#so his orc instincts really scare him

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 1

I don't like the fated mates trope. But I think it's because I don't personally like how people write/interpret it (no hate, just not for me. Also I'm asexual so...I'm built different or something. shrug). So this is me trying to write fated mates my way.

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Word Count: 2443 (average 18 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, nothing happens....yet ;) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil. Not beta-read. Criticism is welcome, but be sure to distinguish criticism from hate.

My world shattered the day I saw him, my raebukan, my mate.

The pride of Orc tribes is centered on two things. The first being the pride of our warriors who defend and conquer in the tribe's name. The second, the pride of bearing and rearing many children together as a tribe through the groupings of mates. To ensure that all children be born strong, our bodies experience lordhovid - an intense physical pull that is described as a boiling in the blood that occurs upon seeing your mate. Lordhovid does not still until physical intimacy.

Most orcs experience lordhovid many times in their lifetime, gathering multiple partners that together rear large broods of children. The larger the brood, the greater pride the patriarch of the brood holds within the tribe and rises in rank of influence.

I, Drunrag Ularat, had never experienced lordhovid.

There had never been signs that I would ever feel the sensation of my blood burning for another. And while my brood brothers and sisters from my litter all began to bear children of their own, I remained. I remembered the way my broodmothers whispered to one another behind my back about me. I heard theories that I was unlucky, cursed, born dishonorably. My broodfather soon pretended that I didn't exist. My brothers and sisters did the same.

I tried to remain faithful that Gruumsh would change my fate, that I would lock eyes with a fierce orc-woman and feel the burn I heard so often about. But each looked back at me with only a coldness I had become too familiar with.

I left home, unable to bear the dishonor I continued to bring to my family. And I struggled through my young adult years earning my pay through hard manual labor. I learned to read and write in common to gain favor with those who hired me. I learned that my brute strength wasn't the only quality about me that could bring me honor. The older I got, the less I travelled, until I settled into a small merchant town on the coast, and worked in the forges during most of the year, crafting weapons and tools. The guilt and shame that I carried from my failure as an orc soon faded as the years passed and I settled into a rhythm that worked best for me in the quiet buzz of my coast town. I soon understood my true feelings from my childhood. I was relieved that I never had to juggle romance and physical intimacy. Even despite my lack of mate - I don't know that I ever really understood mating the same way as my tribe. It didn't make sense to me, and I didn't really want anything to do with it.

Until that fated day.

I had woke that morning with a pounding headache, and I remembered grumbling about it as I shuffled out of my room. The space was always cramped - due to my size - but it felt near claustrophobic that morning. I ran the back of my hand against my blurry eyes and blinked furiously as I peered into my food storage - only to find an onion as my offering for breakfast. I grumbled and reached for the snapsack I kept draped on my single chair and the pouch of coins that i shoved deep into the pockets of my breeches.

The morning was quiet, and the sea air was invigorating most mornings, but that morning, breathing it in only made me sneeze and the pounding in my head knocked harder against my skull. I groaned outwardly. As I walked down the cobblestone path towards the market circle, I felt a tightening sensation in the pit of my stomach with each step. Nausea overwhelmed me. Strange, since orcs have excellent constitution and I hadn't eaten a thing since the day before. I swallowed down the bile that built in my throat and forged ahead.

The market was always busy at any hour and I learned to know which vendors were more kind to me than others. It was still fairly common - and expected - to get strange lingering stares and off-kilter remarks made in my direction. I learned to ignore it, but today I already felt too unsettled to be able to shrug it off as easily as normal. I stopped by a bakery and exchanged my gold for a warm loaf of bread, then made my way down to where a stall was selling freshly picks fruits. Golden globes of fresh juicy fruit tempted me and I retrieved another set of coins before reaching for three shiny, firm globes into my sack.

As I deposited each one in one by one, I felt the tingle on the back of my neck that was someone was staring at me. With a fruit still in hand, I glanced to my right, ready to face a disgusted customer.

It was then that I looked up and met his gaze.

He was small. Maybe not by human standards, but I still considered most humans small - so he was also small to me. Willowy and thin, brown skin and long coppery curls, the ends teasing his skin around the base of his smooth, tantalizing neck. I spotted the soft pointy ears of a half-elf. Not quite as long and slender as an elf, but gently sloped up to a rounded point that poked through his mop of hair. Green-gold eyes - reminiscent of the fruit in my hand- met mine. They were large, curious eyes that looked back at me unflinching and kindly.

I couldn't look away. I didn't want to look away. He was beautiful. His lips were curled upwards naturally - like he always had a joke or funny story to tell. His lips parted as he gazed back at me, an open mouth smile just for me. There were no thoughts in my mind.

The burning began in my heart. A strong pulsing rush of boiling blood that started to spread and sear through every part of me. I stood there, unable to move and unable to look away from him. I felt so much joy, so much elation upon the sight of him, but it quickly was overrun with panic, confusion, and fear.

Never in the history of orcs had I heard of a male orc experiencing lordhovid with another male orc. It was common to have casual lovers of the same sex - but never mates. Mates were ones who promised children and the continued growth of your broods. I didn't understand - how could this man be my mate? I didn't want this. I was happy alone. Happy to be left alone. I gazed at him and the burning desire surged and bubbled until a loud, explosive breath escaped my lips. An exhalation of panic.

"Fuck." I breathed. I didn't want this.

"Sir, you alright?" The vendor asked me.

I grunted in response. I didn't break my gaze, everything in me was screaming inside me to take the half-elf and claim him here in the streets, in front of everyone. I hated that I even considered it. I didn't want that. My body and my brain remained at war, and I unable to move.

The half-elf's eyes narrowed. And he approached me slowly. The way he moved, the way his long legs and slender hips weaved through the crowd with ease, like water on glass. His eyes didn't leave me, and the walk towards me felt like it was a hundred miles between us. My breathing was growing ragged with each step. I was fighting everything not to run away...or run to him.

"I apologize if I have offended you." The half-elf said as he approached me. "I didn't mean to stare." His voice was gentle, smooth and rough at the same time. It reminded me of the sound of a harp, smooth and flowing out like song. I shuddered, my fists clenched. Closer up, I could see he had a spattering of freckles across his face, they were adorable and I wanted to spend the rest of my life counting how many existed on his body. I wanted to die for thinking of this stranger in front of me in such a base manner.

I blinked and swallowed heavily, my brain moving slower than normal. What could I do? What do I say?

The half-elf hesitated, reaching a hand out to me. I jerked back, fear and alarm and lust seizing me at once. He also jerked back. I saw that his hands were shaking. Was he afraid of me? I glanced up to his face again and saw that his eyes were wide and his lips were parting, he was breathing heavy.

He let out a heavy breath and whispered, "Can we go somewhere private? Something has come over me and I need your help."

Somewhere private.

Alarms bellowed in my brain. No. I can't be alone with him. I can't trust myself.

Before I could react, the half elf snatched my hand with both of his own. The warmth that radiated from his touch was cooler than the burning inside me and I felt my panic still. For how long I didn't know.

I let him drag me through the streets. My size didn't allow for a smooth walk, and I wasn't right in the head. I brushed and bumped against dozens of people. They likely glared at me, but I could only look at the back of my mate's head and wonder at how someone's hair could be so long and so curly at the same time and what it smelled like, what it would feel like against my cheek.

I found myself being pushed against a wall in a lonely street. I didn't know where I was. I looked down at the half-elf. His breathing was harder than before, and he stood very close to me. He only reached to my chest. My hands lingered close to his shoulders, eager to wrap around him. Around his waist. His neck.

"What did you to do me?" He said, an edge of desperation in his voice. "I don't know what I did to offend you...but please I beg you to remove whatever this curse is."

I may not be an honorable orc like my brothers and sisters, but hearing lordhovid be equated to a curse felt culturally offensive. It was true that I too didn't have any interest in these emotions, these urges. But it was the honor of an orc to experience this and feel the binding between one's self and their life-partner. And though I had grown to appreciate and become comfortable with my fate...I couldn't deny that there was a building excitement that I was finally feeling it with someone. The excitement also scared me too.

"Do you understand me?" He said pleadingly, and then he muttered to himself. "Damn, maybe he doesn't speak common."

"I understand." I managed to rasp out. My hands itched to hold him. I ignored it and wrestled through the rest of my words. "I - You are not cursed. What ails you also ails me."

"What is it?" He asked. "I'm feeling sensations that I am unfamiliar with."

"It is lordhovid. My people's mating instinct."

His eyes widened. "Why...why am I feeling it?"

I shook my head, "I don't know. This has never happened in our tribe. I am sorry."

"How do we stop it?" He asked. "Don't tell me I have to sleep with you?"

I looked away from his gaze, I couldn't bear to see him look at me with disgust. I felt a whimper escape my lips. It was too much to be so close to him and not hold him. I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't want him to be scared of me.

"I'm sorry." I breathed out.

"You...have you experienced this before?" He asked. "You seem more scared then me."

I shook my head. "I am krandad. Broken. I brought shame to my family because I was unable to mate."

"I see." He said, his voice sounding very calm under the circumstances. "And so now you experience your first...impulse...with me?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

He sighed. "Please stop apologizing. I'm starting to understand that this isn't really your fault."

I dared a chance to look to him. His hands were caught running through his hair, and he was also looking down. He was truly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I don't know if the lordhovid would change that for me either. He was simply radiant.

"What's your name?" he asked. "If I am to sleep with you, I'd like to know who you are." He put a hand on his chest. "I am Altan."

"Drunrag." I said.

"Drunrag." Altan said, and a smile returned. My knees weakened when he said my name back. The orcish name on his tongue sounded like poetry, like art. Oh, if I could hear him say my name again and again and again.

"You...are not afraid of me?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I think I'm faring better than you right now actually." He laughed.

I had to close my eyes to his radiance, his laughter was too much and I clenched my fists.

"Sorry," He said. "I can tell that I'm affecting you."

"Not your fault." I breathed. "I should just go. I can't do this to you unwillingly."

"What?' He asked.

Before I could say any more. I surged all of my strength to rip myself away from the wall and I ran and I didn't look back. My body continued to burn, and I felt an aching inside me that stretched from my body and remained with Altan. It was trying to pull me back. But I would not go. With each moment I spent with him, it had only become harder to deny my body's instinct to mate with him. I didn't want to do that to him. He was too good

None of this made any sense. I couldn't experience lordhovid so late in my years. I couldn't experience it with another species and I certainly couldn't experience it with another man. I didn't even want to begin to process the anger I felt when I had finally made peace that I didn't even want to mate with anyone.

My broodmothers had been right all along. I was broken. I was flawed and I never would have brought honor to my tribe.

I didn't open the forge that day, but instead crawled back into bed where i remained shaking and shivering.

#monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x half elf #dnd inspired #monster lover #monster romance #orc #orc romance #monster fucker #slow burn #my fic #writing #altan is honestly going to be the freaky one in this relationship #he thinks drun is so hot and sexy #drun is the wholesome one #drun also falls on the ace spectrum #so his orc instincts really scare him #gay romance #queer romance #this will definitely have sex eventually #but the romance is more important to me

[laurfilijames]

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Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 2,181

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Smut. Dry humping.

Summary: You set out alone at night in search of water, straying far from where the company has set up camp. Fili follows you and you're forced to hide from a group of orcs, the fear and adrenaline sparking something else in both of you.

A/N: It's day one of Deano Bingo, baby!!! This little fic was inspired by a scene in Rings of Power that I loved and couldn't resist! Prompts used were Fili, Accidental Kiss and Dry Humping.

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He was cunning, you thought, knowing Fili was following you deep into the quickly darkening forest, thinking he was sly and quiet but really neither of the two. You could easily hear branches and dried leaves that had fallen and been forgotten about crunching beneath his heavy boots, blanketing the ground from an autumn that had long since passed. You smiled as you continued, your own footsteps careful and calculated, aware that many unwanted creatures could greet you at any moment.

It was a risk, setting out in search of fresh water at such an hour, not to mention by yourself, but there hadn't been any orc sightings in days and in all honesty you were in need of a break from the company if even for a few brief moments.

It was evident that Fili was tracking you simply for your protection; constantly concerning himself over you and making sure you were safe in as many ways as he could control, but part of you hoped another reason had sent the heir out to scout you as well.

Tension had grown between you since day one of the journey, and you were happy to steal little moments away with him whenever you could, even if the threat of danger lurked ahead.

The creek that the company had passed a day earlier was not far off from what you could recall and with what little light the moon offered you, and you focused hard to pick up on familiar landmarks you had noted as you passed, your hands touching the rough bark on trees as you skimmed past them.

Unexpectedly, a hand grabbed your arm and easily turned you around, your free hand instinctively clutching the hilt of your dagger that was strapped to your waist, freeing it from its sheath to land on the throat of the smiling dwarf now in front of you.

"Did I not tell you to be careful out here?" Fili chuckled, not moving away from your blade but instead leaning slightly into it, the sound of the stubble on his neck scratching against it mixing with your breaths as you tried to calm your racing heart and burning lungs.

His blue eyes twinkled; glowing from the silvery light shining into them from above as well as what seemed to be his amusement of your knife pressed on his pulse, the addition of his crooked grin not helping to lower the combined fury of nerves and arousal that was stirred up in you in a mere matter of seconds.

"Fili, you can't scare me like that! I'll have your head!" you whispered in a tone so laced with anger that if you had not needed to keep quiet, your voice would have chased the birds from the trees.

He dared to chuckle as you finally brought the glimmering blade away from his thick neck; the urge to press your lips to it and suck and nip until he growled with pleasure raging through you even more so than the adrenaline from him surprising you.

"Don't pretend like you didn't know I was following you," he said confidently. "I could tell by your gait you were fully aware of my presence."

Giving him a sideways glance, you tucked your dagger back into its holder and began marching forward again, partially hating how obvious your want for him was, the other half of you flattered he paid close enough attention to know your desires.

"I think we're far enough out," he stated, the sound of his steps halting behind you, making you stop as well and turn around to face him.

"Far enough for what?" you quipped, watching his inviting lips curl into a devious smile once more, his dimples becoming hollow shadows on each side of his cheeks. "I came out here for water."

He hummed as you turned back and continued walking forward, and with a few long strides you felt him directly behind you, his pace prideful as he kept up, an occasional brush of his arm against your side filling you with excitement. Maybe the opportunity for a dip in the creek would present itself…

"Hey, wait." Fili spoke, his voice dropping to be low and serious.

Matching him, you paused on the spot, listening intently for what he might have heard. Footsteps that appeared to be made by numerous sets of feet echoed in the distance, and your heart leapt in your throat when Fili took your hand and quickly and quietly led you to a dense thicket of trees. He squatted and tucked himself against a fallen trunk; the circumference of the log large enough to shelter you both, and pulled you down beside him. Slowly, he rose up on his heels, carefully peering over the top of the dead wood whose only sign of life was borrowed from the moss that grew on its shell, and then quickly sat back down.

A distressed look drew across the parts of his features you were able to see, making worry and fear that had started out small explode within you, and you had to clench your teeth to stop them from chattering together.

Orcs marched not one hundred paces from where you sat barely hidden, the pummeling of their feet making the ground shake beneath them, their calls and grunts so clear it seemed like they were creeping up directly behind you. You jumped slightly when Fili's hand reached for yours, the warmth from it and his thumb running over the back of your hand helping to calm you, and you did your best to focus on his face as he kept his eyes fixed on the area above your head.

His chest heaved and his nostrils flared as he tried hard to keep his breathing as quiet as he could, his own fear evident as a bead of sweat trailed slowly down his brow and threatened to fall in his eye.

It seemed like forever that you sat there, and still more and more orcs trudged by, their numbers not appearing to fade. Your leg began to fall asleep; tingling with pins and needles and completely numb from your knee down, and you adjusted slightly to relieve the painful ache, only to have a small branch slip out from under your boot and roll down the hill you sat on. You made to speak; to apologize or gasp, you weren't even sure, but before you could, Fili's hand flew to cover your mouth, his eyes wide and staring at you pleadingly.

You breathed in his scent, watching as he brought his index finger to his lips to encourage more silence from you before you closed your eyes and a paralyzing fear began to take over.

Two orcs heard your disruption and moved to investigate closer, the light from their torches spreading out over your surroundings as they came nearer. Tears stung at your eyes and one fell to slide between your cheek and Fili's palm that remained securely over your face as you squeezed them shut tightly, not daring to reach out to clasp your shaking hands onto him no matter how badly you wanted to.

One orc lingered, hovering over the very spot you were sure you were no longer concealed by, each sniff he made to track a scent teasing you into thinking you were discovered. Bravely, you opened your eyes and held your breath, watching as the foul creature swept the arm holding his torch back and forth above your heads, somehow oblivious to your presence. You glanced back at Fili, watching him watch the orc, and for a moment you worried his blue eyes would reach out like a beacon and reveal you.

The orc turned and quickly scampered off, his companion following him closely, and you could visibly see Fili relax, letting out a quiet, but long sigh as he slowly withdrew his hand from your mouth.

"I'm sorry, I just tried t-" you started in a desperate whisper, shifting yourself fully to get into the more desired position you had intended to before, right at the same time Fili leaned forward to move off the stick that was digging into the back of his leg. You couldn't have been closer to each other before, and now as you moved simultaneously your faces met, noses brushing as the corners of your lips grazed, the braid on the left side of his moustache dangling to hit your chin.

Flinching as if you'd touched fire, you retreated back slightly, but not before Fili could grip the back of your head and pull you against him again, his lips crashing against yours with purpose.

You whined as his tongue prodded for access to your mouth, and you happily granted his wish without hesitation, the taste and scent of him overwhelming and immediately drowning out the fear you'd felt just moments ago. You leaned into him, wiggling ever-closer to achieve contact with his body that yours had longed for for too long a time, his warmth and buzzing charge from the thrilling experience radiating onto you.

His hand fell from your head and carded down your waist, gripping at your hips and finally your thigh where he gave a squeeze to encourage your own thought of swinging it over his lap to straddle him.

A whimper left you as you settled onto the hard bulge in his trousers, forcing him to kiss you harder in order to keep you quiet; the threat of being found not eliminated quite yet.

Your hands wandered into the opening of his fur-lined jacket, finding the neckline of his tunic where his chest hair always peeked out to tease you, and you squeezed at his flaming skin as a dizzying yearning washed over you like never before.

"Fili…" you whispered as your lips briefly parted, wanting to praise him and tell him how long and how furiously you had longed for him.

His lips turned up into a sated smile, looking at you briefly with a burning need that seemed to match yours.

"We still need to keep quiet, amralime," he murmured, his eyes flickering from yours down to your lips, and even further to your breasts that heaved in his sightline.

You couldn't risk undressing, needing to be ready to flee or fight at any given moment, so as much as both of you were crazed in the desire to feel your bare bodies against each other, you settled with what you could do.

The friction of his hardness was boundless as you steadily began to rock on him; the slow, rolling motion satisfying your need to feel him on your most delicate parts, his cock straining against the leather as it pressed up against you.

It was quiet now; the orcs having made their way through without noticing the needy, panting breaths shared between you and Fili or the noise of the material that kept you separated shifting and rustling as your actions became faster and more feverous.

It felt divine, and even though you would have preferred to have the silky, veiny flesh of his member sliding between your folds, soaking him until he pushed inside, you knew he would help find many other opportunities to allow for it.

