#are there any fics with a skin changer reader?

[maedhrosiseverything2me]

Skin changer reader

Maedhros:*woke up feeling a heavy weight on his chest*.

scr:*looking down at him while purring*.

Maedhros:*blinks*.

scr: whatcha dreaming about?.

aghh now I want a fic with a skin changer reader as Maedhros lover/spouse.

[petcr3]

dreams | rhett abbott x reader

summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know

a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out

You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.

“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.

“Wabang?”

“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.” 

“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”

“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.

“Mean.” 

You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.

“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.

“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer

“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.

“Thought you did that anyway.”

“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”

You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.

“Go on.”

“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”

“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..

“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”

“What about a dog?”

“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.

“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”

You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.

“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.

“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.

“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.

“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”

“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”

“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”

“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.

“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair. 

“Where’d I lose you?”

“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.

“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.

“The what?”

“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.

“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”

“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment. 

“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.

“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.

“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”

“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.

Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.

[tadokorochann]

Okay but for some reason Shiggy always playing video games also equals him being chronically online and as an incredibly touch starved early twenties male individual I equate that to him consistently browsing pron sites

so like now I'm thinking about what his browser history was before meeting reader and then after

with all his posturing in the previous ask I'm imagining his desire to want to have all the control and thus taking it by force-basically what AFO has been grooming him to do with his powers and manipulating him into his perfect lil revenge puppet --so honestly it's probably involves lots of violence, humilation, debasement of one's partner?

then presented with reader and that all getting almost instantly nullified cause SURPRISE Shiggy isn't actually like that at his core- he's really just not had any good role models. Like yeah enacting violence on someone who did him wrong may still sound appealing but you're basically a stranger and oh shit you're gently touching his arm and his tummy feels a little queasy but in a good way???

And you're apparently the first person in his life with a gotdamn brain cause you recommend he wear special gloves for his quirk so all his fingers are never touching something all at once and that's a game changer cause now he doesn't have to be so cautious about being close to people--even tho he still is--but he "claimed" you and you're running with it so you're not skimping on the cuddling obligations of a kept woman! (plus Kai was also probably with holding of touch due to his germphobia so you're craving touch like hell too)

okay this got outta hand! I meant this to be an ask about you and tomura watching porn together/him starting to share gentle femdom videos with you and shyly asking if you can try them 😅😂😂😂

Yesyesyes to all of this! Personally for this au (or storyline I guess since it’s canonverse?) I envision the reader to have a powerful nullification/cancellation quirk of some kind, purely to make both Shiggy and Kai more obsessed with her 🥰

For Kai I envisioned a kind of, not worship for reader, but… reverence? Or admiration of some kind, viewing the nullification as her body’s own efforts to resist the quirk virus. Despite it in and of itself being a quirk. The same type of cognitive dissonance he has when it comes to regarding himself as clean and undiseased despite having overhaul lol. In any case it was a reason to keep her suffocatingly close, make sure nothing else could touch her, soil her, make her dirty. I know the “I’m the only one Overhaul can touch without getting hives” bnha fic trope can be overused but I 100% do not care because that’s exactly how I saw this situation with reader. But, like you said, he’s a germaphobe. So even with skin to skin contact not being a primary issue I definitely think touch was still a point of conflict. And sex was… a very specific, step by step process that HE decided every little detail about. As was this entire relationship. He controlled her clothes, diet, physical activity, hobbies, any possessions she had. There was no choice which soured things even when Kai happened to pick something she enjoyed.

For Tomura readers quirk cancellation is simply a means for him to be able to touch someone with five fingers down. Hug her. Hold her hand without fear she’ll crumble. And it’s so huge for him 🥺🥺🥺 I’m getting off track as well lmao

Definitely love the idea of both Reader and Shiggy beginning to share/watch porn together and that Tomura’s browser history and stuff changes. Bc one of the things that had me chewing on this idea the most was him having someone to be soft with, and to be able to make self discoveries with.

100% feel like Kai did not allow reader the consumption of porn either for reasons of keeping her “clean” mentally or bc of being possessive, possibly both. And domming him was a definite no, at least in this particular blurb.

Reader explores freedom of choice in regards to sex, porn, affection, food, spending time with actual people (no real companions were allowed at the Hassaikai because Kai was adamant he was ✨all she needed✨) and just generally being happy w him. And Tomura gets to begin to unpack the ideals AFO saddled him with. Meanwhile Kai gets to be armless and having a constant breakdown in Tartarus 🥰

(edit: the idea/blurb referenced is here for those who haven’t seen it)

[queenofsarcazm]

Smaug’s Daughter

Thranduil X OC/READER

Spicy, fix-it, dragon-shifter fanfic!

A daydream turns into reality for reader who finds herself mated to Thranduil in Middle Earth. Fic follows reader through the events that transpire in the Hobbit while she struggles to manage a relationship to a stubborn king while trying to save those who shouldn't have died in the hobbit! Plenty of NSFW and happy endings always!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36555799/chapters/91167853

Chapter 1:

I was trying to fall asleep and I’d tried all of the tricks without success. I’d opened the window so the room was cold even though I’d probably wake up with a cold. I’d tried breathing exercises: Breathing in for 5 seconds, then holding it for 5 and then breathing out for 5. I’d even counted backwards from 200 in spanish. And I was no closer to falling asleep than my dog, who was sleeping in my bed with me of course, was close to sitting up and talking to me. 

Aaaa. I really ought to fall asleep soon so I would be able to get up early tomorrow and get started on my essay. It was due at midnight.

Well, there was that last thing I could do, although I shouldn’t… Considering I had recently been diagnosed with not only ADHD, but also maladaptive daydreaming disorder, my therapist had advised me to ease down on the daydreaming before sleep. But my phone revealed the time was nearing 2AM and I was getting desperate. Besides, my therapist had said to ease down, not immediately stop? Right? Right.

Okay: Snuggling into my multiple duvets I closed my eyes again to plan the daydream that I could fall asleep to. Since I had watched the first and second Hobbit movies before going to bed, that was where my mind went. More specifically, towards Thranduil. I had been obsessed with him for years now. I’d probably scrounged through all the fanfictions on AO3 involving him. But no fic ever managed to scratch that specific itch of what I needed from him. Not that the fics were poorly written, not at all - most authors on AO3 wrote better than published books I’d read, but what I wanted always felt like the missing piece in a puzzle, many other pieces were good, great even and I tried them all but I could never quite find the one who fit. And you know what they say: If you can’t find it, write it. Well, I couldn’t pull up my computer now, then I’d never fall asleep. Second best to writing was just imagining it in your head.

So to that, I couldn’t just barge into the Woodland Realm, couldn’t just go knocking on the door expecting to bang Thranduil without further ado. No, that wouldn’t be realistic. I had to have a reason. I had to create a persona. A backstory for myself in Middle-Earth. I had to be someone that he would fuck.

So who would I be? Elf had always been the obvious choice, but for this particular daydream I found it too mundane. I wanted to be something else. Someone more interesting.

I had recently gotten into reading a particularly smutty series about dragons-shifting-men. Dragons who had one true mate. Hmmm. Of course, Thranduil couldn’t be the dragon. I had to be the dragon. Me being a dragon would make for extremely intriguing drama considering Thranduil hated them so.

But I couldn’t just be any dragon, it had to make sense for the story. My mind immediately jumped to Smaug, but he wouldn’t exactly make the best fatherly figure. Hmm. Maybe he went mad when my mother died dramatically because they were mates? Speaking of which: maybe my mother was elven? Yes. I could be half dragon and half elven. Perfect. I could be raised by Beorn since he also was a skin-changer and that is also where I would meet Thorin & company. The fact that I was Smaug’s daughter would be problematic, but I’d get to that later. Obviously I’d go with Thorin & company into the forest. We would be taken by the elves and then I would get to meet Thranduil who would be my mate and so the moment he laid eyes on me he would be affected because I would go into heat. My pheromones would drive him crazy until he had to have me. And considering I was half dragon he would probably hate-fuck me into oblivion because he hates dragons. Yes. It was all coming together now… Through my intensive daydreaming planning I found myself increasingly more sleepy and horny by the second.

ZZZzzzZZZZZzz….zzzZZZZZzzz

I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke myself up the next morning by a loud snore - one that probably came from me - I huffed at no one in particular and snuggled deeper into my bed. Somehow, it didn’t feel as soft as the day before, but I was too drowsy to notice much.

There was a big bang, ripping me out of my slumber, making me fall out of my bed in shock. My butt hit the stone cold floor. Someone was trying to break in! Jumping to my feet I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I did not recognize anything. This was not my bedroom. Where the hell was I? The banging on the door continued. It sounded as if no small army was trying to break into the house I was currently in. My heart beat frantically as I tried to prepare for… I don’t even know what. Looking around the house gave little clue to where the fuck I was at. The house looked as if built for a giant. A giant in the 1500s or something: There was no electric light anywhere, no fridge, no radio, no nothing that came from the 21st century that I lived in. There were two cows with horns and a horse just chilling in the living room, but they didn’t seem to care much about the intruders. Was I in a barn? But then why was there a bed here and why had I been sleeping in it? I only managed to grab a broom before a set of tall doors opened, letting in a myriad of short people with long hair. They were all screaming and yelling as if the devil himself was chasing them.

I quickly understood why they were acting in such a way when a giant bear-wolf-like creature stuck its head through the doors and roared. I retreated until my back hit the wall, clutching the broom as if my life depended on it. There should be laws against this happening to someone who’d just woken up. It wasn’t until they managed to close the doors that I realized the short people were accompanied by a tall one. One that I would recognize anywhere. It was Gandalf. What the fuck?

They all drew a breath of relief when the doors were sufficiently closed and I hid demonstratively behind a bookshelf.

“What was that?” One of the little people yelled out. Dwarves I realized, not just any little people. And not just any Dwarves. Thorin Oakenshield’s dwarves. I was in the plot of the Hobbit.  I was dreaming. I must be. Lucid dreaming! How exciting!

“That is our host-” Gandalf declared. His gruffy voice was just like in the movies. The dwarves looked stunned. Beorn, I remembered. So if this dream was going according to how I’d planned, then I was his adoptive daughter. I was half dragon, half elf. I lifted my hand to my ear. Pointy. Nice. Shit, I hoped my alarm wouldn’t ring until I’d get to meet Thranduil. “His name is Beorn.” Gandalf continued before pausing dramatically. “He is a skin-changer.” Skin-changer. Just like me. I wondered how I would change into a dragon. I looked down at my hands. They looked the same. My nails were a bit dirtier than I would like and I had some cuts and bruises, but both my hands had the right amount of fingers. I was wearing practical clothes, reminiscent of what Aragorn wore and my hair was flowing down my shoulders, big red and messy. Wait, red? I wasn’t exactly a redhead back in real life, and I couldn’t remember scripting it either… Alas, I had bigger worries.

“Sometimes, he is a huge black bear. Sometimes, he is a great, strong man.” Gandalf explained as he walked further into the house. When should I make my presence known? Some of the dwarves walked into the kitchen area, but Gandalf was approaching my hiding spot past the cows. “The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves.”

