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Acorn Castles

Ok, here is the Firebender series. I know! I finally finished it after having been swamped with ideas for other series. :D

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Bruised and bloody you sat by the stream waiting on the Dwarves to finish bathing for your turn. None of the Dwarves wished to see you in pain or so badly afflicted by training. Dwalin out of all of them bore the weight the hardest, silently wringing the blood stain from his knee on his pants from a move ending with his leg hitting you in the nose. There was little faith when Gandalf showed up with your shivering wide eyed self to BagEnd after having wrangled another innocent bystander into the mix of his Journey claiming you would be the perfect Dragon Slayer.

A life of isolation on a tiny island with nothing but snow, snow and more snow a prank from the other young adults in the village ended with your being sent out to sea on a patch of ice. Another world where you should have been raised from firmer stuff but you were a scientist, a dreamer child of the two top researchers in protection of whales and all Arctic life leaving you less than popular for their impressions of the villagers who had been there forever holding less than factual impressions of each creature you came across.

It was decided to train you up as you couldn’t be left alone and no matter how hard you were hit even by accident you always got up and even once made Dwalin impressively scoot back half a foot in a full body slam at his urging leaving you groaning on your back in the collapse after. A rousing round of claps and cheers sure didn’t help your dislocated shoulder Oin was less than gentle in twisting back into place triggering a three day death of your arm unable to be rotated at all issuing warnings to him not to mend your dislocations that way again, because they knew it would occur again.

You were never greatly overweight, but in the surface of the water it was as if you were looking at a stranger. Thin and lean with dips and curves tracing each burning torn muscle throbbing to warn you of its injuries through each movement. Even in drying you could feel the silhouette of your figure had altered beyond what you had assumed possible. Not that you lacked motivation, you had scores to any task you wished to take on, merely when it came to fitness you preferred having a trainer or workout buddy, something severely lacking back home where you had no friends except for your giant fluffy bear dog now splashing through the lake following Thorin’s raven Roac. He loves to run and so the treadmill was your go to for cardio, something now helping at least to keep you from a heart attack through the body morphing wrestling and weapon training bouts.

Using your severely blistered hands bundled in sturdy unforgiving bandages small smooth stones were gathered up and in a circle you began to build the first house. Always while the men bathed or hunted for supper once you had been guarded through gathering wood or water on your own you would be found creating tiny villages with stones, clover, moss, twigs, leaves or any other items you might find around camp. Each day growing more extravagant with crude shovels from sticks used to carve out little lakes or streams through the town stirring soft grins onto your face. The act itself childish from the days of their youth stirring memories from each Dwarf of their own building blocks from days long gone, yet the act all the more admirable to them as it showed along with your adamant resolve that there were similarities between your races and upon that you might just find comfort in Erebor.

“Uncle, she’s doing it again.” Kili murmured in Khuzdul using his arm in a faked scrub of his face and hair to block the movement of his mouth.

“I see that,” Balin replied while Thorin wrung out his hair on the bank slowing himself to dry a bit more before pulling on his pants. Always as the leader he had to inspect his Company, even the ever unwelcoming Bilbo who did all he could to puff up and make certain it was known he did not take kindly to stares. You had shared that back home you would often wake up with small bruises without source. But the truth was far from comforting as through training they could find hand prints and large swollen bruised chunks of your body often leading to one or more of them to have to excuse and re-gather themselves from bursting into tears for the pain them in their stronger physiques had put upon you.

He hated this, but you would never survive if you were not trained, even in speaking often found to be too shy to meet the eye of those who spoke to you around the dinner fire. Gaze forward making certain not to impose. Not to be a hindrance. Not to create extra work for the Dwarves who made note of every accomplishment. Including the first time you could lift the saddle of your horse on your own halting Bofur and Bifur from assisting you on dressing him every day that stirred a wide smile from yourself to the ground in a silent moment of self pride bolstering the mood of the men on the beginnings of that gusty unpleasant day.

“Ah, a fine village, is that your former home?” Bilbo asked, the Hobbit’s arrival at your side had the Dwarves’ beards bristling as they didn’t notice his departure and from irritation on the chance you might be hindered from your silent hobby of assumed he was ridiculing you.

“Oh, no. There’s a game, back home, where you get to build your village and there are these houses with animals in them and you can go through the island fishing and collecting fruit and digging up treasure. I usually just recreate the layouts from the different versions I saw in a book on the game.”

Bilbo grinned inching closer on his knees helping to secure a tiny fence you secured the end of by winding another blade of grass to bind it to the twigs around it. “Well a fine job you are doing if I might say so. Built many a fairy dwelling myself in my Fauntling days.”

“Well, way I see it, if I build a Kingdom a day from here to Erebor I might be strong enough to face a Dragon.”

Bilbo patted your arm, “That is a marvelous plan. Perhaps I might take up building myself to practice planning on burgling a hoard. Confidence is half the effort, well concluded.”

Smirking to yourself as the words sank into the hearts of the hushed Dwarves you said, “Or at the very least I could fib and say I have experience in building to make it on a work crew. Lord knows there will be plenty to rebuild if it’s how I picture it. Dragons aren’t very slender creatures, all tail and wings bound to knocked a wall or two.”

Bilbo asked, “Any clue on how to face him yet?”

“Well, one would hope he has just left when we arrive, but fill a hand with dirt the other with wishes, which fills faster. What my Dad always said.” It wasn’t pride in your tone but pain, they could all feel the pain those words inflicted on you, how harshly they resonated and now they all had a deep ache to ensure any wish of yours possible to fulfill they would ensure came true. “Truth is, our Lords and Princes slew our Dragons to the last one proving their might. There isn’t much known about them to the public past they are gone now.”

Bilbo wet his lips seeing your melancholy gaze to the moss roof you were adding to a little bridge with a road underneath to help with rainwater collection, “Why does that make you sad?”

Glancing up you shook your head saying, “It seems you can’t throw a stone without hitting someone or a people with a terrible tale to tell about the Fire Nation, where I came from. Nothing but cinders and burnt bloody paths to bring about our glorious empire.” His hand extended to land on your knee drawing your eyes to his, “We’re not all bad. Some of us are just trying to make it day to day while our soldiers are out ruining our honor. We used to be so great, so good, that’s why the dragons gave us their fire in the beginning. And we repayed them by hunting them down and mounting their heads on our temple walls.”

Bilbo shook his head while the Dwarves just about were ready to cry for this truth they were just learning, “You are not bad. Farthest thing from it. There is no Fire Nation here, you are from the Shire.” He said nodding his head, “Consider yourself an honorary Baggins. I’m certain together we can see the end of that greedy old dragon, hopefully he’s long to bones when we get there, but in these lands our Dragons from what I’m told give naught but grief and destruction, no fire givers here. Two separate buckets entirely.” That drew a weak try for a chuckle from you and he wet his lips asking the question burning at him, “How did you end up all alone where Gandalf found you?”