The thought of having to sneak and steal away moments with Fili helped spike your arousal, your slick lubricating your clit enough to make you shudder as your climax bellowed deep within your core.

Holding tightly onto your hips, Fili aided your rocking as he bucked up into you, lifting his hips while forcing you down hard onto his barriered cock. A feral need overcame him; crazed in his desire to feel your wet flesh encase him so much that the earlier danger vanished from his mind completely, and he dug his face into your flushed neck to stifle his groans as his engorged and heavily leaking head fell victim to the persistence of your body. There was no way to hold back, and knowing you were at the peak of ecstasy with him, he came with an unforgiving force that left him clawing at you in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

Your fingers weaved in his tresses and pulled, signaling your arrival to your end, your mewling becoming uncontrollable and slightly louder despite your efforts to muffle them. Fili slotted his lips with yours again, swallowing your moans, feeling you explode over him as your body shook and quivered and crashed against him.

He held you as close as he could, your kissing becoming more languid and sweeter as time passed, and finally you convinced yourself to break away from him enough to look at his contented face.

"Should we head back to camp?" you asked, quietly still, pressing your forehead against his while praying to Mahal he would disagree with your suggestion.

"Hmm, no, not yet," he said somewhat cheekily, tilting his head to the side to catch your gaze before brushing his nose back and forth on yours. "We should stay a while yet, just to be sure."

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[love-toxin]

ix. "C'mon, pick up, please pick up..." xix. "Dude, open the door!" With Eddie and sad/depressed girlfriend reader? Like where he’s been driving himself crazy because he hasn’t been able to speak to you in days and he knows in an uncomfortable place in his gut that something is wrong

waoh!!! 🥺🥺

ellie's sentence starter prompts

ix - "C'mon, pick up, please pick up..."

xix - "Dude, open the door!"

(cws: depressed reader, fem pronouns, depressive episode)

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."

Eddie bounces impatiently on the balls of his feet, eyes darting from the receiver of the phone he's got tucked under his ear to the front porch of the house across the street. He tried at home, and then he tried at school, and now he's trying here--his free hand propping him up against the callbox as he waits and waits for the phone to stop ringing. But it doesn't, just keeps going, nothing but silence. You don't even pick up and hang up, which is what really worries him. He hasn't seen you in days, since he dropped you off after your date this past Sunday...and when you didn't show up to school today, on Wednesday, Eddie finally couldn't take it any longer.

"C'mon, baby, pick up, please pick up...." He mutters, fingers tapping against box as he stares down that house he's facing. The car is gone and the lights are out despite it being the middle of the day, so he knows your parents are at least out of the house. But are you?

"Fuck it,"

Finally he gets the balls to slam the phone down on the receiver, stepping out from the phonebooth and into the chilly autumn air that he instinctively pulls his jacket tighter around him to combat against. Your parents would never let him in the front door, but a sleight of hand check and a bobby pin do the trick just right, the lock clicking open for him to slip inside. Shoes on, cause he can't wait, he navigates down the hall and up the stairs to your room, spotting the door as easily as he would an orc in a room of halflings--but just when he reaches for the handle and moves to open it slowly, it stiffens and stops in a way that says fuck off. It's locked.

"Dude, open the door!" He's got no time for pleasantries, not that he cares for them anyways--the worry is coming out strong in his voice, he knocks but there's no shifting or groaning to indicate that you're inside. It's just silence, aside from his own frantic knocking. "Baby, if you don't open this door, I'm gonna break it down. Seriously, you're scaring the shit out of me!"

Nothing. The paranoia has grown from an inkling to an all-consuming terror, and Eddie's had just about enough of it.

"Gonna count to three, and then I'm coming in!" He doesn't want to push you, but he's scared. Terrified. Afraid of what he might find behind that door, if anything. "One!"

If he was scared shitless already, watching the door in front of him swing open without warning nearly tears a shriek from his throat. But instead he jumps back, startled, before his eyes adjust to the darkness inside the room and the miffed girl standing between him and it. A gentle, quiet "baby..." slips out of him, and like he hasn't spent the last two days worrying over you so much he couldn't sleep, Eddie throws his arms around you and squeezes you tight without so much as a warning. "Baby, what happened?" He whispers into your hair, noting silently how mussed and tangled it's become in just the span of a day or two. You must've been sleeping a lot and brushing it very little.

"I didn't want you to see me like this..." Your voice is a croak, a product of not enough drink in your system, and all at once it dawns on him that he doesn't need to know the gritty details. There's no need to press you for why and what happened and how could you do this to yourself--you need serious care, serious love, and there's nobody that gives it to you like he does.

"See you like what?" He pulls away, brushing your hair aside to graze your cheek with his hand, and it's glorious. Like he's been fed after weeks of starvation. "All I see is my beautiful girl. Feels like I haven't touched you in ages."

"It was a couple days, Eddie..." You mumble, trying in vain not to meet his eyes.

"Couple days too long." He grins, able to breathe a sigh of relief for once. You're safe, at least. This is a problem he can help fix, thank god. He looks past you into your room, peers through the darkness to see how much of a mess it is, but your bed is full of blankets and pillows and soft things, things you like. He can spot one of his t-shirts from here, and though you open your mouth to say something--probably to apologize for the state of your room--he speaks first and gets ahead of it before you can get a word out.

"Can I come in?"

"You don't want to, Eddie. I-"

"I wanna be with you. If you're in there, that's where I wanna be." In all honestly, there's nothing you could say to deter him from coming in either way. He would've skirted past you and flopped on to your bed anyways, no matter the state of it or you or anything else in your room.

But you don't deter him. You move aside, let him kiss your unbrushed teeth and sit back on your sweaty sheets, and even let him hold you, unshowered and weak from getting absolutely zero sunlight, and remind you that he loves you. Not that this isn't okay, or that you're wasting your days away because you're "just sad", or that you should be getting it together and quit being lazy. He would never say something like that, and that.....it makes you a little more amiable to help. Helps you lean into taking a shower together and letting him brush your hair and drinking the water and eating the food he hands to you, and when you're ready, you'll be able to come out of your own volition. And Eddie will be waiting there with open arms for you, no matter if he got his attendance all marked up with tardies and absences because he wanted to help you, no matter if you're not magically happy again and back to normal. He'll just be there, sitting in the open door of his van, swinging his feet and taking a puff of his cigarette as he waits for you. And those brown eyes will sparkle so brightly when he sees you coming, a toothy smile sheathed in a loose cloud of smoke waiting to greet you, as well as a kiss so warm it'll keep away that autumn chill and any others that you feel creeping up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #ellie's sentence starters #anons

[nereb-and-dungalef]

Uhh Melkor feels like everything's right whenever Mairon is around so seeing him injured is just,,,, aaaa

Before Mairon shows up with blood spurting from his neck, Melkor was having a hell of a time, ordering his orcs around with increasingly desperate ideas to retrieve the Silmaril, until he falls silent with a sharp pain in his head, and so much fear

Bam, something crashes into the window, smearing blood over it. Melkor opens it to see Mairon in bat form barely hanging on, scared shitless and bleeding everywhere. He screams for a doctor and pulls Mairon in. Mairon shudders as he shifts into humanoid form, going limp in Melkor's arms

Melkor can feel Mairon's thoughts and the deepness of the shame and anguish and he's like "I forgive you" because he know it's exactly what Mai needs to hear

Mairon retches as blood pours out of his mouth, and Melkor feels a flavor of fear he's never known before- fear for Mairon that cuts deeper than any fear for himself, into nauseating despair. Like, Mairon is the one who comforted him throughout everything, the one who's always performing calmness even when things have gone to shit, and now he's too weak to do even that...

Thankfully Mairon is too preoccupied with his own terrors to read Melkor's thoughts, so Melkor catches himself and focuses on the love he has for Mairon, though twinged with despair and horror, and holds him close, whispering reassurances in an attempt to calm the storm in his mind and body

When Mairon's wound gets stitched up he's finally able to control himself and hide the deepness of his pain from Melkor because it's clearly affecting him but Melkor's like "you can show me, I can handle it" so Mai's brain just runs through the entirety of what happened and the depth of his love for Melkor colored by shame and a feeling of worthlessness because he had to let it out at some point, and he failed, and he's scared for Melkor, he's been scared this whole time...

Mairon isn't crying but Melkor is so he grabs Melkor and draws him close and silently begs him not to cry, that it's okay, that it's going to be okay, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to ever hurt

Because no matter how much he hurts and how scared he is Mairon's first instinct is protect

But he's still feeling so weak and can barely sit up so he collapses back in bed while Melkor buries his head into his chest and tells him it's okay, we're together now, and I'll protect you this time, I'll comfort you this time

Because a Silmaril isn't what really matters... for now

Because they hurt him, and they're going to pay

#hi guys what's it like seeing me post something i wrote for myself in my notes app with bare minimum editing #angbang #cw emetophobia #ish. i mean it's vague haha #whump #hfjshd whump my beloved <3 #tolkien #silmarillion #melkor #mairon #sauron #abhorred little meow meow #(don't mind my fucking. organizational tags lmfao) #from a scale of one to ten how fucking hyperactive is my writing style hfkshfkshdjfhbd #hurt/comfort #welccy to tumblr fanfic the only genre where you get such eloquence as 'it's just;;; aaa' #jirt #my writing #for the public

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “They Will Eat You.”

“RAWR! I am a hungry human and I’m going to eat your face off and wear your skin as a coat!”

“No, stop, you’re scaring me.”

Footsteps and the older Tesraki chases her younger brother into the other room.

He is screaming “Stop! Stop! It’s not funny.”

She pulls to a stop but grins at him, an unnatural facial expression for a tesraki. He squirms away from her, “b-besides. H-Humans don’t eat people.”

She stalks forward, “Oh they don’t do they. Because My teacher told us that humans are MADE to hunt and eat people. They have binocular vision so they can more easily POUNCE!” She lunged for him and he squealed rolling away.

“And they can smell too. They can detect chemicals in the air so like they can probably smell your ear.” She stalked closer, and he backed away.

“No they can’t.” He whined 

She held up her hands, “Oh yes they can, and they have razor sharp claws that they can use to RIP YOU OPEN!” She lunged at him again and he screamed running away.

“Stop.”

She pulled to a halt, “Plus, humans are so fast and strong that they run their prey to death just to mess with them, so even if you try to run away from a human it wont work. And AND they always hunt in packs so you want to get away anyway.” She leaned in closer, “And once they have you, they’ll cut you into little chunks and then light your bits on fire before eating them. Then they’ll take your skin and wear it.”

“MOM!”

“Shhh! I am a human, so if you scream ill bite your throat out with these razor sharp bones that grow through the skin in my mouth.” She raced after him again.

He kept screaming.

“Even if you manage to get away my bite is so dangerous, you’ll get sick and die!” She skidded to a halt with him trapped in the corner, “Plus humans can breathe acid you know.”

“No they can't, you’re just making that up.”

“No, I’m serious. Their bodies produce some of the strongest acid we know of, and they cant regurgitate it.”

“Ewww, please stop.” 

She ignored him, “And with their predatory instincts, they don't hesitate to RIP YOUR HEAD CLEAN OFF!”

He screamed even louder.

“Paxi! What are you doing to your brother?” 

She turned around her large ears drooping in guilt, “Nothing.”

Her father pulled his ears back, “Paxi, stop telling scary stories to your brother. Humans aren’t going to eat him.”

Her ears pulled back, “But my teacher.”

“Your teachers is a paranoid specialist. Need I remind you that it was humans that came in for disaster relief when the earthquake happened, They went into the wreckage and carried the injured out in their arms and on their backs. A lot of humans died that day to save members of our species.”

She frowned and looked at her brother whispering, “They’re strong enough to carry dad over their heads.”

“Paxi stop that. Humans may be a predator species, but they don’t eat aliens, and they certainly don’t rip people open with their teeth. They are too advanced for that. Not to mention that humans are omnivores, which means they are likely to eat more plants and other products than they do meat.” he walked over and picked up her little brother, “Why did you have to do this the day before we go into the city.” He sighed, “honestly paxi, he is going to be scared the entire time.”

She cocked her head, “Why.”

Her father sighed, “Because sometimes humans come to visit the city for trade. The UNSC has a docking station there which means humans SOLDIERS.”

She looked up at her brother, “That means the most dangerous humans.”

He squealed and hid his face.

Her father sighed.

***

He glanced around nervously clutching his mother’s hand. She dragged him along in frustration. He had been like this all day, hyper-vigilant and nervous looking for any sign of a human. Expecting one to pounce at them from the dark corners of an alley.

“Come on Timor. Try to keep up.”

The walked into one of the shops, and he was momentarily distracted by some trinkets left out on the shelves. His sister had gone off with their dad to look at something. His mother sighed, “Alright Timor, just stay here and look at the toys while I go pay for this.”

She walked off and he was left to happily look at the trinkets, when a voice rose up from beside him.

“Hey kid.”

He turned his head confused to find another Tesraki standing close by, “Those are pretty expensive you know.”

He sighed and wilted, “yeah, I know.”

“You know there is a shop just down the way that sells those for really cheap. I bet you'd have enough to buy it yourself.”

He lit up “Really!”  he was proud of the idea, his parents would be so happy that he found a good deal.

“How far away is it?”

“Oh just around the corner, here, I'll show you.” He motioned Timor closer, and the little tesraki followed.

It was just around the corner after all.

Of course about five corners later, and he --too late-- figured out that he did not know how to get back . 

“I thought you said it was just around the corner.” He whined, growing more nervous by the second.

“Don’t worry, it's just here.”  He turned a corner with Timor following, and froze as he found himself in a tight dark alley.

“But where?”

A shadow passed behind him, and he turned his head to see an Iotin standing over him,  its long snakelike body blocking out the sun behind him, “Selling out your own species, Tesraki, that is a new low.”

The tesraki snorted, “I’d sell my own mother for the kind of credits your boss is willing to pay. Those Prodigum have more hunger than they have sense.”

He turned in a wide circle as a burg and some other Tesraki appeared from the shadows. 

He was so scared, he tried to scream, but nothing came out. He tried to Run, But the Iotin caught him by the scruff and lifted him in one hand towards the sky.

“Don’t go running off little Tesraki. You wouldn’t want to spoil our pay, now would you. He tried to squeal again, but no sound came out.

The burg opened a large bag and began approaching.

That is when he heard a deafening roar.

The entire group yelled in surprise as a massive white and black shape leaped past them barreling the Burg to the ground.

The two of them went spinning across stone. When they came to a halt,the burg didn’t move, but the human straightened up and turned to look at them. It blinked one large green eye at them and bared its teeth.

This time Timor did manage to scream as the Iotin dropped him and tried slithering away.

It didn’t get far as it was hemmed in by another tall shape.

Large brown eyes narrowed.

Timor crawled to the side of the alley face hidden behind his hands.

Loud footsteps, and a massive blue shape appeared from around the corner end of the alley. The Drev held three Tesraki in her large arms throwing them flat to the cobbles.

“You should have stayed out of this human.” The Iotin snarled  raising a hand.

A rattling form above alerted Timor to at least ten other figures descending from above.

“Ten to five.” The human said its voice strangely melodic. It made an eerie sort of revving sound deep in it’s chest, “Those odds are almost laughable iotin.”

And then the brawl began

Timor tried to scoot away, but a burg caught sight of him, and thinking he could use the little Tesraki as a hostage, he grabbed for him

And was clobbered right in the side of the head.

It took timor a moment to figure out that it had been a human foot that knocked the Burg in the head.

The human hit the ground rolled and jumped back up again rattling the stone around them.

Timor screamed as a large arm grabbed him about the middle and spirited him off the ground.

The human held him closer pressing the small body tight against his chest as he dodged to the side of another iotan returning the favor with a powerful elbow to the face. He leaped forward rolling and tucking the Timor closer to his chest.

Timor rode out the roll pressed against the human protected from impact by the powerful corded muscle in the human’s chest and back, and the cage afforded to him by the creature’s harder-than-steel bones.

The fight was over almost as soon as it had started.

The human pulled out of the roll in a skid three limbs on the ground, one curled up around Timor.

The blue Drev stood from a crouched position and dusted off her hands, “Well, that was almost laughably easy.

The human that held Timor stood up flexing the muscles in his back and neck, “A pity, I was just getting warmed up.”

And that was when Timor started to cry -- or the tesraki equivalent.”

The human looked down at the little Tesraki large green eye relaxing from it’s narrowed state, “hey, hey, it's alright.”

“P-please d-don’t e-e-eat me/”

To his surprise the human cocked his head in confusion, “Eat you, ew, no. Why Would I want to do that?”

He looked up at the human pulling back his large ears.

The other humans had gathered around them.

“B, but my sister s-said that-”

One of the other humans laughed, “Your sister was trolling you kid. We don’t eat Tesraki.”

The human bared its teeth again, and Timor shied away, “You’re gonna rip my throat out with your face bones.”

More weird noises from the humans. The one eyed human made a face, “Gross. Why would I want to do that. Human’s don’t bite unless it's a self defense kid.” he opened his mouth, “See not razor sharp.”

The tesraki peered up at him and was surprised to find that…. Yeah while the human’s teeth were comparably sharp to other species, they were also….kind of lame.”

He examined them a bit closer.

“So… you’re not hunting for food?”

The human snorted, “Why hunt for food when Ican buy a bagel from a street cart.” He motioned back to the groaning bodies.” he motioned towards the groaning bodies on the ground, “We were hunting, but not for food.”

“You aren’t going to eat them.”

The human made a face, “Not if you paid me. “Now where are your parents.”

Timor began to cry again, “I don’t know.”

“Its ok,we’ll help you find them.” The human patted the tesraki on the head with his large hand.” The gesture was actually very soothing, and the human was warm. If what he was saying was true, than he felt very safe.

No one was going to mess with him if he had a pack of humans.

“Sunny,” He motioned to the Drev and then to the downed aliens, “Take out the trash will you.” The Drev lifted her head with a nod.

Timor looked up at the human as they walked from the alley. “Do you breathe acid.”

The human looked down at him with a bemused expression, “DoI do what? No…. well” he paused, “Not because I want to, and not in the fun way. Just…. No.”

Timor looked at him confused, “Where are your claws? Did someone cut them off?”

The human shook his head and held up a hand, “Nope, all i’ve got are fingernails.” 

“Do you wear the skin of your enemies as clothing?”

“What! No I….” The human paused glancing down at the black jacket he was wearing. IT had a shiny sort of sheen to it.

Timor began to get very nervous.

The human shook his head, “No of course we don’t do that.”

He continued to ask questions, and was surprised to find that most of it wasn’t true at all. The human was actually very nice and helpful and empathetic and concerned, and he let Timor sit on his shoulders so he could better see above the crowd, “See them yet?” The human asked. Timor stood halfway, holding onto the human’s hair to get a better look.

The human tilted his head about the same time that Timor heard it.

“Timor! TIMOR! Where are you!”

“TIMOR!”

“That’s them!” He exclaimed.

Before he could direct the human further, the creature turned and began following the noise.

The voices grew louder, and finally he saw them frantically pushing through the crowd and calling his name.

“i’M HERE.” he shouted waving his hands and nearly falling before the human grabbed him.

“Timor!” His parents screamed in unison Pushing through the crowd and stopping dead in their tracks staring up at the human with wide eyes. HIs sister Paxi squealed and hid behind her parents.