Outside the house, Beorn growled menacingly. “He’s leaving.” One of the dwarves with orange hair and beard said. Ori, if I were to guess. “Come away from there.” A dwarf with nicely braided gray hair hissed, pulling Ori away from the door. Probably Dori, one of his brothers. “It’s not natural. None of it! It’s obvious. He’s under some dark spell!’” He added. I swallowed. How the hell would I convince Thorin & Company to bring me along if they thought skin-changing was messed up? Not to mention that I didn’t know anything about fighting. I didn’t even know how to change.

“Don’t be a fool.” Gandalf scoffed. “He’s under no enchantment but his own.” I took a deep breath. Okay, maybe I could talk sense with Gandalf. The tall wizard took off his pointy hat. “All right, now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” He said, then he sighed. “I hope.” Only I could hear the last part. But they still hadn’t found me.

Knowing Beorn was staying guard out there so that the Orcs wouldn’t kill the dwarves in the middle of the night was at least a little comforting. I had no wish to meet Azog and his fugly offspring whose name I couldn’t remember.

The dwarves did what they do best. Eat and sleep. I stayed put, still debating how to handle the situation. Many hours of snoring passed, the sun was about to come up, and still I couldn’t make my mind up. But I should act soon, lest my phone wake me from my favorite universe. I’d already wasted enough time. As I took a careful step from behind the shelf I caught a glimpse of Bilbo who sat up and casually pulled out a ring, the ring. He beheld it as if it wasn’t the one fucking ring. I nearly gasped, but put a hand over my mouth just in time. I could hear it calling for me. Could feel the pull of it. Shit, that meant it would be able to brainwash me, right? Gods, I wanted no part in that. I turned so that I could sneak out through the window in order to put distance between the ring and myself. On the way there I promptly stumbled over one of the dwarves who lay sleeping. Bilbo hurriedly put the ring away as I tried to stay on my feet by grabbing anything and everything within reach. This of course only created a ruckus as I and all the things I’d tried to grab crashed to the floor onto the dwarf who was sleeping there. I’d only made contact with the dwarf’s body before he awoke with a start and turned us around quickly as lightning, putting an ax to my throat as if he’d been sleeping with it under his pillow. All the dwarves were waking up now, shouting and yelling, ready for a fight.

I couldn’t blame them. It would be impressive to not wake up due to all the commotion I’d stupidly created. I laid there, breathless as I stared into the shiny gray eyes of the one and only Thorin Oakenshield, while he had the ax to my throat, basically straddling me. And at the same time that I was silently freaking out about him, He was looking at me as if he’d seen a unicorn.

“An intruder!” A dwarf exclaimed before another shouted: “Who is it?” I couldn’t take my eyes away from Thorin, couldn’t even blink. He, in turn, didn’t take his eyes off of me either. Was it wrong of me to find the situation slightly arousing? The look Thorin was sending me was making heat pool in my lower stomach and I quite liked the whole ax to my throat thing. It was hot. I probably couldn’t throw him off if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to. Though I was taller, he was heavier. But not uncomfortably heavy. Just the right amount of heavy.

“An elf.” Thorin said. His baritone voice reverberated delightfully through my body. There was outrage among the dwarves, but they didn’t sound as if they wanted to kill me. Maybe they just thought I was a spy of some sort? The doors opened once again then and the tallest man I had ever seen walked in, breathing heavily. Beorn presumably. In real life he was played by an incredibly hot actor. But in Middle Earth he looked more like a caveman. The dwarves scattered, understandably.

“Get off my daughter.” Beorn said. His voice was calm, but his whole aura gave off a no-nonsense type of vibe. There were several gasps among the dwarves. Thorin looked puzzled, but moved the ax away from my neck and got to his feet. He stretched out a hand towards me and I took it. He basically pulled my whole body off of the ground as if I weighed nothing. When I came to stand it was as if his body shrinked. No, it was just me who was taller. In real life I stood about 5’6 feet off the ground, but I had to be taller in this dream as his head was about the same height as my boobs. Realizing I was still holding onto his hand, I felt my cheeks grow warm and quickly let go. “Sorry.”

“It is I who should apologize.” Thorin said. He wasn’t as out of it as I, but he was definitely affected by me in some way.

“That’s alright.” I gave him a small smile before I turned to Beorn. “Breakfast? I bet everyone is super hungry and has lots to tell us.” I hoped it didn’t sound as conspicuous to their ears as it did to mine. I knew exactly what the dwarves were here for after all. Had seen it a million times.

“Very well.” Beorn replied. Confidently, as if I knew exactly where everything was in this house, I walked over to the dining area and started making the table as if this was all natural and I had lived here for 24 years. Beorn went to milk the cows and the dwarves started helping me plate, while the others packed up their stuff. When all the food was on the table and Beorn was done milking, everyone sat down. I found myself seated between Fili and Kili who looked at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. It was endearing. They were also extremely handsome up close. My fingers itched to touch their hair for some reason. Obviously I knew that would be considered strange and rude and held my hands to myself.

“So you are the one they call Oakenshield.” Beorn started, pouring milk from a giant container, that was probably half the size of Thorin, into huge wooden cups. I had found a couple cups, plates and cutlery that were smaller - indicating that someone smaller lived here: Me. “Tell me,” Beorn's eyes found me before he turned back to Thorin who was sitting with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Why is Azog the Definer hunting you?”

“You know of Azog?” Thorin was visibly shook, as I would say. Everyone was eating quietly, watching the conversation between my adoptive father and their king. But many looks were thrown my way, as if they could not avoid looking at me. I really ought to find a mirror to assess what I looked like. I hoped I wasn’t as hairy as Beorn. That would be difficult for Thranduil to swallow, I imagined.

“My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family.” Again, most of the dwarves looked at me. I lifted my cup of milk, though I did not much like milk, just to have something to do with my hands. “But some he enslaved.” Beorn added. Poor Beorn. I, and everyone else, noticed the cuff still on his hands. Gods, had we never attempted to take it off? What an awful reminder it must be. “Not for work, you understand, but for sport.” The mouthful of milk I’d just drunk tasted sour in my mouth at what he said. What an awful motherfucker Azog was. I couldn’t wait for him to die. “Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.” I visibly vinced. Was that how he and I had met? I hoped not.

“There are others like you?” Someone asked.

“Once there were many.” Beorn said. I could sense how sad that sentence made him.

“And now?” It was Bilbo who asked.

Beorn looked at me. I swallowed and managed the tiniest shake of my head. I didn’t want him to just blurt it out like this. There had to be a better way to explain it. I would never get to Mirkwood if they knew I was a dragon. And not just any dragon. The daughter of Smaug. That would not bode well.

Thankfully, Beorn was a good actor. “Now there is only one.” He replied sadly. I hoped no one had seen our little interaction. If they had, they didn’t mention it.

“You need to reach the mountain before the last day of autumn.” Beorn went on.

“Before Durin’s Day falls, yes.” Gandalf agreed. I couldn’t remember him saying that, but I knew what it meant. “You are running out of time.” I said, my voice steady.

“Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.” Gandalf said.

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Foul things creep beneath those trees.” Beorn replied. Shit, did that mean he would not let me go? “There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need.” My adoptive father added. I held my tongue. How would I convince them to let me join them? Any of them?

The dwarves bore crestfallen expressions on their bearded faces. “We will take the elven road. That path is still safe.” Gandalf seemed the only one with hope intact.

“Safe?” Beorn scoffed. “The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise. And more dangerous.” He gave me a pointed look. I hadn’t fully planned out what kind of elf my mother was. But I’m guessing she was not from Mirkwood then. Or maybe she was? I ought to have a good long conversation with Beorn before leaving so I could get my story straight.

“But it matters not...” Beorn continued, moving his scrutinizing gaze from me to Thorin who’d gotten up from his seat. “These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive.” Beorn got up from his seat. He hadn’t blinked in ages. I wondered what I was supposed to call him. Not by his first name surely? Surely I called him dad? If this was my dream that I controlled I would call him dad. He’d raised me. It was what he was.

“I don’t like Dwarves.” Beorn said, getting up from his seat. Rising to his probably like 9 feet. I gasped. Not at his height but at what he was saying. “They’re greedy. And blind. Blind to the lives of those that they deem lesser than their own.” That was. That was really rude!

“Dad. You can’t just-” I interjected. Beorn was nearing Thorin, but stopped to pick up a mouse from the table as if to underline his point. He sighed and turned to me. “But Orcs I hate more.”

“What do you need?” He asked Thorin then and I visibly relaxed even though I knew he would help them.

While the dwarves started cleaning up after the meal I followed Beorn, my dad, out to ready the horses.

“You wish to join them.” He stated when we had made it to the stables, out of hearing reach. Could he read my mind? I opened my mouth to protest, but he was right. I did want to join them. I closed my mouth and nodded instead.

“What do you think they will say if they find out you are not only a Dragon, but Smaug’s daughter?” He asked. His voice was calm, but I could see the tension in his hands as he was sadling the ponies.

“I am your daughter.” I said.

A brief smile danced upon his lips. “That you are.” He put the saddle on another pony before he turned towards me again, lifting a hand to gently caress my cheek. “Arien, my beautiful daughter. Have you thought this through?” He asked. My heart skipped a beat. In real life I wasn’t particularly close with either of my parents, and the way Beorn was looking at me was making me want to cry and be held by him. If I did that, however, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever stop crying. I realized he’d called me Arien. In my planning, I hadn’t gotten as far as to pick a name, but Arien was a nice name. I hadn’t heard of it before, but it sounded elven. I generally had a pretty awful memory though, so she could be an important figure. How I was remembering the plot of the Hobbit so vividly detailed was baffling.

I swallowed and then cleared my voice so that it would not falter. “I wish to help.” I said, realizing just how true that was. It was more than just wanting to fuck Thranduil already. How could it not be? In this dream I might have the chance to prevent some deaths, hopefully many. I could do some good. For some reason I also had a feeling that if I showed up in my Dragon form, then Smaug would leave. I did not think he would harm his daughter. If I was able to stay asleep for that long. But time surely had to pass differently here than in real life. I’d had many dreams that had lasted for what seemed like long periods of time, but none of those had been like this; lucid.

Beorn nodded. He looked so forlorn that I couldn’t help but give him a hug. He was much taller than me, so when I put my arms around him he lifted me many feet up off the ground and hugged me tightly back. “I’ll be fine, dad. I’m a dragon! They couldn’t hurt me if they wanted to.” I told him assuringly as he put me back down.

“They might want to hurt you when they find out.”

[writingfromkitchenator]

Snowy Warm Confessions

Christmas Fic

Masterlist

Beorn x Neutral Reader

Requested by Anon

Words: 1,900

Warnings: Trapped by a blizzard, admitted feelings, fluff.

This time of year was always treacherous when it came to leaving the house, but sometimes, it was something that had to be done.  You hadn’t meant to be gone for so long, but the snow had started falling far earlier than you had anticipated, and now you could feel the bite of the cold starting to get through your warm clothes.

The crunch of snow under your boots was a solemn reminder of just how risky this time of year was, no matter what celebrations were held, and while you were rugged up to the hilt, mostly thanks to Beorn’s insistence, it would mean little if you got stuck out here when night fell.  Your heart sank a little at the thought of Beorn, knowing that he hadn’t wanted you to go, and that he’d no doubt be worried you weren’t back yet, but it was going to be of little help to you now.

