl, but there was a barely noticeable note of eagerness buried underneath the monotony of his dull wording. 

You swallowed thickly, hands clutched into tight fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of your trembling palm, threatening to draw blood as you struggled to form proper words. 

Finally, it seemed as though his patience was beginning to wear thin, because he stopped cornering around your trembling form, and stopped in front of you, his towering frame imposing, and striking fear into your thundering heart as it hammered desperately against your ribcage, threatening to jump out at any given moment. He seemed to hear your rapid heartbeat, as his eyes lit up with a feral sort of amusement, his lips twisting in the vague semblance of a cruel, foxy smile, and you couldn't help but be reminded of a serpent's forked tongue flicking out to taste the fear in the air, fear it detected from you. " Tell me, beloved, did you truly find your 'joke' amusing? Forgive me, but I failed to see the humor in it. Enlighten me as as why the 'brilliant' thought occurred to you in the first place."  Smaug said, and although it was oh so polite, appearing no more than rich velvet tumbling off of his lips in a low whisper, you knew it was a demand, a threat.

You swallowed the distressed cry that rose to your throat, and was now very aware of the thick crimson substance trickling down your skin as your nails sank deeper into your palm - 

"Well?!" 

You flinched as he raised his voice against you, the thunderous roar rattling you to the very core. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your lustrous e/c orbs as you finally cried out, sputtering and stumbling on your words. " I'm sorry! But you weren't waking and I didn't know what to do and I wanted to prank you and - " Your rambling was cut short when Smaug heaved what suspiciously sounded like an exasperated sigh, plumes of steam bellowing from his nostrils as he drew closer. 

Confused, you raised your head to meet his gaze shamefully, and spied what was dimly reminiscent to warm amusement flickering within his luminous orbs. " So you decided that the best solution was to stick coins up my nostrils? While I was sleeping?" He put a heavy emphasis on the last sentence, and you felt as though he was almost chastising you. You suddenly felt very small and very childish, and an embarrassed heat flushed your tear-stained cheeks.

The viciousness that had lingered in his words had vanished, the dark, sinister undertone that had previously occupied his voice gone, almost as though a switch had been flipped off. You suddenly realized it was just a facade, a mask he wore to intimidate you into speaking. As realization dawned on you, heat crawled up from your neck and tinged your ears a pink, your cheeks flooding with dark crimson, as you wondered just how much dumb you were. Sure, maybe it wasn't all that obvious, but you had known Smaug almost your entire life. This was a new low, even for you.

" Oh… " You murmured, your normally boisterous voice dropped to a soft, quiet whisper. Your charge shot you an unimpressed look that practically screamed," I'm not even surprised that you still have no clue." 

Seeing the rich amusement within his cognac, star-lidded optics, you knew he was teasing you, and you almost immediately shot to your defense, hollering indignantly, your arms flailing around madly, as though to prove your point. " H-hey it's not my fault that you decided to scare the living soul out of me! I wasn't able to think properly- !" But somehow, the thought that he could quickly change from your loving charge to a predator in a second scared you, and you felt a sudden surge of relief knowing that he'd never hurt you (at least not intentionally), and you felt bad for those who'd incurred his wrath previously. The thought brought a smile to your lips, the plump flesh curling into a bright beam, rivaling the warmth of the sun in all of its magnificent glory.

Smaug chuckled, a deep, pleasant rumble that vibrated throughout his broad chest, more amused at your childish antics than anything, 

"Consider it a reciprocation of sorts, for your earlier actions." He said, pivoting on his heel, heading back towards the treasury, with you hot on his tail. His eyes glistened like the dying rays of the waning sun, fondness reflecting in the rich, cosmic orbs as they melted into golden rays that circled an eclipse.

Even though his eyes were trained firmly on the corridor stretching before him, Smaug could hear the smile in your voice as you muttered something along the lines of ' We'll see soon,', and it managed to make his own lips curve into a semblance of a real smile, one that almost mirrored your own.

{Perhaps he ought to do this more often.}

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[luna-redamancy]

hiiii! I was wondering if I could possibly get a fluff prompt 2 + smaug? maybe he survives but still falls in the lake and reader (current s/o) pulls him from the lake and yeah???

Hi Nonnie!! Here you go, I hope you enjoy:

(A/N: please forgive any grammatical errors, I’m having to write on my cellphone)

“(Y/n)!” Smaug screeched out, but to many it just sounded like a defeated roar of a dragon. He was terrified. Where were you, his little human mate? Were you safe? Did the dwarves that tried to send him to his demise find you or were you still peaceful in your nest in the far north corner of the gold hoard. He didn’t know.

Smaug’s struggling halted, wings stiffening in the air before shifting back into human arms, scales littering his skin. His eyes rolled back as his body finally began to give out, one last whimper leaving him as his body crashed into the cold icy water, darkness overtaking him.

Little did he know, you were there. Tears flew down your cheeks as you rowed the small boat with a vigor. Ignoring the burn in your arms, you kept pushing onward as you finally reached the spot where he descended. The surface of the lake bubbled as the last of his oxygen left his body. Not caring for the fact that you’d likely freeze to death, you jumped off the side of the boat into the dark depths. You had to try.

The water was frigid, making your body almost want to lurch back into the boat, but you continued swimming downward. Just as your lungs began to burn- you found him.

Crimson scales caught your attention first, then the horns as the moonlight illuminated them. Reaching forward, you grabbed him under his arms, kicking as hard as you could to get him to the surface.

Gasping for air, you grunted as you pushed Smaug on the boat before getting yourself up. As you settled for rowing, you ignored your shivers as you brushed the wet hair out of Smaug’s face.

“It’ll be okay,” You didn’t know if you said that for him or for yourself as you began rowing back to the shore.

When Smaug awoke, he didn’t expect warmth. He didn’t expect to be alive at all, now that he thought about it. Golden eyes glanced around the room, confusion filling him as he took in the atmosphere.

The room was musty but not unbearable, the window on the right of him was still intact, and so was the ceiling. The makeshift bed wasn’t too bad either.

Somehow the two of you ended up at an abandoned cabin at the edge of the Mirkwood forest, as you tried your best to not get spotted by the survivors of Smaug’s destruction of Esgaroth. It was seemingly abandoned after catching fire, the front of the house being charred but the back bedroom was still perfectly intact.

Suddenly he became aware of a weight on his left hand.

Alarmed, his eyes snapped to the left, ready to leap out of the bed if necessary but as soon as his eyes laid on you they softened.

His left hand cradled in between the two of yours as you rested your head on top of them, a furrowed expression on your face.

Grunting, Smaug sat up, careful to not move his left hand from your grasp. Fighting a pained gasp as the now dressed wound in his chest spasmed with his movement.

Breathing deeply through his nose, the pain mattered not as he took his right hand to card his fingers through your hair.

The soothing sensation awoke you from your fitful sleep, eyes blinking rapidly as you processed your surroundings.

“Smaug?” Your voice was groggy with sleep, attempting to sit up before he gently shushed you, guiding your head back down.

“It’s alright darling, sleep,” The deep baritone of his voice soothed your worries, your furrowed brow relaxing as he continued to pet your hair.

Making a humming sound, you nuzzled your face against his left hand.

“It’ll be okay.” Was the last you heard before you slipped back into unconsciousness, your heart finally at peace knowing he survived and was no longer on the brink of death.

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[arkytiorwrites]

Writer’s Cry For Help!

Fanfic Writers Assemble!

Hello, t’is I, your little writer gremlin who is trying to give you good content, but knows they are failing miserably. I wanted to give you all an epic Christmas gift of 31 Days of Crackmas: Song Fic Edition with all of the characters that I mentioned I write for.

I CANNOT DO IT!!

