#Richard Armitage imagine

[fizzyxcustard]

Imagine John Porter is at your Christmas party, completely hammered and attempts to dance.

(All imagines are open to be requested as fics. If you wish to request, please do so via my ask box)

[shangchiswife]

dating thorin headcanons!

hey guys i was rewatching the hobbit and i wanted to make this for thorin because he's a baddie.

thorin x gn!reader

Very, very closed off when you first meet him

It was Gandalf that thought you would be useful to the company as you were an excelled healer

Thorin’s focus is solely on reclaiming the mountain and he’s pretty skeptical of you and doesn’t know whether you truly belong in his company

Is the last to warm up to you when you joined his company 

He is amazed by how fast you become comfortable with everyone, especially his two nephews who you immediately started joking around with when you met them.

Thorin's perception of you shifts when he witnesses your compassion and skill as a healer. His respect for you grows as he watches you show kindness and empathy to the people that are hurt.

He also starts to understand why Gandalf put you in his company and how your role is important.

Once you’ve shown him that you’re able to be trusted he is comfortable around you

He also starts to get protective over you, especially during battles

Will literally scold you when you almost get hurt. “How careless could you be? You could’ve gotten killed?” he had said one time when an orc’s blade almost impaled you. You were hurt by his words but little did you know it was his way of showing that he cared.

Sometimes when everyone else in the company was asleep, you’d talk to him about your life and he’d tell you about his childhood in Erebor.

Overtime he began to trust you and found comfort in your presence.

When you both are by the fireplace you both steal glances at one another.

When he catches you staring, your cheeks give you away, flushing with warmth under his gaze.

His lips curl into a knowing smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement at your reaction.

Is also very chivalrous and is always looking out for you even if it means sacrificing his own comfort.

One cold day on your journey, you were shivering, and Thorin didn't waste a second before giving you his big fur coat.

When you protested, worried about him getting cold, Thorin simply smiled and brushed off your concerns, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'd rather see you warm," he said tenderly, his words stirring a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. 

Eventually, your stubbornness won out, and you convinced Thorin to share the coat with you. With a soft chuckle and a gentle nod, he relented, and the two of you huddled together for warmth.

Balin is the first to notice Thorin’s growing affection for you.

He wastes no time in encouraging Thorin to act on his feelings and express his love for you.

Initially Thorin was hesitant because of his responsibilities as leader and was also a little scared of ruining his friendship with you.

Finally he works up the courage to tell you his feelings for you and is pleasantly surprised when you tell him you feel the same way.

Fili and Kili tease have a blast teasing their uncle about his new relationship with you

They’re always wiggling their eyebrows, flashing cheeky grins, and cracking jokes whenever their uncle is around you.

Thorin is never hearing the end of them. 

The rest of the company thinks you guys are cute but are always poking fun at Thorin because he is always just in awe over you.

Thorin will sometimes get annoyed at all their teasing but deep down he appreciates the support from his company and the respect they give you.

He loves to show you the beautiful sights he encounters on the journey.

Despite his tough exterior, Thorin's actions always convey a sense of warmth and tenderness.

His gestures may be subtle, but they speak volumes about his affection for you.

Whether it's a reassuring touch or a lingering gaze, Thorin's actions make you feel truly cherished and loved.

Isn’t really a big PDA person but once you guys are alone he’s all over you.

But occasionally he will hold your hand or gently lift your chin with his fingers.

Sometimes if he’s feeling a little risky he’ll even kiss you on the cheek. “What was that for?” you’d ask, clearly surprised by his boldness."I couldn't help it," he'd reply with a soft smile, "You looked absolutely adorable." 

He loves being the big spoon and wrapping his arms around you so that you feel safe and secure.

He isn’t really one for words but he loves to gift you things like jewelry or even little flowers he finds while on the journey.

Also loves to braid your hair as braiding and hair in general is a big part of dwarven culture and it’s one way he shares his culture with you.

Wherever you are, Thorin’s gaze always seems to find you. Even when you're apart, you can feel his presence, his watchful gaze silently reassuring you that he's there, looking out for you.