He waved at them from his perch atop the human’s shoulders.

“It’s ok. He doesn't eat Tesraki.”

The human lifted Timor from his shoulders and set him down allowing him to run to his parents.

His father worked his jaw for a  moment before finding the words, “I suppose…. Thanks are in order.’

“Don’t thank me,but I'll watch him a bit more closely. Looks like slaves had lured him away.”

“Slavers!”

The human nodded gravely, “We caught them,and they are being detained, but I would still be careful.”

Timor ignored the adult conversation and pointed to the human looking at his sister, “This is my human friend Adam, and if you are mean to me again, he’s going to make you into boots.” 

The human turned and frowned having heard him, “No one is getting turned into boots.” He turned back to Timor’s parents, “Anyway I should get going. Keep an eye on him.”

“Yes of course.” As the human was turning, they held out a hand, “What’s your name…. Who do we have to thank.”

The human glanced over his shoulder and waved a hand, “Don’t thank me. Thank the UNSC.”

And then he vanished into the crowd.

#humans are space orcs #humans are insane #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space oddities

[zigtheeortega]

undying

pairing | mal x mc

word count | 3.9k

warnings | discussion of death, mentions of sex

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @dakotawinchester, @empressazura, @felix-hauville, @blainehayes, @agentdumortain, @pixelsandkink [not sure who else would want to be tagged]

author’s note | well i worked on this fic on and off for months because i wasn’t really sure where i wanted it to go, but the idea’s nagged at me ever since the topic of interspecies relationships and life spans was brought up. i wanted to expand on mal and zilyana’s conversation about it years down the road, because i genuinely think mal would avoid it until he couldn’t handle it anymore. i seriously missed writing mal, and i’m so happy i get to for @bladesappreciationweek! not necessary, but i do reference a past fic’s heist in this one, so if you want a bit of context, here it is!

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Zilyana stirred, resituating herself against Mal’s bare chest, feeling his arm instinctively tighten around her shoulders. When she realized she was missing the sound of his deep breathing, accompanied with an occasional soft snore, she cracked an eye open to see his chin tipped upwards, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

He absentmindedly traced his thumb over her arm, eyes darting around, brows furrowed.

“Mal?”

He broke from his near trance, and turned to kiss her on top of her head. “Can’t sleep either?”

“I think I just sensed that you were awake,” she stretched, yawning, watching his smirk, just tight enough on his face that she could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

“Maybe it’s an elf thing, but your intuition is so spot on. It’s almost creepy,” he chuckled, the smile fading.

“Don’t deflect,” she gripped his chin, turning his face towards hers, searching his eyes in the dim light. “You know I can tell when you’re trying to bottle it up.”

“What do you mean bottle it up?”

“You know what I mean, Mal. Your feelings.”

He sighed. “It’s not really anything that I should be worrying about right now.”

“Well then let’s just have a discussion,” she said, slipping out from underneath the covers to grab her nightgown. “No worrying, just talking it out like two regular people.”

“Can’t we just talk in bed?” He quirked a brow, watching her cover her naked form with the loose fabric.

“I think we could both do with some fresh air. It might even fuel your adventurous spirit,” she wiggled her brows at him.

He rolled his eyes, barely able to conceal his growing smile. “You’re a wild one, Yana, I’ll give you that.”

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They strolled down the cobblestone path behind the orphanage, fingers intertwined, the distant sounds of chirping frogs ringing out against the silence. 

He’d abandoned his gloves years before, as well as his belt of weapons, the daggers sealed up in their cottage along with the medal he’d earned, distant reminders of his years of thieving and adventuring.

She thumbed the scars on his hands, the smooth skin of the healed cuts each telling a story of its own (and she’d asked about them – after she removed his gloves finger by finger, peppering kisses across his knuckles, fingers, palms). He tried keeping track of them, but his oral history only went so far, so he lost count.

At some point he began to tease her when she asked, making up the most wild fibs to explain each mark; the first couple of times, he was well into the story before she called bullshit. But now she could tell just by the glint in his eye when he was lying.

They veered off path, heading towards the large oak tree in the distance, which was a selling point for the land in the first place. Their building sat just on the outskirts of White Tower, so they could maintain a semblance of solitude and avoid the feeling of constant governing or surveillance, which Mal was convinced he still had, despite being pardoned. She couldn’t blame him for his paranoia – when you’ve been running for that long, it’s nearly impossible to break the habit of wanting to bolt.

The limbs of the tree were massive, some splaying out like an outstretched hand, fingers spreading wide, the low hanging limbs a favorite playing ground for the children. The more adventurous ones (that wanted to take after Mal) climbed its trunk, a frequent challenge between them – if they climbed high enough, they could find their carving, the “Z + M” knifed into a knot on one of the branches.

The smaller kids usually wanted to join in, but Mal had grown protective over the little ones, instead building a porch swing just for them, and occasionally, she could find him out there. Pushing his feet against the ground to sway them softly, arms looped around the kids sat next to him, he’d tell stories of Mal the Magnificent’s triumph alongside the cunning Zilyana of House Nightbloom.

She settled onto the swing, leaning forward to beckon him closer. He smiled, narrowing the gap between them, hands enclosing her own on the rope, pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Oh no, I wasn’t asking for a kiss, but that works,” she grinned, bending her knees to shift the swing.

He laughed, stepping behind her, but not before tousling her hair with his fingers – something he did to tease even though he knew it prompted a smack on the shoulder.

“You just wanted me to come out here with you because of my pure, unbridled strength, huh?” He asked, his palms settling on her shoulder blades, molding themselves to her shape, the warmth of them seeping through the thin fabric of her gown.

“Yes, because you’re so much more qualified than an orc to push a swing,” she said through a laugh, gasping when he pulled her backwards, much higher than normal – she was nearly horizontal with the ground, trying desperately to hold in her raucous cackles, as to not wake the kids.

He released her, quickly moving out of the way as she sliced through the air feet first, long legs pointed as she descended, bending as she reached her peak.

“Slide over,” he said, running out in front of her, turning his back to her.

“No!”

But the command didn’t phase him, since he plowed into the swing ass first, skewing their swing pattern – he didn’t care. His shit eating grin was wide and proud as they rocked in a diagonal line.

The minute they strolled onto the property that’d later be the orphanage all those years ago, Mal was changed.

The roof was caved in, nearly rotted from years of neglect. The flooring was battered. The rain damage alone was enough to send any sane person running.

Oddly enough the challenge seemed to seal the deal for him.

Watching him (shirtless) repairing the roof by hand, Zilyana couldn’t help but think back to the first time they’d been in peril – he’d ran from responsibilities, ready to pawn them off on the next sorry sap. 

But he didn’t run from this – his calling.

Many people had jokingly (and seriously) called him a coward in the past, but seeing him, rebuilding the schoolhouse from the ground up with his bare hands, was proof he’d never been one. He’d just needed some semblance of a home in order to stop running.

Their roots were deep, plunging into the earth and knotting into the soil much like the hundred-year old oak on their land.

Mal’s adventurous itch was seemingly scratched for, well, the rest of his life. So she had no idea what he was upset about.

She leaned into him, linking an arm with his, nuzzling her nose into his neck, a content feeling spreading like a soft buzz through her limbs when he pressed a kiss to her hair.

They swung gently, listening to the white noise of their land, Zilyana waiting for him to break first.

He breathed deeply, like he was steadying himself for what was to come.

“You out of breath, old man?” She teased, trying again to lighten the mood like he usually appreciated, but this time he was so focused he barely gave a soft chuckle in response. 

It took him quite a while to speak, the first question on his lips a heavy one. He’d never been one for subtlety.

“Are you afraid of death?” He asked, voice quiet, almost like he was more scared of acknowledging the possibility more than her answer itself.

“We’ve had this conversation before and I said that I wasn’t scared –”

“No, it’s not the same,” he started, his arm tightening around her shoulders, “I don’t mean dying a noble death like in the midst of a fight… I mean, when things are good, are you afraid of losing it all?”

She blinked a few times, trying to muster a response that wasn’t unintelligible sputtering.

He pulled his arm from around her, tangling his scarred fingers in his hair, tugging his head down until his elbows rested on his thighs. “I don’t know how to talk about this.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be good at everything,” she murmured, running her palm over his shoulder blades.

He laughed, his back rumbling underneath her hand. “What, are you gonna call me a kit?”

She matched his laugh with an even louder one, rippling through the quiet. “We retired that nickname a long time ago.”

Leaning back against the bench, he leaned into her, seemingly a bit more steady with her arm around him.

“C’mere,” she said, tugging at him until his head was nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his sigh tinged with a contented hum. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

The sigh that fell from his lips that time was a tired one – like he was trying to relieve a weight off of himself. “I’ve been avoiding this for too long, and I don’t have anyone else to blame but myself.”

He turned his face further into her embrace. “It’s my fault for being too wrapped up in the good.”

“What’s it been, like ten years since we met in Riverbend?” She kissed his hair, pulling back to stroke his brunette locks.

“Yeah…”

“That’s nothing. We’ve got years and years to figure everything out.”

“But what happens after that?”

She was confused. It’d been a long time since he’d sounded this… defeated.

But he still wasn’t exactly making sense – it’s like he was building to something that he wasn’t sure he even wanted to say.

“I don’t really know what you mean by that,” she said, still petting his hair.

Before she could say another word, he’d pushed himself up from the swing, sliding off into an immediate brisk pace away from her, stopping and facing her when he’d put some distance between them.

“Are you… have you…” he started, struggling to find his words. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger, before dragging his hand down his face.

“Gods this is so much harder to talk about than I thought.”

“It’s okay. I’m here to listen. No judgement,” she nodded, using the balls of her feet to push herself back, letting the swing gently sway.

“I’ve been thinking about us lately… and I know we don’t really plan ahead. We, you know, live in the moment and are spontaneous and all that. And we’ve been that way for a long time,” he said, beginning to pace again. “But now with the orphanage and the kids, I’ve been thinking about my…” He trailed off outstretching a palm like he was waiting for the word to manifest mid-air and plop into his hand.

“Legacy?”

“No, not that. I know I’ve got the medal and my ‘titles’ and the world renowned rep,” he joked, a smirk tugging at his lips, “but I’m thinking more about… longevity.”

“Longevity? Like with us? Mal, you know you’re it for me.”

“Yeah, and you’re it for me, Yana, but that’s not what I mean,” he said, and stopped pacing, blowing air out of his cheeks. He turned to her and they locked eyes. And it all fell into place.

“You mean your life.” She said, matter-of-factly.

It wasn’t something she actively ignored, but she didn’t go out of her way to bring it up. She knew that she was young, and he was young, but youth meant something completely different to either of them.

“Yeah.”

“Well… what about it?”

Chewing his lip, he rubbed at his beard with the pads of his fingers.

“Can I be blunt?”

“What, if I say no, are you gonna sugar coat it for me?” She teased, stretching her arms across the back of the swing.

He laughed again, and she savored it like a rich sweet. Years of hearing it and she could never get enough of the sound.

“What are you gonna do when I die?”

She coughed, caught completely off guard. “I mean… I’m going to live.”

“Will you, uh, be okay?”

Her brow lifted quizzically. “You think I can’t live without you?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, lifting a shoulder to feign nonchalance. “Thought you’d at least be sad about it.”

The surprised noise that left her lips shifted his attention to her, fully on her, like he was sure he’d misstepped.

“Of course I’ll be sad.”

Shoulders sagging, he trudged his way to the swing, his stride slow. He slumped onto the seat, leaning back until his head was tipped all the way back, locks hanging over the edge.

“This isn’t going how I wanted it to go,” he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Wanted what to go, exactly? You’re asking me lots of questions but I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” she said, absentmindedly smoothing his hair back, prompting a soft smile from him, his head still tilted back, his skin bathed in moonlight.

“I’m just gonna come out and say it –”

“– Finally –”

“I’m ignoring that,” he chuckled, continuing.

“I’m scared of leaving you. Not, like, packing my shit up and leaving you, but the idea of me dying – what happens when I’m gone? Are you gonna take care of the orphanage for another century without me? Are you gonna be happy? Are you gonna move on? Do I want you to move on? –”

“Mal, breathe –” She shushed him, scooting closer to him, draping her legs over his thighs and between his knees. He clutched at her thigh with his left hand, fingers digging into her flesh.

“Why are you so worried about this all of the sudden?”

“I don’t know… sometimes I just watch you hanging out with the kids, braiding their hair or tending to the garden with them,” he said, finally opening his eyes, finding hers immediately, “And I wonder if you’ll ever look that happy if I’m not in the picture.” 

Zilyana took her own advice, taking a moment to inhale deeply, trying to settle her newly quickened heartbeat.

Mal’s right hand snaked up to stroke her jaw, pushing loose strands of hair back over her shoulder. “I can’t bear the thought of you grieving for me for years. Hell, I don’t know if I’d handle it well if I were in your place.”

“Is this your formal request for a separation?” She asked, eliciting a surprised laugh from him. “If so, I want the land. You can have my home in Undermount.”

He sat up, slipping his arm around her waist and sliding her closer. “Who says I want to live next door to elf boy?”

Leaning in to kiss her neck before lightly nipping at her skin with his teeth, he held her tighter while she squirmed and giggled. “Mal, stop – stop, we’re having a serious conversation –”

“You say that like you’re not the one who made a divorce joke at my expense,” he smirked, arm still draped around her lower back.

“I mean, when you die, I’m gonna get the house back anyways, so it’s not like it matters –” she said quickly, trying to get the joke out before he realized and tickled her again.

“Oh, I get it, joke about the defenseless human –”

“– short, defenseless human –”

“C’mon, are you always gonna bring that up?” He shook his head, unable to hide his grin.

“Yup. One inch. I own you, little man,” she said, tousling his hair with a chuckle, digging her knuckles into his scalp.

He swatted her hand away, and her quip dissolved the silence, both of their harmonious belly laughs filling the air with the absence of warmth the sun left behind.

She took a moment to scan the outline of their land, acre after acre of green spattered with their favorite flora, the ardenwillows at the edge of the forest framing their land with golden flecks – Mal had managed to find a way to sneak gold into his life in any capacity.

Her hand snaked upwards to her chest where her necklace laid, the two rings tinkling against each other as she absentmindedly thumbed them.

One ring, the one he’d gifted her on their last heist, the first one he’d ever pickpocketed, had been worn around her neck since that night.

The second ring, an even more sentimental one, she’d worn for half the time, but was arguably more special and more of a milestone for them.

When they purchased the run down building, the previous owner handed them a couple of keys that “might open the bedrooms” (they didn’t).

And when they finally made the place liveable, he’d surprised her with a thin brassy gold band – a blacksmith had melted the old keys and made them into matching rings.

Mal’s reputation preceded him, pardon or not. Late at night after she’d joked that she’d leave him at the altar and be a runaway bride, he’d admitted that he wasn’t fond of the idea of marriage considering the weight his last name held – he couldn’t bear to put her in danger.

So they settled for symbols instead, starting with rings.

“I really am scared, though,” he said, taking her out of her reminiscing. “It’s a fear I didn’t ever expect to have, you know? Didn’t think I’d love my life enough to be terrified of losing it.”

“Well, have you done all you’ve wanted to do?” She knew the answer to this, of course, but she couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah. Saved the day, followed my dreams, got the girl, all of that,” he joked, lips pulling into a smirk.

“Well… I have, too,” she shrugged.

His brows furrowed, expression conflicted.

“Mal, I don’t need you to assume what I’m capable of handling. I’m pretty tough.”

“So you’re okay with not having anyone after me?” He looked like he almost didn’t want to know.

“Well, sure, I could fuck anyone who looks my way, but I’m never going to be romantically satisfied,” she said, matter-of-factly. “So, I’d just rather not.”

“You’re sure you wouldn’t want to… uh… be with anyone else?”

She slapped his arm lightly, and he flinched dramatically. He threw his hands up, feigning innocence.

“Hey, it’s scientifically proven that elves are horny. Don’t blame me, blame science.”

“Yeah, sure I’d get lonely, but doesn’t every widow? Doesn’t mean I’m just gonna move on,” she said, leaning in to kiss his temple. “I said it before, I’ll say it again – you’re it for me.”

“So, you’re gonna be okay? Y’know, after I croak?”

“You should be happy you’re dying before me, because I couldn’t imagine the chaos you’d leave the orphanage in. Giving kids sweets before dinner, letting them stay up all night, teaching them how to pick locks…”

He glanced at her and then away guiltily.

“Yeah, you’d still be doing all those things but without me to scold you for it.” 

He smiled, toying with a loose strand of her hair, swirling it around his finger. “When you put it like that, it makes sense.”

Before she could come up with another quip to keep it light, he’d cupped her jaw in both of his hands, kissing her deeply.

“What was that for?”

“Just trying to get as many in before my time comes.”

“Oh, you’re smooth,” she smiled against his lips. “Are you okay with going before me?”

She pulled back searching his eyes, trying to find that specific sheen she knew would appear if he was lying to her.

“Yeah. I am,” he said. “Thank Gods I’m going first, because I know I couldn’t live without you.”

She waited for the glimmer… but nothing changed, his gaze resolute.

He leaned in again, kissing her more deeply than the last, like he was trying to pour every last drop of himself into her.

When they parted, he pressed their foreheads together, embracing for as long as they could draw out the moment (but of course, Zilyana was hellbent on making him laugh).

“You know, I could just use my light skill every time you have to get up in the middle of the night for the latrine and that alone would shave off my remaining years.”

A conversation that heavy shouldn’t have had that many quips, that much teasing, that much joy. But it proved that regardless of whatever came their way, Zilyana and Mal could and would overcome it.

He leaned in close, murmuring in her ear. “That’s it, Yana – I’m thinking we need to go back to our room so I can tease you like you’ve been teasing me –”

“Miss Yana, Mister Mal, I can’t sleep,” a voice called from behind them. Mal jumped back, looking behind the swing for the source of the noise.

“Ah, Cyran, nightmares again, buddy?” Mal asked, standing up to walk towards the boy, but not before shooting a look at her that said “We’re not done yet”.

“Yes, sir,” the young elf said, rubbing his eyes. “I’m kinda scared.”

Mal bent down so that he was eye level with the child. “Yeah, well, that’s okay. You don’t have to be brave all the time.” His eyes flickered up to Zilyana’s, giving her a quick wink. “My favorite girl taught me that.”

Cyran’s bright eyes found hers. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. Even Mister Mal gets scared sometimes. I do, too,” she said, circling around the swing to where they stood, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“She’s way braver than me,” Mal said, before hoisting Cyran on his shoulders, wincing with a smile as he knotted his fingers into his hair as if he was driving him around.

They both strode back towards the building, all smiles, picking on each other to make Cyran laugh.

And when they crawled back into bed, Zilyana cuddled up against Mal’s bare chest, listening to the simple cadence of his heartbeat – the one that she’d committed to memory, the one that’d lulled her to sleep for years, the one that she knew she’d miss. She appreciated it for what it was – one of the many things that made loving him effortless.

Regardless of how painful the thought of living without him was, she knew in her heart – in her bones, in her soul, in her being – that she’d rather spend a beautiful fifty, sixty, seventy more years with him (ones that she cherished, that she wholeheartedly lived to the fullest, that she spent building a family, a life, a legacy) with two hundred more years of emptiness than not have him at all.

He was it for her.