“Oh,” you sighed out, “My father angered the Fire Lord so he banished us to a Northern Water Colony in the middle of a tundra of an island. The other children despised me, for where I came from, what they thought I was. But my parents were scientists, studied the animals and plants, what little there was. One day they must have snuck in unhitching my wagon from the trailer and left me and my dog out on a block of ice not realizing it’d break off and send me out to sea.”

“Varmints!” Dwalin growled drawing your eye a moment luring mutters of his try to not rant about how they didn’t deserve your company or presence on their island at all for treating you as such.

“Wasn’t all bad, I got big Bo out of the move. He doesn’t mind my company.”

“Trolls have the ponies,” Fili whispered to Kili only to have them flinch when you whispered behind them.

“What are trolls?” They both looked at you and you asked, “Like live under bridges, Trolls? We only have those in stories. How do you fight them?”

Kili, “Best way is daylight, but that’s hours off yet.”

“Boggins!” The pair said and rushed off to fetch Bilbo.

Under furrowed brows your eyes narrowed finding the ponies and from behind a tree you eyed a giant bubbling cauldron for a stew. All at once Bilbo was suddenly upside down gripped by a hand without a source and in the moment of deliberation whether or not to disarm to the order of the invisible Troll the men all seemed to be looking up at. Hard and fast you raced out and slammed your feet into the cauldron sending it onto the now screaming trio you caught faint slivers of from the scalding liquid sliding down their bodies. While the Company had gathered to catch Bilbo, who was sent flying your eyes scanned over the clearing to your quickening breaths asking, “Where are they?!”

The last of the liquid had lessened to where you could barely make it out in the campfire aiding in shadows to blot out their heavy steps in the grass, “What does she mean?” Gloin asked stirring questioning mutters from the Dwarves.

A swing of an arm straight for your head had Thorin shouting, “Down!”

You complied and Bifur asked, “You can’t see them? At all?”

“Sunlight,” you muttered, “Turn around! Cover your eyes!” A hand back to the campfire through a deep inhale spurred on a stunning back flip away from the invisible trio and in a wave of arms to a pausing position with hands joined outstretched in front of you the Dwarves’ mouths dropped to the wave of fire flying from the wood to your palms. A circle of your hands and a wave like motion of your arm to your right to a lift of your leg to ease it back close to a lunge began the circle of the brightening flames behind your back. The swing of your left arm came with a pendulum spin with your leg kicking up as your torso dropped to rise again, a quarter of a pirouette motion with your leg came before another dropping spin with arms guiding the flames to spark up. Fingertips gliding through the wall of flames stirring up blips of lightning while the Trolls shielded their eyes and the Dwarves turned while Bilbo hid himself behind Bombur.

Brighter and brighter in the distance the Elves on guard took notice of the sunlit bubble just hours to midnight. Deep breaths to the dimming of the light had the group peeking out to watch your final paused pose with palms sliding together in front of your chest through the drop of your foot to plant beside your other foot. Bilbo asked in his inching step out, “Fire Nation? You, didn’t mean, literal fire the Dragons gave you?”

“Well,” you said then wet your lips that only stayed dry like the rest of your mouth. “We have an internal flame, I’m only self trained. Dad hated benders, having worked so long under them.”

Dwalin, “benders?”

“Those in the Fire Nation who can control fire. My parent’s were non-benders I couldn’t tell them. But there was no shortage of books to sneak from the library on bending techniques.”

Thorin just about hummed out, “You can control fire? Does Gandalf know of this?”

“No.” A whine from Bo turned your head to find him dragging a sack of potatoes you claimed and opened, “Potatoes?” That had the search for treasure on lit by a torch from the campfire you had sent the flames back to. Inside the hoard from the food you followed Thorin’s call to bring you over.

“Miss Pear, here,” your eyes fell to the twin blades and bow with a quiver he packed for you with arrows from several other half packed quivers found within the hoard. “These are more suited for someone your height, Elven made by the looks of it, light and sturdy. Might not trust the lot, but the forest dwellers can smith a fine blade.”

“Thank you,” to your braid hanging frayed over your chest his eyes sank making yours as well, “Something on me?”

Catching those same silver flecked purple eyes looking down at him he shook his head stealing another glance to your dusty dirtied wild curls normally in a shimmering white with speckles of tiny hues of colors temptingly close to opals under direct moon or sunlight nearly driving the Company to requesting a lock of it to treasure always. “Just, your braid has seen better days. I must ask though, did your parents have hair similar to yours?”

“Oh, no. Mother had the curls, but she went into labor while a volcano erupted and sought shelter in a temple for the spirit of the magma. When I was born my eyes and hair were like this.” Down your gaze shifted and you added, “Part of why I was decided to wed my betrothed.”

Balin, “You we’re separated from your lover?”

Locking eyes on him you shook your head, “I’ve never met Turok, his father once in passing when I was a child. He was a General and spoke to the Fire Lord who proclaimed the match.”

Thorin’s brows furrowed, “The Fire Lord proclaimed your match?”

You nodded, “Anyone of standing in the Fire Nation weds who the Fire Lord chooses for us.”

“That’s absurd!” Came at once from the Company and Bombur said, “And terribly cruel. Did you find one you wished to marry but could not?”

“No, I was sent to an all girls school once my match was set and I was secluded from any males outside my bloodline. Until we got sent to the Water Tribe village that is. There was no risk of any trying to befriend me let alone try for a match with me.”

Thorin let out a growling breath and locked his eyes on yours to say, “There is a great deal of cruelty I wish to blow back onto your clan for what you have endured.”

Dwalin said, “We will ensure when we are toasting and feasting to our return you will have no shortage of dance partners.”

“Oh, well, you might have to teach me the dances. We weren’t allowed to dance until our wedding lessons for the ceremony.”

For a tense moment the group held back their comments and Bombur broke the silence, “We should load the wagon with the food we have found, what could be salvaged, then rest up for he night back at camp and move on ahead.”

Across your back Bo slept in his usual way covering most of your body comforting the Dwarves that while you had a thick fur coat too warm for the chilly front rolling in leaving you just to your bedroll and a thin blanket that you would be warm enough. Past the now statue Trolls and bunnies and foxes eating the veggies from the spilled cauldron Gandalf strolled curious of what had occurred through the night. The trunk spotted through the cover parted by his staff on the back of your wagon he had found you, Bo and your things inside of he eyed the gold and treasure that with a muttered enchantment would not be visible to any outside the Company while inside the wagon.

Drawing back his staff he continued past the wagon finding you again with the creeping sunrise seated upright on your own a bit of distance from the camp giving off a faint shimmer through your morning meditations. Another odd trait the Dwarves tolerated once Gandalf had given his best guess it was a time for reflection to see if the Valar might send you guidance on your road ahead. A stick crunching underfoot opened your eyes and he could feel your return to the present next seeing your body turn and rise to grin in the usual way and welcome him back again.