Beorn had tried to convince you not to go, that the two of you would manage with what you had, but a low amount of healing herbs was always a worry to you, and while he seemed to heal well enough most of the time, you never really wanted to take the full risk.  One day, something might happen, and then it would hurt you more than you’d ever admit, to not be able to help the skin changer.

Normally, you lived the valley over, and Beorn had quite startled you one year by just turning up on your doorstep and asking all sorts of questions.  Once he realised that you were safe, and more than willing to help, he eased off a bit, and the two of you formed a friendship that had last you both many years. You couldn’t even remember when the suggestion as made about spending winters together, but you hadn’t once complained since.  The company alone was good for both of you.

Even though that company was often paired with unsaid feelings.

Your friendship had slowly developed beyond that, but neither of you had dared to try and voice that yet.

This was all irrelevant to your current situation of course.  You still had several hours walking to go before you got back to his home, and the wind was starting to grow stronger, which meant that a blizzard may soon be on the way.

Your breath puffed out in front of you, and you pulled your coat tighter around you.  You just had to keep going and not stop till you got home.

The crunch of your shoes was soon drowned out by the sound of the wind.  You cursed under your breath and knew that you were too quickly running out of time. You were going to need to find shelter.

Several markings you could see told you that you were close to a cave, and you hoped that it would be more than enough to outlast the blizzard. You weren’t sure if any of the wood around would be good enough for burning, but at least cave walls would be some sort of protection.

As you reached the cave, the blizzard began to gain in intensity, the snow stinging your eyes, and the scream left you quickly as a hand gripped your arm.

“Easy Y/N,” Beorn’s voice quietly grumbled, his grip loosening on your arm.  “I have been looking for you everywhere.”

You quickly clutched at your chest, your heart pounding. “Dammit Beorn, don’t do that.  I’m sorry, it took me longer than I thought it would to find them, and then this blizzard started far quicker than I expected.”

He gave a small nod and lead the way into the cave, out of the snow.  “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.  I have just been worried.  We will have to wait out the storm here I fear.”

Nodding, you wrap your arms around yourself in attempt to fight off the cold that had settled over you.  The blizzard could last for hours, or all night, but you hoped, especially now that Beorn was here, that it wouldn’t feel like that long.

Beorn lead the way deeper into the cave, away from the starting howl of the blizzard, and once he felt you were deep enough, he pulled a small bundle of wood out of his coat, ones which you recognised from the cut pile at home.

He bent down and started to build a small fire.  “You should’ve let me come with you today, we could’ve found what you needed in half the time.”

You let out a slow breath, trying to show that you weren’t feeling the cold.  “You had your own things to do, Beorn, I could hardly take you away from that when the worst months are coming all too soon.”

Beorn hummed as he worked, and soon a small fire burned away and he stepped back.  “Get close to it and warm yourself up.  You’ve been out in the cold for far too long.”

Watching him, you felt a little guilty.  “What about you?”

His eyes glinted in the firelight, but the faintest of smiles tugged at his lips.  “I do not feel the cold like you do.”

His bear form, of course, protected him.  You still remembered the shock you went through when you first found out about his other side, but it had quickly become something normal.  As far as you knew, you were the only person  he had ever shown his bear form too and felt comfortable around in.

You sighed quietly and sat in front of the fire.  The heat provided was little, but it was enough that the bite started to leave your skin.

Beorn sat down on the opposite side.  “Better?”

You nodded, but kept your gaze on the fire, not wanting to give anything away.  Winter was going to be long enough as it was without that hanging over your heads.

“Did you get what you needed?” Beorn grumbled quietly as the silence stretched on.

“Yes,” You said softly, inching as close as you could to the tiny flames.  “We’ll be more than set should anything happen over winter. I can’t believe that it took me so long to check it.”

“It happens,” he reassured.  “But you are safe now, that’s what matters.”

What did he mean by safe? You wondered to yourself.  A blizzard might have been starting, but the shelter of the cave was alright.  You certainly would’ve been half frozen, but it wasn’t like you’d never gone through that before.  It was the nature of the world.

Beorn shifted across from you and you watched as he shrugged his own coat off and held it out to you.  “Here.”

You blinked.  “Beorn...”

“You are freezing,” he said, shaking it a little.  “Take it.”

“No,” You shook your head.  “You need it far more than me.  I’m close to the fire, I’ll be fine.”

He held your gaze and you just knew that he was taking in the situation.  For someone that was so quiet, he was awfully good at taking everything in and making the correct judgement.  The only reason you held his gaze, was because you didn’t want him to think that you were hiding anything.

A noise left him and before you could say anything, he was standing up and moving over to you.

“What are you doing?”  You asked, even as he sat next to you.  “Beorn, you don’t have to-”

His coat wrapped around the two of you and you sat shoulder to shoulder, and while you couldn’t complain about the sudden warmth surrounding you, you still didn’t know how to feel about the gesture.

“Does this suit you better?”  He asked quietly.  “We can both be warm this way.”

You tried not to show how awkward you felt, but you knew that it would only work for so long.  “You didn’t have to, you know?”

“I do not wish to see you sick,” Beorn said, ensuring that the coat was well and truly around you.  “And no matter what you say, I’m not as good as tending to you when you are.”

“Beorn,” You gave a small laugh.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  If it wasn’t for you several winters ago, I would be long dead.”

He went quiet for a moment, as if the memory pained him, and you couldn’t help but watch him in the dim light.  So often you had wondered exactly what went on his mind, he was so quiet and reserved at times that it was hard to get anything out of him, but now, sitting this close, in a situation like this, you wanted to know more than ever.

Gently, you rested your hand over his, earning his gaze. “You can talk to me, you know?  I am here for whatever you need me for, whenever you need it.  I like to think that after all this time we are at least friends?”

That normally hard exterior, one that was so hard to read, softened a little, and his other hand rested over yours.  “We are, and I am sorry if my pensive thoughts trouble you. You mean everything to me, Y/N, and I do not know what I would do without you.  That…was a hard time for me, and it has left me worrying about many things since.”

His words sunk in slowly, and you smiled, brushing your fingers over his cheek.  “You mean a lot to me too, you old bear.  There’s still no need to worry about me like that though.  It was one mistake, years ago, but everything has been alright since.”

A low grumble rumbled through him.  “And getting caught in this blizzard today?”

Your smile widened.  “Well, I can say it was all part of my plan to get you here.”

Beorn chuckled softly, and before anything else could be said, he dipped his head, pressing his lips to yours.

“Do you mind being warm now?”  He asked quietly as he broke away, holding your gaze.

“I never mind when it’s you,” You giggled, pressing another kiss to his lips, making him hum.  “But next time, when you suspect how I feel, talk to me much, much sooner.”

He laughed and nuzzled his nose against yours.  “In truth, I was not sure until recently.”

Sighing, you snuggled into his side, glad when his chin rested atop your head.  “Still, just talk to me.  I’d rather talk about it than have us silently sit there and try and work the other out.”

Beorn hummed.  “And you did not do the same?”

You bit your lip, and Beorn gave your side a squeeze.  Too slow to move, giggles broke out of you as he dug his fingers in, tickling your side, and it was only because you almost kicked the small fire, that he stopped quickly.

“Point taken,” You continued to giggle, settling back into him, it far too cold to think about moving.  “Guess we still have more to learn, even after all this time.”

Beorn nodded and then scooped you into his arms, holding you close.  “We do, now sit still and let’s keep warm together.”

He didn’t need to worry about that, and as you both settled, gazes on the fire, you knew that everything was going to be less treacherous now.  You had each other, and that was all that mattered.

[porcupine-girl]

Reasons to get an AO3 account as a reader

Every time I see someone who reads lots of fic on AO3 but doesn’t have an account, I have to wonder if they realize how many features AO3 has just for readers. This is not an exhaustive list, but here are a few (and I’ve saved the best for last!):

Bookmarks - You probably know these exist because you’ve seen them on fic you read. But did you know that you can:

Make private bookmarks that only you can see - they don’t show up when someone clicks that “bookmarks” link. Not even the author can see them. 


Organize your bookmarks with tags.

Filter them like you would a search.

Add your own comments/descriptions, either for your own benefit or the benefit of people looking for something to read. (Just remember that unless your bookmark is private everyone including the author can see tags & comments.)

History - AO3 can track every fic you’ve ever viewed. My history is 373 pages long. However, you can delete any fic from your history with the click of a button, clear your entire history at once, or turn this off.

“Marked for Later” - Some people use bookmarks to save fics they haven’t read yet, but there’s also a separate system for that. When you’re logged in there’s a “Mark for Later” button on each fic. Then you can filter your History down to just those Marked for Later. Once you’ve read a marked fic you can then hit the “Mark as Read”  button and it will drop off this

The downside to both the History and Marked for Later is that this system currently can’t be sorted or filtered beyond that, but it can be useful nonetheless if you want to save your Bookmarks for rereading your faves.

Locked fics - Some people lock their fics to registered users for many reasons. They don’t want their fics showing up in search engines, they don’t want bots stealing them, they’re having a troll problem, etc. Without an AO3 account you won’t even see that these exist.

Comment notifications - You have an inbox on AO3, and anytime anyone replies to one of your comments you will get a notification. No more having to go back and check fics to see if authors replied to you! You can also opt to get an email every time.

Customize how you see the site - You can use site skins, hide tags or warnings on fics, skip the extra step to view adult content (if you’re 18+), even customize how your browser titles the window.

Last but very much not least:

Subscribe to fics, series, or authors - I honestly don’t understand how anyone keeps up with WIPs without this.


Get an email every time a new chapter is posted, or every time one of your favorite writers posts a new fic or chapter!

Don’t want to read a WIP as it’s being posted? Subscribe and know as soon as the last chapter goes up.


Worth getting an account just for this alone tbh. 


How are you living without it???


(Hitting subscribe is also one more way to show an author you care, although authors can’t see subscriber #s on series.)

There are probably more, but those are the main ones. Yes, you have to wait a few days to get an account, but it’s worth it. If you’re worried because you don’t want people seeing you kudos certain fics (that one tentacle fic you’ll never admit to having read?) - the way login is setup it’s actually super easy to log out, leave anonymous kudos, and log back in without leaving the fic. AO3 is designed by users; they’ve got your back.

And hey, if you ever decide to take the plunge and post something, that’s one step out of your way!

(And seriously, subscribing is a game-changer.)

[luna-redamancy]

First-Lines tag!

Thank you @blairsanne for tagging me! This was fun!

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends. a first-lines meme!

Mine are all going to be from the 30 days of fics most likely...

1. Day 16: Meteor Showers (Bilbo x Reader)

The biting winter evening breeze didn’t stop Bilbo from tugging you up the hill, a childish grin on his features as you held your blanket firmly in your grasp, your other hand intertwined with Bilbo’s.

2. Day 15: First Love (Balin x Reader)

“And what about you?” Asked Bilbo, drawing Balin’s attention away from the fire. “What was your first love experience like, Master Balin?”

3. Day 14: Beneath The Moonlight (Legolas x Reader)

The grass was lush beneath your back, still slightly warm from the day it has spent beneath the rays of sunlight.

4. Day 13: Candles (Smaug x Reader)

Smaug huffed through his nose, a plume of smoke escaping him as he looked around the setup he managed to put together.