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#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #bladesaw #my fic #jade writes choices fics

[obeymeluv]

Under Siege

The first and probably last time I will do something like this. It’s a choose your own adventure! This is like the set up; leads up to your first choice.

It goes like this: Set up -> choice -> ending.

Each choice goes to ONLY one brother, and maybe not the one you think ;).

Each choice has its own ending (one ending per choice).

I’ll make a mini masterlist as I finish the parts. I won’t be able to link anything, though. I tried to link things when I first started this blog and they didn’t work. They looked link but wouldn’t open up into anything.

I guess it’ll just help people find the choice they want? Sorry :/

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Imagine the Devildom being stormed by an outside army during the school year. It could be an army composed of secret children of the Demon King (Daddyvolo Sr.), or just different groups of lesser demons who feel they should have more power than they do. Think naga demons linking up with criminal lesser demons, summoners, dark elves, and dark fae. Just non-standard demons that are probably minorities in the Devildom or maybe used to call the Devildom home before it was solely for devils/demons.

Death comes by land and by sea. Some on creatures you’ve never seen before, some that were surely the inspiration for “And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.”

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Horror movies and apocalypse-style movies only kind of prepared you for what’s happening around you. It’s the first time you realize everyone really has been treating you with kid gloves. Out any window of RAD the sky is impossibly dark, the sky speckled with yellow and red---piercing eyes of creatures humans were never meant to see.

Probably the last thing you’ll see, because it is only when you realize how focused and murderous those eyes are that you hear the deafening sound of wings. Possibly thousands of wings. Hooves follow close behind, thundering across the land, and there’s a distinctly helpless feeling of being swallowed whole.

RAD, which is basically a castle, will be stormed and toppled.

A chorus of demon cries echo in the inky night, a sound that chills you to your core. It’s fear incarnate, something that strikes the most primal chord in your human body. The sounds aren’t human by any measure, but your brain translates the unmistakable I’m coming for you and the death therein.

Students with wings are unfurling them and warming up to shoot out windows in tornados of claws and fangs. Summoners are calling upon old favors from even older friends, pact mates that have served their families for generations. Others are casting charms on their friends and tearing pages out of books to cram in their pockets. Those capable of non-verbal magic are drawing sloppy sigils on anyone they can touch.

You’re struggling to recall any spell you’ve learned, to just not panic as you try to understand how everyone can be handling this so calmly. It helps being alive for thousands of years, doesn’t it? The absence of sirens or anything human-related that justifies the panic somehow makes things worse.  

You hadn’t been in the Devildom long enough to run any drills, but the demons around you seem to know what to do. You’re swept out in a wave of bodies, the general idea of moving out of confined spaces (the classrooms) into more open ones is most important right now. Bricks give away behind you—the demon forces are busting through the classroom walls. A haze of brick dust forms as students break off to fight or are physically separated by fliers. Someone in front of you is grabbed by a meaty fist easily three times the side of your head, and you’re surprised they have enough bite force to rip off a finger.

Between their bite and your terrified scratching, the student breaks free. You’re half-tossed by an impact that doesn’t quite break the stone. Or maybe that was a gust from nearby wings. Your head is spinning as you try to figure out who is friend and who is foe. Stone bits stab you in the hand as you stumble to your feet, tripping over one of the once-mounted iron torches someone tore off the wall.

Magic crackles in the air, a taste of lightning in your mouth. There is definitely fire, the burning smell seems to consume everything else. Your heart is pounding because any second someone will realize you’re just a human.

Will you be a war prize? A meal?

Your mind screams for you to summon one of the brothers. Any of them—all of them—but you can’t remember the words. You start running, lungs burning, and huge chunks of the incantation come back to you but you’re too scared to say them with your dry throat lest you summon something else. Two of the demons from Beel’s wrestling team force an orc-demon hybrid down and start tearing it apart with their bare hands.

It vaguely reminds you of the time the brothers idly mentioned choking demons out like it was nothing. Something is snapped off of it—a tooth? A horn? A claw?—and one hands it to you when they notice you’re still standing.

Anything is better than nothing for a human.

Your shaky fingers play along the thing—bigger than your forearm and almost impossible to grip all the way around—until your heart settles a bit. Your grip tightens, comforted by a semblance of preparedness. There’s chaos all around—screams of anguish, battle cries, spells firing off in the distance—and it hits you that no one would hear you if you cried out for them.

Hell, you can hardly hear yourself. The only reason you know your heart’s beating is because it takes up your whole body. You scoop up a fist-sized chunk of wall and duck a flying body as you try to reorient yourself. Something cuts across your back and the sting is enough to make you arch and cry out. Instinctively, you grip that chunk of wall and turn around in one swing.

It’s a demon with bloody claws and an unhinged jaw—part naga?—and you vaguely wonder if Beel can do that as you swing and keep swinging. Your brain is trying to focus and absorb everything at once. Did the blows land on its teeth or the face? Are you bleeding?

Something in you stops, captivated by the firelight and spells glinting in its teeth, and you’re gripped with absolute terror when you realize it paralyzed you. You looked at its eyes, not its teeth. Or maybe you were looking at its teeth and it moved its head down. As your hand grows heavy with the stone, your body relaxes into the tail coiling around and around your body. It lifts you towards its cracked, bloody teeth but before you’re swallowed something darts between you with lightning speed.

Blood sprays across your face and you don’t know if you wince or not. The snake demon falls one way, you fall the other way. Whatever it is, it sliced the demon snake’s throat and severed the tail just below your feet. Cussing and wriggling out of the coils, your heart stops again when you’re plucked from them like they’re not dead weight muscle. You’re grabbed by the front of your uniform and struggling to pull black-painted nails apart when gold tattoos catch your eye

Diavolo doesn’t apologize for the way he grabbed you, his blood-speckled chest heaving a little less than yours. His golden eyes shine with relief but no levity. It’s unusual and off-putting to see him so serious. So calm and calculating. Aware of the threads popping under his fingernails, Diavolo hauls you along like luggage as gold-tipped wings lash out like whips to clear the way.

He’s taken twists and turns as old as the castle itself. Ones only he knows, probably. The echo of chaos isn’t far away, and it won’t be long before someone finds the two of you. Diavolo pulls a female statue from the wall, setting it gently to the side. It melts into the section of wall, stone backing sliding away to follow it.

The bronze door looks old as time itself. There are several languages carved into it. He rearranges the languages until they resemble something you saw in Basic Sorcery and Sigils. “You’ll find whatever you desire here, and you’ll be safe.” Diavolo shoulders the door open, ignoring the dust and age that seeps out. You’re shoved unceremoniously into the room as he screeches at something down the hall; the very sound shakes your bones and is the epitome of do you dare challenge me? There are dull thumping sounds and crunching sounds.

Squishing sounds.

Then, nothing.

“I will come for you when it is safe. I do not lie.” He says through the door before absolute silence sets in.

You can’t hear as much from this room, whatever it is. It looked like little more than a storage closet, honestly. There were tables and shelves full of dusty things. Things in jars, piles of books, cloaks, sets of armor that seemed to span the centuries, and various weapons mounted along the walls.

The screams aren’t as loud but being separated and doing nothing is still hell on your nerves. “What if I want to help?!” you yell at no one, starting to feel the anger bubble up in you. You were angry at yourself for being able to do nothing besides run. Angry that you were stupid enough to fall for snake charms when the first thing Asmo told you was to never look a demon in the eye unless you absolutely trusted them. “WHAT IF I WANT TO HELP?!” you yell again, throwing the hunk of tooth-nail thing at the door.

The door groans on impact and your heart squeezes at the idea that you’ve somehow popped it open. Surely it would take more than that to undo Diavolo’s magic, right? What kind of room did Diavolo need to unlock with magic, anyways? The tooth-claw thing failed to leave a scratch but somehow you’ve awakened the languages again. They spin furiously and come together like mismatched newspaper ransom letters: Then pick

The room is alive. Books are sorting themselves, armor is assembling, and you squeeze yourself into a corner as all manner of items fly into the air. Tables separate from each other, leaving one to drag itself into the middle of the room. You approach to see a bejeweled dagger wrapped in red velvet and gold twine, an onyx necklace that shone with blue and green tones when held up to the light, a bundle of dried herbs wrapped in thorn braids, and a bramble crown flecked with gold and tangled in what appeared to be gilded bark gauntlets. As your hand hovers over the gauntlets a bow and arrow launches from the wall, skidding across the table and spinning to a stop.

You nudge them apart, too afraid to pick it up directly. Sensing space, a pair of strappy leather sandals walks from the back of the room and hop onto the table. Some kind of slip joins it, pouring over the shoes to reveal blades that had been coddled in the folds.

Wary of anything else coming to life, you browse the surrounding tables. Anything you reach for slides away. You try to pick something up and find it impossible. The mounted weapons hum in disapproval when you so much as move your hand over them. “Just the table then.” you say out loud. “Cool, got it.”

You look over the items again. There’s a dagger, a necklace, a bundle of herbs, a crown with gauntlets, a bow and arrow, and some magic shoes with accessories. Six things. “Almost one for each of the brothers,” you muse. Seven was a common theme in the Devildom, after all.

A beautiful gold sword drops from the wall and drags itself to the table. It has a celestial blue stone embedded where hit meets blade. The handle is wrapped in the same twine found with the dagger.

The door rattles violently and your heart leaps in your throat. Have you been found?!

It continues to rattle, and you can’t tell if it’s from the languages rearranging themselves or something trying to get inside.

NOW CHOOSE…

Time is running out. What do you grab?

#Obey me! #Obey me x reader! #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmodeus x Reader #beelzebub x reader #Beel x Reader #Belphegor x Reader #Belphie x reader

[sixx02]

Selfworth

Jaune was never a popular kid, okay maybe that’s an understatement.  He was never liked, the only friends he had, well could you really call sisters friends?  He did at least, it was all he really had anyways.  But now, now was different, he had Ren and Nora, and although they WERE his brother and sister, well he was just happy to have them.

It had already been a few weeks since they started training, and this was the first time that Nora and Ren had been willing to leave the house.   Jaune thought it was a good idea to finally show Ren and Nora around.  Though he hoped, that they’d be able to avoid running into any of the other kids.  He didn’t need them to know how uncool he was.  Every so often, he’d find himself searching from side to side, looking and paying attention for any one possibly seeing him.

Ren, being Ren had noticed this, when Jaune felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped up in surprise.  Causing Ren and Nora to give him looks of curiosity, but also a hint of worry.

“Is everything okay Jauney?”  The worry in Nora’s voice was obvious, and Jaune hated it, they had just started warming up and he was making things worse.

“Yeah, ya I’m fine Nora, sorry for worrying you. I just...”  Before he could finish though, a voice that resembling nails on a chalkboard invaded their hearing.

“Well if it ain’t little J!”  The noise, or voice rather, came from a rather large child.  If one didn’t know better one would think he was a tiny Ursa.  He was tall, easily twice as tall as Jaune, and his arms were some how larger as well.  And surrounding him, were a bunch of other children, not quite as tall as him.

Nora glanced over towards her new brother once she realized that he had started to shake.  She didn’t like this, she didn’t like this at all.  Whoever this punk was, he was upsetting Jaune.  

“Whatcha doing out here pip-squeak, I thought I told ya not to show your face around here.”  His attention however, was soon taken off of Jaune, and onto the newcomers.  “The heck are you two looking at?  Never seen ya brats around here.”  

Nora and Ren decided to ignore him, and instead made their way over to Jaune.  “You alright?”  Ren’s soothing voice reached his ears, as his stupor came undone.  

Jaune stared at his siblings and nodded, still unable to say anything.  Whatever, it was that had happened before, it clearly bothered Jaune.  

“Aww, is the baby going to cry?  Do I need to put ya back in the locker, want to spend another night by yourself?  Maybe it’ll help you grow a backbone!  Don’t worry, this time we won’t have to fool ya with a fake love letter.”  He paused and smiled, “Though I’d bet that Flanna would write another, just to mess with ya.”  The laugh that followed, could be described as a snort and a chortle all at once.  “Maybe we’ll give ya another shower to boot!”  

This caused Jaune to shiver, he remembered that day. It was the day that he was betrayed by what would equate to a child hood friend.  She had apparently put a love letter in his desk, and he would admit he was excited.  Turned out it was a trap.  They had dumped dirty mop water on him when he entered the school shed, he could still remember their laughter, he could remember her laughter!  He had gotten sick for two weeks, while the kids involved had gotten suspended, this hadn’t sated his parents and they pulled him from school.  

The bully was about to say something else, when he noticed Nora and Ren giving him rather ugly looks, and if looks could kill... “What, you punks got a problem with me?” 

“I’m going to break your legs... I’m going to break them so badly, you’ll never walk again.”  At this, the bullies began to laugh, Nora was about to approach them but Jaune grabbed her hand.  

“It’s not worth it Nora, let’s just go... please?”  He stared at Nora and Ren, the two of them ended up relenting.  As the three of them were starting to walk away, however this angered Jaune’s tormenter.  

With out warning he picked up a rock at his feet and threw it at Ren.  This honestly wouldn’t have been an issue, and Ren was getting ready to dodge it.  But he was suddenly pulled away by Jaune, as instincts took over, he used his head to crush the rock.  

This caused the everyone to pause, even Nora and Ren.  Who by all accounts shouldn’t have been surprised, they had been training with Jaune after all.  The bullies froze when Jaune eyed them.  “Don’t... don’t you EVER, think about hitting them!  Do you understand?”  He said as he walked towards them, his hand raised as he was about to hit them when he was suddenly stopped by Nora and Ren.

Their hands were now on his arms, turning back to them the looks of concern caused him to pause and stop.  Releasing a breath, he turned back, right right he could have killed them he had Aura now. “Leave us alone.”  When they were far enough, for the first time since they met Jaune, he gave out.  His back now against a tree, tears began to form.  He had obviously been scared, this entire time.

“Jaune?”  He felt arms wrap around him as Ren pulled him into a tight hug, soon followed by Nora.

“We’re here with you okay?.”  Nora’s voice was soft and full of concern.

Ren came next, “You’ve been there for us, so we’ll be there for you too.”  

Silence soon permeated as Jaune’s body continued to shiver alone, he had hoped to forget all of those bad memories.  Finally though, he felt better about himself, to Ren and Nora, he wasn’t worthless.  He meant something, he had self worth.

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So I can gaurantee you that those guys will not show up in the future!  Flanna may, but that’s for future Pyr to handle.

Also I’m thinking of doing a Monster Au, where a lone Dulluhan Jaune raises a human child.  Along the way he meets an Orc and Elf duo, and a flame haired Centaur, though Pyrrha’s honestly pending.

#jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #lil jnpr #team jnr #team jnpr #rwby

[facialteeth]

Something Hard.

Read on ao3 instead | Read the first part on tumblr or ao3. 

This is my submission for my @shadowhunterbingo square ‘Royalty AU’. This is also a shameless Skyrim AU. 

Being an orc, Magnus knew that the primarily nordic people of his village did not like him but Magnus didn't realize just how deep that hatred went. After it becomes clear Magnus is not safe, Alec and him decided to leave at any means necessary- even if it means running to Alec's family for help.

Tags: Violence, Depictions of Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending (full tags on ao3). 

Alec and Magnus had been together for nearly three months when it became obvious that the village they’d found each other in was not the place they wanted to make their home together. Magnus had grown used to the way he was treated and he’d come to accept it as a fact of his life but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a line of what Magnus could deal with.

Mostly, the people of the village ignored him. Magnus was allowed to buy food and clothes from the shops. Magnus suspected people just let him because they wanted his money, but other than that, Magnus was mostly shunned. People did not greet him. People did not smile at him but Magnus was okay with that, especially since he had Alec now.

The coldness from the village was alright. It was something Magnus could deal with but… he hadn’t expected that coldness to go any farther than that. The people in the village did not like him but Magnus didn’t think they hated him as strongly as some of them apparently did.

It happened on an evening that Alec was working late. Magnus knew after working such a long shift that Alec was going to be exhausted, so he’d decided to go out and buy he and Alec something special for them to eat that night. After, he’d even decided to make a quick stop at their local potion supplier and buy a light muscle relaxer, to make Alec feel better that night.

That accompanied with the fact that Magnus had already left a little late to go shopping meant that by the time Magnus was making his way home, it was already dark. Magnus tried not to go out after dark. It wasn’t safe for an orc like him to be out so late when people were bound to be making their way home in the dark, perhaps a little drunk and bolder in their hatred than they’d normally be.

Still, Magnus hadn’t expected it to ever go that far, even if he was cautious. He thought maybe he was at risk of getting pushed around a little, something that had happened before and probably would again but he never quite thought that anyone would be willing to do more than that but apparently, he’d underestimated just how much people didn’t like him.

He was caught on the pathway towards the tavern he and Alec lived in, a section of the road that dipped into darkness for a while before it came back into the light. Had Magnus been paying attention, he would have noticed the two men standing at the side of the walk way and he might have even noticed something sinister about the way they were staring at him but he wasn’t looking.

His arms were full of the things he’d just bought and in his head, he was thinking about Alec, wondering if he’d gotten home already or if Magnus would have time to try and bake some bread for tomorrow before he got there. He didn’t even notice the men until they stepped out onto the walkway a few feet in front of him, blocking his path.

Instantly, Magnus felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up. His heart quickened in his chest and he knew that he’d just walked into a very bad situation. He didn’t know how bad yet but his body knew and part of him felt like he should just turn and run.

Maybe, he should have but he swallowed his nervousness down and convinced himself it was okay, that maybe they just wanted money or even to spit some cruel words at him before they’d let him go. That had been his first mistake. He should have turned and ran until he could duck into the shop nearby but his feet stayed grounded into place.

Magnus had just been about to ask what they needed when one of them, a nord unsurprisingly, spoke. “You made a mistake coming out here so late, little orc.” The man said, his words dark, leaving no room to misunderstand them.

Magnus opened his mouth to respond but found his tongue had gone dry. What could he really say to that anyway? Nothing that would make them have any better intentions, Magnus knew. Nothing that would make him safe here.

“What, khajiit got your tongue?” The other hissed, making Magnus back up an instinctive step that they both followed. When Magnus tried to back up further, one of them leapt, a hand grabbing at Magnus’ shirt and yanking him forward.

For a terrifying moment, Magnus realized that he couldn’t move, not easily anyway. He was stuck and the man that was holding him didn’t seem too inclined to let him go. Still, Magnus didn’t panic. Maybe, they’d just say some mean words and let him go. Maybe, it was better if Magnus didn’t thrash and scream. Maybe, playing along would make them let him go quicker.

That or he was just too scared to do anything at all and pretending it had been a calculated choice made him feel better.

“I was just on my way home…” Magnus attempted, hoping they’d choose to let him go if he promised to flee their sight as soon as he could but of course, that wasn’t really what they were after. If they let Magnus leave, they’d have no place else to place their anger. They’d have nothing fun to do with their drunken rage.

“What do you think, Gauldan- should we let the orc go home?” One of them asked, laughing as if the whole situation was so incredibly funny. The man tightened his hand on Magnus’ collar, tight enough that Magnus felt like he was choking, though he wouldn’t dare show it.

“No, I think we should teach the orc a lesson.” The other said, lumbering forward until Magnus could smell nothing but the alcohol on the man’s breath. Magnus knew they’d been drinking but it was not a good sign for them to be that drunk. Alcohol in a nord’s stomach was never a good thing for anyone like Magnus, especially not in the dark where no one would see what they would do.