Disbelieving Gandalf eyed you with Bofur and Bifur holding your hands a few moments into Thorin’s defense of you in that if Gandalf, who brought you into this Company, doubted your abilities then he did not deserve a demanded performance of said abilities. The dispute solidifying that there would be no trip to Rivendell souring Gandalf’s mood entirely to vanishing on the wind as soon as he had arrived to try and speak with Elrond to lure the Company there.

“Don’t you lower your eyes,” Gloin said as you helped to clear up camp in readying to head out. “Stubborn Wizard should have never thought he could demand a display, you were trembling after stoning those Trolls. No need to strain yourself without cause.”

Dwalin patted your back in passing you with his saddle resting on his shoulder in a subtle sign not to back up. “Listen to him Lass, not as if the wandering folk can control our Company. Barely a month all together that Wizard has traveled with us always off on the wind. You have seniority.”

Oin came over triple checking, “You are certain you are not burned?”

“Fire is more than heat, it’s light, a living thing. I can be burned but it would take some doing and I would have to be caught off guard.”

Oin nodded passing you a kerchief with a few berries in it, “A snack, last not scavenged by critters before the looming frost.”

He walked off with your thanks and the group made certain that you made it up onto your horse with ease as Nori and Dori secures their ponies behind Gandalf’s horse to pull the wagon they shared the front bench to. South you turned and for days stealing glances back when pausing for breaks distant echoes of more horses kept luring your attention to the empty distance even through the start of another deluge. Grumpy in the wagon Bo slept or moped looking through the front window lying on top of your bags while you sat under your rain cloak trying to keep from nodding off at your body’s urge to curl up when it rained. Another adorable trait for the Dwarves who ensured to have your tent ready upon camping on rainy days to grant you a mini nap before waking you for meals.

“I heard it that time,” Ori exclaimed as you turned for the end of the green pastures towards the distant mountains with slightly rockier ground around a well worn dirt path the men claimed their kin used often when they cross these ways.

“See! I’m not crazy!”

“No one said you were,” Bombur said patting his hand on your leg to his right unable to reach your knee on your tall horse.

Thorin stayed in a huff, “Probably those Elves Gandalf was so keen on visiting. We will lose them in the pass to the Mines.”

“What’s that like?”

Dwalin, “Dark,”

Fili, “Thousands of goblins,”

Kili, “Wargs too! One of the most winding forgetful paths our kin have laid to ward off intruders.”

“Sounds cozy,” Bilbo muttered and Thorin glanced back at you with a nod of his head, “If you feel up to it you could ride up with us up front.”

“I’m good back here out of your way. You know the path. Besides I have a habit of startling my horse friend here still.”

Lowly he chuckled and turned forward remembering the time a you had woken up from another rainy day nap and made your horse rear up sending you hard onto your back in the mud after your full body jerk to a leaf hitting your face. “Change your mind just trot on up.”

Dark and full of screeches the pass stretched on and on. When a glowing breath of a tiny flame behind your hand to peek at your pocket watch on your lap signaled for the night to camp in the pitch black cavern. A small cave was located and thanks to your flame between your palms it was lit up for all to sit inside once two axes were used to secure the cover for the entrance.

Between Bifur and Bofur you crept to the dark lapping river announcing its location even in the dark, another silent marker for their kin who unlike you and Bilbo had a clear view of the path with their eyes so tuned to the dark. Listening between shuddering breaths uncertain of when you had ever been in a place so dark stirring up a fear you didn’t want to admit their kind could not understand as the darkness was not debilitating to them. By feel alone each water skin was lowered into the frigid waters bubbling until full signaling your move to fill the next. “What is that?” You asked eyeing a glint in the distance to your right upstream.

By the sound of their collars shifting you knew they eyed the path to the right finding the odd glint you must be speaking of. Along the muddy ground under the surface it bumped and bobbed until wetting your lips you set the skins down to dunk your arm down nearly to your shoulder. Biting back a wince and gasp from the temperature you kept reaching seeing it was lower than your hand causing your knees on the edge of the river to slide. Onto your belt securing your over shirt the pair took hold to keep you on the shore watching your shift back as the slimy muddy mess with the glowing core came closer to the surface. “It’s slimy,” You muttered and from the hard rocky edge of the stream your other hand lowered to start scrubbing only brightening the area. Hastily Bifur removed his cloak to dangle around the water above your heads and hands blocking some of it. Above the surface the brightly glowing stone with a milky galaxy of glittering mist and waves in spectrums of colors shifted in your palms now fully cleaned narrowing the pupils of the awed Dwarves and yourself. Their focus shifted to returning to the cave as you asked, “What sort of stone is this?”

Bofur said, “Best take it inside.”

“Right,” You said hastily plopping it though the neck of your shirt darkening the world to you again for Bifur to re-secure his cloak around his neck. “Sorry.”

Bofur patted your back translating Bifur’s signing, “No apologies, we admired it as well. Quite a treasure you found there.”

Water skins were gathered up and to the cave the pair guided you to find the Dwarves smirking taking notice of your soaked sleeves. “Fall in?” Kili chortled out to Fili’s snickering.

Bifur however signed that you had found something and mouths dropped with Gloin saying, “Glowing stone? What stone?”

After ensuring the cover was secured behind you, awkwardly you dug into your outer shirt to bring out the lemon sized stone filling every crack of the cave with brilliant light. Dropping the jaws of the Dwarves who each tenderly took their chance to inspect it while Bilbo straightening up the blanket he had set down for your spot to keep a chill off you from the freezing stone similar to his spot. At his side you heard the debating Dwarves unable to come to a conclusive name for the stone that as Bilbo finally got his turn he asked noticing the tears in your eyes at another glance to the swirling colors inside that had quickened and slowed by how far it was from you. “Miss Pear, why are you crying?”

Post subtle sniffle you answered, “I don’t know why, but there’s something about it that makes me sad. Like an old memory.” Ori beside you patted your back and you said shaking your head, “Maybe it’s like something from an old story sparking up in my head.”

Ori, “I used to cry seeing gourds, took me a while before I remembered about this one scene of parted lovers from a tale our Amad told us when we were little. It will surface in time.” He smiled as you glanced his way, grinning to his, “You will see.”

Dwalin said, “Might be able to wrangle up something to help cover that if you like.”

“No, I have an idea.” The men got to fixing dinner while subtly you crept out to dig in the hoard from the Troll trunks. With a handful of copper cups full of white gold coins and a white gold chain the men smirked seeing you sit on the cold dirt by the ponies napping in the safe warm cave that with your hands you dug a hole just a bit larger than the stone lighting the activity.

Hot and hard into your palms you blew licks of flames until you felt the right temperature to lift the first coin you flattened to their awe to fill what they realized was a mold in the dirt. Steadily the hole was filled until the back was forged. Next the first cup was heated and using the dagger in your boot thin strips like wire were set aside then woven into a pair of trees. The trunk spiraled splitting into smaller groups of spiraled branches reaching to the edges matching the shorter roots. Then against the back you used your water skin to clean and polish smooth with more flames from between your lips and hard pressed of your sore but finally blister free fingers. Each motion skilled after years of trinket forging on your room while the other children played outside.