5. Day 12: Sunrise (Thorin x Reader)

The feeling of warm caresses was the first thing you comprehended as you began to come back from the land of the unconscious, your eyes fluttering as Thorin stroked your cheek soothingly.

6. Day 11: Habits (Elrond x Reader)

It was like a puzzle coming together, you and Elrond, you noted mentally as muscle memory took over once you got to his study.

7. Day 10: Burning For You (Thranduil x Reader)

“You’re too sweet to me, you know,” You hummed as you looked over the lunch that Thranduil had the chefs prepare for the two of you.

8. Day 10: Scent (Beorn x Reader)

“Bear, what’re you doing?” Was the first thing that slipped from your lips as you awoke, feeling the skin-changer tug you closer while your eyes remained slipped shut in a small effort to cling onto the sleep you so desperately wanted to fall back into, the rumble of Beorn’s chest against your back being all the reply you received.

8. Day 9: Sweets (Ori x Reader)

Humming to yourself, you spun to grab a spatula before returning to your mixing bowls.

9. Good Graces (Thorin x Reader)

“Hey, let us out of here!”

“Get off me!”

The voices of the Company overwhelmed your ears as you were all shoved into cells by the Elven guards. With sickly spiders, cursed waters, sore shoulders, and a growing headache, you decided to take this as a moment of peace to sit down undisturbed, leaning against the cool stone.

10. Day 8: New Buds (Legolas x Reader)

It was day twenty of Legolas’ courtship with you, and every day he couldn’t help but stress as he took care of the plant you first presented him at the beginning of this phase of your courtship.

I've noticed I start my stories right smack-dab in the middle of a scene, whether it's starting off with dialogue or remarks about the setting, there's not a real "beginning" which I find neat.

I shall do no pressure tags for: @ladylouoflothlorien @fizzyxcustard @legolaslovely @deepestfirefun @sketch-and-write-lover and whoever else would like to participate!

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 5 // Plan B

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | the avengers try to catch ultron. It doesn’t end too well

Warnings | torture (implied), captivity, possible swearing (you know what I’m like), mentions of injury.

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

"Doll?" Bucky groaned, his head slowly rolling to the side. I smiled warmly, biting down on my lips at the sight of my boyfriend shirtless. Dr Cho had insisted on stripping Bucky down to his underwear to double check that all the blood was definitely mine, and they couldn't find a hospital gown big enough to fit him on such short notice. So now he was laying in the hospital bed beside me, in only his boxers with a thin blanket draped over him.

"Hi." I murmured, biting my lips and staring at him. Bucky frowned, most probably taking me in as I laid on my side in my own bed, which was barely a meter from his, in a hospital gown with my arm tucked under my head and a smudge of blood on my temple.

"What happened? There was that robot and then-"

"And the we got knocked down. Something was ok top of us, pinning you on top of me. You were passed out - Cho reckons that you might have a concussion, but your super soldierness might have healed it already." I began to explain.

"Then why are we...here?" Bucky pondered and I took a deep breath.

"I stabbed myself in the leg-" Bucky's eyes widened and concern flooded his cerulean irises, "not on purpose! And I could get you off of me. But Sam came back, he helped us and then I guess they others destroys the robots and then Cho demanded we be brought here for a check up." I continued, and Bucky nodded slowly.

"And Steve?"

"He's fine. I think he carried you here, but I'm not too sure - my brain was slightly fuzzy at the time." I confirmed, and Bucky nodded again.

"Okay. So I'm fine?" Bucky asked again and I nodded, a frown finding me. Bucky shrugged the blanket off himself and let his legs hang over the edge of the bed, sitting up facing me. "Where are my clothes?" He asked upon seeing his naked form. I giggled, gesturing to the corner of the room where a pile of clothes sat.

Bucky got up, walking over to the pile of fabric and picking something up. He looked puzzled, analysing each piece in turn before realising that all of it was cut up.

"They had to cut it off you." I said, and Bucky groaned, coming back over to me and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. He sighed as he pulled away, turning his back to me as I made grabby hands towards my boyfriend.

The door creaked open and Bucky turned around as I rolled over in the bed.

"Steve!" I exclaimed, a knew smile finding my face. Steve smiled warmly at me, but his face fell into one of admiration as he pulled his bottom lips between his teeth, his baby-blue eyes trailing over Bucky's near naked form. He quickly shook the clearly dirty thoughts off and out on a hard face: brows furrowed and lips down-turned.

"How bad is it?" Bucky asked, finally finding a pair of trousers someone had left for him on a chair the other side of the room. Steve sighed, letting his arms fold over his chest.

"Terrible. Worse than we thought. He destroyed Jarvis, and he's all over the internet. He can access anything; our backstories, phone lines, nuclear codes." Steve admitted, refusing to make eye contact with either of us. I was sat up now, hand covering my mouth in horror as Bucky pulled on the trousers and buttoned them up.

"Then we need to stop him." I chimed in, met with nods from my super soldiers.

...

"Wait, I know that guy!" Tony stopped Bruce, who tossed him the file.

"Works off the African coat right? Black market arms if I read it correctly." I interrupted, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. Everyone looked up at me, as smile finding Bucky's plump lips.

"Are you feeling any better, y/n?" Sam asked from across the room and I opened my mouth to answer but go cut off by my dad.

"Wait- what, how?" Tony stuttered, and I scoffed with a nonchalant roll of my eyes.

"You're not the only genius in the room, Dad. If you hadn't noticed by now, Stark intelligence is hereditary. You just never lain enough attention to me to find out." I smirked, and my dad frowned.

"Aren't you...adopted?" Bruce queried.

"That's not how it works." Tony waved off and I rolled my eyes again.

"My point was," I begun, and Tony held his hands up in surrender. "He wanted to find a game changer, right? Something to blow away any competition?" I inquired and Tony gave me an affirmative nod.

"What's the thing on his neck?" Steve asked, his eyes trained on the picture Tony was holding.

"Oh, that's a tattoo, I didn't think he had it when I met him." Tony dismissed as I sauntered closer to get a look.

"No, those are tattoos." Thor pointed to wards a picture with the man's shirt unbuttoned slightly. "This, this is a brand." Thor clarified, pointing to another picture that showed the side of the man's neck, where a reddened symbol stood against his skin.

"Where's it from?" Nat asked, and Bruce hurried over to the computer. We all gathered round as it did its magic, eventually coming up with our answer.

"It's a word in African dialect meaning thief." Bruce read from the screen, which reflected into his glasses. "But in a much less friendly way." He added as he turned to face us.

"What dialect?" Bucky asked, leaning against the table with crossed arms. Bruce spun back around on his chair, squinting at the screen as he tried to pronounce the word correctly.

"Wakandan." I murmured as I leant over the doctor's shoulder. Tony's eyes widened momentarily as he looked from me to Steve.

"If this guy came out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." Tony muttered to Steve.

"I thought your fathers said he got the last of it." Steve chimed in.

"I don't follow, what comes from Wakanda." Bruce interjected, standing up from his chair again.

"Vibranium." I blurted, and my boyfriend looked to his shield resting against a box of files. Everyone followed his gaze.

"The strongest metal on earth." Tony explained.

"So where is this guy now?" Sam threw out into the room, as Bucky pushed himself off the table and walked over to me, stopping behind me and resting his hands on my shoulders. He let his thumbs rub the tight skin of my neck for a moment as he placed a kiss to the back of my head.

...

I woke up, my wrists stinging from the harsh rope cutting into them, keeping them firmly behind the back of the chair as I struggled. My ankles were tied to the legs of the cold metal chair, the silencer covering my mouth as I stared forward. My reflection looked back at me, rippling across the glass of the cell before being interrupted but a man in black tactical trousers and a black t-shirt.

"She's awake, Rumlow." Another man informed, voice solemn as I frantically looked around.

"Good. You can start, and make sure you press play this time!" The first man - Rumlow - snapped, voice husky as he shouted. My eyes widened as I realised what had happened, two men stepping towards me with long, black rods. I flinched when I saw the spit of tangible blue flicker around them, licking at the tips as they were brought closer and closer to me.

I began staking my head, wrestling with the ropes frantically as the men approached, sickening grins on their lips to match Rumlow's unsettling gaze.

Heavy breathing, a hand resting over my chest, warm arms enveloping me in their comfort. I let my other hand reach for my fore head, finding it slick with a sweaty sheen as I leant into the touch engulfing me.

"Shhh." Lips at my ear, a whispered hush as big hands rubbed my flesh soothingly. "It's okay, doll. I'm here. I'm right here." Bucky's familiar voice cooed against my ear, his solid chest pressing into me as he pulled me into his body, with warm, flesh arm circling me as we rocked back and forth. "We need to get out of here." He finally spoke again, pulling back from me enough to look into my eyes.

Using his gloved metal hand, he pushed a strand of hair behind me ear and offered me a small smile - but it barely touched his cerulean eyes.

"Can you stand?" He asked and I took a shaking breath, nodding as I pushed myself up.  He kept his hands on me the whole time, aiding me in walking out of the warehouse-type facility and getting me out into the fresh air. He cooed in my ear as we walked: good girl, that's it - just keep walking, you're okay now.

He kept up his act until we reached the ship, where Clint quickly ushered me up the ramp and into the quinjet.

"Are you okay?" The marksman asked me, hand on my shoulder as I sat down. I nodded hollowly, eyes still haunted by a covered mist. "Okay." Clint nodded, knowing that I was no-where near telling him the truth but also know that this wasn't the time to coax a most-likely horrifying story from me.

[kiame-sama]

Spooky Time

As y’all may know, October is the spooky month and it is always time to get spooky and jiggy with it, so I will periodically be opening up the request box for spooky/monster themed writing (Yandere and non-yandere included!)

This will primarily be headcannons, since I have a habit of making fics painfully long and killing myself over them, but if you would like a fic or some short of drabble, I might be willing to do it if you make a good enough argument for why I should. (’Just because’ is not a good enough argument).

Please specify if you would like NSFW or not included as well as preferred gender/sex for reader (gender neutral will be my default with they-them pronouns unless request says otherwise.)

Any kind of pairing is acceptable! MxM, MxF, FxF, Non-Binary, Trans, Futa, Romantic, Platonic, ect. (Y’all know I don’t do pedophilia so if you request it I am reporting you and never taking a request from you again. Don’t try me)

All Character’s Available (Those under 18+ will be aged up to 18+). Limit to three separate characters in one; I’m not writing for 50 characters based on one request, don’t be selfish.

MONSTER TIME 

Not required, but can be included. Just a list for those who might need some monstrous inspiration. (Others available upon request)

Banshee

Siren

Werewolf

Vampire

Nokken 

Shape-shifter

Nymph

Drider

Harpy

Naga

Wendigo

Skin-changer

Demon

Angel

Ghost

Themed Requests! Choose 1 - 3 (Yandere can be a 4th)

☁ - Fluff

🌧 - Angst

☀ - Normal

🔪 - Spooky/Creepy

🎃 - Halloween/Samhain

🍭 - Trick-or-treating

💞 - Comfort

💕 - Sweet NSFW

🖤 - Not-so-sweet NSFW

🕸 - Kidnapping

💀 - Yandere

👀 - Stalker

🏠 - Domestic

🎲 - Dealer’s Choice (I do what I want)

[a-dorin]

work order | kylo ren

 word count: 1,139

warnings: cursing, some filthy thoughts, dominance kink

a/n: helloooo! this was a request for @only-knows-pain​ ! i hope you enjoy it lovely :)) 

“I was wondering if you can write a kylo ren fic about the reader being a hard-headed mechanic who has to fix the voice changer in kylo's helmet.”