My mom is getting a hysterectomy in the middle of December, I have five younger siblings, I am very smol and receiving no cuddles and kisses(so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under), I’m doing my best in my college classes so I can be a badass Egyptologist, and I also want to provide all of you fantastic content because the real world SUCKS and it can kiss my ass. Unfortunately, I’ve already used up my five mental breakdowns per year, and I cannot afford.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Smaug Headcanons (platonic)

Smaug would be extremely possessive of his darling and just as protective. They are the most valuable possession amongst his hoard after all, his most precious treasure. Their worth is more than all the gold and jewels in the world to him. So much so that he could never part with them. That’s why he insists, or rather demands you stay amongst his hoard, where he knows it’s safe. Besides, you’re surrounded by so many beautiful, shiney things and they’re all yours.

Of course you would be kept in the safety of his sanctum after he’s taken the Lonely Mountain for himself. Harbored amongst all the gold, gems and jewels you couldn’t possibly think of, right where Smaug wants you most. He couldn’t possibly fathom any harm coming to his precious one, not when you have him to protect you.

Smaug is extremely strict about allowing his precious one to go anywhere, even if it is to venture off to another part of his sanctum. He doesn’t like not having them within his sight. He hates the thought of them getting hurt or lost, but he especially despises the idea of them ever stepping foot outside his lair. If that were to ever happen his panic and anger couldn’t possibly be repressed.

If his darling were to stray too far or is gone just a little too long for his liking/comfort, Smaug will follow their scent and drag them back to where he feels most comfortable keeping having them. There are very few places he allows them to venture to and he knows them all by heart, being more than capable to go after them if need be and easily retrieve his darling, bringing them back to the only real space he’s comfortable with them staying kept in. It keeps them closest to him and he can keep his eye on them in every sense of the word, even when he’s sleeping he’ll know if they make even the slightest of changes in their usual movements. Smaug is very well aware of his environment and the space he’s resigned himself to, he’ll know if they take even just one step out of the perimeter he’s allowed them to move freely about.

As much as he spoils his darling, Smaug really only rewards good and obedient behavior. Anything less than or just blatant disobedience won’t be take lightly. Smaug demands respect, especially from his little darling. It’s because of him that you are safe and so well taken care of, the least you can do is show some gratitude and appreciation towards him.

As gruff and grumpy as Smaug can be there are times he can be quite playful with his little darling, especially if it’s what they want and they’ve been pretty well behaved. It didn’t take him long to realize that often then not when his darling would venture off and stray away from where he demanded they stay kept was to solely get him to chase after them in a playful game of tag or hide and seek. He can usually tell the difference in whether his darling is trying to make a run for it or is simply trying to get him to play with them. It’s the gigging that really gives it away.

Not only can Smaug be playful but he’s also an excellent storyteller. When he really wants some peace and quiet or to just get his darling to go to sleep in general, Smaug will use his tail to bring them close to him, curling it around them to keep them in place then he goes on telling them stories of his adventures. Sometimes when his darling is really restless he’ll ask them what story they want to hear but more times then not his stories usually involve him boasting and bragging about himself. He especially takes care to make it clear to his darling that he is in fact the biggest dragon to ever exist. Of course it’s a complete lie but his darling doesn’t know that, and even if they were to question him about it he wouldn’t let up. As far as Smaug’s concerned he is the biggest dragon around now.

As much as Smaug typically comes off as aloof or even flat out terrifying he does hold some genuine care for his darling, even if it is just a little. His obsession is primarily possessive with that possessiveness only becoming all the worse the more his obsession festers and grows. Eventually his darling will become something more than just an object for him to own, they’ll become a treasure he certainly doesn’t want anyone or anything else getting ahold of. And with that said he will do anything to keep them with him, and only with him. He will reign hellfire down on anyone or anything that dares to steal his darling treasure away from him.

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[theelvenhaven]

Married to Thranduil

Flirting with you while intoxicated

A/N: Thank you @nerdysimpy for the Thranduil idea. Love those bestie privileges. It's my first Thranduil post and I am still getting a feel for his character so forgive me for not making this very long or if it's not wholly ic.

Warnings: NSFWish

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❁ Thranduil has a really high tolerance for alcohol and rarely indulges himself beyond a glass or two of Dorwinion red.

❁ But there are times where has a bit too much to drink- whether that is in your shared chambers or at a festival.

❁ With the Dorwinion wine being so good and the talk that seems to keep going on and on it's no wonder one glass turns to two, three, four, five and more.

❁ When Thranduil flirts usually it is a bit sophisticated and formal even though you two are married, he likes to try to be poetic and above his station even to his spouse.

❁ He never fails though to make you blush in his complex flirty compliments about how you're his starlight, and how beautiful you are in several different poetic ways.

❁ But when Thranduil has filled his cups and has had a little too much to drink, he becomes a little more blunt and a little less poetic.

❁ At first they still will be suave and a little more on the chaste side of things;

❁ "My starlight, you look ever so ravishing tonight, you're glowing brighter than even the candle light."

❁ "That outfit suits you well, and shows you off perfectly, starlight. Your taste is impeccable."

❁ He will chastely, but no less seductively, offer little touches here or there.

❁ Like brushing your hair out of your face, tracing your jaw as he does so, holding your hand, a hand coming to rest on your knee chastely.

❁ But as he gets more intoxicated the touches become a little more intense and less chaste.

❁ The notes of seduction are definitely known as his hand wanders up higher on your leg, his face flushing a light pink and his lips twitching into a smirk as he eyes you.

❁ Though he is intoxicated, and would want the whole world to know you are his, he doesn't want anyone to overhear any of the flirting he does with you.

❁ So while he holds your thigh, with his thumb gently drawing circles, he leans over to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

❁ Whispering to you all the things he wants to do to you, even if you are in public.

❁ "My starlight it would be positively divine to ravish you right here, I'm aching to feel you."

❁ "You look divine in your outfit, but by Iluvatar I know you look better out of it and laying on our bed bare for me to see."

❁ He'll spend his time teasing you physically, his hidden hand brushing against your most private places but never fully touching you.

❁ Thranduil likes to watch you squirm and see the different expressions, the sounds of your shaky breaths knowing it's all him having that affect on you.

❁ He is also stealing kisses to your lips, not afraid of who it is that might see his loving display of affection for you, emboldened to let propriety fall to the way side.

❁ Nor is he afraid to be steeling kisses on your neck as he brushes your hair away, or nipping at your ear when he leans in close to whisper into it.

❁ Now when the tipsy flirting starts it is a perfect to give into his whims and steal him away for the evening and back to your bed chamber to make love all night long.

❁ But if you continue to let him drink, Thranduil is mostly all bark with no bite as he gets too woozy to be able to do any of lascivious things he's been whispering to you.

❁ On those walks back to your chambers with his arm around your shoulder, holding him up as you two walk back to your bed chambers.

❁ Thranduil will need to be laid down, and e won't bother to undress for the evening but he will coax you into laying down with him at the very least.

❁ He will press soft but sloppy kisses to your face, and pull you in close with him, snuggling close to you.

❁ He loves and adores you and feels so safe and comfortable with you before finally the alcohol wins out and brings him to fall asleep with you tangled in his hold.

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[dontfearrr]

Best friends father

Heavily based on best friends brother from victorious lmfao. But this is a very funny request that you can find here

(gif not mine:)

Pairing: Thranduil x Elf!reader

Summary: Legolas and Thranduil have no idea of each others roles in your life

Warnings: none

Category: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word count: 1.6k

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Twisting branches hovered high above her and all around her, whistles of the wind through the trees lingered through her ears like an eerie song sung just for her. She glanced around the path, knowing he was out there somewhere, he played this game with her all the time. However this time she was determined to win it. She felt chills crawl up her spine and she nocked an arrow in the blink of an eye, turning her body and releasing the arrow further up.

He felt the brush of the arrow graze his arm and he knew she had won. He swung from branch to branch and landed in front of her on his two feet, she watched his hair fall down back into place perfectly and she giggled, crossing her arms. “You know what, I'll give that one to you. I'm impressed.” He swung his bow back over his shoulder.

“Legolas it is quite rude to underestimate a lady” She told the white haired elf who stared down at her in amusement. “Sorry…if i'm not mistaken, i've won every single time, until now. So I think it was fair” Legolas joked back, only poking at you playfully.