That was the first moment Magnus realized just how bad the situation he was in was. That and the next moment, in which the first man, still holding Magnus’ collar, yanked him forward before punching him in the stomach, his piercing cruel laughter echoing in Magnus’ head as everything he’d been holding fell from his hands.

Magnus heard the potion shatter on the ground but that was nothing compared to the sick crack he felt in his chest, followed by the pain that let Magnus know he’d almost certainly broken a bone. Magnus must have cried out but he couldn’t even hear himself through the pain of the next strike that followed just as quickly as the last.

After that one of them took the liberty of punching him in the face and then, Magnus didn’t remember much else. Magnus’ felt his feet give out under him and then, he was being held up by nothing but the man who was still holding him. Something was gushing across his face, blood Magnus realized later. Everything after that was lost in flashes of pain. The next thing Magnus knew, he was on the ground. He must have fallen but Magnus didn’t remember doing so.

He felt something hit him again and he wasn’t even sure what it was, only that it hurt so bad that Magnus was surprised he hadn’t passed out. They’d kicked him, Magnus put together later, judging by the bruise that had been left across his already injured chest.

He knew he was on the ground for a while. Someone found him but he wasn’t sure who. That person must have known enough to go find Alec or maybe, Alec heard some other way but either way, Magnus remembered being moved. Someone lifted him. It hurt. Someone was talking to him and then suddenly, Alec was there.

Magnus remembered hearing his voice but he couldn’t make out anything he’d said. He remembered something being forced into his mouth, a healing potion he learned later but when he woke up the next day, his whole body a deep painful ache, he learned that the potion hadn’t quite worked that well.

Healing potions were good for smaller injuries, which they’d heal almost instantly. They were good for speeding up the healing process but when broken bones were involved, there came a point when there was nothing to do but wait and let things heal normally, unless you wanted to spend money on an actual healer- money Alec and Magnus did not have.

The next thing Magnus knew he was waking up. Alec was beside him the moment Magnus let out his first groan and with bleary eyes, Magnus took in the concerned face of Alec hovering over him. Magnus was laying in their cot, with their soft blankets pressed around him, his feet propped up, his head cradled by pillows. Someone, clearly Alec, had taken care trying to make him comfortable but it didn’t quite work. There was no making him comfortable like this.

“It’s alright,” Alec murmured, even though nothing about the situation felt alright at all. “You’re okay,” Alec said, even though Magnus was very clearly not okay. Magnus must have passed out soon after he’d woken up because the next thing he remembered, it was some time later and Alec was there again, gently but insistently trying to press water into Magnus’ mouth.

Magnus wasn’t sure how he went to the bathroom in those few days. Maybe, he’d been eating and drinking so little that he simply didn’t have to go or maybe, Alec had just cleaned him up and not said anything about it but Magnus knew that he didn’t move for days. He couldn’t. He swarmed in and out of consciousness, feeling flashes of pain, brief moments of seeing Alec’s face, before it was all gone again.

When Magnus finally woke up, actually woke up, he felt no better than he had before but something had forced him awake and not let him drift back into sleep like he had for days. Alec hadn’t been there when he’d opened his eyes and Magnus had assumed Alec was working but he learned later that Alec hadn’t gone to work since Magnus had gotten hurt. He’d spent almost every moment by Magnus’ side but of course, Magnus woke up in the brief moments that Alec had left to go buy food and water.

When Alec came down the stairs and into Magnus’ view, he was carrying a few bundles of bread that he instantly threw onto the table so he could rush forward when he saw that Magnus was awake. Almost instantly, he was kneeling by Magnus’ side, his hands hovering awkwardly like he wanted to reach forward and touch him but he wasn’t sure if it would hurt him. That hesitation was understandable, considering how awful Magnus looked.

His nose had been broken. His cheek was so swollen that his whole face was lopsided and Alec had been terrified he’d broken his jaw. Magnus’ chest was scattered with dark, deep bruises and a few of his ribs were decidedly broken. Even one of Magnus’ tusks, which he had never been too fond of, was broken off completely.

He was a sorry sight but he felt even worse than he looked, which was saying something.

Alec encouraged him to try and drink some water. He frantically pushed a chunk of bread into Magnus’ hands for him to pick at, as if Alec thought eating would mend all of his wounds and make everything alright. They spent nearly that whole day curled together, murmuring soft words about everything being okay, Magnus trying to eat to appease Alec and mostly failing.

It was the next day that the soft words stopped and reality set in. Magnus woke up more lucid than he’d been for days. He woke no longer comforted by Alec’s words. He woke up remembering everything that had happened.

A sob had caught in his throat before he’d even been able to try and say anything to Alec but Alec knew why he was crying. Magnus didn’t need to say anything to explain it to him but eventually, he found words anyway. “I didn’t do anything,” Magnus choked out.

Alec clutched Magnus as close as he could, his words just as broken as Magnus’ when he replied, “I know. I know you didn’t.”

Magnus didn’t need to explain to Alec exactly what had happened. Either someone had told him or he simply knew. It wasn’t hard to try and figure out exactly why an orc would be attacked in their village late at night for doing nothing wrong.

It was a few days later when Alec finally brought up leaving for the first time. Magnus’ swelling had gone down. He looked far better than he had days ago but he was still covered in dark bruises, his tusk was still broken and his bones had yet to mend together. Still, he had managed to sit up that morning, which was a great improvement.

“I think we should move,” Alec had said, which did nothing but make Magnus frown.

Of course, they should move. This had never been a place for Magnus and Alec could do far better somewhere else. Especially after what had happened, Magnus wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else, maybe one of the cities that he heard could be far more accepting of people like him but that didn’t change the fact that they had no money to move, no reassurance they’d have jobs or a place to stay where ever they found themselves and no savings to catch them while they figured it out. They barely had enough gold to live now, even with Alec’s job.

“How?” Was all Magnus said back, expecting Alec to realize that it wasn’t quite a reality for them.

Instead, Alec stayed silent for a few long moments before he finally said, “My family.”

That had made Magnus’ frown deepen instantly. Alec had never spoken about his family. Magnus just knew that he didn’t get along with them and he hadn’t planned to speak to them again.

“They’re… well off.” Alec frowned himself as he spoke, refusing to look up to Magnus. “They live in Solitude. I don’t know if my mother will be happy to see me but she’ll give us a place to live for a while.” Finally, Alec looked up and when he looked at Magnus, he clearly had to hold back a grimace.

“We can’t stay here,” he continued, eyeing Magnus’ bruised face. “We need to leave. The stable boy owes me. He said I can take one of his horses. We can make the trip in a few days, as soon as you’re ready to move.” Alec fell silent for another moment before his eyes flickered away. “I think it’s our best option and Solitude is…” Alec hesitated.

“Rich,” Magnus mumbled.

Alec took in a sharp breath. “-not absolutely horrible.” He finished, ignoring Magnus’ point entirely. “People are nice in Solitude. I think you’d be safer there. There will always be…” Alec trailed off for a moment, clearly not sure how to reference what had happened to Magnus in any delicate way.

“People who hate me?” Magnus asked softly.

Alec glanced up to him for a second, frowning but nodding once, a sharp motion like it pained him to admit it. “I think it would be better and we could make more money there too. It could be a nice change of scenery,” he said, almost purposely wording it as if it was as simple as that.

They weren’t fleeing because Magnus wasn’t safe where they lived. They weren’t fleeing because Alec couldn’t be with him all the time and Magnus’ life could be in danger because people hated him so much for stuff that he couldn’t control.

It was none of that. They simply needed a change of scenery.

After a moment, Magnus nodded, or he tried to and was reminded suddenly of why he was trying not to move when the motion made his whole upper body light in pain. “Okay,” he finally said, when the pain subsided and he was able to speak again.

They didn’t really have any other options or Magnus didn’t really have any other options. Alec did. Alec could leave him. Alec could wipe his hands of him completely and move on but for some reason, he didn’t want to.

Magnus still didn’t really understand why.

It was nearly a week later by the time they decided they should leave. Alec hadn’t been working the whole time and their money was getting dangerously low. They had just enough left to buy some food for the trip and hope Alec’s family would actually help them when they arrived.

Alec seemed to think they would but he also didn’t seem too inclined to talk anymore about them. It was clear to Magnus that Alec wasn’t fond of them but he didn’t press to find out why. It was obvious Alec didn’t want to talk about it and if they were going to meet them, Magnus figured he’d find out eventually.

Magnus also didn’t ask how Alec’s family would feel about him and Alec didn’t offer the information. That alone didn’t seem like a good sign. A well off nordic family that his partner wasn’t fond of? No, Magnus imagined he wouldn’t be their prime pick of a partner for their estranged son to have.

Magnus just hoped it wouldn’t be enough for them to send both of them away empty handed. Magnus didn’t know what they’d do then. Finding work and a place to stay was easier in poor villages, where it was understandable that someone might want to exchange their service to get off the street but in a city, the capital of Skyrim no less, Magnus was sure that wouldn’t fly. They’d find no where to stay, if they didn’t have the coin for it.

Still, Magnus tried not to dwell on everything that could go wrong. Alec seemed to think his family would help them, so Magnus trusted him.

Still, riding a horse for days when his ribs were broken? Well, it was a rough couple of days to say the least and the cold that chased them the whole way and bled through all of their clothes certainly didn’t help and neither did the wolves they encountered and had to chase off their whole ride.

In the end, they decided not to stop and set up camp when night fell, like they’d intended. Alec thought it was too dangerous. So, despite how desperately Magnus wanted to stop feeling pain, even just for a few moments, they kept going. They rode for two days straight and then, they finally rode into Solitude around seven AM.

The city was more grand than Magnus had imagined it would be. He’d never been to Solitude before, nor any of the bigger cities really but this place had apparently been where Alec had been born and raised. He imagined Alec a child, running through the streets and it made him smile a little.

This place fit Alec somehow. It made sense his partner and his elegant speech grew up in a place like this. Still, in the same moment, Magnus felt exceptionally out of place. He’d never had more than a handful of gold his entire life. The dirt on his clothes and the bruises across his face made him exceptionally more aware of that. He was never made for cities as grand as this and he felt like that even before Alec rode them through the entire city and stopped them at what was unmistakably a palace.

For a few moments, it didn’t make sense to Magnus. Magnus couldn’t comprehend why Alec had brought them here when they were supposed to be coming to find his family and then, it clicked in Magnus head. All he felt was a wave of disbelief, as if he was somehow vastly misunderstanding but Alec’s silence said more than any of his words could.

At last, Alec spoke, “I should have told you but I just didn’t know how,” Alec mumbled, conveniently not being able to look back towards Magnus and also not seeming willing to jump off the horse, so they could face each other to speak.

Magnus tightened his hand on Alec’s waist, letting what this meant sink in for a few moments. “Your family…” Magnus trailed off, not even wanting to say it.

Alec nodded. “I should have told you,” He mumbled again. “I’m sorry.”

After a moment, Alec pulled himself off the horse and reached up to gently help Magnus down, though landing still hurt badly enough that Alec had to hold him up, so he wouldn’t topple over right there. Magnus felt like he wanted to throw up and it was both due to the pain, the lack of sleep and the enormous grand building they were standing in front of.

“Why did you leave?” Magnus asked finally, as Alec avoided his eyes and fed their horse a piece of carrot from his pocket.

“My brother died,” Alec responded numbly. “He was kidnapped. My mother let the rebels kill him because she thought it would be distasteful to launch an attack. I left and I had never intended to come back but…”

Alec trailed off without finishing. He didn’t need to explain why he’d changed his mind. It was because of Magnus.

Finally, when Alec couldn’t distract himself any longer, Alec took the reins of their horse and slowly led them towards the palace. Alec let the horse go in the courtyard and then at the top of the stairs, they were stopped by guards, who took one look at Alec and then appeared as if they’d seen a ghost. They hardly even glanced to Magnus before they were let in. Standing in the entrance way of the palace, where they’d been told to stop, Alec had a look on his face as if they’d entered a haunted house.

Looking around, Magnus understood that sentiment. He’d never seen more decorative, expensive objects in his entire life. Magnus saw a bowl full of flowers that was resting on a table, one that was probably more expensive than Magnus was.

Knowing that Alec had lived here and knowing that Alec had apparently been happy living with Magnus in a basement with almost nothing- the thought was almost inconceivable but apparently, it had been the truth all along.

A few moments later a woman, someone dressed in expensive robes, walked into the room and after staring for too long, Magnus realized this had to be Alec’s mother. The woman stared at Alec for a very long time, almost as if she didn’t believe he was there at all, before she was rushing forward all at once.

Magnus instinctively backed up before he realized that the woman was hugging Alec, not attacking him. She clutched Alec tight, murmuring something about her boy while Alec stood there completely limp and blank faced.

After a moment, the woman let go and they were both led up some stairs, into a room much like a living room, one with a blazing warm fire and couches more comfortable than anything Magnus had ever been invited to sit on in his life.

The woman quickly asked for food to be brought to them, for a room to be readied and when Alec asked, for a healer to be brought to check Magnus out. Magnus saw the woman's lips pressed when Alec requested it and shortly after, she asked if Magnus would need his own room, to which Alec responded no.

She didn’t seem pleased by that at all but she seemed to sense not to say anything.

A healer more powerful than Magnus had met before came and melted the bruises on his body, mended his bones back together and left Magnus feeling better than he had in a long time, possibly even before he’d been hurt. Then, Alec and him had been brought up to a room so extravagant that it had taken Magnus’ breath away for a few moments. Alec himself stared around at everything with a blank expression on his face, not as surprised or awed as Magnus was and clearly, none too happy to be there.

With the doors finally closed, leaving them both alone together, Alec seemed to breathe for the first time since they’d walked in the grand building. He took a few moments to close his eyes and drag in a few deep breaths before he opened them again and quietly asked if Magnus wanted to use the washroom and take a bath with him.

Magnus had never taken a bath before, not one like Alec was offering now anyway. Not one with warm running water into a golden tub big enough to fit them both. Magnus agreed and after they’d eased into the water and curled into each other, Alec let out a soft laugh for the first time, starting to gently lather soap across Magnus’ body. Magnus knew that Alec wasn’t happy to be here but with Alec, in water more soothing than Magnus had ever imagined was possible, Magnus found it hard to complain.

The horror of the past few weeks bled away. Later, they’d have to figure out what they’d do. Magnus knew Alec wouldn’t want them to stay here for any longer than they had to and he also knew that Alec’s mother didn’t seem too pleased with his presence but for now, they had food, they had each other, Magnus wasn’t in pain anymore and they were safe.

For at least the night, that was more than enough.

#Skyrim AU #Malec #shadowhunters #fanfiction #Orc Magnus #Nord Alec #Sh bingo submission #my writing #violence #graphic injury #hurt/comfort

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Thorin Oakenshield X Reader

A/N: Angsty then Fluffy. Exactly how I like it. - Nemo

Request: Hi could you please write a story about reader and Thorin... Reader having War scars on all her body.. And she is scared that Thorin might be put off by it and he shows her that it's not true.... -  @curioiscat

Summary: Erebor has been reclaimed, but not without some loss, mostly taken via bodily harm. However, celebrations are set to be held, and one dwarrowdam isn’t too keen on the idea. Thorin changes her mind. 

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The Company almost couldn't believe it. 

Erebor was theirs. 

It didn't belong to a dragon anymore. 

It wasn't being attacked by Orcs. 

It was home again. 

The Dwarfs from Middle-Earth had all come back, the mines in the mountain back up and running, and the trading towns of Dale and Laketown were flourishing and filled with forms from all walks of life once more. A celebration was held. It was for everyone, after all in a way everyone did help reclaim the mountain in some way.

Dwarves, Humans, and Elves alike would journey to Erebor, even Thranduil had made sure to get there early (thanks to some bribing) so as to not miss anything. But despite the buzz of excitement over the grand party, there was one that was more anxious about it than joyous.

(y/n) wasn't too keen on the idea of a party, especially when Thorin's sister, Dis, arrived at the mountain and took her - the only dwarrowdam of the Company - under her careful watch. (y/n) had no idea about how to act around royalty or high-courteers, Thorin and the rest of the Company weren't half as concerned about titles and formalities during the journey compared to what was expected. So Dis taught her, and for that she was grateful. Without Dis, she would've made a fool out of herself at least four times now, and still counting. 

But still, (y/n) had yet to be seen outside you quarters wearing clothes that weren't traveling clothes. 

Most of the other female courteers wore dresses that could've been woven from the gemstones in the mines. They sparkled and shone, they swished around their ankles like waves lapping at the shores, and the worst part for (y/n) - they often had nothing to cover their shoulders, and sometimes even a length down their back. 

(y/n) didn't like that at all.

She had no problem with the dresses themselves, she thought they were amazingly beautiful, but she just couldn't help the feelings of what others might think of her if she wore one outside of her room and Dis' company. Not that she didn't look good in the dress, in fact she was told frequently by Dis that she looked stunning. 

She was covered in scars, and she didn't think that looked good at all. 

The scars that littered her back, arms, torso, and most of her body were all from battle. Oh the stories her skin could tell. Somewhere old and white, some were faded, others left ghosts of scars that ached when the weather changed, others were from the journey to Erebor, still pink and fresh, and yet others newer, still tender and sore from the Battle of Five Armies. 

Even (y/n) didn't escape harm, no matter how hard she tried. After all, it was part of her duty to make sure the King and Dis' two sons didn't die, and if she gained some new scrapes and bruises from it then it didn't worry her. Not until now, when she'd have to practically show them off to everyone she walked past.

Now music echoed through the stone hallways, and (y/n) was stuck in front of her mirror again, Dis was nowhere to be seen, probably already downstairs in the hall with Fili and Kili, so encouragement wasn't coming anytime soon. Not from Dis. 

Thorin had been looking for (y/n) since before the party even started, he didn't feel like celebrating if she wasn't there too - even if she was halfway across the grand room enjoying herself with others. He hadn't been able to spot her in the hall, and no one else he asked could point to where she was. He was getting a little worried. Then he asked his nephews, and they pointed him to Dis, who then told him to check (y/n)'s quarters. 

So he did, and Dis was right. Thorin should've known, Dis always knows where (y/n) would be nowadays. 

Before he was halfway down the hallway to her door, she stepped out of her room, and Thorin felt his breath catch and his heart skipped a beat. 

Her hair was half tied back in loose braids, ribbons of golden yellow and blue twisted into the strands. Her dress matched her hair ribbons, a beautiful shining gold, with navy blue lace surrounding the bodice, sheer sleeves and the fabric edges. She was beautiful. 

But Thorin could tell something was wrong, she was wringing her hands, breathing deeply, and staring ahead at the wall. She shook her head, then quickly went back into her room, skirts lapping at her ankles. 

Thorin followed, stopping just shy of outside her door where he could hear her light mutterings. 

"I can't do this."

"It's so stupid, why can't I do this?" 

"It's not like I need anyone to hold my damn hand!" 

"I've taken on an army of Orcs, what makes this any worse?" 

Thorin watched her through the ajar door as she sighed, slumping onto the edge of her bed and rested her hands on her bare shoulders, head tilted back and eyes closed. He debated whether to confront her or not, from what he could see there was nothing wrong - to him she always looked perfect, and now she looked like nothing less than a goddess. But he of all people knew that what you feel can sometimes not be said though words. 