“(y/n) (y/l/n),” a voice seeped into your left ear through your comlink, “i request your presence in hall two-b at once.”

your head perked up from your paperwork, intrigued, “is everything alright superior?”

“yep,” your superior, alastair, was gruff, “just come on down when you can.”

you rose to your feet, ensuring that you grabbed your tool kit from your desk. as you strolled out of your office, you chirped greetings to your colleagues, earning warm responses from them. throughout the supremacy, you held a reputation. as an engineer for the ship, you specialized in your own little niche. your field of expertise was helmet work, along with weaponry. most of your work consisted of comlink repairs or blaster inspections. you didn’t mind, as there was less pressure than working in the high tech weaponry or ship stabilizers. 

however, it was common knowledge on the massive flagship that when anyone had an issue with their armor or weapons, to come to you. honestly, it was quite amazing how you earned the respect of your first order comrades. as a child, you taught yourself all of the skills when it came  to repairs or code. you didn’t have an education, nor a background in engineering. you rose within the ranks, even gaining the respect of your superior, alastair, along with general armitage hux. 

yet, your favorite pair of soldiers were the supreme leader’s right-hand men. almost daily, yw-382 and yo-988 visited your office, requesting blaster upgrades or armor inspections. you cherished their friendship, while they formed a bond with you. before they set foot in your space, you often ate alone in the mess hall, keeping to yourself. the two boys guided you out of your comfort zone, and now you were quite social. they ate meals with you, spent time with you in your quarters after work, and even brought you yo-988’s cooking during work for you to taste test. 

after taking the elevator, finding your way through an endless labyrinth of corridors and halls, you finally arrived at two-b, where you noticed alastair was waiting. once he noticed your arrival, he beamed, “ah, (y/n). how are you?”

“i’m good!” you returned the smile, “what do you got for me?”

“well,” alastair folded his arms across his chest, “you’re standing right outside the doors of the supreme leaders’ quarters. he has requested that you fulfill his work order.”

“no one else could do, huh?” you arched a brow.

“i’m afraid he requested specifically that you come fix it,” alastair’s eyes twinkled, as if he was aware of a second motive. 

“you better not be fucking with me,” you deadpanned. 

“you got this,” alastair chuckled, “let me know how it goes. maybe you’ll earn that promotion and start working with the big dogs after this.”

“i can only hope,” you murmured, “hey alastair? thank you.”

“it’s not an issue,” alastair nodded, shooting you a wink, “you’re quite gifted, (y/n). i have complete faith in you.”

alastair strolled down the hall, leaving you alone. exhaling, you knocked on the door, anxiety washing over you. what if the supreme leader was as ruthless as the rumors? what if you couldn’t fulfill his request? 

the doors slid open, the supreme leader standing before you, “oh, it’s you.”

“yup!” you beamed, attempting to regain your composure. 

kylo ren’s exposed features left you breathless. his skin was fair, with moles dotting his face and neck. his hair, a rich black, fell in an organized mess, touching his shoulders. his jawline was strong, with prominent cheekbones. kylo’s lips were soft and pink, his eyes a soft honey brown. a long scar ran down his cheek, but it only gave him an edge. he was attractive. you had no idea the supreme leader was so beautiful underneath the helmet. 

“come in,” kylo ren rumbled, “my helmet is on the table. the voice modulator is ruined.”

your eyes narrowed as you approached the table, “the voice modulator?”

“mhmm,” kylo hummed, sitting in a chair, “you’ll notice when you look at it.”

your hands were drawn to the helmet, fingertips brushing the matte coat. it was easy to see that the helmet was smashed, then welded back together. scores of crimson lined the mask, your eyes widening as glanced inside. kylo’s voice modulator was ruined, beyond any simple repairs. 

“sir,” you swallowed thickly, turning to face him, “we’re going to have to send in a work order?”

his brows furrowed, kylo rising from his chair, “it’s not something that can be fixed?”

you shook your head, “come over here and take a look.”

kylo’s interest was piqued. never had someone ordered him around. your confidence and ability to stand your ground intrigued him, his heart racing within his chest. with your lips pursed, eyes focused on his helmet, and your hands so delicate yet strong, kylo couldn’t help but be captivated by your presence. 

yet, he towered over you as he stood next to you, your head barely level with his chest. he stifled a chuckle, “what is it?”

“this,” you ran your thumb over the modulator, “wires are poking out. they’re all severed. it must have happened when you initially damaged the helmet the first time. i know you want to be intimidating and all, as this is an obvious symbol of power, but unless i don’t send in a work order, your voice will be as it is normally.”

“how soon can the work order be processed?” kylo inquired, curious. 

“i can get it in as early as tonight,” you shrugged, “there is one catch, however.”

“and that is?” he pursed his lips, arching a brow. 

“i’ll need to hang onto it,” your eyes met his, glittering with confidence, “for the night.”

“er-,” kylo stammered, “yes. anything that you need to do, go ahead and do it.”

“don’t worry supreme leader,” the words were sweet like honey as they left your lips, leaving kylo speechless, “i’ll take good care of it.”

scooping the helmet into your arms, you exited the room, leaving kylo ren’s mind buzzing with dirty, nasty, lustful thoughts. gods, there was nothing more than he wanted to do than take you right there, bending you over the table. your confidence made his knees buckle, his fingertips aching to wrap around your throat, to dominate you. to put you in your place. 

yet, as you strolled down the corridor, you could feel a presence within your thoughts. shaking your head, you discarded your queries. there was no way kylo ren spoke. he wasn’t anywhere near you. you felt a blush spread into your cheeks when the realization hit you. 

you had to send in the work order tonight. you had to fix the modulator. and tomorrow, you had to deliver the helmet to kylo. 

gods, who knew what tomorrow held.

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Heyy hii!

For the fanfic ask game : B, F and G :)

Lots of love 💕

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? God, I’ve written so many stories that this one is kind of hard to answer. The best thing I can think of off the top of my head is maybe “Perception” or “Unpleasant.” I’m a pretty small person but during one of my particularly bad depression episodes, I gained 30 pounds and felt absolutely awful about myself. Those feelings kind of spilled out onto the page while I wrote them out (though those were things I said to myself). On a happier note, Stuck is also something I created from personal experience, because I’ve got really curly long hair, and one time while I was walking around in a tree-y area my hair caught onto a low-hanging branch and when I tried to get it off I got even more stuck and ended up having to get help from my sister to get it out lol. My hair gets stuck in stuff all of the time and I’m also an expert in being clumsy so, yeah. 

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. I haven’t bee particularly funny recently, but some of my older stuff I’m really proud of because I think it’s actually pretty funny. Specifically: 

“He quickly begins to walk back inside, leaving Pippin behind, clearly annoyed, "I'll go take you to Gandalf, he'll know what to do."

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"I have no idea what to do," Gandalf states decisively after the two hobbits go to him in search of assistance.”

From The Fellowship/Skin Changer!Reader: Ancestry pt. 4 on Ao3

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"I've hidden them somewhere you'll never find them!" You yell, "You can tear this house apart brick by brick and you'll still never find them! I've put them somewhere so-"

"It's under that blanket, isn't it?" A blond guy with a braided mustache asks. 

You take a pause and look over to exactly where he's talking about. 

It's completely silent for about 30 seconds until you realize you should probably deny it."...No."  

From  The Company/Reader: Multi-Dimensional pt.1

I just think they’re pretty funny, idk, you may disagree. 

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? Okay I guess it’s pretty uncommon but I actually do write my stories in order start-to-finish. Sometimes I write a scene that I think would be better suited somewhere else or in a different fic on accident (I’ve got pages of stuff that I wrote for specific fics and ended up saving for later cause I didn’t like it in that one), but yeah I usually write from beginning to end in the order I intend it to be read in. 

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I Will be Your Tim Drake for Tonight (3) (Jason Todd/ Reader)

Summary:  Preferring to do anything but your physics project, you decide to accepts Tim’s proposal. It’s simple. He does your project, you try to figure out whether Jason Sionis is criminal. Easy, right?

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A/n: This takes place in a world where Jason is adopted by Black Mask. Inspired by Building Interest by Zoeleo.The events and characterization in this story are very heavily based on Zoeleo's Long Term Investment series. It is fantastic and I really highly recommend all of her fics.

a/n: For clarification, Reader does have psychic powers but it only lets her sense people's emotions physically. No mind-reading. Her power is more like an overactive sense of empathy which may force her to dissociate into someone else.

There will be violence and mentions of alcoholism (used as coping mechanism for physical pain) and chronic pain.  

As for the additional warning, an animal is harmed but it is barely described. I could not bring myself to actual describe it but the aftermath is described.

I also just converted this from an OC so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Without further a do:

Your stomach drops.

Fuck.

Of course, Damian just had to be the one to pick up.

"Hey baby bro, could you pass the phone to dad?"

"I'm sorry who is this?"

This little shit.

"You're such a kidder! Dami, it's me, Tim. "

“Ah yes, Drake-” You can hear Tim choke in the background. “What do you want?”

“Please Dami just pass the phone to dad, I- I really need to talk to him”

“Very well,”

“Tim?” The voice sounded like Bruce’s but the intonation was all wrong. The voice changer Tim and Babs were working on seems to have made progress.

“Hey dad, I- uh. I might have gotten kidnapped.”

Tim makes another choking noise. “Might have?”

“I was at the party. I think I had around 13 drinks. 13 ! Can you believe it? I felt like a right sailor after that, like the harbor workers, y’know? Anyway, I was taking a smoke-”

“Enough!” The large man roared, snatching the phone from you. “Send us $100 million by tomorrow or your kid’ll be shark bait!” Who says that anymore?

“Of course! Of course! I’ll have the money sometime this evening. Please don’t hurt him.”

Tim, God bless him, does not laugh. Tim’s acting needs some work but he sure does know how to act worried.

The line dies and they tie you back up to the post.

“What the hell?!”

“We have to make sure you don’t just runoff.” The large man says tightening your bonds. Truthfully, you’ve felt far worse. After all, corsets exist. However, this was still a close second.  

“Do I look like I could outrun a snail?”

“He’s got a point boss. He looks like he hasn’t even seen the sun in ages.”

This, you decide, is true for Tim. When was the last time he went out before dark? Maybe he got sunlight when he stayed over at Eddie’s place.

The large man grabs Jason by the collar and throws him to his men.

The 3 men kick and curse at him. They mock him and beat him down. They wail on him with their fists, their steel-toed shoes, and sometimes brick. Jason takes it all with a crooked grin and a sharp tongue. You watched in awe. Even on the floor, Jason looked sturdy, ferocious, and indomitable.

"They all break, sweet girl."