She’d known Legolas for a good thousand years by now, they met during a trading with Imladris and since then they were glued together at the hip. Best friends some would say but if you asked her, she'd tell you he's some silly dumb ass who doesn't know how to handle his elven wine. 

“You just insist on making sure i know you're better than me.'' She gave him a playful eyeroll and began their walk back to the main palace, knowing they both have duties to tend to. “I assume once we return you'll be going off with your mystery lover?” Legolas teased, knowing lately she'd been quite infatuated and busied with her new asset. He was glad she had finally found someone in her life, he felt like a proud brother. (the irony im so sorry)

“You'd be correct, elf boy. Hopefully he's feeling extra nice today..” She teased, knowing Legolas hated hearing the descriptive details of their relationship. 

Legolas groaned in agony and shook his head at her suggestive and very unnecessary comment. “I have never met a more interesting creature.” He used his index finger to push at her shoulder jokingly as they approached the main gates. She gave him a playful smile and chuckled to herself as the guards let them into the kingdom.

“Farewell my friend, late nightfall?” Legolas spoke as he began to walk in the opposite direction of her, waiting for her reply before he turned around. 

“Late nightfall it is! Don't miss me too much!” 

She bowed to him dramatically and watched him turn around and walk off, she did the same. Only she waited until he was completely out of her sight before she began walking to the palace, her head facing the ground to hide from onlookers. Not that it necessarily mattered, however she wouldn't appreciate it if someone decided to gossip to the prince of her private whereabouts. She made her way down the main hall to the throne room, the guards allowing her through with the command of the king. 

She saw him perched upon his beautiful throne, his autumn crown complimenting his head and his blinding white hair fell down his shoulders perfectly, not one hair out of place. He was always a sight to see no matter how many times she'd see him. 

He caught her scent long before she even entered the throne room, his head positioned downward at the elf that approached him, her sweet presence instantly making his whole body relax from its usual tense state.

 “It is more than a pleasure to see you here, for I have missed you dearly.” his deep voice boomed throughout the entire room as he stood up and began descending from the stairs to meet her at the bottom.

 “It was like trying to swat a fly from your drink trying to get rid of him” she chuckled and met him halfway, looking up at him while his arms wrapped around her waist tenderly, pulling her flush against his body in a warm embrace. He ran a hand down the back of her head, smoothing down her hair as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “He seems persistent” he said, a bit jealous of her other companion no matter how many times she would reassure him it's not like that, nor will it ever be.

She just gave him a feigned look of annoyance and brought a hand up to place on his cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone gently. “My dear Thranduil, soon you will see the silliness of your jealousy.” she teased him, knowing he hated being called out on his feelings. “Do you insist on making me miserable, my lady?” He gave her a heartfelt smile and placed a hand on her back, gesturing for her to go to the private doors, doors which only the king and prince were allowed to use. They were passages that lead to everything, just quicker and more discrete. 

Every day, Thranduil took her to a new place, slowly showing her every beauty Mirkwood had to offer. His love for her grew every day and only made him want to do anything for her, anything he could. Today he was taking her to the Amaranthine Garden, the specific flora only visible to the royals. He was sure you'd love it for it is one of the few ethereal gardens amongst the elves.

Legolas was speaking with a royal guard, telling them about this morning’s duties, sending him off to go inform the rest. Right before he was about to walk back to the main quarters he was stopped by a messenger who handed him an envelope, he looked on the back seeing it was addressed to Thranduil. He cursed these damned messengers for not just giving it directly to his father, that was something he would also discuss with his father when he gave this to him.

He entered the throne room and found it empty..how strange. He never left his throne around these times unless it was severely important. He searched the room a bit and even called out for him but there was silence. That was until he spotted the private corridors left cracked. He could see the light emitting from the small opening of the door and approached it, he opened it fully but saw no one. Yet he got a whiff of a very familiar scent mixed with his fathers. It made him a little uncomfortable, he was determined to get to the bottom of this, something was up. So down the halls he went, peeking inside every single room, basically sniffing his father out like a dog.

She had her hand around his back and her body pressed into his side while he held her close, showing her the garden and telling her all about the unique plants she'd never seen before. There wasn't a second of this moment where she didn't have a smile on her face as her beloved spoke so gently. 

Thranduil bent down at his knees and carefully picked a beautiful bunch of Rhododendrons, pulling a thread from his pocket and tying the flowers at the stem, holding it out for her. She felt like a princess when she was with him, he treated her with the utmost respect. She took the flowers from him and smiled kindly. “Thranduil you never fail to put a smile on my face, you know that?” She set the flowers in her satchel and placed her hands on his chest.

“I live and breathe to please you meleth nin. I thought it was quite obvious.”

She giggled at this and felt his hands sneak to her waist, caressing her like a teenage boy, until his head snapped in the direction of the door that led back inside. 

“What is my sweet?” she looked at him with quite the confused look until she heard a voice all too familiar.

“Well if it isnt y/n and her mystery lover.” Legolas stood before them with his arms crossed as if he just caught a child sneaking into the cookie jar. 

Her head fell to Thranduil's chest in defeat, knowing she'd been caught red handed. Thranduil however was utterly confused, he hadn't put the pieces together just yet. Legolas approached them and she pulled from Thranduil, meeting Legolas in front of them. She sighed and placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder. “To be completely fair, you see why i didn't tell you” she joked and looked up to Thranduil. 

“Meet the best friend.” she spoke sheepishly with a weak smile and Thranduil just simply sighed in utter annoyance at this childish situation. “So you were able to keep both of our identities secret from each other, and this is how we find out? You never fail to surprise me little one” He placed a hand on her lower back and gave Legolas an unimpressed look. 

“I think you might find yourself with an arrow in your chest while you sleep tonight” Legolas playfully threatened. “That's if you wish to go blind, you'll find me cosying up with your father in a not so friendly manner.” She shot back, earning a chuckle from Thranduil and a gag from Legolas.

 “I curse you woman.” Legolas turned around to leave them. “And I curse you father, you'll be lucky if you don't find poison in your wine tonight” He said before leaving dramatically, leaving her and Thranduil to laugh amongst themselves. 

“I think that went great!” she tried weakly as Thranduil simply shook his head and continued their walk through the garden.

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[the-autistic-vulcan]

Intrigue (Thranduil x F!Reader) @lemonivall

Description: You've always been the wallflower, but he's bothered to notice you

Genre: Fluff

a/n: reader is implied an elf; (e/c) means eye colour; this turned out more like a drabble than a fic (oops)

Your marriage to Thranduil had always been a mystery to you, mainly for the mere fact he chose you.

You, were always subdued and kept to yourself, not engaging in many social exchanges or really getting that much attention and fading into the background. That was until he showed up in your life. He was intrigued by your quiet nature and decided to strike up a conversation with you one night at some gathering he didn't wish to go to.

To be completely honest, you thought he was just there to make it all the more apparent that you were quiet.

But no...he wanted to.

Several years later, after much courting, you married...but, you were still awfully confused of the matter. You sat through the entire after party, sitting in a seat away from all of the chaos and loudness of the party to think everything over.

Why me? You thought, why of all elves did he choose me? You knew you had to talk to him about it...but when?

~ Time Skip ~

It was now your first night together as husband and wife - you were left laying on a, quite literal, Queen-sized bed, silk sheets were soft to the touch, the pillows were perfectly puffed up and the room was dimly lit with your favourite scented candles. You were clad in a beautiful satin nightdress, Thranduil laid with you, kissing up and down your arm with so much love and yearning.

"You look divine, meleth nin." He says between kisses, he makes his way up to your shoulder, then to your neck. He is about to approach your lips when you place a hand over his mouth.

You sit up and turn to face him.

"What's the matter, my queen? Do you not like this?" He asked, his brows furrowed in a concerned manner.

"No, it's not that I don't like it...I just...I don't know." you answer.

He takes his hand and grazes his knuckles on your cheek in a caressing motion. "You can tell me anything, dearest. Anything at all."

You sigh, then finally, you realise you just have to spit it out.

"Why did you choose me?"