She was stressed, nervous, anxious, and any other word of the like, and he didn't know why. But he wanted to know why. 

"I've been looking for you." he said quietly, pushing the door open to give her time to compose herself. She shot up to stand, hands not moving from the skin of her shoulders, and she was as stiff as a board Thorin noticed. She was hiding something. No one stood like that on instinct. "It really is some celebration you're missing." he added. 

"I'm," she started, looking off to one side for a moment, "I'm not too keen on parties. Too loud." She was a horrible liar. Thorin tilted his head at her, quirking up an eyebrow with a small smile.

"You love it when Fili and Kili pull you into their shanties. Those two are as loud as it gets." ( y/n) relaxed slightly, defeated.

"I just," she sighed, "I don't like the dress. It doesn't suit me at all." Thorin shook his head.

"Mahal, you're wrong. You look gorgeous." 

"You're saying that just because." A moment passed after she spoke.

"What's really wrong?" Thorin asked, throwing formalities and subtly right out the window. (y/n) gaped at him for a few moments, and then her hands came loose around her shoulders.

"The bare skin. I'm... Not used to it very much." she said, shifting on her feet as she looked up at him. Thorin frowned, stepping further into the room. She looked at him, seeing in his eyes he still didn't understand, but wasn't going to ask her to explain. She sucked in a breath and let her hands drop, revealing scars that started on her shoulders that crept down onto her back. The most prominent one was her newest, one he'd heard of but hadn't had the chance to see.

She was helping the Elf Legolas up at the frozen waterfall when she was - somehow - caught blindsided and almost had an Orc's axe go through her neck. If Legolas wasn't able to stop the Orc's momentum in time, her head would've rolled instead of just getting a sizable cut. She had to stop fighting, but she was still alive, and that's what mattered to Thorin. Her injury was much like his foot; not deadly, still a nuisance, but at least they were alive. 

"The scars. Everyone will stare." She mumbled, going back to fiddling with her hands. 

"People will stare, but not because of your scars." Thorin said, taking her jittery fingers in his hands. (y/n) looked down at where their hands met, and let out a contented sigh that Thorin almost missed. "You beauty is only added to by the things you'd call flaws that mar your skin. They tell a story of you, and no wall paintings, folk stories or inscriptions can do that well. Not even if there was a hundred of them." Thorin rested a hand to cup her jaw, tilting her downcast eyes to meet his.

"Thorin..."

"You are you, and I-" Thorin stopped for a moment, leaning forwards to gently press his forehead to hers. "I love you." She leant back, looking up into his eyes, her own wide in awe.

"You love me?" she asked, letting out a breathing laugh.

"Scars and all. I wouldn't have you any other way." he said smiling, bringing her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

"Why, my king, I'm honored." (y/n) giggled, bowing in a jest. Thorin sighed, rolling his eyes at her before tugging her hand as he started walking towards the door. (y/n) still seemed reluctant, but with Thorin pulling her along, she didn't fight against it.

"I am no king to you, only a dwarf asking the most precious person in his life for a dance." Thorin offered, looking back at (y/n) as she closed the door behind her. "All I ask is one dance, maybe share a drink if you want, then you can come back here if you still feel off. Okay?" Her smile was small, but her eyes told Thorin that she didn't mind his proposition.

"One dance and a drink." she nodded, taking his hand in hers and pressing a kiss to it, just like he did to hers. "I was able to fight Orcs alongside you. I followed you across Middle-Earth and into battle, for you I've been able to do things I never quite thought I would." 

"You could do all those things on your own. But if, for this, you need someone by your side," Thorin started, "I walk with you forever." 

"You were my king first, then my friend. Now you say you love me and will stand by me," (y/n)'s smile was wide, she couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth, and Thorin couldn't help the mirrored smile that formed on his face too, "And I know I'll follow you anywhere you want me too."

#thorin oakensheild x reader #thorin x reader #the hobbit x reader #thorin oakenshield imagine #thorin imagine #the hobbit imagine

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Vulnerable (Mal x F!Elf)

Summary: I used two prompts I found here on tumblr to write this fic: "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” and “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes, we can.” I think that's pretty self explanatory isn't it 

Author’s note: This is my first Mal x MC fic but I already have a few others planned, hopefully I'll work on them soon. I named it after Vulnerable by Selena Gomez, so that's my recommendation for today. English is not my first language. 

Word count: the last time i checked it had 2.1k words but I added some things.

Warnings: it’s not exactly smut but it’s close. Some swearing too, a bit of angst. 

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Trying to get the shards meant spending a lot of their time moving around Morella, following the leads from one place to another and camping in unusual and unfamiliar places. They were used to it; Myriani went hunting, Nia and Tyril set up camp, Mal collected fruits and plants they could eat, Imtura chopped down wood to make a fire, Threep kept sleeping unbothered. They had a routine, and they were good at it.

By the time the sun went down, they were gathered around the fire, passing the flask with ale between each other and listening to the same stories they had heard Mal tell at least 10 times- something about contessas and alcohol. None of them bothered listening anymore. Somewhere along the bumpy road, their party became quite close. Two elves, two humans, an orc and a nesper sounded like the beginning of a joke, but somehow they worked well together. They protected each other, fought for each other and enjoyed each other's company- even Tyril was caught smiling every now and then.

They were all exhausted that night, so they went to their tents right after they ate whatever animal it was that Mariani had hunted for them. That night was colder than they were used to; winter was showing its first signs. Their tents were set up close to the fire that they hoped would last all night. 

Myriani couldn’t sleep; she kept tossing and turning in her tent until she gave up sleep altogether with a sigh. She couldn't stop thinking about her brother- everyday they got closer to finding the next shards, but they still had so much ahead of them. With each passing day, the possibility of finding him felt more and more thin. 

She closed her eyes and let her elf senses feel the atmosphere around her, trying to sense some peace within the woods around her and fall asleep. Instead, she felt that the person in the tent next to hers wasn’t sleeping either. Mal.

I could go join him in his tent, she thought to herself. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve slept together, in the literal meaning of the word. Kissing and sleeping together. That's all they had done so far- sneaking in each other's tents or rooms to make out until both of them passed out, usually too exhausted to do more. But she wanted more. Sometimes she wanted him so badly it hurt. She knew he wanted her too; whenever they were kissing and she straddled him, she could clearly feel just how badly he wanted her.

When they were alone together, sometimes she caught glances of the real Mal, the man underneath the character he had built for himself. He seemed vulnerable and real for a few seconds- but before she could truly appreciate it he went back to his act. She liked his flirty and carefree personality, but behind his crooked smirk and teasing comments there was a real man who she liked even more. In the mornings after they had spent the night together, when they were with the group again, he always pretended nothing had happened. He came back to telling his many tales as an adventurer, his sex escapades and whatever else he thought would fit his reputation best. She didn't know if she ever expected anything different, but she couldn't deny it stung a little.

She debated on her head if she should really go to his tent, even if she already knew she would eventually give in- so she did. She silently got out of her tent and crawled to his, carefully opening it. When she poked her head through the tent, she saw Mal instinctively reaching for the dagger he kept by his side, relaxing when he realized it was her.

“You should be more careful next time. I was close to throwing a dagger at you” he said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, climbing in the tent and closing it behind her.

“I’d like to see you try, Mal the Magnificent” she said back and he let out an amused chuckle, leaning back and resting his head on his crossed arms.

“Did you come into my tent to challenge me for a duel or do you have something else in mind?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She rolled her eyes again and threw the pillow she had brought with her at him, feeling glad that the poor lighting wouldn’t let him see the blush on her cheeks.

“Get your mind out of the gutter” she said, laying down next to him, blaming their proximity on the small space of the tent. She could barely make out his face in the dark, the only light coming from the fire burning weakly outside their tent.

“I just couldn’t sleep, and I knew you were still up so…” she trailed off, and he turned to face her, searching for her eyes.

“What’s keeping you awake, kit?” he asked and she could tell it was an honest question, like he actually cared about the answer. About her, even. 

“It’s just… this journey has been the most exhausting thing I’ve ever been a part of, but it’s also the most fun I ever had. It’s a bittersweet feeling because I’m having the time of my life finally living the adventure I always dreamed of, but Kade isn’t here to share it with me. It was his dream too and I….” her voice broke. “I don’t know. I wish he was here too.”

Mal reached between them to give her hand a small squeeze.

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to bring your brother back, Myriani. But if there’s one team that can do it, it’s ours” he said, sounding more optimistic than she could ever remember him being. She could feel the honesty on his voice.

“Mal, was that you being supportive and optimistic? What’s happening to you?” she asked him with fake concerned, and he laughed.

“Your lot has been a bad influence on me. Mostly you and the priestess” she couldn’t see the smile on his face but she could hear it.

“You probably can’t wait to get rid of us huh” she tried to tease him, hoping it had sounded casual enough. The truth was that deep down, she was scared he would agree. She knew Mal was lonely wolf, that he went where he could find the best opportunity for him. But after all of these weeks they had spent together- kissing, talking, getting to know each other- some part of her hoped he wouldn’t leave as soon as their mission was over. She didn’t know exactly what she expected, but she wished she had time with him after all of this to figure it out.

“I…” he started, hesitating for one second too long to make Myriani instantly regret what she had said. Before she could say anything to take it back, he went on, his confident tone back “Nah, you’re not all bad. I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned”

"Are you going soft on me now?" she asked, her voice too shaky to be casual. He smiled and instead of answering he tentatively moved his hand that was on top of hers to her hips, her skin on fire where he was touching her over her clothes.

“Mal…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his hands move up her sides to the back of her neck, his calloused hand caressing her skin.

“I don’t think I wanna talk anymore. Do you?" he said, his voice just the right amount of teasing and seriousness. She knew he was dodging her question, but at that moment, she didn't give a fuck. 

Instead of answering him, Myriani pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. He let out a soft gasp and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

She threw her legs over his hips before he could react, straddling him. He barely had time to groan his approval before she leaned down and kissed him more passionately.

Mal moaned softly into her mouth as she grabbed his long hair and pulled it  hard. His hands explored her sides, her hips, her backside- anywhere he could find. With each second, their kiss grew more heated and their movements were more intense.

One of her hands slid under his shirt, feeling his firm muscles reacting to her touch. She traced every line of his stomach with her hand, tracing the hair there with her fingers to where it disappeared under his pants. Just as her hand brushed the waistband of his pants, she pulled back from him, making him groan his disapproval.

“Take off your shirt, please” he could tell by her tone it wasn't a request- it was an order. 

"So polite..." He teased, making a show of removing the shirt. 

As soon as his shirt was off, she leaned down to kiss him again. More heated, more passionate, rougher. She traced kisses down his jaw and neck, biting him with just enough strength to leave a mark.

His own hands didn’t stop exploring her body, pushing her skirt over her long legs, until his hands were above her knees, sliding closer and closer to where she was now aching for him. She rolled her hips on top of him, moving in a way that could only be described as griding on the very obvious bulge on his pants. It felt so good, it felt too good- they couldn't help the cry that left both of their mouths.

They kept kissing and touching each other, his hands already undoing the laces on her clothes when she heard something outside the tent. She froze and pulled back, attentitve to every movement and sound around them.

It was dark, but she could only imagine what they looked like at that moment. Him with his shirt off, his hair a mess from all the pulls she gave it, his lips swollen and his neck and chest already showing some of the marks she left there. Her with the laces on her outfit half undone, her skirt hiked to her waist barely covering her hips. Both of them panting, trying to catch a breath.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered. He stopped, trying to listen to whatever she had heard. But his senses weren't as heightened as hers.

“Hear… what?” He said back, don’t minding the interruption and sliding his hands up her bare legs “The only sound I heard was you moaning and-“

"Shh!" She put a finger to his lips to shut him up and there was the sound again, like someone shuffling around but trying to keep quiet. 

Only then she seemed to remember they were in a tent in the middle of the woods with four of their companions sleeping a few feet away. Very exposed, not at all alone. She thought they were all asleep when she sneaked out but… Myriani and Mal hadn’t been exactly quiet, someone could've easily woken up. She heard a quiet cough and Mal seemed to have heard it this time too, because she could feel his body tensing up under her.

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” She asked in a low voice that she hoped only Mal could hear.

“Yes, we can” all of their companions- Tyril, Nia, Imtura and even Threep- said in unison. Tyril sounded exhausted, Nia sounded embarrassed and Imtura sounded amused. Threep sounded like a mix of all three. Well, if they heard that, they definitely heard everything else, she thought to herself. 

Mal’s and Myriani’s eyes met in the dark and although some part of them felt embarrassed to have been overheard by their group while they heavily made out in the middle of the night, they burst out laughing together. She was laughing so hard she fell on top of him, trying to muffle the sound by burying her face onto his chest while he rubbed her back trying to calm her down- but he was laughing just as hard.

Outside the tent they head a long sigh.

“Can you please, please stop? Some of us want to get some sleep before we have to spend all day tomorrow traveling through the woods” Tyril was done with their bullshit. They heard a small chuckle in the tent next to theirs- Imtura.

“Sorry, guys. We’ll tone it down” Myriani said, still feeling low-key amused.

“I much appreciate it. Goodnight” Tyril said, annoyed; this time Mal and Myriani managed to hold back their laugh. 

“We’ll pick up from here another day?” She said to Mal with a smirk, his hands on her back.

“You better be fucking sure we will” he pulled her face down for one last kiss before she climbed out of him and let him wrap his arm around her, his bare chest to her back. She was at least 10 inches taller than him but somehow they made it work. She felt comfortable sleeping with his arms around her.

He kissed the back of her neck and she let out a content sigh, snuggling against him.

“Goodnight, Mal”

“Night, kit”

She felt his breath on the back of her neck and his heart beating against her back- it felt so right to be like that. She ignored the part of her brain that kept telling her this would end with a goodbye and a broken heart. At that moment, it was enough to feel his arms holding her close. She could let herself be vulnerable and hoped he would too. 

#blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal x mc #playchoices #choices #fanfic #fanfiction #fic

[omgjasminesimone]

Come on, I know you can do better than that. Kiss me like you mean it. - Mal x MC, please!

A/N: Thank you for the request from this prompt list!

Word Count: 788

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“Threep! Did you really eat all that rice?” Nia complains when she notices that Threep has eaten the food she carelessly set aside as the group sits around the fire. 

“Don’t look at me like that! I couldn’t fight my base instincts when you left it right in my grasp!” Threep counters. 

“Here Priestress, you can have what’s left of mine.” Tyril offers, plate outstretched. 

“No, that’s fine Tyril. I’d hate for you to go hungry.” Nia replies. 

“I’ll eat it. These portions are not sufficient for a growing orc.” Imtura interrupts, taking the plate before Tyril can interject. She downs it quickly, and then frowns. “I’m still hungry.”

“We can try to do some more hunting tomorrow. I’d kill for some meat.” Raine suggests. 

“We could eat the cat if it really comes down to it.” Mal interjects, smirking when Threep hisses at him.

The group continues their back and forth banter, but Raine can’t really concentrate on what’s being said. Not when Mal is looking at her like that. 

His smirk morphs into a flirtatious smile, and he winks at her as she blushes. She quickly turns her gaze away before anyone notices. 

Ever since the Deadwood, Raine has been unsure of where exactly she stands with Mal. The others don’t know that they spent that night together (Besides maybe Threep, who seemed to be able to smell the rouge on her the next day, and who had given her quite the disapproving glance.) and nothing has happened between them since. 

The lack of continuing intimacy between them is partly due to the fact that they’re busy, what with their quest to free her brother from the shard and all. And then there’s the lack of opportunity, with the others in the party always around.

But beyond that, Raine knows she’s purposely pulled back. Because she’s scared. Scared of what happens when this is all over. Mal is clearly scared of getting personal, of letting anyone get close. He seems to be prepping himself to leave at any moment. And she doesn’t want to set herself up to be hurt, to be devastated, when he does.

Imtura lets out a long yawn. “Alright, it’s time for me to hit the hay.”

Nia nods, scooping up Threep. “Us too. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

Tyril stands, dumping a bucket of water over the fire to put it out. “See you all in the morning.” He says in parting. 

Raine gets up too, passing by Mal on her way to her tent. 

He grips her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Wait a minute Kit, take a load off.” He offers, gesturing to the log he’s sitting on. 

Raine knows it’s a bad idea, but she sits anyway. 

Mal releases her wrist, bumping her shoulder playfully with his own. “It’s been a while since we’ve been alone together.” He notes, tone neutral. 

“It has. Anything new with you I’ve missed? Seduced any more contessas?” Raine retorts with a playful smirk. 

“Why are you asking? Would you be jealous?” He counters, watching her reaction carefully. 

Raine’s breath catches, unsure how to respond to that. “No. You can do whatever you want. You’re a single man.” She finally decides on. 

Mal regards her silently, and she wishes she could read his expression in the moonlight. “Really? I thought we had something going on. You know, based on you letting me put my tongue down your throat in the Deadwood.” Mal says, fairly loudly. 

“Sshhh!” Raine hushes, looking around to make sure none of the others heard that. 

“You embarrassed about it Kit?” His tone sounds more hurt than Raine would ever have expected, even though he’s clearly trying, and failing, to hide it. 

“I’m not embarrassed. But I don’t think the others need to know until we know what it means.” Raine explains. 

“You’re overthinking this Raine.” Mal’s hand comes up to cup her cheek, and she leans into his warm palm. “Let’s just let what happens, happen.” He mutters before he leans in to kiss her. 

Despite his words, Raine continues to overthink their situation. Does she need a commitment from him? Should they just keep things light and fun? Should she be more focused on saving her brother instead of the delightful tickle from Mal’s beard as he kisses her. She’s so distracted she’s barely kissing him back.

Mal breaks away slightly, speaking against her lips. “Come on, I know you can do better than that. Kiss me like you mean it Kit.” He goes back in for another kiss, his mouth opening and her’s following suit. 

He lets out a pleased groan when she moves to straddle his hips, kissing him like she really means it.

#mal x mc #blades of light and shadow #50 random dialogue prompts #choices ficlet #mal volari

[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 26: Cave

Human!Reader x Orc!Monster Woo

Warnings: Monster smex, size difference, choking

Citrus scale: Hand of Buddha

A/N: I swear the closer we get to Halloween, the more smut I’ve been writing, but like. Isn’t that what the Halloween Spirit is about? Monster fuckin’?

“Stay away from the cave.” They said. “A monster lives there.”

These words had been said to you year after year. The local kids and teenagers alike would dare one of their own, usually the one most full of fear in general, to go place something in front of the cave or to go inside for a certain amount of times. Parents would usually stop and scold them before they went too far. That didn’t stop them from trying. Some would claim to have gone in the dead of night, to have met the monster inside the cave.

Of course, no one would ever believe anyone to be brave enough or stupid enough to go near te rocky enterance. No one was allowed to roam at night. Sometimes, those who claimed to have gone to the beast’s home disappeared soon after. Missing? Taken? Sent away? Answers were rarely given to the youngers.

Even when they were given, there was no promise that they would be believed in the slightest.

“Come away from there. The monster will come get you if you misbehave!” Jessi said to her young cousin who had started to wander off.

Heechul called from his porch, “Ah, let her get taken. It’ll serve her right.”

You were returning home with your friends from school when you four stumbled upon this interaction, backpacks places firmly on backs and books clutched to chests.