Jason is on a tiled floor. No, he should be on concrete. His blood is on the tile. They’re hitting him. They’re hitting him with a bat. No. They aren’t supposed to be holding a bat. They were kicking him but now they’re holding a bat. No, She’s holding a bat. There's supposed to be three of them, three men,  but their forms coalesce into her .  You can hear his ribs cracking. Next are his legs. His legs are always next. Then his arm. She'll break each bone in his arms and his hands.  He’s wheezing. His voice sounds hoarse. His voice is too hoarse. He sounds like he’s been starved and dehydrated for at least a day. They’ve only been here for an hour. That isn’t right. Oh God! Now she had a cleaver in her hands.

No!

No!

He doesn’t need to die. She can’t.

no.

No.

No!  

 The scene crescendos as the tall, dark, sinewy silhouette towering over Jason raises the butcher's knife above her head.

“Harder, daddy!”

“Son?”

The scene of the kitchen fades and the shit-eating grin on Jason melts into view which shifts from amusement to confusion then back to amusement.

You blink seeing his stupid grin far too clearly.

You let a bark of gut-busting laughter out as you strain against the rope. Your brow pinches with concern but based on the scowls you’re receiving they're more focused on the fact that you were laughing like a mad man.  

Jason looks like he’s about to laugh from the absurdity as well when the man in charge picks him up again tossing him into a chair. The other men tie him down binding his wrists and ankles.

"I've had worse." He spits out.

The phone rings again, the dial tone echoing. Jason looks like hell with his face swollen and bruises beginning to bloom on every surface but he still looked like he was 5 seconds from starting a fight.

The large man punches Jason hard in the gut knocking the air out of his lungs as the dial tone cuts off.  “Hear that, Sionis? Your little bitch is pretty soft.”

Oh God, are they serious?

“Who is this? Nevermind. You ok there, sweetheart?” Roman Sionis’ ‘concerned’ voice carries over the line.

They are.

“Nothing I can't handle, daddy.” Jason chuckles with the utmost casualness. You, on the other hand,  instantly want to disinfect your brain. Thankfully, before your mind could wander somewhere it can't return from,  the big man growls into the phone.

“Don't you recognize the voice of the man whose life you've ruined?!”

“You've gotta be more specific than that. I've ruined quite a few lives but I would like to know whose brain I need to put a bullet in.”

“IT'S ME  BRUNO HARDIN!”

“Doesn't ring any bells.” Roman deadpans almost sounding completely disinterested. “Sweetheart, you remember anyone like that?”

“Nope,” Jason replies letting the p pop. It seemed like a strange sort of triumph before it all crashes down with another swift punch to the ribs.

You stare at the strange scene torn between amusement and horror.

“Take this seriously!” Bruno roars.

"I'm taking this about as seriously as it deserves."

A part of you thought 'yeah this is ridiculous enough to warrant nonchalance' while the other part wanted to scream.  On one hand, even you found his identity anticlimactic. Doesn’t he know just how many small-time businesses Roman has ruined? He’d be lucky to get into the top 50. It’s not like he was running a pretty ethical establishment either.  On the other hand, your freaking kid is getting the shit kicked out of him. Emote damn it.

“Jason. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take care of this. Your Uncle D happens to be in town. He’s on his way to pick you up. Love you, baby. See you soon.”

The line dies. Your stomach sinks further somehow. You don’t know if the nausea is due to the fact that the line died, the threat, or the number of times the word ‘daddy’ came up. Who the hell is Uncle D? How is he supposed to help? Your gaze trails to Jason who is now lowering his head to the floor seemingly tired. Maybe that last punch finally drained the fight from him.

“You're all so fucked.” Jason barks out in a fit of laughter. The men around him, jumping from the volume of his voice.  

Bruno grabs Jason by the collar and begins to shake him as if the  “Shut the fuck up you little bitch! Whoever your Uncle D is he's-”

“Deathstroke”

You feel like someone kicked you in the chest. First of all, Uncle D? Really? You guess that there are worse hills to die on. This was somehow weirder than hearing Faust and her siblings call him pops. Second of all, Fuck. You'd never gotten your asshanded to you by Deathstroke but based on how banged up the Titans looked after fighting him this wasn't gonna be pretty.  All you could hope for was that you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Although, the image of Deathstroke grudgingly letting a kid call him Uncle D lightens your mood a bit.  

Bruno throws Jason on the floor hard enough for his body to bounce. Like Jason earlier, Bruno is radiating murder.

Just run, you thick motherfucker.

You, being the ‘nice’ Wayne kid that you are,  try to tell him as much but sadly that was halted by shattering glass. A flurry of black, orange, and metal crash through the glass and cut through the crowd of men.  

They fire at him, panic making their faces even paler. They hit him, bullets sinking into his flesh, blood splatters but none of it fazes him. He skewers and cuts them down with ease. His swords and suit are liberally decorated with their blood when it’s all done.

He steps over Bruno’s body. From the grunt that comes out, Bruno is still alive. Dumb bastard doesn’t know how to play dead. He’ll die from blood loss anyway.

“Hey, kid-” Deathstroke greets tersely,  picking up Jason’s nearly limp body.  “We’re gonna get you home.” He slings Jason’s arm over his shoulder.

“Wait!”  

Deathstroke stops sounding slightly annoyed.

Jason turns to you, who’s still unhappily tied to a post.  “We gotta get him out.” He rasps.  

“Kid, you’re the only one I’m getting paid to rescue.”  Deathstroke helpfully informs as he carefully adjusts his hold on the struggling young man. You blow out a breath somehow more irritable than scared.  “Just cut me out. I can make my way back just fine.”

“Walk in Gotham, are you stupid?” Jason hisses. The concern bleeding through.

“Which one of us charged at their captors while they were armed?”

Jason scowls at you with a petulant twist in his lips. “Yanno what,  Leave ‘im.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry and yeah I’ll be fine. I know where to avoid. Just please don’t leave me with them” you plead, throwing away any pride you held as you glance at the most likely dead bodies. Deathstroke cuts you out. Your skin feels raw but you’re otherwise unharmed.

You walk out of the warehouse and Dick practically throws himself at you. “Oh thank god, they didn’t shoot you in the head.” He mumbles into your wig.  

"Why would you think they would shoot me in the head?"

Dick pulls back and frowns at you through the domino mask.  “You aren’t exactly the most pleasant-”

“ We were model hostages.” you squawk.

Jason snorts far too loudly to be helpful.

You glare at him but you weren’t about to say fuck off to him while he has one of the world’s deadliest assassins right next to him.

Deathstroke coughs.  “Well if you don’t mind we’ll be taking our leave.”

Dick holding you protectively, glares but says nothing. Maybe he does but you faint before you can hear it.

A/n: Thanks for reading!

[violetnotez]

Rookie- Dabi x Fem!Reader

By popular demand, here is my 1st Dabi fic! I kind of wish I put more dialogue for him, so if you guys want a part 2 to this, Ill  definitely give him some more attention! 

Dabi x reader

Genre: Fluff + Dabi being a man-wh*re

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: Cursing + LOV being the LOV

Summary: Dabi is having the most boring day of his life, with nothing to do and no missions to be on- until you show up.

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Dabi was sprawled along the couch in the bar, his long slender legs bent out lazily. He stared at his hand as he played with a spark of blue flames that sprouted out from his scarred fingers, Shigaraki  pouring over a new plan at the bar, while Black Mist made him a drink.

Most of the time, Dabi preferred to be by himself. He saw social interaction as draining, a nuisance really- hell, he could practically count all his “friends” he had in life on one hand. But on days like this, when plans were at a stall and no interesting work was needed, Dabi would begin to wish that it would be nice to have something to do, even (in times of extreme boredom) somebody to do it with. 

Right then, as Dabi was struggling to get over this fit of boredom, Toga skipped into the bar, that love-sick-school-girl smile plastered on her lips. She giggled, shying over to Shigaraki, his slumped form not enjoying the excitement radiating  off the chaotic girl.

“Me and Twice found a new friend!” she yelled enthusiastically, catching everyone’s attention. Toga’s perception of people was a little-strange- and her idea of a “friend”, most of the time, meant “enemy” in their minds.

Black Mist stopped drying the glass he was attending to behind the counter, and Shigaraki immediately swiveled his head around abruptly to look at the door. Dabi stayed on the couch, only having the energy to extinguish his blue flames and turn his head slightly to see the new entertainment.

Twice ushered in his capture, their arms tied in front of them as he shoved them into the room. Their body was completely clad in black, the clothes baggy against their frame. A hood draped down upon their face, obscuring their eyes, as a black mask adorned with silver accents covered their face from nose down. Their frame was small in stature, most likely a teen. 

“Found this little tyke trying to break in when I was on patrol with Little Miss Crazy Knives,” Twice introduced, his hand squeezing their shoulder dangerously. “Said they had intel for you Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki crouched off his chair, his body swaying.

“You idiot!” he snarled at Twice, “You dont even know who this is- they could be working with the heroes for all we know...And you lead them right into our place of work!”

“I assure you Tomura Shigaraki, I am no hero.”

Everyone turned to look at the intruder. The masked figure’s voice startled the group- its voice was anything but smooth: it was snarled, deep, and artificial- sounding- there was definitely a voice changer inside the mask.

“See Shigaraki, they’re not with the heroes!” Can we keep them? Please?” she pleaded giddily, her body bouncing up and down.

“They could still be our enemies, even if they say their not connected to any hero group,” Blackmist reasoned, the whole League ataring at your unstruggling form.

Dabi tilted his head up, examining them-they weren’t trying to escape, or even trying to pull away from Twice’s harsh hold. You definitely were crazy, whoever the hell you were, showing up here. Shigaraki was not afraid to kill- hell, none of them  were.

“Awww, what a bummer that would be-” Toga whined, “Can I kill them if they are?”

“No one will be killing anyone,” Tomura replied dangerously, “until I say so.”

He strided over to the intruder, his body lagging and stumbling as he went. 

“What is your motive for being here-no one just stumbles on the League of Villians for nothing.”

The masked figure looked down, obscuring their eyes.

“I only wish to give you something- if I get something else in return.”

“In return?” Shigaraki repeated back in a taunt, “what exactly do you want, and what do you have for me that’s so damn valuable that I’ll owe you something?”

The figure looked up, their eyes barely visible from under the hood.

“No, Tomura Shigaraki,” they replied slowly, their voice deep and artificial, “I want nothing materialistic- I need to a job. An occupation. With your League of Villians. I need this promise- and then I’ll give you what I have.”

Shigarki sighed exasperated, shaking his shaggy hair. “Why the hell- do I owe you a promise? And how do you even know my name?”

The figure shrugged its shoulders. “I just know it- when you need a job, the interview goes alot smoother when you know something about the place.”

“This is no interview, you little wierdo,” Sigaraki spat back, “Im just about to let Toga have some fun with you if you dont stop annoying me and wasting my time.”

Toga squealed happily, her fangs glinting devilishly in the eery lights of the bar.

“I want to know your name and who you are-now,” he commanded, watching this intruder’s every movements with careful attention.

Dabi grinned slightly, amused at the situation. 

The figure looked up, their eyes now visible, a twinge of fear in those fierce e/c orbs

“I really don’t use much of a name,” they stated coldly, making Shigaraki visibly furious.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to call you? A pain In my ass?” He spat at you, his hand twitching slightly.

Dabi saw this, and decided to get up, his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. He leaned back casually as he walked, your eyes watching him carefully.