He also gives you a promise ring and tells you his desire for you to rule beside him once he reclaims his home.

You practically almost make him fall over when you throw your arms around him and accept the ring. As you cling to him, Thorin can't help but chuckle softly, both amused and touched by your enthusiastic response.

Everytime he catches sight of the promise ring on your finger, he can’t help but smile and  feeling a rush of warmth and affection wash over him.

Once Erebor is reclaimed, you meet Thorin’s sister, Dis and immediately hit it off. She becomes one of your closest friends and offers you love and guidance as you start your new life in Erebor.

Thorin’s kisses are electrifying and always leave you breathless.

His kisses are rough and filled with an insatiable hunger that leaves you breathless.

Thorin's hands, usually steady and controlled, become rough and possessive as they roam over your body.

Despite the challenges you both face, your love for each other is strong. And you know that with Thorin beside you there’s nothing you can’t conquer.

[fanartka]

Imagine uncle Thorin with his little nephews

[antigonick]

You're free to have my all, do with me what you will. I'll come just as you call and swear to serve you well.

—Simon Armitage (trans.), Gawain and the Green Knight

[freyasigtryggrsdottir]

Imagine: You are a human warrior and Thorin wants you to stay

The wait is over, I'm here again as a writer, with better english. Thanks to @mrsdurin <3 Because a lot of time, I changed my nickname, the masterlist is old, so I will make a nw, fresh one too. (And maybe I will wrote a drabble from this) ______________ You: *sitting on a rock, after a tiring day, under the stars, with Bard, his family and the company, after retake Erebor, but everyone live* Bard: What will you do now? You killed a lot of our enemies. You: I don't know *sigh* Probably I will go to somewhere far away and help to others. Kili: But Uncle, don't want that *says with a wink* Fili: Brother, is not our business You: Your uncle, never said he wants me to remain here *you just watching the stars with sad face* Bard: *hugs you* You can live with us, if you want. Thorin: *sits beside you, after he hears the whole conversation not too far away* We need to talk *he points to the cave, which is your temporary home* You: *nod, and go to that place with Thorin behind you* Thorin: I want you to be here *he gently holds your hands* You helped a lot, Erebor is now your home too *smiles* You: I would like to, but I'm just a human *smile sadly* Thorin: You are great warrior, and maybe....one day...but of yourse if just you want, my Queen.

[toxicrayofsunshine]

Richard Armitage's voice sends me into a damn tailspin. I could listen to that man read a takeaway menu and still end up a pile of goo.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

GRAND! NOW I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT WEREWOLF!THORIN😤

RA Masterlist

Thorin is moody and bad-tempered, which doesn’t make him particularly popular with the villagers. Hence is why he’s the outsider.

Not that he minds. He keeps himself occupied with woodworking and carpeting, perfectly content to be left alone and only conduct business when necessary.

Tends to wear his hair in a messy though charming man bun.

Also, lots of flannel shirts.

You two get off on the wrong foot, meeting a few days after your arrival in the village.

''So, this is the city dweller.” Arms crossed, he appeared at your side when you went to check out the venue for your business. “Tell me, miss, what's a woman like you doing in Scotland?''

“I could ask the same of you,” you said, triggered by the condescending tone in his voice. “What’s a Mid-lander doing up north?”

“Answer the question.”

''I'm here to fix up this building.''

''Why?''

''My grandmother left it to me.''

''Doesn't mean you have to do anything with it. Might as well demolish it or sell it. Look at the place. It's in shambles.''

''But it's what my Nan left me.''

''Wow, what an inheritance.''

''Well, if you must know, I have some people willing to help fix this place. All of who told me they'd appreciate a bakery in town.''

''Any experience running a business?''

''N- No...'' you admitted, avoiding his icy blue eyes.

''Thought as much. You look more like an office worker than a baker.'' He snorted. ''Good luck. It's as dilapidated as the castle ruins.''

Nevertheless, he ended up helping with the renovation after seeing you struggle carrying furniture assembly kits, covered in paint.

Thorin didn’t know how to respond when you told him to take a break and have a cup of coffee.