Actions luring the Dwarves into a trance the tree now heated was pressed into the white gold and set aside to cool. The other side of the stone would be covered with copper with the coins flattened and cut to weave another tree pressed into the front. That through the tiny holes they had noticed you wet your lips and with the tweezer kit Nori had passed you strips of both copper and white gold was woven into hinges and a hidden securing lock on the other side along with a harnessing loop to hook into the chain. In securing the stone inside your new locket you couldn’t help but giggle to the claps from the Dwarves who each took a turn inspecting the craftsmanship of the impressive bit of jewelry.

Balin, “You will make a fine jeweler, Miss Pear.”

“Perhaps for fun, I doubt I could make a living from lockets.”

The Dwarves scoffed and took to sharing the history of their kin surrounding jewels including shared bits of jewelry tucked on their persons that each had accomplished forging themselves for certain markers in their growth with the youngest trio showing woven bracelets yet to be old enough to be trusted alone to the forges just yet. Around your neck the chain settled and the locket rested surprisingly light to your chest as Thorin said, “Well maneuvered on the hinge as well, not a sliver of light to be found.”

“Well wouldn’t be a good way to pay you back if I got us killed out here by giving us away.”

His sentimental grin widened and he hummed, “I look forward to uncovering more of your hidden talents in Erebor.”

Pt 2

#Fallen to Middle Earth #Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Fire Bender

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luna-redamancy · 5 years ago

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home- Part Eleven

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“Thranduil, you need to accept that she’s gone and is never coming back,” Thranduil’s advisor spoke softly as to not anger the king with the infuriating words that slipped past his lips. Thranduil was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, his hair greased to his head like he hasn’t bathed in days. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth.

Thranduil couldn’t focus on himself, his only focus was you, your wellbeing, your whereabouts, if you were alive or not.

“Bold of you,” Thranduil began, his voice icy where you might expect it to be emotional. “-To assume that I will give up on finding out what happened to the love of my life,” Thranduil’s words ended off in a growl, his fist clenching as he raised his eyes to glare at the elf before him.

“Now leave my throne room before I behead you where you stand,” Thranduil’s voice never wavered, it was just straight venom as his royal advisor was quick to leave the room, knowing he went too far with his ‘advice’.

The room became silent, Thranduil’s mind drifting as he rested his head on his fist, staring at everything yet nothing at the same time.

“Why’re you so pouty, my king?” You asked with a teasing smile on your lips as you entered the throne room, your hair pulled back into a thick braid, your dress long and (f/c), wrapping delicately around your form as you strolled into the throne room.

Thranduil sat with his chin resting on top of his fist, a glower formed on his face, his eyebrows knit together in what? You didn’t know. But you were going to find out.

Taking his silence as a go-ahead, you slipped your hands over his shoulders, rubbing carefully. “I think you need to relax, you worry too much,” You cooed, moving to press a kiss to his forehead, only to knock your nose against his crown.

A small chuckle left Thranduil as he pulled off his crown, leaning his head back to stare at you.

“Better?”

“Much,” You mumbled, now moving to kiss him, your lips locking together as his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

Sighing happily when you two parted lips, you smiled softly. “Everything works out in the end, if it’s not working out, then it simply isn’t over,” You cooed, now cupping his cheek as you stared at him lovingly.

“It isn’t over,” Thranduil recited, eyes now coming back into focus as he stared around the room.

After days of scouring through websites, forums, books, and even the yellow pages, you found a possible helping hand.

“Alvina, the lady of magic and wonders,” You recited the name you found, her name rolling off your tongue as you realized one thing. “Alvina…Meaning ‘Elf-Friend’,” Your lip quirked up for the first time since you’ve been gone, amusement filling your eyes.

“If it’s a scam then I’ll just keep researching other possibilities,” You told yourself as you fought internally. One side of you wanted to throw yourself at this woman’s knees and beg for help, another side of you thought you were crazy for even considering going to such a ‘sham’.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes focused on the artesian looking sign in the glass door saying “Welcome”.

“It’s now or never,” You pushed your doubts aside and pulled the door open, a gentle chime letting whoever was inside of your arrival.

“Welcome,” A sultry voice called out, moving from behind a curtain of beads, a green tea smelling incense burning in the shop.

“A…Are you Alvina?” You questioned, eyes wandering over her form to take in her appearance. She was tall and thin, her hair white and pin-straight, drifting down to her waist. A soft smile played on her lips as she took you in as well.

Putting the pieces together, you realized what you were dealing with. An elf that somehow came to the universe you both are stuck in right now.

“You look bewildered,” She commented, her head tilting slightly.

“How did you get here?” You explained, wondering if she somehow arrived just as you, through a cruel twist of fate.

“What do you mean?” Alvina asked, eyes narrowing as she took a minuscule step back, the beads rattling.

“You’re an elf, your name means ‘Elf-Friend,’ tell me, how long have you been in this realm?” You questioned, keeping your eyes focused on hers, as she seemed to be weighing her options.

Realizing she was almost scared to say anything, you dragged your eyes away to the herbs and crystals on the shelves.

“I was put in this realm by force,” You began, letting your eyes wander. “I was the queen of the Woodland realm, my husband loved me dearly…” You felt your eyes prick with tears. “I had a child, but a babe,” You sighed before dragging her eyes over to her again.

“How did you get here?” You questioned as she seemed to settle down, her shoulders not tensed anymore, now leaning on the counter.

“Sick trick of fate,” Alvina huffed, looking over to the herbs just as you did. “I was on my way to fill up a bucket of water, my home not too far away within the woodlands, my courtee tending to our plants while I was gone…” Her lip almost began to tremble as she sighed.

“Dark magic split a hole in the realm, taking me in it, landing me in a life I never wanted.”

“How do we get back? Is there any way that we can fix this, in this realm?” You questioned, taking a step toward her.

A laugh left her throat, “You don’t think I’ve tried?! Only whatever caused this to happen can reverse it. Whatever dark magic brought this curse must be destroyed, then, and only then, would things get reversed and fate would be back on course,” She huffed, a scowl now on her face.

“Like… A dark magic ring?” Your eyebrow quirked, a knowing look crossing your face. The piece of paper you had at home, the words now burning in your mind.

“What kind of ring?”

“One ring to rule them all…”

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock.

“The ring of Sauron,” She began, “Was lost long ago, never to be seen again.”

Darting out your tongue to wet your lips you stared back at her. “Do you think a resurfacing of the ring, the ring being used, could cause this?”

You knew Gandalf believed the resurfacing of the ring could cause the spell to be reversed but you wanted another ‘magical’ opinion.

“You bet your royal ass it could.”