“Cool it Shigaraki, if they dont want to use their name- they dont need to,” he reasoned, already finding himself liking you- you weren’t taking crap from him and standing your ground. Even if you turned out to be an enemy, he could at least admire that.

“You have a another name you go by? Anything people call you?” he asked, peering down at you with an amused smirk

“Demon,” the mask gargled out, “I go by Demon.”

“It has a nice ring to it,” Black Mist commented as Toga cooed about how “adorable” it sounded.

Dabi ignored the others, continuing to stare down at the trespasser . 

“Why dont you take off the mask, Demon?” he reasoned with you slowly. “Itd make it alot easier for us to trust ya if you lost that crap around your mouth.”

The person squirmed slightly, just enough for it to be noticebale.

“No, I cant,” they replied, “my quirk-”

“Take the damn thing off them.”

Shigaraki commanded coldly to Twice, who did exactly as told, yet couldnt: the person instantly attacked, the rope around their wrists miraculously breaking apart as they twisted Twice’s wrist. He arm tugged back in such a painful way that he couldn't even breathe out a protest. His body followed the momentum of his arm, slamming him on the ground.

The whole of the League reacted instantly- Toga pulled out her knives, both Dabi and Black Mist prepared their quirks, while only Shigaraki looked unfazed, his demeanor now dangerously amused.

“Now, look what we have hear-” Shigarki snarled, his head flopping down to his shoulder and exposing the blood red eye behind the decaying hand,  another punny little child wanting to be a villain.”

The intruder had yanked off the mask and hood themselves when the League had taken on their battle stances, their-her- hand held out in a stopping motion- most likely as a warning that they’d use their quirk.

He stared at your wrist, noticing something strange- your wrist turned red. It was bright like a cherry, and he was intrigued by the sudden change. But just as fast as it came, it slowly disappeared, leaving no trace that it was ever there.

Dabi felt his body slacken slightly- this intruder was....attractive. He could even say hot if the circumstances were slightly different. Their hair framed around their face so prettily, their eyes were dangerous and cold yet so inviting, and lips that looked so soft he had the unnerving want to know what they felt like, tasted like...You were utterly perfect, looking so dangerously inviting under the hazy lights of the bar. 

“Dont try it-I dont want to hurt you. Any of you.” you stated, your now clear voice sounding so sweet and melodic, even though it’s tone was cold.

Toga squealed unpredictability, making everyone look at her.

“What?” she asked, as if she couldnt understand why everyone was so serious. “They’re a girl! There’s no girls on the team but me! We’re going to be such good friends bestie!!!”

Shigaraki groaned. 

“Toga, calm down- your voice is pissing me off.”

Shigaraki strided over to you, his walk slow and limped as Toga threw Shigaraki a dirty look from behind.

“So what is your deal Demon- what intel do you have for me.”

You picked up your chin, Dabi watching each movement of yours with hungry eyes. 

You were a sight for sore eyes. There were no scars on you, nothing about you that screamed “villian” except for that damn mask that hid your beauty. He saw you as so utterly pure to this world, even if you actually might have had some runs with the law. You were something so intoxicating to him, he couldnt stand it. Your expression was closed off...but he could see you were alittle worried around them.

“So innocent,” he thought hungrily as he stared at those burning eyes of yours, his tongue running along his teeth.

 He wanted to corrupt you so badly, it hurt. 

He unapologetically  imagined you had worn something a little tighter than those baggy ass clothes- a skin tight suit maybe, he thought lustfully, so he could see those lush curves-

“I have intel on Izuku Midoriya.”

The whole party perked up, even Twice, who was clutching his wrist gently, his eyes giving you a look of annoyance.

“The boy you so desperately despise?” you continued,  “I know where he’ll be in the next few days- hell, I know where he is right now if you were that desperate.”

“How?” Shigaraki was now interested- he had been working on getting the little brat for days, even weeks, now- how did you, some random kid who showed up out of nowhere- know about Izuku? About his need to get the twerp and destroy him??

You shrugged, as if your answer would be obvious.

“Im a student at UA High.”

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If you guys want a part 2, pls comment or request! I’d love to do another part, or write for Dabi again soon! (pls send me ideas im bored :)

Requests open!

[morningsound15]

For the fic writer ask game: 3, 11, 31, 39

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

actually yes! maybe not to write WHAT i write but definitely HOW i write

i don’t think i’ve ever talked about this but my first real fanfic fandom like the first time i got INTO fanfic in a real way was through skins (uk). do y’all remember skins? i was obsessed in early high school. so it’s not the FIRST fic i read (that was probably harry potter, i finished the books & did not want the story to end & through that desire to continue reading those books found fanfic way back on ff.net in like 2009) but the first time i like sat down and read every fic for a certain show/couple, it was skins.

there was one writer on ff.net called HyperFitched - now this was in like 2011 or so that i found these fics, so keep in mind i was young & haven’t re-read them so i’m not sure how they hold up! - but they would put out these unbelievable multi-chapter skins fics, like hundreds of thousands of words each. and i would gobble these stories up! like i couldn’t stop reading them. i remember sneaking my ipod touch into freshman year gym and reading these stories while i pretended to work out, because i just could not put them down. i will link to some of the ones below that i remember devouring in case anyone is interested, but these stories absolutely were what first got me thinking about things like subtext, shipping non-canon couples, the ability of fans to take source material and expand upon it & (in my mind) improve it, the idea of a slow-burn, of miscommunication, of pining, of sex in stories (oh the way i reacted when i realized people wrote these characters having semi-explicit sex!! what a game-changer). so it kind of was the precursor to pretty much everything about how i write fic! i wonder where this author ended up & if i can ever find them & send them a message... would love to do that lmk if anyone knows

but anyway - i fist came to AO3 because of skins! i ran out of skins fanfic to read on ff.net & wound up at AO3, and that’s how i got into tumblr, etc. etc. etc. but the fic that impacted me the most on AO3 is one i always recommend every time someone asks me for ficrecs because it’s just unbelievable, it was published over a decade ago, almost 100k words, like under 400 kudos (a crime!!) and i still reread it a couple times a year

transatlanticism by thememoriesfire it’s a katie/effy post-skins fic that sends me into the stratosphere like i am obsessed with the way this story is written & the way it unfolds & how the characters interact & how so little happens! the entire story revolves around basically just two characters talking to each other & trying to figure each other out & it’s one of the best things i have ever or will ever read! changed my perspective on fic length, on character development, on dialogue, helped me understand consistent tone of voice & characterizations etc. maybe none of y’all care about this stuff because you don’t care about skins but you don’t need to know that show to love this story! you really really don’t

anyway here are some HyperFitched stories i loved in 2011! fanfic styles have come a long way since the ff.net days so these might seem a little dated but they were very impactful to me. also people don’t write fic like this any more! kind of makes me nostalgic for simpler times

99 Problems - there’s a companion fic to this but basically all the skins characters are part of a circus & effy is losing her mind but katie helps her recover, there’s drugs & sex & sexy circus shenanigans, photography & love & aerial silks?? maybe i will re-read this actually because that’s all i remember of it but again, this consumed every waking moment of my life for as long as it took me to read it (which was probably like 4 or 5 days)

I Hold a Force I Can’t Contain - this is the emily/naomi companion piece to 99 Problems but i always liked katie/effy more tbqh

The Bend In The Wave

The Explosive Heart

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

lame & not unique but mostly song lyrics / stuff from poems / bits of prose. i have a lot of difficulty coming up with titles, but i like the idea of a song or poem tying a story together it helps me nail down tone & themes a lot more easily.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

my favorite character to write for is faith lehane (buffy), & after her lena luthor (supergirl). i like characters who have been hurt in impossibly difficult ways & who are trying to work through that hurt, characters who need to overcome their traumas, & the compelling thing to me about faith particularly (but lena too) is how her base instincts are violence & chaos; she’s been hurt so badly, so when she’s threatened she lashes out & causes more hurt. but she still wants to be good, & it’s just a matter of making herself accept that she is/can be good, that other people CAN see her that way. i am so drawn to that kind of character & it forms most of my writing.

most of my followers who follow me for my writing are bechloe stans! some harry potter folks too (there’s not a ton of really good f/f harry potter stories so people are always asking me for recs & stuff but it’s hard - there definitely are amazing works in that community but there’s not a huge breadth of non-smut fics & weirdly? a lot of them are about pansy parkinson? idk how that happened in fandom how the lesbians just decided pansy was their gal but i don’t like her so i never read those fics :/ sry rip). anyway all that to say is no my followers don’t really influence who my fav characters are to write for, because if it was up to them i would only write for like 1or 2 fandoms lol

lmk if you’re here for other fandoms! might help me in terms of which story i should work on finishing next

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

i think that i don’t (usually) take the easy way out in stories! i like to let the characters breathe & grow, i like to let the story move in the direction it needs to move in, even if that means i have to change or scrap what i previously planned out, even if that means i have to increase the word count from a 6k word one-shot to a 20k word one-shot (aka that korra story i just posted). perdition was originally supposed to be a 4-6 chapter story that only took place over their college years! but then it turned into a monster

thank you so much for these questions!

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Fili ~ Diligence

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Sequel to Violence

Words: 1,704

Warnings: Angst, mild violence, reader injury

Your feet were hurting, your body exhausted and tired, barely having rested since fleeing from Erebor.  A part of you knew it was foolish, that there were still enemies being tracked down, but you maintained that, no matter what, you weren't going to be subjected to that life again.

No matter how much each step broke your heart.

You were through the Woodland Realm now, out into the flat plains of Beorn's land and you briefly wondered whether the skin changer would let you stay with him for a while.

You were so tired.

Stumbling a little, it almost broke you, almost pulled the barely contained sobs and tears from your throat.  A voice kept niggling at the back of your mind, one that told you that Fili had been sick, that he hadn't been aware of what he was doing, but then another part of you then shrank back at the anger you'd seen in his eyes and you had to try and shake the memory free.

You wanted to tell him you loved him, just as he had told you, but the feeling of terror that filled you when you thought of it had held you back.  Now, it was never going to happen.

The sob broke free now and you collapsed, unable to walk any further, unable to bear the weight on your shoulders, unable to shake off the exhaustion any longer, the emotional and physical exhaustion.

You curled up in the grass and wept.

By the time you felt enough to move again, night had well and truly fallen, causing you to shiver and suddenly feel very alert.

The danger was always greater at night.

You felt foolish, felt like you should have just forced yourself to keep going on to Beorn’s, there, you would have at least been somewhat safe, you would’ve been able to rest easily, if he allowed of course, but you would’ve at least been away from the risks of the night.

It was hard to feel safe in the open plains, at least before you’d had trees and woods and uneven paths.  Now, there was only openness.

There were noises reaching you now, noises that sent ice through your veins and you started moving, started going anywhere expect where those noises were.  Those noises meant danger and you had to be safe, you had to get anywhere else to be safe.

The tears started again and you did your best to control it, to keep moving and not let everything swallow you up again, a hand resting on the blade at your belt.

The screech cut through the air loudly and you started to run.

It was foolish, you felt so foolish, having let yourself get into this situation, hearing the pursuers get closer and closer, no matter how fast you seemed to run.  It was only a matter of time and you knew you were going to have to stand and fight.