Neither did he know why he followed your movements and felt awkward when your eyes met for a second. Feigning nonchalance, he averted his gaze to something in the distance, feeling rather hot under the collar.

He’s more wolf than man, so he’s not one for conversation and can be rather rough around the edges.

But he also leaves you flowers or berries he finds in the woods when he makes his usual rounds around his territory.

At first they showed up on your doorstep in a rattan basket without a trace of who sent them. However, when he walked by and saw the happiness on your face when you put the flowers in a vase, he added a note.

His handwriting isn’t the best, but that didn’t matter.

What did is that you finally knew his name.

Yes, only then did you learn it because he didn’t introduce himself while helping you set up the bakery and the villagers only refer to him as “sassenach” or worse.

Lycanthropy has already fully erased the memory of his cousins, who live nearby and keep an eye on him.

Appreciates how you make him breakfast ever since he first showed up on your doorstep after the full moon.

And how could you have turned him away when he's naked, panting, and looking awfully pale?

Thinks it’s adorable how you’re so concerned for him.

But you are because you believe he isn’t the monster the others make him out to be. Deep down, he’s a good man.

It takes some bloody work to help clear his atrocious reputation, though.

Let me clarify what makes it incredibly hard:

He frequently hunts in wolf form and returns all bloody dragging a carcass.

Fights tend to break out in the pub whenever he goes there for a bevvy.

He growls and snarls.

People have seen him skulking around the castle ruins naked early in the morning, sometimes covered in blood and grime.

Thorin gives you apologetic puppy eyes whenever you tell him to be a little nicer.

Recently, he went through a drastic change. It left you gobsmacked to the point you had to consciously make an effort to put down the hot tray with freshly baked bread and properly inspect the man standing at the counter.

“Who are you and what have you done to Thorin?”

“Very funny,” he grumbled, self-consciously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Seriously, though. What’s the reason for this?”

“You told me to be a little more human, so I cut my hair.”

“I meant in demeanour, not appearance! Also, why listen to what I say? I thought you were too bloody stubborn for that.”

“Be a bit clearer next time. Just because I don’t respond doesn’t mean I’m not listening.” He averted his gaze to the ground. “All that effort for nothing.”

“You look good, though.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.” You crossed your arms and smiled at him to ease his discomfort. “It’s weird to see you with short hair, but I’m sure we’ll both get used to it. Anyway, what do you want for breakfast?”

“The usual.”

“The rough night one?”

“Mhm.”

“Got it. By the way, thank you for the flowers.” You turned back to him for a moment and bounced on your heels. “I really like them.”

“My pleasure.”

He briefly watched you set off to make your famous deluxe breakfast club sandwich as he sat down on one of the stools and leaned on the counter.

There’s a lot he still doesn’t understand when it comes to you.

However, what he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want to forget you. Moreover, the Wolf and him both are strangely fond of you.

And you’re prettier than any flower in the world.

[lathalea]

💎 My Dear King,

I hope that you are willing to answer an ask on your relationship with your nephews.

First of all, I would like to complement you on doing such a great job helping raise them. But as we have heard many times your nephews Fili and Kili were quite the little troublemakers when they were young and I can imagine that it must have been hard for you to punish them because you clearly love them very much.

Just a little reminder in case you forgot ...

Source: deviantart - Little Angels by Wolfanita

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Anyways, I know that they are adults now, but I can imagine that when they are together, they still get into trouble 😁 Do you still feel the urge to strangle ground them sometimes ?

PS. I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to stay angry at them for a very long time. Your nephews are adorable 😊

I understand that you are a very busy king, but I hope that you will give us a little insight in your family life, because, like you, we all love your family very much.

Thank you My King

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Dearest Lady Enchantzz,

How nice it is to hear from you again, my lady!

I hope that you are well despite the harsh winter weather. My youngest nephew insisted on sending you a parcel containing a thick blanket made of the finest mountain goat wool, a bottle of mulled wine, and a kitten (yes, a KITTEN) to keep you warm. When Crooc, the raven who is currently waiting by my desk to head out with my letter to you, heard about my dear nephew’s proposal, commented on it with these words: “Do I look like a donkey to you, Prince Kili?” “A winged one, yes,” chuckled my sister-son.