He stops and just stares at you, his icy blue eyes piercing into your curious (e/c) ones. He sighs and places your hands in his.

"Why did I choose you? Let's see...you are intriguing to me. Your sociability was not the thing that intrigued me about you, but it was your kind nature once I spoke to you. Your beauty is beyond compare than most I've seen, and your mere presence alone calms me and centres me greatly. Why I chose you is obvious...you intrigue me, meleth nin. I couldn't choose anyone else but you."

You couldn't help but smile, he meant a lot to you, that's a given, but the fact you mean that much to him meant the world.

"...I didn't think I'd mean that much."

"If you didn't, we wouldn't be in this bed together, would we?" he laughed, earning a chuckle from you. "Now, why don't we continue, that is if you want."

Rest assured, the night was filled with the same passion as his words were. You didn't get a lot of attention, but this changed everything.

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Hoard [2]

Pairing: Smaug x Human OFC

Summary: Angharad means “well loved one”. Perhaps that is why she was chosen. It is cruel irony—for a dragon cannot love. It can only covet, desire, possess. He does not love her.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Despair, Angst, Manipulation, Suicidal Ideation, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers (no fluff), Character death, Shapeshifting, Loss of virginity

A/N: 👀 anyone still here? 😅 this is kind of different from my usual works, so i’m just hoping everyone enjoys it. divider by @racingairplanes​.

He’d been watching her more lately. Angharad was a woman, nineteen just a few summers past, now. She was used to the feel of men’s eyes on her body. 

  He is not a man. 

  Perhaps that was why she’d become so keenly aware of when his gaze rested upon her. His uncanny ability to sense what she was feeling made her nerves stand on end, and this time was no different. She could feel him as soon as he’d entered, his imposing heat as much a herald as the thunder of his steps. 

   Smaug didn’t often come to the bathing chamber, but here he was, his scales glinting in the low light. Angharad could see the moon, just above him, framed perfectly in the parapet windows. 

  “What troubles you?” The sincerity in the serpent’s voice didn’t fool her. 

  Dragons lie.

   He wanted to know, of course, but only insofar as a jeweler inspected his diamonds for unsightly flaws. It was darkly amusing—there would never be anyone for him to show her off to, and still he draped her in gifts and finery, silvery necklaces adorning her elegant neck and beautiful chains as thin as thread adorning her hips. 

  “What makes you think I am troubled, my lord?” Angharad’s voice didn’t tremble anymore when she addressed the dragon. He was her only companion, and she was long past feeling guilt for engaging him. He was only half right; Angharad wasn’t particularly upset by anything—in fact she’d felt disturbingly little as the days wore on—simply staring down into the bathing pool. 

  But she had been thinking. 

  She’d been wondering what it would feel like to drown, if might would hurt. Or perhaps it would simply feel like… nothing. Wondorered if the nothingness would be warm and welcoming, or coldly indifferent to her coming and going. But of one thing she could be perfectly sure—Sooner or later, she would be free. The morbid thought had lightened her, and before she could contemplate it further, her keeper had swept in. 

  Perhaps in a few years, she would revisit the thought, when things had grown truly unbearable. Besides, if she failed, he would probably consider that an even greater insult than any attempted escape. An attempt to take herself away from him so completely would be met with swift retribution. Angharad wouldn’t have been surprised if he destroyed Laketown in his rage. Smaug had developed an uncomfortable habit of making his massive head level with hers, his great snout inches from her face. He’d hunted recently, there was still a little dried gore on his face as he spoke to her. 

  “I know you, my beloved.” His eyes are hypnotic, swirls of green and gold filling her field of vision. Her breath caught. “You are mine .” She could almost feel the weight of the words against her skin as he spoke them, his lip curling. “Do not think to keep yourself from me.”

  Even her death was denied by the king under the mountain. 

  —

  Angharad was allowed to cook for herself, time she valued and craved—if only because the dragon couldn’t fit in the kitchen. It might have been comical, save for the glowing, golden eye that sometimes watched her from the hall if she took too long.

   Time had no meaning anymore and Angharad had stopped counting; the only passage of time she noted was the rising and setting of the sun. Her mind wandered as she prepared her meals, her eyes staring unseeingly at the tasks her hands completed. She would dream. 

  She’d dreamt one night of the baker’s boy, a year or two older than her, his handsome face swimming before her unconscious eyes. He spoke kindly to her, promised to save her. Her knight. 

  I wonder if he would have married me.  

  Their parents had spoken of a betrothal—but that was like another life. Another person. Angharad didn’t know that girl anymore. They’d kissed once, and his mouth was soft and yielding beneath hers. The boy her subconscious had dreamed up caressed her face. Promising again and again that he would come for her. And then, his eyes had turned gold, his voice booming around her as he smirked, his jaw elongating as he became the dragon. 

  Even in your dreams, you are mine.

  Angharad had woken with a start, sitting straight up. He’d stopped letting her sleep in one of the abandoned rooms near the treasure chamber, instead, forcing her to make a makeshift nest of her own, soft scarves, blankets and pillows, which he curled about each night, his eyes slitted and dark in slumber. Angharad had laid back down, her back to the dragon. 

  I could swear he blinked.  

  She’d settled back into her soft bedding, her thighs rubbing together. No. She couldn’t be. She wasn’t… But she was. Her thighs were embarrassingly wet. Angharad wondered if he could smell it. 

  If he would say anything.

  She’d kept her thighs tightly shut until morning, going to bathe first thing. She’d gripped the edge of the bathing pool so hard her hands had bled. No one is coming. No one will ever come. I will die here.

  “I see you have a love of books.” His deep voice broke Angharad out of her reverie, and she turned to look at him. “I have never asked if you could read Dwarfish, pet.”

  “Some.” She replied. “Why do dragons love the sun?” There was no formality between them anymore, either.

  “Because it is the source of all fire. And what is a dragon, but fire incarnate?” He spoke so poetically of his own existence, Angharad could almost forget what he really was. What does that make me?  

  They were standing on the ramparts, watching the sun sink into the lake. She could just make out the city. If she strained her imagination, she could almost see her family going about their daily activities. She glanced at the dragon, his scales gleaming like embers in the dying light. His eyesight was keener than an Eagle’s, and she wondered whether he could see them, the people. I don’t want to know. 

  “Come, beloved.” She was used to the pet name now. It was better than when he called her by her own. That, too, was precious to him, another treasure. “I wish you to read to me.”

  “Can I pick the book this time, my lord?” She asked, following him back into the belly of the mountain, where the vast hoard waited for them.  He always made sure to keep the throne room brightly lit, so that he could see every bit of the vast wealth he had acquired. 

  “If it pleases you, my pet, it pleases me.”

  When Angharad settled on her bedding, the book she’d chosen from Erebor’s extensive library clutched in her hands, Smaug regarded her with interest. 

  “And what have you chosen for us this evening, pet?”

  That was a game they played, the two of them, a play to see how long she could withhold information from him. How long until he turned those hypnotic eyes on her and made her tell him everything. There was magic in the dragon, she knew that now. It was more terrifying than the dark fire burning in his belly, the power he had. 

  “Guess.”

  “I hope it isn’t poetry again.”

  Angharad had only read him poetry once, only to discover he loved his own flowery words better than anyone else’s. 

  “No, my lord.” She shook her head, her riotous hair bouncing. He looked at her then, his eyes luminous. 

  “Tell me, then, pet.”

  Angharad’s breath caught uncomfortably in her throat. “Myths.”

He chuckled, his warm breath caressing her naked flesh like a lover’s hands. 

  “Fairy stories for human brats.” He hated humans. It was an interesting paradox, his love of owning her, and his hatred of her kind. “Regardless, I gave you permission. Proceed.”

  She read. It was a story about a knight, a princess, a kingdom in despair. The land was laid waste by a horrible beast, who took the princess for his own. Angharad only stopped when the story was done and the beast slain; and her own eyed her sleepily, his bright eyes dim. 

  “Is this your own tale, pet?” Smaug’s voice was low and smooth, like the honey she collected just outside the gate. 