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate–this one doom.” Elrond began, his heart heavy with worry about the coming fate of their realm now that he has received the news of the biggest threat to peace resurfacing, the One Ring.

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lady-of-lies · 5 years ago

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King of your heart

A/N: Just one more prompt and I’m back on track!! This is just a cute little blurb written in all haste and as all the other fics I’ve posted lately it’s not at all edited, but I hope someone finds joy between the words

Prompt: “This isn’t working, is it?”

Word count: 949

Warnings: None at all!

Loki Laufeyson x reader

It was finally here! The most wonderful time of the year had finally arrived!, yeah, right, what a load of crap that was. This part of the year has not been any different from the rest besides that it now is freezing cold and you need a million layers of clothing just to step out the door. Still, you prefer this weather to the inhuman heat waves washing in on the country every summer, in your own words ‘it was hot enough to get everyone roasted’, a pun that, mind you, against popular belief had been very well received.

Even if there were a lot of things with this holiday season causing you more problems than enjoyment, there is one thing that will bring a smile to your lips every time. Figure skating, or just skating in general, if there's ice involved you were in, simple as that. When a certain god sauntered in to your life, quite literally, you didn’t know of his chilly heritage. You had found out by accident one time during the cursed summertime a few months ago, and ever since you had loved him even more. It must have been fate, if there was such a thing out there, that is.

You had been laying the groundwork for the past few weeks now, you had been sucking up to him left and right, being overly sweet, baking him those cookies he loves so much despite them being a ‘midgardian miniature’ of whatever cookies they had back in his beloved Asgardian palace. Dating a literal prince had its pros and cons, mostly pros, but when it came to normal everyday chores such as laundry or cooking he was hopeless. But you loved him nevertheless. You wanted him to come ice skating with you tomorrow, you wanted to show him the only holiday activity worth trying. It would have been an easy feat if he wasn’t as stubborn as a donkey’s backside.

You approached him with caution, much like you would a scared animal. He sat in his usual spot by the window, feet propped up on a nearby table, a book in his lap lazily kept in place with two fingers and head relaxing against a Christmas pillow. Moreover, that pillow is one of the few Christmas decorations you allowed into your home, it reflected you holiday spirit perfectly, and quite frankly summed up Loki’s entire character in two simple words “Oh deer”. Both funny and useful, the perfect combination.

You stood still, silently watching him for a while, contemplating if this really was a good idea. Your nerves were all on edge and you made a mental note to never wear a shirt with cufflinks when trying to ask important questions. It was now or never. You had to get it out before you changed your mind and just walked away again. You started with a careful yet noticeable clearing of your throat to catch his attention. He didn’t look up from the old pages of parchment but you knew he was listening to you thanks to the slight rising of his right eyebrow.

“Loki, I was uh… I was wondering… If you, might, you don’t have to by any means, but it would make me very happy if yo-”

You had started to word vomit. Great. And you would have continued on with that if you hadn’t been stopped by a curious gaze sent your way accompanied with a loud thud as the book that he had previously been reading snapped shut. His feet were no longer resting on the table and his very regal, and to be honest, somewhat degrading position, told you that you now had his full attention.

“You’re stalling, my dear. What is it?”

It was a simple sentence, yet he managed to calm you down with so little. It amazed you what effects he had on you, but right now there was no time for such thoughts right now, you had a mission to accomplish. At least that’s what you kept on telling yourself.

“I just.. uhm… wanted to ask you if you wanted to come skating with me tomorrow?”

For a minute there you thought you’d just rambled on in front of a statue or something with how still he had become. He had clearly not expected that to be the ‘very important thing’ you wanted to ask him before. The clock ticked on and on and he didn’t move a muscle. Not. A. One. Maybe you broke him? He didn’t even blink for a solid three minutes before the silence finally got to you and you, once again, started to ramble in a futile attempt to save the situation.

“This isn’t working, is it? I tried to ask nicely, maybe I shouldn't have said anything, I will just go by myself tomorrow, really, there’s no problem at all I’ll eve-”

“Will you stop talking for a second, pet? I may have been surprised by your proposition at first, but seeing as it means so much to you I’ll gladly accompany you to this ‘ice skating’ thing you talk so fondly about.”

Now that was a welcomed surprise, not like last year when you got stuck up a turkey’s ass, but that’s a story for another time. Tomorrow you would get to show loki the real reason why you adored ice as much s you did, and who knows, maybe he will come to share this love with time. You just couldn’t wait for him to realize he was a king already. He was the king of your heart.

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xxbyimm · 5 years ago

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His - Fíli x reader

Let’s get ourselves some protective and jealous Fíli today. I decided to incorporate the first prompt of the Tale teller’s 52 week writing challenge into my story for Fíli appreciation week. I do hope you enjoy!!! <3

xoxo

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Summary: Fíli is head over heels with a lady at court, and watches her during the victory feast in Erebor.

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Warnings: Mild swearing. A bit of tension, some kissing.

‘Would you like some more ale, my lord?’ the maid asked.

Fíli was sitting at the high table, the drained cup the lass had been referring to still firmly in his grip. The great victory feast had been in full swing for the last few hours and it showed: the attendees were finally starting to get drunk and the servants were struggling to keep up with the demand for ale and meat.

After tragedy struck and Smaug had taken the great kingdom of Erebor, the hall of kings had waited patiently for more than a century for the return of its’ people. No one had expected to experience another feast in this magnificent room again, but then the impossible happened. Smaug was chased away from his unrightful throne and ultimately destroyed: his carcass would lie in the depths of the Long lake forever. As some discussed the possibility of fishing up the skull of the once mighty fire-drake and hang it in this very hall as their revenge, those who actually had been there simply wished the dragon would stay hidden below the waters.

It didn’t matter, it was all in the past now. The battle of the fives armies was over and king Thorin would be officially crowned in the next few days. But most of all, the grand hall was filled with laughter, music and lively chatter once again.

But none of that cheerfulness reached the golden prince, because he hadn’t been paying attention. As a matter of fact, he did not seem to be aware of anything around him, but one. His eyes were fixed somewhere in the hall. The prince wasn’t eating and barely drinking from his cup, as he kept looking in the same direction.

‘Prince Fíli?!’ the maid tried. She was getting fed up with waiting until the dwarf prince would finally respond to her. ‘Do you want me to refill your cup?’ ‘What?’ Fíli growled as he was snapped from his ponderings. ‘Ale?’ the lass repeated while swinging the carafe in front of her. ‘Oh, yeah.’ Fíli said absentmindedly, his thoughts already drifting away again. ‘I could use a refill.’

He did not see the girl huffing indignantly at his rudeness as she left and if he had, he probably would not have cared one bit. It was unlike Fíli to forget his manners, but tonight was different. Fíli, son of Durin, had experienced enough dalliances and short-lived affaires to know what was happening to him, but yet this time it all seemed so… different. His heart was hammering in his chest uncontrollably and his head was swimming with thoughts. There was a restlessness swirling through his body that made him want to bust a move before it was too late, but a crippling fear kept him glued to his chair. He could not trust on his usual charms this time, since in his current state of mind he was unable to pursue the ladies. Not that he would want that now anyway.