She rolled her eyes and pointed at him, “I’ll bring you to the beast myself if you ever talk about my cousin like that again!” and held the small one’s hand to take her inside.

Jennie whispered, “My dad said that the Monster likes to choke the people who go into his cave and likes girls more than boys.”

Dahyun rolled up her sleeve, “If the monster ever got close to any of my friends, I’d make sure he’d no longer have hands to choke with.”

Rena laughed, “You’re so amazing, Dahyun! I would love to see you fight.”

“Maybe I can teach you so that you can do it yourself.” Said the silver haired girl with confidence.

The blonde girl with brown roots smiled shyly, “I...I don’t think it’d work well at all. I’m not very good at--”

You spoke up, “I’m sure you’d do great! You’re such a fast learner.”

“RENA! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT LOLLYGAGGING AFTER SCHOOL?” A parent called with anger like hot coals. “Get over her right now!”

She bowed to us and quickly went to the steps, getting pulled in and berated with words that wouldn’t last too long. However, it would be followed with being completely ignored until the next time.

Dahyun kicked the ground, “I’d like to kick their butt with my fists.” she pouted.

Jennie put her hand on the back of her friend and soon enough it was time to get home. All of you had seen the ‘mysterious’ bruises and how jumpy she sometimes was. She liked to daydream and would do amazing things! Still, it seemed like she would be better off and be able to make those dreams become reality if she were not where she currently was.

So you did the only thing you could do, sneak away and go towards the cave with an offering. One thing that had been agreed upon among all the stories of this horrible monster is that he liked sweets, particularly carrot cake. It was mostly banned other than from when there was a festival where a rather large one was made and placed at the mouth of the cave to keep the monster from taking too many people.

You only had some banana nut muffins that you said were for Jennie. It was still light out, but it would be dusk soon. So you set the muffins at a secret entrance and called into it with a brave voice.

“Monster Woo! I call upon you! Um, I have a friend who needs your help to get away. I brought you some muffins. She is hurt more on the inside than the outside and if you could get her to someplace nicer, I’d be forever grateful.” You looked around to make sure you were still alone before taking off your bracelet. “Return my bracelet to me once she’s safe.”

And off you went back home.

Three days later, your bracelet was on your windowsill when you got home. Rena didn’t show up to school today either. Had he really done what you asked? You looked out the window and smiled, deciding to quickly “run out for flowers” when instead you wanted to go back to the cave.

“Monster Woo! I call on you! This isn’t a request or anything, but I wanted to thank you for taking care of my friend.” Then you began to turn away. “That’s all!”

A voice rumbled from deep within, “Do you want to go somewhere else too?”

You looked at the ground, rubbing your arm, “What makes you ask?”

“You came to me not for a game to play, but with good intention in your heart. I do not think you belong here, Y/N.” He said.

Your head shot up, “How do you know my name?”

He replied, “I know everyone in this town whether or not they want me to. I’ve been here before them, and I will be here long after they’re gone.”

“That means you’re not human then...What are you?”

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” His voice held something alluring now, like you wanted to say yes right away. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl.”

A shiver went down your spine, “I...I have home-homework I need to do.”

“Please? Let me give you a prize for doing so well.” A hand unfurled before you. It looked like a hand in this dark area under the trees.

“Y/N! Where are you? We have a project to do! Y/N!” Dahyun’s voice called.

You grabbed the hand, and it pulled you in without hesitation The next thing you noticed as that you were pressed up against the chest of a rather large being. There was the warmth of another human but also way hotter than any healthy human should ever feel. Letting yourself step back, you defied all the nerves in your body to look up at what everyone had called the Monster.

Monster Woo was a large man with green skin and teeth larger and sharper than any creature you had ever laid eyes upon. Somehow, you were supposed to be scared. Any one else would be and yet. You placed your hand on his arm.

“You’re hurt.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” He asked, confused.

You shook your head and swallowed, “No, I actually have a thing for height difference.” feeling your cheeks heat up at the confession.

An adorably bassy chuckle came from his throat, “Then this is going to be a reward I think you’ll enjoy.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he pulled you closer to him and ensured your eyes were on his before kissing you deeply. His tusks didn’t get in the way at all, but you could feel them rubbing your cheeks. You felt yourself getting light headed from lack of breath just as he pulled away.

You coughed and he apologized. Sometimes he forgot that you humans had smaller lungs than himself. Instinctively, you assured him it was ok. You liked the kiss and he blushed in reply and asked if you wanted...more than a kiss. An excited nod in reply, and so he took you deeper and ever deeper into the endless winding caverns of his home.

A noise scared you, and you found yourself clinging to his muscular and decorated arm.

“I didn’t know orcs got tattoos too.”

He smiled, “What else am I supposed to do alone in here? Anyways, here we are.” and stopped in his tracks. “Stay here, Little One.”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping your mouth. Just those words had gotten you so excited being said with that voice! That voice that sounded like a raging storm lulling you to sleep right after drinking hot cocoa while reading your favorite boo or drawing in a worn notebook.

“W-What’s your name?” You blurted out in your nervousness.

The giant looked back at you, puzzled by the question while in such a mood, “Youngwoo. I really do adore you, Little One. Pardon me if I’m being too forward, but I would like you to show your adoration by helping me with something.”

“Y...yea?”

He pulled down his pants to reveal the largest cock you had ever seen, and you had walked in on the soccer team having a dick measuring contest before. A few seconds of eye contact and a sheepish smile from Youngwoo, and your heart never felt so full. It wouldn’t fit by any measure into any orifice you had, but you were for sure you were going to try.

“Guess my homework will be a bit late.” You said before getting on your knees and using your minuscule tongue to lap at the dripping tip.

A low growl which sounded much like a purr came out of Youngwoo’s mouth, “Ah, yes, right there, Y/N.”

You liked the entire pole up and down like it were a lime flavored lollipop, sucking on the balls which reminded you of two heavy matcha flavored mochis. Grateful moans began falling from the...from Youngwoo’s mouth. He even covered his mouth when he felt as though he were being too noisy. Then you stopped working your tongue on his cock and pouted.

“I want to hear you, Youngwoo~ It makes me feel better when I know how good I’m making you feel.”

His eyes trained on your body which was pressing legs together in an attempt to hold back the last bit of dignity you had.

Youngwoo smiled, “Only if you do the same. Spread your legs.”

You did as told and he used two large fingers to graze across your front which was making puddles in your underwear. He kissed you again before ripping your clothes from your body and saying he was sorry. In your haze, you were able to mumble “It’s ok.” before straddling his balls that were so large that it was like sitting on a twin sized mattress and not uncomfortable for him. Kisses and licks on his length resumed as growls and bellows of joy and lust left his mouth.

“That feels so good, Little One.” he said and freely let curses fly.

Every inch of your body was becoming covered in his precum, making you glisten just as his cock was. The torch flames could not match the heat between your legs as you began to hump and rut against his giant balls, making the scene even wetter.

“Unggg, hold on tight, Little One.” Youngwoo grunted out.

You held onto him even tighter as the twitching of his cock made the world feel a bit like a roller coaster. Although, you had never before gotten this wet on any sort of amusement park ride. Your whole body was doused in his semen and completely marked by him and his scent. The experience made you reach your own orgasm, climaxing on a hard ridge of his length as you slid down onto the floor, your chest heaving.

Maybe you’d have to make your visits to the monster a regular thing.

#Monster Woo #Kim Youngwoo #Orc!AU #Magic!AU #Reader x Monster Woo #Monster Woo x Reader #smut #hand of buddha #buddha's hand #human!Reader #Orc x Human #Youngwoo x Reader #Reader x Youngwoo

[aki-draws-things]

Prompt: Wound that would not heal

Fandom: Romeo et Juliette 

Ship: Tybalt/Mercutio

@badthingshappenbingo

First part of 2, for the last 2 squares of the bingo card. (Not counting the one that i revising because the background evolved, about Lost Verona...damn... xD) I’m almost there...  I’m in absolute awe for this AU, I love it so, so much... and i think this prompt and “Near death experience” could make a real good short fic in two parts.

@soetpotatis

(also, it hads been kinda calming and therapeutic to write it tonight. I’m much calmer than before... Or perhaps I’m just really tired... either way.)

Elves were immortal, it was more than common knowledge, everyone in the middle-Earth knew that much. They didn’t simply have a long life, they were truly immortal. To old age at least. Not wounds. Wounds could still harm them, and kill them, everyone knew that too.

What Mercutio ignored was how reckless some elves could be. At least until he got to know Tybalt.

He wasn’t just reckless, he was eager to fight, never shying away from his challenges, there was always a fire burning in his eyes, his fingers swift as he grabbed his bow or a sword. Even after knowing each other for years it was still surprising how he was, compared to every other elf he met. - Starting from Juliette. - Tybalt was nothing like them, there was a wildness in his movements.

- Elves in the past ages were much wilder than their descendants, Mercutio would know if he listened enough when people spoke of that, but before he never found Elvish history too interesting. They were wild, and fighters, not scared to shed their brothers’ blood. Tybalt, according to many, looked more like one of them than the common elves of the Fourth Age. -

“Are you okay?” Tybalt turned in the small leaves bed they made for the night, Mercutio was staring at the sky, trying to look disinterested despite the obvious question.

“Why shouldn’t I?” They both knew why. The dwarf helped changing the bandages only a couple of hours before, when they stopped for the night, he knew, just as Mercutio did, that in the morning he will have to change them again, blood would turn them red, and it had been two days already.

“You know why.” He still didn’t turn, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to look away, he would be overwhelmed by guilt and worry and Tybalt hated that so much.

“I’m fine. Go to sleep, we’ll have to rise early tomorrow.”

Mercutio nodded silently and turned the other way pretending everything would be fine in the morning. But even without seeing him the fight kept playing in his head every time he closed his eyes like it did for the past two days, it just didn’t want to leave him alone.

“Those are not simple orcs.” Tybalt muttered taking the black arrow and turning it between his fingers, sure it wasn’t an arrow from Mordor, or at least, not the ones he once fought, not the same, but also… “Orcs don’t shoot arrows.” Mercutio had to agree, while thinking he was overreacting with his worries about a strange dark feeling creeping on him as they left Gondor, he knew orcs were not exactly a race famous for bow and arrows. But again, Tybalt was worrying needlessly.

Or so he thought until orcs were on the two of them and Tybalt had to refrain from the instinct of throwing the dwarf at them, fully armored and armed just to see how much damage he could do. - He would probably let Tybalt throw him. -

They weren’t common orcs, that was very much obvious, larger, more similar to Uruk-Hai if Tybalt had any say on that, faster than orcs, and with bows and arrows. Arrow that hit him unexpectedly on the shoulder, stuck in there from side to side. That wasn’t a problem, it wasn’t for sure the first arrow that ever hit him, in truth he had a fair share of scars given by arrows, even from other elves. The problem was later, when he took the arrow out, broken in half, and it left black blood on his hand. The entire arrow was coated in black blood. That wasn’t right. But Mercutio… oh, no, Mercutio couldn’t know. He would worry, he would act reckless so they could get somewhere safe in shorter time, he would look for any shortcut and ending up lost like so many more time before. He could resist a couple of days until they reached Edoras, first city that would give them enough shelter and safety. He could. Of course he could. Why shouldn’t he? Obviously he coul – He couldn’t.

It was bleeding. A lot. A lot more than what usual would, a lot more even after pressing medical herbs and bandages on it. Mercutio could see it was wrong when he helped him change the bandages, the skin around the wound red and warm, blood still slowly seeping through. It didn’t looked infected, they had both been very careful on that, and yet… and yet after two days it was still bad, Tybalt was getting weaker, despite denying it, and Mercutio worried.

The day was warm, normally Tybalt would just stand in the open, directly under the sun, letting the warm rays envelope him and casting a soft glow that apparently only Mercutio seemed to see, he always looked peaceful under the sun, and sometimes even more under the softer like of thousand of stars, there he would have a colder glow, much softer, still enchanting. The dwarf once accused him of having casted a spell on him, Juliette laughed, her voice ringing deep in the forest.

“He could, yes. As I can, as many elves can. - She said smiling. - But that’s the furthest from his desire, he would never.” She stood walking closer to him, she almost seemed to float, her vest moved around her feet.

“Love is different for us. It’s deeper, stronger, more painful sometimes. We can fool every creature if that’s our wish, even our own kind, with enough power. But fooling for love? No. It would be wrong, it would be unfair. For you. And for us.”

Mercutio stopped saying he laid a spell on him, unless he wanted to joke and he was sure Tybalt knew he didn’t mean it. But the spell thought proved to be easier to accept than being in love with him. With an elf. Not even royalty, he even heard in Moria, as he was telling Valentine of his last journey. He didn’t care if Tybalt had royal blood or not, not really. - But again, if only he had listened more carefully he would have recognized the lineage Tybalt came from. Royal, maybe more than his. And cursed, they would say. -

Now, walking toward Edoras, he kept himself in the shadow of the trees, the cloak wrapped around his body, held close by his hands trying not to shiver under it. He could fool no one.

“We need to stop. You need to stop.”

It was the third day of travel, third day after the attack.

“A few more miles and we’ll be in Edoras.” He mumbled, words coming out weakly, he stumbled, quickly caught by Mercutio and led on the ground.

“Well, you definitely can’t walk a step more.” He said. The hand brushed against the wounded shoulder and groaned softly, his head falling on the side against Mercutio’s shoulder. “Stay awake. Listen to me, stay awake, we’ll find a way to get you to Edoras, and there your cousin will heal you.”

Tybalt grinned, Mercutio was almost sure he would have laughed if he had enough strength, dark blood dripped from his lips, trailed down his chin and neck.

“Might be a little too late.” He murmured letting his eyes close. When Mercutio looked at his hand, as he grabbed Tybalt and his head fell limp on the side, it was wet with more new blood. Black blood.

#tycutio #bad things happen bingo #bthb #lotr au #prompt: wound that would not heal #first part of two #hurt tybalt... again #that's not even a surprise anymore right? #romeo et juliette #retj #aki writes

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “What Happened.”

Sorry for any issues this one might have, but I am trying to write it between flights and and scrambling to find a plug that will work, so I hope you like it anyway, and I hope it answers some questions you have 

Three months leave

IT was going to take an extra three months  before the ship would be ready for launch. Even as they spoke, it was docked at the Europa station as they put on the final finishing touches. Until then, it had been Commander Vir’s job to go through files on the personnel he wanted aboard his new crew.

He had suggested some alien additions to make the crew more diverse, which the GA had loved considering that the ship was an amalgamation of both human and alien technology. It had Rundi communications systems, Celzex weaponry, Vrul shields, and  a Tesraki warp core. The design otherwise was completely human. But for those reasons, the project was obviously very time consuming, and they were lucky that it was going to be finished in as little a time as it was.

Sunny hadn’t seen Adam very much in the last month or so considering that he had been working hard to find an extra five hundred members for his crew, and speak with the brass about what he had seen on the other side of the wormhole.

Sunny knew that it was important that Adam do his job, but a part of her was annoyed they hadn’t been able to speak properly since getting back.

Instead, she was stuck in base housing on the cost, alone and with nothing to do aside from long walks on the beach. She had never been the the beach beforehand as anin didn’t have any substantial bodies of water like that, at least near her, and there was something about the endless water that unsettled her. Even Krill and Conn were off doing important things. Krill was giving his services to a level one trauma center in New York, and Conn was helping the base MPs conduct polygraph tests, though he had sort of replaced the polygraph.

That left Sunny alone most days to think.

She hadn’t gotten over Adam’s disappearance, and not how he had tricked her, pushing her from the bridge before turning around and preparing himself for death. She felt a bit cheated, and like a decision had been made for her. She wasn’t stupid, logically she knew that is what she would have done if she were in his place, so she couldnt fault him for that, though she still coudln’t help feeling hurt over it.

And these thoughts she was left to stew on, tossing and turning in the quiet of the night while everyone else was out and busy.

Needless to say she didn’t expect the little bell on her front door to ring late one evening, and when she opened the door she certainly didn’t expect to see Adam waiting on her front porch.

HE was smiling, though the skin around his face and neck were already flushed a light pink with embarrassment.

In his arms, he held a large collection of flowers.

“May I come in?”

“Adam!” Her surprise was a bit delayed 

He shuffled his feet, “I uh, I got the go ahead to take the day off so I…. thought I would see you.”

He shifted again.

He looked better now than he had on returning from his ordeal, face clean-shaven and in clean clothes that actually fit, though she had to admit his cave-man look hadn’t been so bad.

She stepped aside, and he tentatively followed.

She closed the door and he turned to face her, “I uh…. um … well I…. flower…. Or I mean, I got you, flowers I…… Bought some, but also picked…. some ….. I not that that really matters I just.”He sighed took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “I got you flowers.” he held them out, and she took them in half amusement, picking one from the top and popping it into her mouth before setting them down on the little side table.

“Look, I’m sorry we haven't been able to talk since I got back… and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little bit of me avoiding having a tough conversation.”

“I like that you are at least being honest with me.” She said quietly., “Do you want to sit down?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on a walk…. I.. I think better when I walk.”

She shrugged and agreed, following him outside to where a thin layer of clouds had veiled the sun which was slowly inching towards the horizon. The clouds muted the colors and the sea was grey in the distance.

Together they walked a little ways along the sand, him shifting nervously, and her walking to the side, relaxed though she didn’t feel like it 

The silence stretched on for nearly a mile before Sunny -- growing frustrated -- was forced to break it.

“You tricked me.”

He looked down at his feet, “I did.”

“You tricked me, and because of that I have had some of the worst few months of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I understand you did what you thought you had to, and I get it that if I was in your place, I would have done the same without hesitation, but…. I I feel cheated, and I feel used, and for some reason I can’t stop it.”

He looked away, “I’m not sure what to say.”

“At least say SOMETHING.”

HE turned to face her single green eye wide. Looking down she could sense that his hands were shaking. A part of her felt bad about that, but they needed to have this conversation, and she wasn’t going to let him out of it.

“I… would do it again to save your life, and I won’t apologize for that, but I’m sorry that that’s how you feel.”

“I thought we were a team.”

“And we are.”

She paused, her feet digging hard into the sand, and he drew to a halt beside her, “I need you to understand Adam, when Drev say a team, they mean a battle pair and that means….”

“I know, I know……. I know what it means, and I am agreeing with you.”

“Will, you try, for me.”

“Yes, but sunny, I I don’t know how well it will work out, I…. well I’m broken when it comes to this sort of thing I don’t even know if I can.”

They went silent again and she could see the veins pulsing in the side of his neck. Beads of sweat collected on his brown and face. He looked almost nauseous, like he was scared or something, that too made her feel bad, but she didn’t really know how to help.

On instinct, she reached out a hand, inches from his before pausing, “I…. Can I?”

He paused look down at her hand.

His clenched into a fist.

He was pale whit like snow now.

“I…. I don’t think I can right now but…. Thanks for asking.”

She watched the expression on his face closely, and on his face she saw him proceed through a rapid series of emotions starting with fear, working over to shame, sadness and finally ending on guilt.

He turned away.

She walked up next to him, head tilted, “You don’t have to, Adam, but maybe if you told me why I could better understand. Of course you don’t have to.”

He took a deep shaky breath, “You deserve to know. But just don’t… I don’t know laugh or something. I know logically it wasn’t a big deal but….”