  “No.”

  “You do not wish for a handsome prince, my beloved?” She could hear the mockery in his tone, and for some reason, it embarrassed her. Angharad snapped the book shut, shoving it roughly under her pillow. “Come now, my treasure. There are no secrets between us.” She wasn’t sure how, but she could feel his bright eyes on her though she couldn’t see him. Their effect was the same, drawing the answer from the depths of her heart where she had hidden it. 

  “I am a woman, am I not, my lord?” Her voice came out uncomfortably loud. “I have needs even you cannot meet.” Suddenly, the warm scales of his snout were pressed against her bare back. Angharad let out a surprised breath, biting her lip so hard she bled. 

  “What needs would those be?” Smaug’s voice was all around her, in her ears and her head and her blood, all thrumming with his words. “What have you needed —” the word sounded dirty, almost lustful when he said it—“that I could not provide?” Angharad’s throat was dry, and her speech failed her. “I would give you everything.”

  “You can’t.” She rasped, wanting nothing more than to wrench herself away from his touch, but she couldn’t. The consequences… She wanted to shout that he never gave anything— all he did was take —but she kept those words trapped in her throat—she dared not speak them. 

  “Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do.” He hissed, a claw gently scoring her back. With an ounce more pressure he could kill her, drive his spearlike talons through her back and out her ribcage. They were nearly the length of her full body, and cool, unlike the rest of him. 

  “Answer me, Angharad.”

  “I need to be touched.”

  “Ah,” Smaug’s voice was smug and taunting. “The touch of a man, is that it, my pet?” Angharad  shuddered as the sharp appendage caressed the back of her neck underneath her hair. His tongue flicked out as he spoke, caressing her back. “No Man shall ever have you.” Smaug’s fangs traced the curve of her hip before he spoke again, his voice echoing through the treasure chamber. A sob tried to work it’s way out of Angharad’s tight chest, but she forced it down, swallowing it. Though her back was to him, she could still feel his pleasure. His. Always his.

Only his. 

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[writermask-0807]

Warmth in the white of Winter - (Emotionless) Smaug x reader

A/n: yeah I'm backkkk. So I've been planning this fic for a long time and here it is! It still sucks tho... Anyways, don't kill me but this actually sounds a lot like the smaug fiction from another writer, so I'm suffering from imposter syndrome rn.

Warnings: Almost dying reader, cringe and cliche stuff ig??

YOU couldn't help the slow shudder that trickled down your spine like droplets of frozen water cascading across fragile porcelain, goosebumps erupting along the now sallow flesh of your skin.

You sat tucked away in some small corner of your Master's vast treasure hold, soft, labored whimpers falling from your lips as you desperately held your knees up to your chest, hoping to shelter yourself from the great gusts of howling winds that blowed inside the cavern, biting into your delicate skin like the prickle of a thousand needles being buried underneath.

The frigid Winter air was accompanied by a soft flurry of snow, crystallized flakes of white descending from the darkened heavens as though they were angels of death marching down to claim more poor souls lost to the cruel Winter that ravaged Laketown and the mountain, and they were not merciful. The sky darkened with a brewing storm, and gray clouds swirled into an inky darkness that carpeted the vast skies, breaking violently into the mountain through the broken cobblestone archway that had once been a gate.

The harsh wintry winds ravaged the treasury, and snaked around your bare, dainty feet that were now numb from the cold, strangling you with invisible, gaunt fingers. Each kiss of ice against your bare skin felt like the edge of a sharp blade being pressed into your flesh, shattering the porcelain of your pale, fragile skin, each shrill whistle of the cruel winds against your flesh numbing you and yet somehow making you feel intense, agonizing pain at the same time, making you shrivel under the sheer intensity of its power, your limbs powerless and weak.

White-hot tears boiled in your large e/c orbs, hot, salty droplets trickling down your ivory skin, and eventually feeling icy against your cracked cheeks, making you wipe them away with nimble fingers that shook as you did so. Your petite, crumpled up form trembled with uncontrollable tremors, each one sparking chills that rattled you to the very core.

The harsh Winter was once upon you again, and each time it came, it wrought ruin and marched down in great armies that arrested the lands in an icy grip. You despised the bleak white slopes and fresh bed of white that tucked the rich earth and decaying leaves beneath its starkly clean, pristine white layer, you hated the very aspect of Winter itself, loathed it with every pore of your very existence.

Winter was an accursed season that had forever plagued Laketown when you had been housed within its walls, and Winter had brought you to your near death when you had been ousted out of it and had been offered to the Dragon as a sacrifice. And now, Winter was here again to rob you of everything else, not that you had much else to offer to satiate its ravenous hunger.

You gripped your clothes tighter, but it offered no real solace nor any warmth from the cold. You were clad in a shallow, worn-out dress, translucent and see-through, stopping just below your knees that were buckled under the weight of your fatigue, merely a soft cloud of thin cloth that veiled your slender, bare body, and not enough to draw comfort from. It was the dress you had been forced to wear on the day of your sacrificial, crafted of the richest of silks and satins, threaded with thick strings of gossamer that wove delicate flowers around the hem, slipping delicately through your fingers as you held a fistful of it in your weakening grasp, or at least, the richest Laketown could offer to you; to one of the many lost souls it had birthed. But it was a somewhat meager comfort that assured you that at least your nudity was not entirely visible to your nonchalant charge.

You had been sacrificed to the Dragon - to the great and terrible beast that had threatened to fulfill the heavy promise of ruination and fire to Laketown if not offered an object of one his greatest desires: a human girl, a maiden fair of grace and elegance, the freshest and purest of all the flowers in a barren, unpromising meadow. Whether to be devoured or disposed for other more morbid uses, the townsfolk had not the courage to question the creature, for the ripe promise of death was laid heavily upon their hunched shoulders that sagged with defeat.

And, unsurpringly, you had fit the demands of the Dragon. While you did bear the precious gift of kindness that was rare in these miserable times, and possessed an uncommon grace, you and your mother had been accused of Witchcraft, and thus, they were all too eager to be rid of you. You still could not stamp out the bitterness that rose at the back of your throat and the tightening of your chest whenever your thoughts took on the darker side and took a brief trip down the memory lane. Even your own mother had not done anything to save you, and for that you would forever be embittered of. But perhaps, it was a somewhat bittersweet fate you had been destined with, for your charge was not nearly as horrible as he portrayed himself to be, at least not to you.

Your master; Smaug, had never been particularly hostile nor hospitable towards you, and treated you rather like his treasure hoard, precious and to be guarded at all times, and treated you nothing short of royalty, though he took his begrudgingly sweet and stubborn time to treat you as an equal and not another piece of his stolen treasure.

However, there was still one thing he couldn’t resolve, no matter how many times he tried. Despite being an ancient creature of fire that had roamed these lands long before man and elf, he had trouble understanding your most crucial needs, such as appropriate clothing, which led to your current predicament. You suspected it was because he thought it to be trivial then, and that he did not consider the possibility of you stealing a place in his heart, (though his constantly swelling ego and pride would never let him admit it).

Speaking of your (partially deranged) Master, where was he?

He had brought an unnatural heat along in his wake, the very stones that built the foundation of the hold radiating the warmth of the cool, breezy summers and the burning rays of sun, radiating the warmth of raw, flickering tongues of fire that danced within a kindling hearth, like burning embers of crackling flames, drenched in a white-hot intensity within a furnace, for the heart that was cradled deep within his armored chest was one crafted of boiling, churning, liquid fire and harsh obsidian and black stone. 

In his absence, the heat had receded and the treasury had become unbearably cold. Lately, he had been venturing out of the mountain more frequently, and often did not return at hours on a time. It was odd, questionably so, since he had barely set foot outside the threshold of his mountain, deciding to spend his days sleeping about. Another dark feeling had accompanied the barrage of questions but you did not dwell upon it in fear unearthing old pain from where you had buried it deep within your heart. So when you had awoken in the misty morning, you were not surprised that he was already gone. But you were unhinged by the fact that he had never bothered to inform you of his destination or current whereabouts. It had been troubling, at the very least, but when the hours had bled by and Winter's freezing breath had begun to smother the atmosphere, you had lost the ability to worry or even think rationally. 