For he has had the pleasure of feeling and tasting her beauty and he wanted to have it again. And as she was sitting there a bit further along the hall, enjoying the festivities with her comrades, Fíli dared not to take his eyes of her, frightened that she would vaporize on the spot if he did. She was too good to be true. All his life he had wandered the earth without this mysterious concept of the One, but now he felt it through all the fibers of his very being. This was it, the real thing.

She was laughing at someone, the dwarf in question probably telling a joke. Fíli shifted in his chair and narrowed his eyes. He could not see the guy that clearly, but any male that was located within a few feet from her could be considered a threat. Her beauty was radiating, attracting suitors from all over the hall. So far, she had chuckled at their sometimes drunken attempts to woo her, but the handsome, joke telling lad across the table had managed to catch her attention every single time.

What was so special about him anyway? Fíli watched the lad’s dark manes and groaned. If she was into the burly, moody types even his uncle would have a much clearer shot at her love than he did himself.

But still, that would not explain what happened last night…

Oh mahal, last night.

The jolt in his stomach told him neither his body nor his mind had forgotten. In fact, he had been playing the scene over and over in his head, memorizing every curve, every movement. Every word they spoke. In final, he had to conclude that she was the embodiment of perfection, a goddess in dwarf form.

Fíli gritted his teeth when he noticed that the joke telling dwarf was winking. She giggled, shook her head and looked away. Her eyes flashed over at the high table and found the prince’s gaze. His heart skipped a beat. Just twenty four hours ago, they had been a lot closer to each other. He wished he could relive it once more. As for her, she bit her lip and gave him a small, knowing smile before focusing on the dwarf at her table again. Fíli inhaled sharply. Could that mean that she felt the same? Was the trying to say…?

Oh. No, it probably was a wild guess. She had continued talking animatedly with that joke telling lad once more. He probably had imagined the whole thing anyway…

‘Hey, idiot!’ Someone was jabbing at his arm, pulling him from his contemplations. ‘What now?!’ he snapped. Kíli was crouching next to him, smiling. ‘Nice to see you too, bro.’ he smirked. ‘What do you want?’ Fíli asked suspiciously. He knew his brother all too well and when those dark puppy eyes were glistering mischievously, it always meant trouble was coming.

A lot of trouble.

The whole mountain better prepare and hide away until the worst was over. ‘Nothing special…’ his brother shrugged. ‘I just noticed you were ogling that pretty lass over there for hours at an end, so I figured I should ask you what’s going on.

This was just great. If even his brother, the world’s biggest ignorant oaf had noticed, he could assume that the whole hall by now knew of his lovesick behavior.

‘It’s nothing.’ Nevertheless, he could try to divert the predator anyway. ‘I wouldn’t call those smoldering looks you’ve been giving her all evening nothing…’ Kíli grinned. ‘’Did you fuck her already?’ ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’ Fíli objected, hoping his face wouldn’t betray him. ‘Would Tauriel approve if you talked about her this way?’ ‘Certainly not.’ The youngest Durin agreed. ‘But she’s not within earshot, so I’ll be safe.’ ‘I still don’t know how you got her to fall in love with you.’ Fíli muttered. ‘I’m not sure either. But we were talking about you and your new fling.’ ‘There’s nothing to tell.’ Fíli ensured his brother. ‘And that’s the end of it.’ ‘You sure you’re not going to pursue her love?’ Kíli inquired. ‘Because it looks like she’s got a lot of suitors anyway…’

Fíli looked up to the spot she had been occupying for the last hours, only to see her disappearing through the doors of the hall with none other than the joke telling lad. Her h/c hair was bouncing on her shoulders, the green dress complementing her delicious curves.

No, not today. He had just found her for Mahal’s sake!

Fíli smacked down his cup on the table, the ale splattering on the wooden surface. He moved abruptly, the chair he had been sitting in shrieking loudly as he stood up. His ears were ringing, the vein in his temple pulsating. Somewhere in the distance he heard his brother cursing him.

But Fíli didn’t give a fuck that the other guests at the high table were staring at him as he stormed away from the hall. He did not care that in the process he almost ran over three servants who were carrying heavy plates with food. It didn’t even occur to him to apologize. He was seeing red, hot raging fury spreading through his veins and corrupting his thoughts.

He could handle a lot and he would have understood if she did not want to put a name on it yet. In the end she was his now. She could talk with anyone she wanted, but leaving with someone else…

That was it.

He could not believe that she really intended to get nice and cozy with another guy just hours after he had laid with her. She owed him at least an explanation, and it better be a sensible one.

But by the time he reached the entrance of the hall, she and her new lover were gone. The prince stormed the staircase towards the rooms he knew her family was staying in. His boots were thumping on the stone steps as he ascended the stairs towards her family’s quarters. Fíli was beside himself. Had he simply served as a rebound? Would he have to settle with the memories of a mind-blowing one night stand? He had given her his everything, and he got nothing to show for it.

No, he could not stand this any longer. He had to know. She was going to tell him the truth.

So when he slammed the door that connected the corridor with the staircase shut and saw her walking towards his left, he took a sprint to catch up with her. The joke telling suitor was nowhere to be seen, which probably was a good thing.

‘Y/N! HOLD ON!’ he snapped. She obliged, turning swiftly to face her golden lion. ‘Fíli?’ she began with a surprised tone, but before she could say anything more the prince grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall.

Fíli had wanted to shout at her, to show her how much she had hurt him, but now she finally was in his reach again, there was only one sensible thing left to do. Their lips met in a earth-shattering kiss that made his head spin. Her body was pressed against his own and he could feel her heart beating in her chest. Her hands were clawing in his tunic, pulling him closer. His own arms had slipped around her bodice, already tugging the lace strings on the back.

But suddenly he remembered the very reason he had chased her. He pulled back, earning a protesting moan. His breathing came in harsh pants, and he had to take a moment to recover.

‘Do I mean this little to you?’ he finally managed to say. ‘Are you this superficial?!’ ‘What do you mean?’ she murmured, a frown appearing on her face. ‘Don’t play innocent!’ he retorted, anger flaring up in his abdomen. ‘You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about!’

The expression on her face changed as she did the math. Standing up straight, she met his glare. The answer was written in her eyes.

And in that instant, he knew.

Shit.

She returned his feelings and he had fucked this up royally. But how could she if she was seeing other males on the side? Fíli didn’t understand and that made him even more livid. He wasn’t going to share her with anyone, she was his and his alone.