“If I’m a winged donkey to you, you are a complete ass!” Crooc retorted. 

At that Fili laughed out loudly, saying, “You’re not wrong, Crooc.”

His brother retaliated by grabbing him and pressing against the wall.

“I am NOT an ass!” Kili shouted.

Fili did not respond with words – he simply pushed Kili away. Kili stumbled backwards and landed on the top of my desk, still holding on to Fili. They scuffled for a while, ignoring both my shouts polite requests to stop this nonsense and Crooc’s annoyed cawing. In the process, they destroyed a few of my newest quills, scattered my parchments and broke my ink bottle. Its contents spilled over the desk and a pile of important documents. When the puddle of ink reached the raven, painting its talons blue, he beat his wings and started circling my battling sister-sons (who at that time resembled a heap of arms and legs on the floor), croaking loudly.

I managed to separate these two somehow and remove them from my study in haste. Only then did I find a moment to clean my face and garments from the splattered ink, with moderate success. What was worse, I discovered that my letter was destroyed in the process. That is why the letter you are holding in your graceful hands is my second attempt at writing to you. This time I succeeded, but I will have to think of an adequate punishment for these two rascals.

You asked me whether I would like to strangle my sister-sons at times? No, not at all! That thought has never crossed my mind. Certainly not today — neither on the day they filled my boots with wine (the sour smell is still there, by the way), and nor on the day when they placed several cave rats in my mother’s wardrobe, claiming they needed a new home after one of the mine tunnels collapsed. You can rest assured that I do not wish to injure them in any way. With the exception of maiming them, perhaps.

Do not be alarmed, dear lady, it was merely a jest. They are my heirs, after all. Is it of any significance that now my valet, the laundry workers, and my tailor will have their hands full with attempting to remove the ink stains from my best royal garments or mend my tunic if it is not possible? What about my secretary, the royal scribes, and me devoting our time to recreating the contents of the destroyed documents? And I am certain that the Master Carpenter who made my desk will be thrilled when he sees the stains that will have to be somehow removed from the wood. No, no injuries whatsoever.

That is how my family life looks this winter. Every single Dwarf is cooped up under our Mountain and the constant snowstorms make it difficult to enjoy the beauty of the season in full. It is truly a quiet time of peace. With the exception of the rather loud sounds I hear daily from the corridor outside my door. They are echoing against the walls again as I write these words and sound suspiciously like my beloved sister’s voice. Dis calls for her sons and when I hear the anger in her exclamations, I recall that she inherited her temper from our mother. I am certain that my dear sister-sons are escaping as far from that voice as they can. I wonder what they did this time. Have they made another ice skating rink in the Entrance Hall? Or have they put red ants in the Woodland Realm’s ambassador’s coffers again? Whatever they did, I will be more than happy to witness the moment when Dis descends upon them. I assure you, my lady, her wrath is much more pernicious than my attempts at strangling them (which I firmly deny, of course).

I hope that in these dire circumstances you will forgive me for ending my letter here. Crooc demands another treat and I would rather not antagonise my winged messenger when he is to fly to you with this letter. May he find you in good spirits and health!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | The Hobbit - Thorin x Listener SFW Thorin Confesses His Feelings At Your Bedside

[M4A] [Injured listener] [Fix-it au - no major character death][Thorin thinks you're still unconscious] [Feelings confession] [First kiss]

Well so I was invited to hang out and watch the first Hobbit movie and it really doesn't take much for the hyperfixation to be rekindled. I love LOTR, whereas The Hobbit movies I criticize more and yet I do still get emotional and them and have a few comfort characters from them (Thorin, Thranduil and Bard). I mentioned to my partner that I now had the urge to record a Thorin audio and she got excited and suggested 'Thorin nursing us back to health' so this inspired by that idea. How would you guys feel about a Thranduil audio in the future? .

Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on sound gasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions, exclusive  spicy audios and Discord on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit my audios/videos]

[luna-redamancy]

Fires of the Heart Part Three - Thorin x F! Reader

A/N: I was working on part four and I was zooming around my Tumblr trying to find part three and this whole time I realized that this was sitting in my drafts and never posted, ohmygoodness you guys. I’m so sorry! I hope you all enjoy this, and I plan to get part four finished up later this week! 