“Adam, I promise I won't laugh, you have my word.”

He nodded his head slowly and sighed, “I can trace it all back to one event I think. It was MY freshman year of high school…. Maybe and I was the awkward, nerdy sci-fi weirdo who believed in UFOs and Aliens.

***

Adam Sat Under a tree outside the school arms wrapped around his knees back tucked against the bowl of a tree which cast the shadow of its leaves down over the ground to wave and rustle in a light breeze.

It was lunch break, and he was watching the other teens standing around in their cliches. The football jocks were playing a game to one side, the cheerleaders were clustered around a bench, and all the rednecks were sitting in the back of their trucks in the parking lot laughing loudly and occasionally turning on their trucks just to rev the engines as loud as possible.

His hair was long-ish, kind of scruffy and hanging down around his ears. The clothes he wore were baggy hand me downs from his older brother Jeremy (a senior) and shoes with holes in them from his older brother Thomas.

He didn’t mention the holes to his mom, dad was in between jobs right now, not that it was a big deal, he would find work, it was just paperwork in the way, but he didn’t want to worry her with something extra that didn’t matter right now.

He looked down at the ground where he had a stack of books waiting in the grass for him, The Martian, War of the Worlds, and an old tatty compendium of start wars stuff with pictures and diagrams.

The T-shirt he was wearing was one he had purchased online, and had a diagram of the star-trek enterprise on it.

He shuffled his feet in the grass waiting for his brothers to show up and feeling sort of lonely as he waited.

Since he was a little younger, he got out a half an hour before they did, and only got to spend thirty minutes of his half hour lunch break with them, otherwise he tried to avoid people as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was bullied per-se, because he wasn’t really, neglected by his peers was probably a better term for it.

They were nice to him in the way you are nice to small children or crazy people, keeping up polite conversation just long enough to leave as soon as possible. He was used to the treatment, and didn’t bother subjecting people to his presence more than he had to. He knew he was weird.

He was sure he would have a harder time if it were not for his older brothers. Jeremy, who was a popular football player, David because he was student body president, and arguably the best looking guy in school, though he never seemed to be dating anyone, and Thomas, who was a bit of a loose cannon and didn’t mind getting in fights to protect his family members when he wasn’t hanging out with the other weird and unpredictable kids.

He was sitting there thinking about his brothers and staring down at the grass, when he saw a pair of shoes appear in his vision. They were white vans, or something similar with bright green laces, and when he looked up he saw a girl standing over him. The school was small enough that he recognized her immediately. Her name was Amanda and she jumped between the Drill team and the Basketball Girls click.

She was smiling, and he watched her as she turned her head back to her group of friends who were giggling and trying not to look like they were looking over in their direction.

Adam sat up a little straighter, “Can I help you.”

She smiled at him, her cheeks slightly pink, “HI…. Adam.”

He frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

She shuffled her feet, and off in the distance, her friends giggled and looked away.

“Can I help you with something?’ He wondered, waiting for the punchline somewhere. Something about the weird UFO kid, or maybe they were going to ask him to help them do something against school rules, so when they got caught they could all blame it on him. Or maybe they were going to ask him to be the designated Sherpa for their bags or something.

He had been tricked into most of those things before, though by now the teachers and the principal knew that he was just socially stupid and not a troublemaker.

“Relax ok, I’ve just come to say sorry?”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for treating you like you were weird.” When she smiled it seemed genuine, “You see its…. One of my friends.” More giggling I the background, “She thinks you’re cute, but she didn’t know how to act before.”

He glanced past her to where  the group of girls had burst in to excessive giggling.

He frowned again, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

She crossed her arms, “Serious, Adam.”

“Who is this friend of your.” His eyes narrowed, but past that he was looking towards one of the girls in the group. She was pretty  with honey blonde hair and an infectious smile.  She played the violin, and he knew for a fact that she was a comic book nerd. He had seen her carrying them around, and she was a petty good artist too. He felt his face flush a bit but tried to fight it back.”

“She smiled, “Avery.”

His eyes shot wide, and he felt his face turn scarlet. The part of his brain that had been skeptical immediately shut off as the human brain is prone to do when they think something good might be about to happen.

“I… really.”

She grinned, “Really.” She reached into her pocket and passed him a note, “She wants you to meet her by the stadium.”

His hands were shaking a bit as he took the note, but he felt his heart hammering in excitement.

Was this his way out of exile?

He had always been extroverted, starved for all the friends he wanted and all the people he wanted to talk to. Avery had the life that he wished he did, a large circle of friends, and fun things to do every weekend.

Maybe with her around, he would finally have that.

All the better if they were dating, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He watched as the group of girls dispersed and Avery moved towards the back of the building over towards the stadium, her beautiful, honey-blond hair blowing in the wind.

He stood awkwardly gathering up his things and shoving them in his bag without zipping the zipper all the way before turning and cutting around the other side of the school. His heart hammered in his chest and his hands were cold and sweaty as he made his way around the other side of the building and towards the stadium.

His heart only began to race faster when he saw her standing alone under the stadium between the cross-bars and in the shade of the metal benches above.

He approached nervously, his hands shaking in excitement.

She turned her head, bright blue eyes catching his.

He stopped in place at the edge of the shadow. But she smiled and waved him in, “Adam over here.”

He followed nervously his feet trailing in the dirt. As she approached she nervously rocked back and fourth on her heels hands in her pockets. He paused a few feet away. She looked up at him through her lashes, and he noted she was wearing little Iron Man earrings.

“Hi.” She said nervously

“Hi.” He replied back

She shuffled her feet, “Look I…. I’m sorry about laughing at you earlier today In class I…. well I think your funny, not, like in a bad way or anything.”

HE knew he was bright red at this moment, probably brighter red than any tomato, “Really?”

“Yeah, so I wanted to say sorry, and…. And maybe make it up to you.”

His heart was in his throat, “Oh, you, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

It went quiet as she stepped forward, and he was frozen in place. She was right in front of him now. She leaned forward a little, and he was frozen in place. Her eyes closed, and then so did his, he waited for the moment, and waited, and waited, but nothing came.

Someone snickered, and he cracked an eye to see Avery’s once pretty face twisted up into a sneer of contempt and malicious amusement.

“April fools.” She jumped at him, and in surprise he tripped backwards over one of the metal bars landing hard. The zipper of his backpack, not all the way done up, erupted outward spilling all his books out onto the dirt.

Laughter.

He turned his head looking around to the cracks in the stadium seats where dozens of eyes stared at him laughing.

Avery stood over him as others began flooding down from their spots laughing.

He crawled back, his head down, “But it’s not even April.” He whispered

“Its not even April.” Someone mimicked from behind, and he ran into soemthing hard looking up to see one of Avery’s friends standing over him. She was state shotput champion last years, and her arms were as big as his head, “What is this.” She reached down and picked his book off the ground.

“Please, give it back.” He said crawling to his knees and reaching up for it.

“The Martian.”

“please.”

She flipped open a few of the pages. He stood up trying to reach for his book but he was blocked by another two of her friends.

The laughter continued, the mocking voices over and over and over again.

He tried to push forward reaching for his books which had been picked up off the ground.

“Gross, Its all sticky!” the friend yelled.

“No it isn’t.” He protested, it was true, he took very good care of his books. But of course no one listened. A chorus of disgust rose up around him. His books were dropped, one clattering to the rocks its pages bending, the other one landing halfway in a puddle of stagnant water.

He cried out and dove forward pulling it out of the water even as mud dripped form the hardback.

He cradled it in his arms, feeling hot tears of anger and humiliation begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Laughter continued.

“Look.”

Fingers pointed.

HE stood fists clenched ready to hurt someone, but when he turned the same girl from before hand his book in either hand and when he moved she pulled.

There was a sharp ripping noise as the spine of the book tore a quarter, and as he cried out she laughed and dropped it into the puddle.

As a paperback, the book didn’t stand a chance.

Mud and water caked his hands as he reached in to pull it out on his hands and knees. Something hit him hard in the back and he pitched forward into the puddle getting the book wet a second time as the kids laughed.

He scrambled sitting up coughing and spluttering feeling the slimy grittiness of the water on his lips.

Someone knelt down next to him. A voice in his ear, “If you tell anyone. I’ll tell the teacher you tried to touch me.”

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he tried wiping mud from his face. The laughter receded and he was left along kneeling on the gravel.

His face grew hot and read as he stared down at the ruined cover of his book. Hot tears dripped onto the mud coating his hands.

His breathing started up in great gasps his heart hammered so fast he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. His head was going to explode either from anger or frustration he didn’t know. Choked sobs broke from his mouth as he knelt over the books ruined in his hands. He couldn’t breathe. He stood vision clouded face hot wet and muggy from the heat.

And then he ran.

He had no idea where he was going or what he was doing.

His paperback held muddy and dripping in one hand he pelted into the woods and didn’t stop running until his foot caught on a branch and he went rolling into the leaves.

He lay there on his stomach heart still hammering breath still coming in ragged gasps. He just couldn’t calm his breathing down.

He didn’t know where he was.

He felt like he was having a heart attack, or dying, or something. He lay there gasping on the forest floor for hours.

It grew dark. The mud dried on the back of his book and against his chest and hands.

It was only when he heard the voices did he finally sit up, mud caked and bleary eyed.

“Adam!”

“Adam!”

There were no other sounds for a long moment before the call started up again.

He stumbled over, it was dark so his feet kept coughing on branches and twigs.

“Adam, ADAM! I swear ADAM.”

“Thomas?” He said his voice so raw it was barely above a whisper.

“ADAM!” Footsteps rushed towards him through the trees, and Thomas burst from the foliage his scruffy blind hair run wild, his jeans covered in dirt, “Adam there you are where have you-“

He didn’t have time to say much else as he was hugged tight around the middle.

“Adam I…. what’s wrong. What happened! Who did this to you!”

Thomas looked ready to rip someone apart, but Adam didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t say anything about the event for the next two years.

***

Sunny stared wide eyed as Adam turned away again.

“Look, I know its stupid, it happens to plenty of kids and they don’t take it the way I did, but. I mean, with the panic attack on top of it, and then a few years later the same thing happened on my first date, so now I just… I can’t…”

Sunny was quiet for a moment while he looked away.

“Who the FUCK do they think they are.” She snarled.

He looked up in surprise, “I what.”

She marched around in a circle, “What the hell kind of person does that to someone. That’s just sick and wrong. That is just… horrible.”  She pulled out her spear, “I swear If i ever meet someone like that if i ever meet THEM, I am going to-”

He caught her arm, “Sunny stop, it was a long time ago.”

“It doesnt matter!”

A small smile cut across his face, “IT doesn't matter sunny, you want to know why.”

“Why.”

“Because I saw their pictures.” he grinned, “Avery got really fat and her friend got hit by a car, not fatally but I consider it Karma doing me a solid.” He paused, “It’ll be ok…. I just need some time. Think you can do that for me?”

She paused and nodded her head, “Yes, I think I can.”

[centuryofdean]

When Lightning Strikes - Chapter 3

Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.

Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+ At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language and Violence

Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)

Kili

"Wake up Kili, it is time to leave The Shire."

No matter how hard I tried to hold onto the dream, sleep would not find me and bless my wish. Fili sat at the edge of the couch we were sharing for the night, pressing into my legs to wake me.

Laurel.

As always her face was a blur but the ache in my chest that went to sleep with me awoke with me; this time with vigor. It was surprising I woke this time with a smirk.

She actually kissed me.

The memory was still fresh in my mind, almost as if I could still feel her soft sweet lips upon mine. Sometimes I wondered if it were only just dreams. She speaks of how I am merely just an imagination, and everything I do and say is her wishes. If it were truly that way, which we are creating an image of each other, who is to say that she is not just an imagination of my mind? That would simply be unfair. If it were my choice, I would have not had her run from me. We would have been embracing and sharing kisses much sooner.

Not on the last dream I would ever share with her.

"What of Bilbo," Fili asked, grabbing his weapons and rising to leave. I followed his lead, placing two daggers in my belt and boot and grabbing my arrows and bow.

"All we can do is leave the contract. If he wishes to accompany us, he will find us," Thorin replied.

Together the lot of us rose and left the hobbit's home and quietly as we could. It was not my first time meeting a hobbit, though after I met Bilbo, the similarities between him and Laurel were strong. The greed I felt to see her again was almost stronger of that of the need of this quest.

Just outside The Shire we met a farmer with ponies for hire. Gandalf took lead on his stead and we were off on our quest.

Fili rode in the last of the line of ponies with me. Out of the thirteen dwarves, Fili and I were the youngest. For most of our lives we were raised by Mother, father had passed in battle with Orcs. Uncle Thorin was around for much of our childhood. We were told of the tales of our people and how our home was stolen from us by the fire drake Smaug.

It was only a few months ago that he approached my brother and myself, declaring that he, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, was going to take back the Lonely Mountain. We promised Mother we would return as princes of Erebor and bring her home.

"Did you see her in your sleep again Brother," Fili asked softly.

For twenty years, I dreamed of Laurel. I do not know how old she was when I started dreaming of her, but she was very small. Most the dreams I had were of her, doing something ordinary such as chasing butterflies and sliding down snow covered hills on a piece of colored wood of sorts. I watched as she attended a ceremony were all the humans cried and spoke of a man.

Each of these dreams she was unable to see or hear me. It was as if I were invisible.

There were dreams where Laurel was barely clothed, only small pieces covering her. These dreams I had to focus my attention on other things. It was not until she was matured into a woman that I encountered her in a dream, where she could see me and speak to me.

I was amused that she was hunting a deer to feast upon.

From that one encounter, we discovered that each of us dreamed of the other. This encounter led to similar dreams of no talking, but after a while we were able to speak again.

These times in dreams where I could talk to her, understand her and where she comes from, were some of my favorite times. The world that she lived in was one very different than Middle Earth. Each of us had our own questions, very confused of one another.

Over time I came to care for the russet haired maiden. Often times in my dreams I allowed myself the pleasure of braiding her locks and caressing her skin. When I looked into her pine colored eyes, it was if I were already home.

"Yes, I dreamed very fondly of her," I murmured, "though I am afraid it may be the last."

A chuckle came from my brother, "It may not. This journey will be long and eventually you will see her again. I am afraid that I am jealous of your maiden that does not exist."

"Laurel is a true beauty indeed," I murmured dejectedly, trying to hold onto the last traces of her face that floated in my mind.

"Why do you sound upset," Fili asked earnestly.

"I think she is a Hobbit," I muttered.

This brought a hearty chuckle from the blonde warrior.

Bilbo found his way to us, joining the company and continuing on our journey. Once given a pony, the poor fellow already tried to turn back around for a hanky. To say in the least this burglar was not much of an assistance to the quest. He spoke often about how he missed his Hobbit hole and the warm food he often ate on a regular basis. If anything he was more of a bother with his consistent complaining.

All of it made me more irritable due to the lack of sleep that uncle kept us on. Most of the time we were lucky to sleep for a few hours, he wanted to get to the mountain as soon as possible. Though I fully agreed, I wanted to sleep and try to see Laurel once more.

After seven days of travel with no real rest, the company set Thorin straight. Came nightfall the lot of us were camped out with a fire, a nice warm meal, and promised a full nights worth of sleep.

"Kili," uncle approached me, "take first watch. In a few hours we will have Fili switch with you so that you can rest as well."

"Yes uncle. I will wake the company if I hear or see of anything suspicious."

The hill that we found had a pleasant flat bottom to the south that we placed camp in. It also provided for a great vantage point to see from all angles anything that would try to sneak up on us.

I used the time of peace to reflect on the last time I slept and saw her. The ache in my chest returned at the thought, the last I can remember of her face is her pine eyes, everything else blurred into her silhouette. She was so scared of… me. If it were really only just a dream, she was not real, then why would I dream of her fear? I would dream of her desire for me! The fact itself was even more frustrating than Bilbo's complaining. There has to be more than just a coincidence that I dream of the same woman all these years.

The more I concentrated on trying to envision her face, the sleepier I became. Shortly I felt the drags of tiredness pull me into a soft sleep.

Covered in odd greens and blues, she was walking across sand. The green clothing she wore covered her head and hair. Blue waves crashed against the shore, water tickling her boot covered feet. This was one of the few times she was actually wearing boots.

I even felt the cold of winter's chill.

Happiness filled me, I had gotten my wish to see her again. It was not as exciting to know that this was not a time of meeting, but I could gaze upon her once more.

When she strode forward, I followed. Not much of anything was happening, it seemed that the walking continued on forever. Suddenly it started to rain. As if I were there, I could feel the cold pelting drops. It did not take long for them to become heavier and more furious. When the quake of thunder exploded around her she turned and started to walk the way she had come.

The water just on the other side of her lit up with the lightning of the sky. Laurel started to run.

I myself was running just so that I would not lose her. The sight of her face was already swallowed by the rain.

Lightning struck, blindingly, just in front of her. Fear grasped my heart.

"Laurel!" My voice was horse and booming, but fell upon deaf ears, almost deaf to my own if it weren't for the crack of thunder.

She turned to escape the danger, only to be pushed forward into it instead.

A loud crack of thunder awoken me with a gasp.

Laurel, she fell into electrifying lightning.

I looked up into the night sky instinctively to gaze at the storm here.

Something was falling through the air. Was it a bird? As it started to gain momentum the closer it got, I could see it was not a bird at all. It was something much larger. It was coming right for me actually.

With a start I jumped, reckless as I was, holding my arms out ready to catch the oddity.

The force of the drop and thing brought me to my knees, grunting at the impact. With all the gentleness I could bestow I rolled the object into the ground to inspect it.

A familiar ache burst through my chest as I saw a familiar woman. Wearing a worn green short tunic of various hues, and dark blue pants, she was soaked to the bone. Just as I pushed back the hood of her clothing, her russet hair tumbled out. The short breath was stuck in my throat.

Laurel?

"Fili," my voice bellowed across the valley.

My hands grasped her face, pulling her head into my lap. How could this be happening? Falling into lightning takes you to another world? Voices were vaguely heard coming up the hill. Was she even alive? I lowered my head to her mouth, listening for her breath. A faint inhale and exhale could be heard. Excitement started to bubble up within me.

"Kili, what is it," Fili asked kneeling down next to me.

A gasp left me, "She fell from the sky."

"She's soaked to the bone, we better find a dry space and start a fire for her to warm up," he whispered urgently. "Do you have her? I'll go start the fire."

Her weight was so light, I feared for her health as I carried her down the hill. Gandalf was persuading a fire to life under a cliff where the rain was not so heavy. With some of his powers he allowed a small bubble of clear air. I laid her gently against the ground, and then placed myself behind her with her head against my legs once more. Russet locks were soaked as well, causing me to run my fingers through them.

"Where did she come from," Gandalf asked.

"Quite literally out of the sky," I murmured. "I looked up and she was falling, right into my arms."

"We cannot let this halt our journey," Thorin muttered as he strode towards all the commotion.

A grunt of sorts escaped me. They would have to have a dragon breathe it's flames of death upon me before I will leave without her. "Uncle," I muttered, "we cannot just leave her in this condition. I will not leave her side."

Thorin crouched down to get a better look at her. Instinctively I wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. Even if I did not want it to happen, there is always one being in this world that could stand between her and me, would be him.

"I know who she is," I muttered.

"If she is one of your whores—"

"Never," I growled, "she is of another world…"

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