‘Fíli, don’t be ridiculous.’ She declared. Her demeanor was controlled and an amused smile was displayed on her lips, but the fire in her e/c eyes was unmistakable. ‘Me?’ he scoffed. ‘You’re the one who seems to be quite busy!’ ‘Fíli, stop it!’ she countered. ‘You need to calm down NOW!’ ‘No. You explain yourself.’ He demanded. ‘First you’re acting like a little dwarfling.’ She scolded. ‘I’m a what now?!’ he dared, narrowing his eyes. ‘Secondly.’ she went on as if there wasn’t one enraged dwarf prince standing before her. ‘That, prince Fíli, was my brother…’

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catthefearless · 5 years ago

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Trying to process...

I just had a friend tell me something about my recent Ex husband that is leaving me hating him even more. I’m just trying to process this.

About 4 years ago #4 started working with a young beautiful PHd candidate, Kayla. He always talked about her to me but was always careful to mention her bf, Kory. #4 was always bending over backwards for her whenever he could.

I know his MO. He tried to ingratiate himself to anyone and everyone in the hopes for some sort of award afterwards. He did it with me and he did it in the SCA and it was pretty disgusting to witness sometimes. I never liked that he did that and I used to tell him so on a regular basis. He would retort he was “only trying to help.”

Flash forward to a few weeks ago. My friend Rachel whom I’ve known for awhile through the SCA was telling me something about Kayla. We realized we had another connection in our past. It seemed harmless enough. Then Rachel puts out a call for help on her FB page for help moving into her new apartment. You guessed it, #4 was right there helping her. Sometime during that time she realized who is was in relation to me and made sure to tell him on no uncertain terms was she interested in dating him (he tried flirting with her) and she’s good friends with me!! He still didn’t back off and offered more assistance another time but she managed to discourage that.

I had warmed Rachel about his behavior for helping with the hopes of a reward and she was pretty disgusted! Needless to say, she is avoiding him.

Yesterday Rachel and I were talking about Kayla and I brought up that I knew Kayla because of #4. She looked at me stunned and then asked me questions about how #4 knew her and some details. She went on to tell me about Kayla complaining about this creep at work who kept hitting on her and flirting with her despite him being married, ugly as sin, and Kayla had a steady boyfriend! He could have been nailed with sexual harassment according to what Kayla told Rachel!! I would have loved to see him explain that one!! And, being a university, it would have cost him his job.

After Rachel connected the dots, she told me the whole story. I am now so literally disgusted and hate him even more!! Another friend of mine calls it “fishing” when a married person flirts with others and is really nice in the hopes of scoring some attention. I am literally sick to my stomach right now.

This is the man who was verbally abusive to my autistic kid and screamed at him blaming him for the arguments #4 and I had!! What a piece of shit!!

I’m just trying to process this and will be discreetly spreading the word about his behavior so maybe other women in the SCA and around him will have forewarning.

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moonfaery · 5 years ago

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21 Questions tag game

I was tagged by the wonderful and talented @latent-thoughts

Nickname: Patoche (at work) Pat (one colleague of mine call me Pudding because she love Portuguese Pudding)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus sun, Moon in Cancer, Rising in Scorpio

Height: 157 cm

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor ( I made the test in Pottermore here )

Last thing googled: Shiva

Favorite musicians: Loreena McKennitt, Van Morrison,Britney, Gaga, Shakira, Metallica...

Song stuck in my head: Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic's Dream.

Following: 171

Followers: 181

Do I get asks: Not really. An occasional chain hug or compliment, which is nice.

Amount of sleep: between less 6 / 8 hours and weekends 10 hours (yeah I am lucky but I wake up early for my work so I really need to go bed as soon as I can)

Lucky number: 1111- 777 - 7 - 8 - 4

Wearing: pajamas

Dream job: Rich and stop working LOOOOOOOL

Dream trip: Asgard, Middle Earth

Instruments: none

Languages: Portuguese and French and English (a bit) (I am Portuguese and I live in France since I am a child)

Favorite song: Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic's Dream Van Morrison - Into The Mystic

Random fact: I am boring LOL

Aesthetic: magic, witches, faeries........

Tagging: @theincaprincess @lasimo74allmyworld @fassymioamor8 @fadingcoast @disneymarina @lokikingofasgardslover713 @onlyfangirlstuff @cherrygeek86

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noramey · 6 years ago

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21 Questions

Tagged by @brannonlasgalen (thank you (^_^)☺️💕)

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

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Nickname: Noramey

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 1,61 ( 5′3″ ?)

Last movie I saw: The Hobbit, “An unexpected journey”.

Last thing I googled: Opalite properties

Favourite musician: I have so many... I can’t choose only one (^_^;). It depends of the day and the mood... (Now I’m in Enya mood).

Song stuck in my head: "Centuries”- Fall out boy

Other blogs: Only this one.

Do I get asks: Nop.

Following: 281... (Wow..., more than I expected😯...).

Amount of sleep: 6-7h (9 when I get lucky).

Lucky number: Maybe 4? I’m not sure but it’s my favorite number so... (^^)

What I’m wearing: Grey hoodie sweatshirt and pajama pants.

Dream job: In a library or in a dental clinic.

Dream trip: I’m looking forward to go to New Zealand with my beloved cousin/sister @nepsury

Favourite food: If chocolate and cookies doesn’t count, I will say spanish and japanese food.

Play any instruments: I taked a few guitar lessons, but I quit in the first month (-_-;).

Languages: Spanish, Japanese, and English.

Favourite songs: This is a very big task lol, so I will do the same as @brannonlasgalen did, and randomly pick 5:

-”Dice”- Hide

-”Bound”- Karliene

-“Nocturne op.9 NO.2″- Chopin

-”Europa”- Monica Naranjo

-”A quien le importa”- Alaska

Random fact: I’m from Spain but I currently living in Japan (for almost 8 years).

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Books, woods, snow, cats, foxes, tea/hot chocolate, sparkling things...

I’m tagging @nepsury @rowan-solas @bellevox @thranduilthings @thrandurins @voiceofnature @witches--crows @shegatsby @theincaprincess @mortomary @laird-brochtuarach @ijustreallylikeelves @floranocturna @iamjaynaemarie @luna-xial @partyatmirkwood @raven-lullaby @taurnil-son-of-the-nature @floralwaterwitch @elvensoul

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theincaprincess · 3 years ago

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Elves visiting the Shire and having an If I Fits I sits mentality. That is all.

Yes! 😂

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fizzyxcustard · 5 years ago

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Under The Mistletoe.

Fandom: Real Person Fiction (Richard Armitage)

Summary: This is an amalgamation of an imagine and Christmas special idea rolled into one. My original imagine was "Imagine Richard admitting he loves you but you are adamant he’s joking and he winds up blowing up at you through your stubbornness and accusing him of being a liar." This was then requested by an anonymous reader for it to be turned into fic. So, when Richard finally has you under the mistletoe, do you believe that he truly loves you?