One, Two, Three (You’re here!), Four

“The winter clouds are the only thing keeping her from the view of the council, the only way she is safe.” Balin thought out loud, eyes glancing toward Thorin before back to the fluffy thick clouds. Even he could feel the chill as he stood at the edge of Thorin’s bedding chamber, the stone floor ending right at the tip of his boot and the open abyss of the night sky would be frightening to anyone other than a god. 

There was another reason for the Council wishing for heat to be returned, their own chills in the deep night that yearned to be soothed and forgotten. Not even they were spared from the biting frost.

“Safe?” Thorin raised a brow, how could this be keeping you safe?

“Thorin, do you really think the Council would have let her live this long if they could find her?” Balin’s words struck a chord with Thorin, his face freezing as he realized how right Balin was. 

They would have never let her live in peace, humans were a liability in their line of work. If he truly did re-light the hearth and let the warmth of his efforts thaw the frosts below, then how long would you have? Hours? Days? Months? Or barely minutes?

And how long until he found your burial site? If they even had the respect to give you one and to not let you rot where they slayed you.

Shaking his head to dispel those thoughts, Thorin took a deep inhale through his nose. It was the only way.  “The quickest way to find her would be by lifting the storm and using–”

“And get her killed before we even arrive?” Balin scoffed, shaking his head, “Thorin, I don’t think you understand the constant surveillance that’s been placed on the storm.” 

Balin beckoned him over with a wave of the hand, gesturing down to the clouds where several guards stood in a circle- lying in wait. 

“The minute that those clouds go away, that the task force can enter the world undetected, their search would begin. We would be behind them, and inevitably they would find her before us,” Balin shook his head. “No, we need to find another way.”

“I’ve never realized…” Thorin felt disbelief course through his system as he crouched down, now sitting at the edge of his chambers, feet dangling into the atmosphere. 

“It’s all just a game to them,” Thorin frowned. “Our livelihoods, our duties to the humans, our... Emotions. It’s all just a sick game,”

“You weren’t the only one to have their fated one taken from them, Thorin,” Balin sighed, sitting beside the younger god as they stared at the task force.

“Is that why you wish to help me?” Thorin asked, side-eyeing the older god, eyeing the scarred mark on his arm. Balin never spoke of how his mark got so marred, how his flesh was damaged beyond its supernatural healing abilities, his soulmate mark nearly impossible to make out. But now, as the two sat, Thorin felt sorrow etch into his heart as he realized the reason was much darker than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Aye…You deserve a chance, lad. A chance I will help you fight for.” 

The two fell into silence as they pondered their plan, ways to distract the guards, and how to find you before the task force could.

“Curse this damn wretched storm,” Your teeth were chattering as you jolted out of bed, racing towards the window that blew open. The latch somehow came loose, the two doors of the large window now pushed open, the breeze pulling whatever warmth you had out of your bedroom. Pulling it shut, you grabbed your robe belt to tie the handles so it couldn’t open again even if the latch failed again. 

Sighing, you looked out on the streets as the snow got pushed around by the harsh winds, spiraling up before dispersing as another large gust swept it away. 

“The gods will forgive if we repent,” You muttered, recalling the clergymen from the Townsquare the other day. 

“Repent for what, existing?” You scoffed, feeling another shudder run through you as you slunk back to bed, desperate to try and get an ounce of warmth back on your skin. 

Burrowing under two blankets and three quilts, you mentally prayed for sleep to fall upon you again and take you to the fantastical dreams of being with your warm beloved in halls of stone.

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[fizzyxcustard]

Desperation.

Requested by anon and @skeleton-on-wheels0

Taken from: "Imagine that you find out Thorin is in love with you. But you accuse him of only wanting you because you’re the only woman in the Company and he’s desperate. You deeply offend him."

Again, I’m going to post this as a drabble as it’s fairly short, and I won’t tag anyone. 