There was a brief whistle through the air before a startled scream left your lips, staggering and falling at the arrow now piercing your leg, snapping off as you collapsed to the ground.

You had barely enough time to pull out your blade to defend yourself from the incoming blow, barely enough time to think through the pain as you fought against the orc that had managed to catch up to you, others quickly approaching.

Your blade sank deeply into its chest and you managed to struggle back to your feet, struggle to hold your blade up in front of you, on guard.

With a sinking feeling in your stomach as you eyed the five orcs quickly approaching, you realised that this would likely be your end today.

Your mind wondered back to Fili.

A shuddering breath left you and you fought, fought with everything you had left, every muscle burning, the wound throbbing angrily in your leg, and with each blow, you knew it was only a matter of time.

There was a heavy knock to your side and you went down, heart thudding in your ears, and for the briefest of moments, you said goodbye to everything.

But another shout was in the air, one that dragged the orcs attention away from you, and with another breath, you collapsed.

There was a pair of hands on you, someone was shaking you and you groaned against the fogginess and the pain.

“Y/N!”

The voice was loud but also so far away.

“Come on!”

It was so familiar, something that had comforted you once.

“Get up,” The hands pulled you and your world shifted as your arm was thrown over their shoulder, the other supporting your waist as he walked.  “No one is dying here today!”

“Fili…” His name was weak on your lips, the familiarity registering with you finally, everything feeling sluggish and slow.

“I’ve got you,” His voice was firm, but it was different from last you remembered, it was kind again, filled with worried.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fili…” It was all you could manage, tears filling your eyes as you felt darkness crawl back into your mind.

“I’m here Y/N.  I’m me, I promise.”

The next thing you remembered was awakening in a bed, it was warm and welcoming and was a good numbing against the pain that your body was in.

It took a long moment to convince yourself to open your eyes, that you were actually alive and, from what you could tell, okay.

The world swam a little and you couldn’t help but let out a small groan, feeling sick, and a blurred figure stepped forward, making you tense.

Fili came into focus, his expression slightly relieved, but worried.  “Hey.”

Your voice came out small, your heart racing, not sure how to take this.  “Hey.”

Fili sighs and sinks onto the bed next to you.  “You’re safe now.”

You remained silent, not sure what to say and worried about what he was going to say.  It hung heavily in the air between the two of you for a long moment.

“Where are we?”  You asked softly.  It seemed foolish, but at the moment it was better than where your own thoughts were leading you.

“Beorn’s,” Fili said, not meeting your eye.  “He’s allowing us to stay for as long as we need.”

You nod, but it hurt, making you sigh and sink a little further into the bed, closing your eyes to try and shut everything out.

Fili shifts slightly and after another moment, finally talks. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

You don’t answer.  You don’t trust yourself too.

“I mean it,” Fili continued.  “If I have to spend my whole life making it up to you, I will.  I will do anything and everything for you, you mean more to me than anyone ever has before and I was foolish and blind to throw that away so blatantly.”  He sighs heavily.  “Watching you leave broke me, and it freed me too, and I’m so, so sorry that it came to that. I should have been stronger for you, and it’s something that I will never forgive myself for.”

Another moment passes and Fili shifts again, you feel his hand hover over yours for a moment before it lightly rests over it.  You didn’t flinch, but you still didn’t make any response, not sure yet of how you could.

Fili’s voice dropped lower.  “If you want me to go, if you never want to see me again, please, tell me now.  I won’t blame, I can’t blame, not for something that is my own doing, but please, I just need to know.”

You opened your eyes again but you couldn’t look at him, your heart racing a little, sure that he could feel it under his hand as his eyes searched your face, waiting for you to answer.

You loved him, more that anyone, you had known that for some time now, but the pain beating at you, the fear, you weren’t sure that that could be undone.

“Please Y/N,” Fili’s voice is broken and you drag your gaze to his, seeing the sincerity in his eyes even as a tear rolled down his cheek.  “Please.”

“Thank you for saving me,” You said softly.  “Thank you for coming after me.”

“I had to,” He said.  “I don’t think I could’ve lived with myself if those had been the last words between us.” He sighs and you could see how weary he was, it clear he had been sleeping about as much as you.  “I have never run so fast in my life and for the longest time I despaired that I wouldn’t catch up with you, that I’d be too late in finding you, and to think I almost was…”

You felt the shiver through him and your heart ached.  “This won’t be an easy thing to just fix Fili…”

Fili nods.  “I know, but if you’ll allow me, I’ll spend every day trying to.  We can take our time, work through whatever you need.  I don’t care about thrones and gold and politics and war.  It’s you Y/N, and only you.”

It was going to be hard, you knew that, but recovery always was, there was never anything easy about it, and you knew, just as you knew from the moment that you’d met Fili, that he was worth it.  He proved to you over and over again that you had the strength to do more than you thought you could ever do.

Carefully, you rested your other hand on top of his, it answering his earlier question, even as your eyes filled with tears.  “I love you Fili.”

His expression softens and he lets out a small sniff, breaking his gaze away from yours as more tears began to run down his cheeks, his hand trembling a little in yours.  “I love you too.”

Then, you both start to weep in earnest, and after a moment Fili curled up into your side on the bed, both of you just holding each other. It was going to be long journey forward, but both of you knew that you could work together to get through it.

Maybe one day, it would all just be a bad dream.

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Firbolg x Reader Fanfic - TAZ Graduation

This is in response to a request from @aliveandkickingsstuff. Thank you!!

Request: So I fucking love the new Adventure Zone Graduation podcast and I have unfortunately fallen in love with the big Firbolg sweetheart and I would happily die for him.

I would love a fic with him, maybe a druid reader who's kind of shy about their magic since it's kind of based on seasons? Like colder magic in the winter, flowers in the summer ect. And anyway, they just meet the Firbolg and just kind of.. is infatuated and has no idea how to handle that.

“Oh my. Sir Firbolg, I had no idea. It‘s an honor to meet you.”

You hear the centaur’s words from your hiding spot in the barn’s loft. You’re nestled in a pile of loose, clean hay, wiping tears from your eyes and just enjoying the solitude. 

It’s been...a lot. Leaving home for the first time. Coming to this school bustling with students more talented and intimidating than you. Living with two strangers--who seem nice enough, but also seem to just *fit in* here without even trying. You’re tired and overwhelmed and homesick and you just need a minute to yourself when you come across the barn and see the ladder leading up to the empty loft.

The conversation below continues and you creep forward to the open edge of the loft and peer down surreptitiously. It really is a Firbolg! You’ve never seen one in person before but your father has told you stories of the reclusive giant-kin. They’re stronger than bears and bigger too. They don’t like to mix with other races, but it’s said that their knowledge of nature and it’s magic surpasses even the most learned druids. To hear these words from your father is an indication of their veracity. For your father is a powerful druid who is very prideful of his wisdom and skills. Too proud perhaps, you think with a tiny sigh. You know he’s disappointed that you haven’t learned to grow and manage your powers as he did. 

Below, you watch as Hernandez shows the Firbolg a tiny baby pegasus in one of the stalls. 

“...I fear she’s been orphaned,” the Centaur explains, “...do you have any insight?”

You watch with rapt wonder as a shimmer of magic halos around the Firbolg’s impressive mane of hair. And then he sits down beside the pegasus, takes the tiny creature into his arms and speaks in words you can’t understand, but they’re soothing all the same. The language is strange and beautiful and the pegasus seems to respond to his words! Your father’s tales are true. This man can effortlessly talk to animals!

A smile tugs at your lips as you watch him stroke his massive hands along the tiny animal’s spine. The Firbolg is huge, easily 8 feet tall and almost as wide as the horse stall where he sits. And yet he cradles the pegasus with such tenderness and care. There are flowers and bits of undergrowth stuck in his tangled hair, he wears a cowl and tunic that seem to be stitched together from forest materials. The overall effect is something of a cross between a bear and a tree spirit and yet you find that you’re pleased with his powerful frame and the line of his bearded jaw. His full lips part to reveal an endearing smile and you feel your heart skip a beat. He sets the pegasus down and you see that his words have worked their magic. While the creature still seems forlorn, he is picking at the hay and lapping from a bucket of water. 

As he moves out of the stall and turns to leave he raises his head and his eyes find yours. You suck in a panicked breath before ducking into the hay once more. 

You hear him lumber out of the barn and call behind him, “Mhmmm...goodbye handsome centaur man. Farewell...girl in loft.”

***

The first day passes and things get easier. Orientation helps. You have a long, quiet conversation with your room’s Gary while your roommates are out after dinner and he is surprisingly comforting for a sentient gargoyle. But as classes begin you feel that ball of anxiety in your belly growing once more. You are dreading Accounting class. 

The plan was never to be a sidekick or hench person. Your father wished for you to follow in his steps--to walk the path of a skin changer, learning how to change yourself into the forms of every animal in the forest and how to channel elemental magics to protect your home and your people. He was thrilled when your powers first manifested in adolescence. But as the years went by and you never developed abilities beyond accidentally freezing your bedroom in winter and killing all the potato plants at Summer’s end...plans changed. He thought coming to Wiggenstaff might provide you with an education that could help you develop and manage your meager powers and learn a valuable trade. Once you proved to be such a magical weakling...he was no longer interested in training you himself.

And accounting...accounting is not something your Druid father ever taught you. The walk to the classroom feels like a doomed march, but then you step inside and see the Firbolg man from the barn sitting in the last row and absolutely dwarfing the student desk in front of him. You can’t help beaming as you walk along the row of desks and take a seat next to him. He turns to greet you and you see his eyes light with recognition. You’re so glad you’d dug out your book of forest lore the night before and scoured it for references to Firbolgs. You’d learned that they do not choose to take names--which could make conversation rather tricky, you think. Well, you decide to be brave and plunge forward.

“Hi,” you say brightly and continue less certainly, “...One Who Comforts Pegasi. I’m Y/N.”

The Firbolg’s eyes gleam with pleasure at your choice of greeting and he rumbles out your name in his impossibly deep voice. It sounds like the voice of a mountain. The seats aren’t particularly close, but his massive frame extends out so far that you’re actually sitting only a few inches away. You can feel his body heat and smell his surprisingly fresh scent. He smells like the forest on a cold autumn day. You’re suddenly aware that you’re sitting here musing about his scent as the class starts and you berate yourself. You cannot be this smitten with someone you’ve only just met. And a Firbolg...they don’t usually come into society like this or interact with outsiders at all, you are sure he could never return your interest. 

The class is an utter fiasco. You can’t help but smile sympathetically as the Firbolg struggles violently with the concept of economics. It’s all rather vague and incomprehensible to you as well--you’re just less vocal about it.

As the class lets out the Firbolg groans as if he’s in physical pain.

“Hey,” you say and shyly place a hand on his giant forearm. It’s as big as your calf! “You’ll get there. This stuff isn’t easy for me either.”

“Mhmmm…” he grunts in response. “Is…..nonsense.”

You laugh. Your hand is still resting on his forearm and you rub it comfortingly, “We can help each other study, how about that?”

The Firbolg looks down at your delicate hand resting on his tough, bluish skin. The contrast is startling but somehow pleasing to him. He slowly grins and his eyes flick up to yours. That smile again. 

Oomf...you are definitely in trouble. 

A/N: I may write more parts if there’s any interest and I get the inspiration??