The cold was slowly beginning to become painstakingly numbing, the uncomfortable sensation of the biting cold that cut into your sallow flesh overwhelming you like the feeling of a thousand blades being buried underneath your skin simultaneously, poking and prodding around your innards, was now replaced by a glacial numbness, something akin to an unhealed wound cracked and caked with dry blood that hindered one's movements with intense pain. But somehow, it made you feel intense, agonizingly excruciating pain at the same time. 

Your hands had lost all feeling, and fell limply at your sides, allowing the fresh, glacial wind to lick your bare, exposed skin, and you collapsed against a broken pillar. Your vision was becoming blurry, spinning and hazy because of exhaustion. You could see black dots in the corners of your eyes, speckled spots of darkness that threatened to consume you whole, fragments of the endless, shapeless oblivion that loomed over you like death, your consciousness slowly slipping away from you and into the depths of the abyss.

You knew death was near, you could feel it's presence, could feel and taste the weight of its growing impatience on your tongue as it waited for the power of your will to waver and wane, for you to succumb to the deep slumber that the darkness coaxed you to give in, to cut the torment short, to give into the tempting offer and slip from one world of nightmares to another.

But you held on, you latched onto a shred of hope that your Master would arrive soon, and that the torture would be over, with a wild desperation to live lancing through your veins. You knew that before long, your soul would be reaped as well, another number added to the growing masses. You wished you could see Smaug again, but you were not stupid, though a part of you silently begged and pleaded for him to come soon, and perhaps, that was a selfish reason for you linger seamlessly in the fabric between worlds, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Almost as if answering your prayers, the stones beneath your petite, limp form became warmer, signaling the return of your Master, though you did not notice in your thoughtless reverie.

"Where are you, Y/N, dearest?"

You were vaguely aware that he had called out for you, and hearing his voice made more tears pool in your eyes, a witch’s brew of emotions glimmering in your eyes as the last light within your lustrous e/c orbs made them swirl with a kaleidoscope of vivid colors, not unlike the gentle opals that lay scattered in the mountains of treasure in the hold. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut, your senses focusing on his voice for possibly the last time, and you were very aware of it. You attempted to savor the sound, relish the feel of his voice against your skin, richer than the silk and velvet that veiled your pale skin, warm as the red-hot liquid fire that coursed through his veins, impossibly deep, moon-stone smooth and dripping with honey, though venomous, chasing away the almost liquid moist of frost that swirled within the air.

If only you had more time…

You could feel it now, the touch of skeletal, bony digits against your flesh, could feel the air part and tear with the force of something sharp slicing the clouds of dusted ice, could feel the thin, biting steel blade of a scythe before it even touched you. It hovered above you, inches away from your chest where it would rest, but it lingered in the air like the flecks of frost, and you heard the sound of air being sucked.

The jaws of Death opened for you, a vortex between worlds opened into the earthly domain, ripping and tearing the fabric of reality and situating itself above you, a gaping black void with swirling tendrils of darkness, a bottled, deep sea of shadows that would drown you slowly, brimming with thousands of lost souls, Hell's maw opened wide to swallow you whole.

And then, sharp canines met with your flesh, but it didn't hurt, lifting your petite form into the air with ease, but it was not Death. You could tell by the gentle manner he held you within his jaws, that it was your Master. The portal had disappeared just as quick as it appeared, vanished into thin air, and he was in its place.

Relief flooded your senses as you felt the cool brush and stroke of Winter fade on the marble canvas of your skin, and you felt a bit light-headed, but whether it was from the sudden movement or the relief, you didn't know. You couldn’t help the choked gasp that escaped your parted, cracked lips. You felt free, felt the release of what seemed the world perched upon your slumped shoulders, which you didn't know had been burdening you. You inhaled great gulps of air, ragged, short pants bubbling from your burning throat, almost desperately as if to assure yourself if you were truly alive, and not hallucinating as you teetered precariously over the brink of death.

The cold, fresh air of Winter filled your lungs with crackling frost and the damp mist of snow, putting a halt to the raw burning in your clamped throat and streaming eyes, and assuring you that you indeed were very much alive, and that your Master was with you. Yes, your Master was here, here with you, and he had shielded you of death and the cold.

Your pounding heart slowly returned to a much more steady pace, and your taut muscles relaxed slowly, easing with the knowledge that you were now safe from whatever that threatened you with danger.

You let your heavy head rest against the side of his jaw, your eyes slowly fluttering open to the world once more, and your skin warmed at the touch of his scales, which you knew were flickering scarlet and crimson and gold, the color of vibrant sunsets, a myriad of vivid colors painted across the canvas of his scales as a faint light bounced on them. Warmth pooled in your stomach, and feeling slowly returned to your limp limbs, and it was almost as if Winter had carved path for Summer, the beams of sun bathing your small form, enveloping you in a cocoon of heat and warmth.

He settled down on a mountain of gold, movements careful and cautious so as not to harm you further, as though he were cradling glass, as if he feared you would shatter at the slightest of touches like the porcelain doll you appeared to be. 

He put you down, as gently as a behemoth of a creature such as himself could, and as soon as your feet came in contact with the cold of the precious metals, they threatened to buckle underneath your weight. It felt foreign to stand unsteadily on your feet that wavered and trembled weakly. Fortunately, his arm was situated beneath you to break your fall.

You slumped onto his arm with a soft thud (well, practically threw yourself on him,) your exhausted body resting on his arm, and heat seeped into the pores of your flesh as your skin met his. Making yourself comfortable, you snuggled closer to him, burying your face into his broad armored chest, welcoming the warmth that peppered your skin with sunlit kisses, and you listened to his soothing heartbeat that sang melodiously, each beat a steady note of music, pumping liquid fire through his veins, raw and whole and alive, caressing your eardrums.

Without much thought, you threw a weak arm around him, taking in as much of him as you could, so that you could lock him in a somewhat awkward yet tender, meaningful embrace, and he obliged to your wish wordlessly, allowing you to hug him when he normally would have pulled away from your touch as if it scorched him. You breathed in his scent - the fragrance of rich earth and the fresh flow of a youthful river, and the ambrosial aroma of old books overwhelmed you, restoring your heartbeat back to normal, and the unhealthy alabaster of your skin faded into the normal, creamy peach hue.

Despite your recent encounter with near death, you felt somehow whole and content; safe. His presence itself was enough to ward off the memory of it; for Death was no longer looming above you like a constant shadow, waiting to darken your life, the vacuum of a portal had vanished and the last dregs of Winter had been erased from your body. You felt secure in his embrace, safe from all the dangers of the world because you knew he would protect you. Your Master was here and he was not going to leave you.

The reminder brought peace to your heart, making it warm at the comforting thought. 

However, despite the warm atmosphere, you felt that something was amiss. It was subtle, the change almost unnoticeable, but you realized with a start that Smaug had not spoken to you since his arrival, the only mention he had addressed you with being the call of your name when he had returned to the hall. He was quiet, too quiet. You could immediately tell that there was something bothering him, but you did not know exactly what. His silence was palpable, and a thick tension clouded the atmosphere, the very pores of his existence oozing a foreign, ancient emotion that you hadn't seen in him, and couldn't quite decipher. You could taste it in the air before he even spoke, the weight of the bitterness emanating from him thick and heavy and sour on your tongue, and when he did speak, it was a deep and rich timbre that rumbled within his chest like a low roll of summer thunder, tickling your skin with slight goosebumps.

"I…"

Your breath was stolen from your lungs, your eyes widening at the suspense of his answer.

"Apologize."

He said, and for an abruptly painful moment, your heart halted within your ribcage, before regaining its steady pace. In his entire existence, Smaug the great, Smaug the stupendous, Smaug the magnificent, had never, ever apologized for anything, and you knew this.

You rolled over to your back, finally meeting his eyes for the first time since he returned (from wherever the hell he was languishing about), and as your gazes collided, you noticed there was something different about his eyes.