“I am in love with you,” Thorin said softly as he stood next to you in Beorn’s barn. The midnight moon shone upon his face, highlighting his silver blue eyes, making them sparkle like aquamarine stones. 

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine at his revelation. Why on earth would Thorin ever feel something for you? Immediately your mind began rationalising his feelings, churning it all over in your mind. For a few seconds and you were silent. 

“And you do not feel the same?” Thorin asked sadly. “I knew it was best I keep my thoughts to myself.” 

“Thorin,” you whispered, placing your hand on his arm. “I…I know I’m the only woman in the Company and no doubt as a male, you’re going to have urges…”

“That is what you think?” he hissed. “You think this is all about me wanting to seduce you?” 

“Please, I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“Then how did you mean it? 

Something snapped within you, a sore pressure point that had been prodded many times over the years. A place where a deeply buried scar lay untouched, waiting for someone to inadvertently uncover it with their words. A flash of anger hit you full force in your head and chest. “You’re just desperate!” you shouted. 

With that, you turned around stormed away towards the back of the barn and slumped down on a bale of hay. Tears were falling down your cheeks now in quick procession which you rubbed away in frustration, only making your cheeks turn redder. 

Thorin sighed and grit his teeth, sensing that your words came from a place of pain. However, those words had also deeply pained him in return. Did you think so little of him? Trust so little? 

***

The next morning and the tension was still thick between you and Thorin. The whole of the Company, including Gandalf, all sat around a large table, drinking milk and eating honeycakes, specially made by the host himself.  However, Beorn announced gruffly that he had no more honeycakes for that morning’s meal, and you were the last person he was intending to serve. 

All the Dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf looked on, their mouths full of food. Except Thorin. He was sat opposite you and immediately reached across to you and handed his cake to you. “Please, eat,” he said, offering you the cake and a sad smile. 

“I can’t take your breakfast,” you replied. 

“You can and you will,” Thorin said again, placing the cake on your plate. 

“Maybe we could split it?” 

Thorin didn’t respond, but instead kept his gaze locked on you as you broke the cake in half and then gave a portion back to him. 

***

After breakfast, you and Bilbo began filling the saddlebags of the ponies which Beorn was lending you. He had since made more honeycakes, enough to see all of you with food for a good couple of weeks. 

“May we have a moment, Master Baggins?” Thorin asked, suddenly appearing before you both. His eyes then moved to you, telling Bilbo that he wished to talk to you. 

“Oh, yes, sorry,” Bilbo said, flashing a nervous smile. 

“I wish to talk to you about last night. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. That was never my intention to do so. But what I told you is the truth, and it has nothing at all to do with you being the only female in this Company. I am quite appalled that you think I would pursue you without any real feelings being involved.” 

Your gaze locked with his and you began to speak. “It was unfair of me to say what I did, and I’m sorry. Very few men have ever shown any interest in me in such a way, and then I become a member of your Company and find that you, the rightful king of your homeland, somehow has fallen in love with me. It reads like a pathetic joke. Maybe once we get to Erebor and you see more women again you may…”

“No,” Thorin insisted. “Why do you think so low of yourself? Who has broken you to the point that you cannot accept a declaration of love? I’d hoped you had begun to trust me by now. It is clear you don’t.” 

“I do trust you. Implicitly.”

“Obviously not. You cannot trust that my words are true, and that they come from my heart. I love you for everything that you are, for the woman you are. Not because of some lack of choice.” 

The sadness in his eyes was so clear to see and it made a lump rise in your throat. To keep doubting his love and pushing him away would be wrong of you. It was obvious that Thorin was speaking truth. 

[richardarmitagefanpage]

Imagined Things Bookshop and Broadhursts Bookshop have announced that Richard offered to do specific dedications for any customers who might want to pre order his book, Geneva.

Place your order at Imagined Things Bookshop or Broadhursts Bookshop by September 1.

[fanartka]

[linasofia]

Imagine spending Christmas with Dr White 👀

Does your muse like to share any of the Christmas activities? 👀

Thank you so much @enchantzz for this ask and the very inspiring picture. I put something together and I hope you’ll like it. Merry Christmas! ❤️

• Dr. Scott White is on duty on Christmas Eve and has to stay longer than expected due to a patient’s disturbing test result during sleep monitoring.