They were still speckled the lustrous color of waning dawn and blossoming dusk, colored the same shade of the sandy dunes of the endless deserts of time, richer than the treasure scattered about him, and glistening with a sort of bewitching light that lured you into its spell, but now, they were glimmering and swirling with an ancient, foreign emotion you had unknowingly stirred within his eons dead, withering and dark heart.

The rich hickory and stain of molten gold of his eyes softened into a look of sincerity, of heavy worry, raw regret and pure, unadulterated, tender love, a nebulous swirl of abstract emotion, all held simultaneously his gaze as his deep beds of luminous, glazed caramel rested your small, petite form, and all of them reserved for you, and you only.

You suddenly understood what he meant. You could feel the sheer power of his emotions within the air, swirling with the current of the winds, weighing the air down with its weight that was both light and unbearably heavy at the same time. Your heart burst with a kaleidoscope of emotions as realization dawned on you, your stomach pooling with the brushing, translucent wings of butterflies. 

You rested your dainty palms against the hard scales of his chest, clambering onto your trembling knees, and you gazed directly into his beautiful, luminous orbs that seemed to contain the sun within their deep, lustrous depths.

You knew how heavy the weight of regret was, having felt it many times before. 

" It wasn't your fault," You spoke softly, dragging each syllable and letter so that you could drill it into his thick skull, because you meant every word you said. Smaug did not respond, and instead chose to look away from your gaze as if meeting your eyes doused his soul in the same iron-hot liquid that traversed through his veins.

" I was not there to protect you. " He stated, and though his voice was as quiet and calm as the frozen waters beyond the threshold of the mountain, he held a deeper meaning to his words that he himself could not understand. He knew that he was not supposed to feel anything but the burning, overwhelming sensations of hatred and jealousy and greed that had been shaped by the white-hot intensity of man's desire, but he felt something more, something that resonated deep within the boiling, dark waters of his soul. He could not explain it, for the concept of emotion itself was foreign to him, but whenever you were around him, he felt sort of a… a warmth bloom within his chest, warmth that your delicately petite form did not provide, but rather, your presence did. On the rare occasions he had to venture out of his hold and into the world beyond, your absence had become plaguing… And it was always too cold without you. And now, seeing that you almost died when he had been gone loitering about, his chest ached and writhed in fresh, raw, unadulterated emotion, somewhat similar to the remnants of a scar searing into his flesh, or like a festering wound that had not been treated and had manifested into something more… Ominous.

You could see it now. Within those rich orbs that flickered with darkening embers of a crackling fire, the emotions that your Master struggled with were visible, crystal clear to you, for you had felt them too many times ("I was so worried about you, Mother! Are you injured?! Did they attack you again?!" Here your eyes softened with an infectious, melancholic sadness at the bitter memory) to be unfamiliar with their burdening weight. The frustration rolled off of him in a sudden burst of heat, great waves of roiling warmth, translucent wisps of steam that curled around the gaps between your fingers and licked your bare skin, invisible tongues of fire that threatened to burn you to the very core. You brought a gentle palm to his snout, not at all afraid of this display of power (and apparent distress), bringing him back to reality, momentarily placing a halt to his dilemma.

" It's not your fault. Besides, I'm here right now, with you, and it's all because of you. If you hadn't arrived when you did, I wouldn’t have been here right now. So please… Don't blame yourself for something that you couldn't control."

You said gently, and your normally quiet voice was dropped into an unnaturally soft whisper, barely audible, though you knew he had heard what you had said. You hoped it would assure him, because it was normally Smaug that had bestowed you with the precious and wise words of advice and caution, it had always been him who had assured your safety.

Perhaps your words weren't enough to convince him, but he leaned into your soft touch anyway, nuzzling his snout into your hand, and his lustrous scales felt rough against your more supple skin, though you didn't mind. You stroked the armored plates of his skin affectionately, and savored the heat that radiated from them, draping over your skin luxuriously in a blanket of warmth. You soaked in the peace and tranquility of the moment, relishing this rare side of your Master, wishing that moments like these would last for eternity.

A low purr erupted at the back of his throat, rumbling throughout his chest like the steady crackle of flames dance within a hearth, and you couldn't help the slight giggle that breezed traitorously past your parted lips, and the fond smile that shaped your cupid bow lips, thinking that the resemblance between him and a cat was almost too strikingly similar. Grumpy most of the time, almost always begging for your attention, and perhaps too sleepy and lazy at times.

However, curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't help blurt the question that had been bothering you. " Where did you go, though?" You pulled your hand away from his sharp jaw, slapping it over your mouth in an exasperated manner, your cheeks burning with an embarrassed flush as you averted your gaze from his, ashamed, muttering a nervous apology. You hadn't meant to pry, really, but you simply couldn't help yourself.

There was a pregnant pause, where the air thickened again, and then - " I…" His voice was thick, colored with what you thought was embarrassment, and when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, his gaze, too directed elsewhere, strictly avoiding yours. If you were someone else, you would have feared that you had incurred his wrath, but you knew him better than that.

Is he being… Bashful?

Then he nudged you with his snout, edging you to roll off of him, which you complied to, albeit a bit hesitantly. Once you landed on the gold underneath, he stood up, and the precious metals shifted under his weight, the reflection of the fake galaxy and constellations mirrored on the roof of the cavern morphing into a different, vibrant cosmos that depicted another tale as he moved.

Once he was up on his feet, he glided gracefully above the sloping mountains of treasure, somehow managing to maintain the delicate balance of the mounds of gold, despite being as massive as he was, and not even a single coin of the hoard went sliding down underfoot.

He turned his head, beckoning you to follow him and his amber orbs met yours for a brief moment, and you thought you spied a hint of embarrassment within them. However, you couldn't quite read everything that was written upon his sharp, reptilian features, as he had looked away too quickly, but you knew that you would be getting answers very soon.

Unfortunately, you did not possess your Master's elegance, and however try as you may, the coins still slid under your bare (and still trembling) feet. After all, you had always been a bit of a klutz. However, at that moment, you did not dwell on this flaw of yours, unable to contain your curiosity. Smaug had never been a secretive person, *ahem* Dragon, per se, but you had never inquired about his frequent visits beyond the mountain, worried that you would be invading his privacy if you did so, and he had never bothered to tell you of his own accord. 

You scrambled up to your still wobbling legs, leaving a path of destruction in your wake as you followed your charge, unable to keep up with his long strides. The cold did not hit you as hard as it did in his absence, but it still made shivers erupt along your skin and chills to crawl down your still rigid spine, and you hugged your arms to your chest as you scurried along.

He lumbered into an adjoining chamber that was secluded from the treasury through a wide, stone archway. Your eyes inspected this chamber critically, as you had never had any knowledge of its existence, let alone entered it. Dark gray bricks were neatly stacked upon one another, creating an impossibly smooth, wet surface that surrounded you bleakly from all sides. The air inside was damp, moist with crackling frost saturated within the air, and for some unfathomable reason, it brought a dreadful sense of impending doom and gloom.

You cracked open your lips to ask him, but then you saw it. 

What…?

In the middle of the room, nestled into a bundle of fabric were what appeared to be clothes. They immediately stood out against the bleak surroundings, a splatter of ardent colors against the gray background of a canvas, various vivid and vibrant shades of lavish fabrics resting upon one another. You realized with a start that they were woven from the softest of furs, embroidered from thick strings of gossamer, threaded from the richest of silks and velvets, impossibly soft and satin-smooth to touch. Despite being crafted from the most luxurious of fabrics, they were also incredibly suited for the harsh weather as well, the clothes heavy and comforting against your skin as your nimble fingers traced the golden embroidery.

Is this what he was trying to get all these days? 

Your eyes welled up with the pearlescent liquid you had grown familiar with your entire life, but this time, these tears were not of anguish or pained despair or even of the bitter sorrow that had continued to plague you. These tears were of happiness, of relief.

Your lower lip quivered with a sob that threatened to tear through your throat, and you clutched a handful of the clothes, holding them up to your chest in a trembling fist.