• When he can finally leave the clinic, he’s both tired and concerned. His young patient shows very unusual sleeping patterns.

• He arrives at your apartment after midnight and uses his own key to unlock the door.

• Your lack of response to his texts makes him certain that you have already gone to bed.

• He finds you sleeping on the couch, tucked in under your favorite blanket; the ridiculously expensive, but insanely soft one you bought as a treat for yourself when you got a promotion.

• The Netflix menu stares silently at him when he reaches for the remote.

• In the corner stands a recently decorated tree and the many lights spread a warm atmosphere. White and silver baubles hang from its branches and the room smells faintly of forest.

• He can see traces of gift wrapping on the table. The roll of green paper with golden stars rests on the floor while scissors and a wax kit lie abandoned together on your side table.

• Scott smiles, knowing how much you enjoy making pretty gifts with old-fashioned seals. He, on the other hand, is happy if he can fold the edges so it doesn’t look like a five-year-old wrapped the gift.

• Without a word he bends down to place a tender kiss on your cheek. Your eyelids flutter, and when he whispers your name, you smile in your sleep.

• He scoops you up from your couch and carries you to the bedroom. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

• While in bed you both undress and after a short detour in the bathroom, he pulls the large duvet over both of your tired bodies. You fall back to sleep in his arms.

• On Christmas Day, Scott wakes before you and decides to bring breakfast back to bed. He wants to spoil you since he ruined your plans for Christmas Eve by working.

• You wake to the smell of coffee and toast. Scott even bothered to make fresh orange juice, and as you carefully eat in bed, he apologizes once more for being so late.

• You smile and assure him that it’s fine. You know that if you want a future with this man, you have to accept his work and how it sometimes affects his personal life.

• After breakfast, you decide to take a walk down to the park. It snowed just a few nights ago, but it has been cold for weeks, and the large pond in the park is popular among skaters. Volunteers clear part of the frozen pond from snow by hand every year, a true sign of devotion.

• The Christmas stall by the pond is open, and Scott buys warm chestnuts and hot cocoa.

• When you return home, he fills your large tub with perfectly tempered water and bubbles.

• You both fit in the tub, and you sit in front of Scott, resting your back against his chest.

• Soft Christmas music seeps from the speaker in the living room. The playlist you prepared in November is finally being used.

• Scott washes your upper body, but soon you long for another type of touch.

• He cups your breasts, and you feel how his caress changes. You welcome his hands everywhere he can reach, and when your needs grow stronger, you get up and lead him to your bed.

• When you’re both satisfied, he holds you close and whispers warm words of love in your ear.

• You promised to make an appearance at your parents’ dinner and to bring Scott. It’s your first Christmas together, and even if he has met your parents before, it still feels special.

• Together you eat a quick lunch, just enough to survive until dinner.

• You let Scott drive, since he needs his car in case of an emergency at the clinic. The snowy landscape frames the holiday picture perfectly.

• Your mother’s Christmas dinner is always way too ambitious. When you look around the large table, you feel blessed to have all these amazing people in your life.

• Scott squeezes your hand under the table, as a reminder of his strong feelings for you. He loves being a part of your big family since his own is far away. Maybe next year you can both go there.

• Later you sit by the fire, exchanging gifts and cuddling on your parent’s couch.

• The beautiful bracelet you admired at the jeweler rests on your wrist. Scott is far too generous sometimes, but you admit it fits perfectly to your dress.

• Eggnog is served in high glasses, homemade sweets occupy a large part of the table, and Scott has his arm around you.

• You rest your head against his shoulder and meet your mother’s gaze on the other side of the room. She smiles back at you.

• In Scott's arms, you always feel safe. There is no other place in the world you would rather be.

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Imagine if Guy had time-travelled to our time, and you took him to a Ren Faire.

Am I the only one who thinks it would be a blast?

[astrovian]

I am, once again, now entering my bi-annual plea to both Richard Armitage and Supermassive Games to make a collaboration happen on a new Until Dawn/The Quarry-esque game