To an untrained eye, perhaps, you had no reason to shed your tears for such a trivial matter, but to you, it meant the entire world. From a young age, you had been reprimanded and rumored to be the daughter of a Witch, and so you had been avoided by the other children and townsfolk alike at all costs. You had grown up alone all your life, with no-one but your mother for support and love. Your mother, in question, was no more of a Witch than you were, but you supposed that when one brushed greetings with Death, one must be feared enough to stand out in a crowd, hence the reason you and your mother had been avoided like the plague.

But you could not help but be heartbroken when she, who had been your entire world, had decided to betray you and throw you into another unfamiliar, harsh plane of existence. But perhaps you were pitied by the Gods as you were blessed with a kind charge, whom you had lost your heart to. So when Smaug had begun to venture out into the world beyond, the familiar satanic whispers of doubt had crept into your mind, and you had worried that he too, would be leaving you if you had lost your worth in his eyes.

You had tried to ignore these dark thoughts that continued to badger you like the growing Winter, but in all honesty, fear and doubt had begun to crawl into your senses subtly, as the sinister voices had woken from their deep slumber, and perhaps, though you didn't want to admit it to even yourself, you might have lost yourself to not know Death but to these fears as well if he had not arrived in time.

This realization made more of the crystallized droplets of hot, salty tears to crawl down your porcelain cheeks, and you turned to your Master, a fresh sensation of belonging and love and relief blooming deep within the gardens of your soul. He was still determinedly avoiding your eyes, his head set firmy towards one of the walls, as if keenly studying every particle of moss and lichen that grew on the cobblestone bricks.

If he were human, you would have been able to spy the faintest hint of scarlet coating his cheeks, but he was not, and you knew him better, much better than he would have liked to admit. You threw your weight against him in a bone-crushing hug that would have been deadly to humans, your thin arms grabbing whatever part of him you could, and you clutched him with a desperate want lancing violently through your veins, your cheek resting against the ever-bright, armored plates of his scales. The tears began to flow in more abundance, stubbornly carving new paths down your cheeks as you whispered softly against him, your voice thick with emotion. " I'm so glad. " And though your voice came out muffled, you knew he could hear you clearly.

"What for?" He asked, and you had an unccany feeling that he already knew the reason as his snout came to rest gently atop your head, to reciprocate the embrace in the awkward fashion that only a colossal creature such as himself could. " I… I was worried… That I became of no use to you anymore, that you no longer loved me." You finally confessed, the weight of the burden you had been carrying plummeting to the ground. Plumes of smoke curled from his nostrils, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear and tousling a few rich locks of your hair as he spoke. " You truly are an insufferable idiot. My heart belongs to you, and you alone, and it will forever remain with you. "  

You smiled through your tears, your plump lips shaping in the form of a soft, brilliant beam as you spoke. " And mine remains with you, until the end of time."

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[luna-redamancy]

Okay okay so like, really weird and specific but I've just started my first job recently!(I'm so excited to keep making money) but like its really stressful and I'm so burnt out cuz I had to immediately start working 8 hour shifts with no training, so like how about smaug with a burnt out s/o preferably female??? Just pure fluff because I really need it!!!!! Please and thank you! Btw I love your work it makes me smile!!!!! (PS. I'm hoping I could get tagged in smaug content!) Okay okay I'm done now I love you!!!

Hello! Not weird at all, I actually really enjoyed writing this request. I'm really sorry that your job is so stressful at the moment, I'm hoping it gets better for you. Also- Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my fics! I added you to the Smaug tag-list (you're the first!) and btw I love your profile picture. Demon Slayer is my favorite anime at the moment. I hope you enjoy!:

When you entered the hoard, Smaug knew something was wrong. The way your shoulders were tensed and eyes lowered in a half-lidded stare as you carefully took off your shoes said it all. Your smell shifted. No longer did you smell of honey and wildflowers, but now burnt petals and peppermint, a specific smell that Smaug knew you put off when you were feeling stressed or in emotional turmoil. Not that he’d ever tell you that, of course. 

“My treasure?” Smaug called out cautiously, frowning when you didn’t reply to him. 

After taking off your shoes, you threw your jacket into the makeshift hook by the ‘door’ as you made your way further into the hoard.

Not even realizing he attempted to talk to you before, you spoke a soft “I’m back, Smaug,” as if he wouldn’t realize your presence when you entered. 

“Treasure…” He murmured, voice laced with concern when you headed to the work-station you designed for yourself so you could work on your craft. Every day you got up before dawn, took all of your wares, packed them up, and then took them into Laketown to sell to the locals so you could then buy things that you needed such as new thread for repairing your clothing or special treats like candies. You wouldn’t dare risk using the gold of Smaug’s hoard. It was his hoard, after all. 

It was all becoming too much though, Smaug knew that much as you sat down and closed your eyes, mentally preparing yourself to work extra hard so tomorrow wouldn’t be as emotionally taxing. 

“You’re done for tonight,” Smaug spoke simply as he lifted you off your work seat, cradling you to his chest as he walked to your shared nest. 

“Wuh… Smaug, no I can’t, I need to work-” 

As he sat you down, suddenly a taloned finger sat against your bottom lip as Smaug shushed you, golden eyes hardened into a glare. “You are working too much,” He announced before shuffling you around so he could lay next to you. 

“You are my mate,” Smaug began after a moment of silence.  “It is my duty to take care of you, and I always will, even if it means protecting you from your own self.” 

His words made your heart flutter as you looked over to him, amused that you found his eyes shut as he held you close. 

“I need to work though, Smaug,” You attempted to argue, but your body melting into his side told him you had already given up the urge to work until you couldn’t stay awake. 

“No, you don’t,” He huffed, burying his face against your neck. “I don’t know what started these thoughts, but you are mine to care for, and whatever you need I will provide.” 

“Smaug-”

“There’s plenty of gold in this hoard for you to buy whatever you need, little treasure,” Smaug’s lips pressed to your neck in a kiss, not one of lust or desire, but of gentle reassurance. 

“But that’s your hoard?” 

“Hoards can be replenished, what is necessary is that my mate is well taken care of.” His words left with no room for arguing as you began to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Take a day off, stay with me,” To outsiders it would be a demand, but the lifting at the edge of his voice told you it was a request, to stay with him, to truly think about the hell you were putting yourself through before attempting it again. 

“I will,” You promised, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

Your scent shifted, not as burnt smelling as before as you fully relaxed in the nest. You didn’t even realize how neglectful you had been to yourself this whole time, your body feeling like a thousand tons had finally lifted off of it as for the first night in a week you finally allowed yourself to rest. 

Smaug may be many things, but a neglectful mate will never be one of them. 

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[christineedaaee]

picking up bilbo baggins

summary : bilbo wants to be picked up, he wants uppies

pairing : bilbo baggins x elf! reader

you heard a scoff coming from beside you. you turned your head, then looked down to see an impatient hobbit with his arms crossed and foot tap-tap-tapping.

"___." bilbo said sternly. you bent down to his height.

"yes, bilbo?" you raised your eyebrows, looking into his eyes.

"my feet are getting sore and tired and dirty." you knew exactly what to do with him, exactly what he was asking for.

but you decided you're gonna tease him.

"and what do you want me to do?" you said with faux concern. he merely scoffed, extending his arms out only for them to flop down in an act of frustration.

"well!- ugh, you know what? forget it, ___." he put up his hand, facing away from you.

you laughed loudly, shaking your head. he turned his head, fighting back a smile at hearing you laugh.

you extended out your arms. he tried not to seem excited, but let it slip for a moment.

he let out a small gasp and his face lit up, before he cleared his throat and straightened up.

"hm, seems you've chosen the appropriate choice." he shrugged his shoulders, before wrapping his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist.

you lifted him up while he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I was only kidding, you fool." you kissed his pointed ear before he hummed and nodded off to sleep.

the poor, poor hobbit was not used to an adventurers life.

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[theaskywalker]

Imagine being an Elven warrior aiding Thorin's company and Thranduil taking an interest in you

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