Pairings: Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, language

Word count: 1414

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be added to my tag lists for a particular fandom, character, or even everything, please send me an ask or a private message and I will add you. MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! ;) Like always, this may just turn into a two-parter, which in this case I’ll probably write for New Year.

Music listened to whilst writing this: Two Steps From Hell personal playlist on iTunes.

Masterlist of fan fiction here

You stepped back into your flat, shutting all the cold air out, and you walked into the warmth and comfort. The day at work had been long, exhausting and at that point all you wanted to do was get into your pyjamas, make a mug of steaming hot chocolate and watch cheesy Christmas films. The very thought that you now had a week off for the holiday made you smile to yourself, and you had gotten through the festive work meal relatively unscathed. It had taken place at a local Chinese restaurant, and the majority of your co-workers had departed from the venue intoxicated, meaning that you had been designated taxi driver for three of them. The smell of vomit was still lingering from your back seat. Anthony, the one whose undigested meal had coated your car upholstery, had offered you money for a full valet, but you declined, not wanting to embarrass him further.

All of the drama from the last week was now over. The high demand in work, office gossip, employee secrets you had been asked to keep, and you could shut it all out.

Suddenly you remembered that Richard was due to come over. Your best friend of the last two years, a handsome actor who had come into your life by pure chance. How could you have forgotten that he was visiting? The headache of the day had caused you to tune out the one thing that made you happy: Richard. When life became overwhelming, and you found it hard to walk through all the stress and struggles, he was there. A comfort. An anchor. Your source of strength.

“Oh, shit!” you cursed, checking your clock. He would be due in ten minutes and you hadn’t even vacuumed, prepared any food or washed any of your dishes and utensils. You dashed around the flat, spraying air freshener in the areas that required it, and then lit a festive candle that smelled of apple and cinnamon. As for food, what on earth would you cook? You’d forgot to call into the local supermarket on your way home.

The door knocked.

You took a deep inhale, checked yourself over in the mirror and then walked to the front door. Behind the frosted glass you could see his outline and it brought a smile to your face.

Richard looked at you as you opened the door and grinned. Immediately he embraced you. “I’ve missed you,” he said softly.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied sheepishly. “Come in,” you ushered.

He looked around the flat, smiling at your love of Christmas. The living room had a large tree in one corner, covered in gold and red tinsel, with twinkling lights shining through the branches. A candle arch was perched in your front window, stockings were hanging on your wall, toy snowmen and reindeers were positioned either side of your gas fire. A thought hit him: he wanted to have been able to decorate with you. He imagined you both laughing, twisting tinsel around each other and singing along to festive songs and wearing Christmas jumpers.

“How have you been?” Richard asked, sitting down on your sofa. You sat down in the accompanying armchair opposite.

“Work has been so busy and I forgot you were coming, so I didn’t get any food from the supermarket on my way home. I’m really sorry,” you said, rubbing your temples for emphasis. “It’s not much of an excuse, I know.”

“Sweet, it’s absolutely fine. I know your job can be stressful. Do you want to go out somewhere?”

“Yeah, if you want,” you replied, faking enthusiasm.

“I can tell you don’t want to,” Richard said with a smirk. “You’ve had a long day. I won’t stay too long.”

“No, please. I’m sorry,” you said again, feeling ashamed and guilty. “Stay as long as you want to. You can stay the night if you want to as you’ve come a long way to see me.”

A couple of minutes later and you moved into the kitchen to make drinks for yourself and Richard. You had agreed to drive to the supermarket shortly afterwards and pick up some food. You would be eating late, but you both had plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company.

By now and your mood was starting to pick up; both of you shared in chit chat about your week. Richard wrinkled his nose and laughed at the story of your colleague spewing up in your car. “Oh, it’s gets even better,” you giggled. “The other two I dropped off, Mark and Julie, are having an affair so I dropped them both off at Mark’s house and Julie’s husband later found out about it. My work is full of constant drama, seriously. Affairs, back stabbing, stealing. There’s always something going on. I keep myself out of it all. It’s like the saying in Madagascar, ‘smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.’”

“It’s the best thing you can do. Don’t comment so no one can pull you into their rubbish,” Richard replied.

You never noticed Richard messing with something in his pocket. He was smirking as he pinned the item in your kitchen doorway. Proud of himself, Richard turned back to you, thankful that you hadn’t seen what he was doing. “What’s this?” he asked, drawing your attention away from what you were doing.

“Mmm?” you replied, shifting to stand beside him in the doorway. He was pointing upwards. Your gaze turned up to see a small sprig of mistletoe hanging from the wooden doorway.

Before being able to comprehend what was happening, Richard’s lips were against yours. The kiss was soft, delicate and gradually heat began to seep into it, drawing your bodies together. Richard’s arms curled around you, pulling you gently against his larger frame. He tasted and smelled divine. Aftershave wafted up your nose, and you couldn’t help but grab his shift and pull. Your movements were becoming more passionate as your hands delved into more intimate places such as backsides and breasts. A huge stab of doubt shot through you, like a rod of ice. You pulled away.

Both of you were breathing hard.

Richard watched in surprise as you backed away, and he noticed the question in your eyes.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’m…in love with you.”

A wave of excitement crashed through your stomach, but it was soon taken over by that doubt once more. “You’re joking,” you replied. “This is just one huge joke.”

“Why the fuck would I joke about something like this?” Richard snapped; he could see the defensive nature of your stance and expression. His face contorted in anger and offence at your accusations of dishonesty.

“You don’t love me so don’t try and fool me into believing it,” you said again. Years of insecurity and mockery had caused you to build a mental and emotional dam in attempts to block out all the negativity and potential threats. And in that process, your trust had withered. There was barely any trust left inside you; everyone’s motives must be questioned because more than likely they were not in your best interests.

Richard’s eyes grew wide and he leaned towards you, his teeth bared. “Don’t you daretell me I do and don’t feel,” he growled. “I’ve been there for you every time you’ve needed someone; when everyone else has let you down, you’ve come to me. So, why the fuck would I choose to make a mockery of you?”

“You’re the same as everyone else,” you spat. “You try and gain my trust and then walk away…”

“Oh, grow the fuck up!” Richard shouted. “Not everyone out there wants to hurt you. Least of all, me. We’ve confided in each other, helped each other, but now as soon as I try and look to showing my true feelings, you close down on me. You need to learn how to stop treating people like they’re your enemy.”

Every word that Richard was speaking was true. You could not dispute the facts. He was correct. But that constant fear of rejection and mockery was chewing its way out of your gut.

“You won’t believe me, will you?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, a tear falling down your cheek.

In a flash, Richard was gone. Your front door slammed and he left you standing motionless, staring up at the mistletoe whilst tears streamed down your cheeks.

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amyf20 · 5 years ago

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Hall of Memories

first off i would just like to thank @theincaprincess for helping me out with the idea, second i know this is long, i kinda just kept writing haha so i hope you enjoy this and if you would like to request anything just drop me an ask!

Requested by: anon

Would you mind writing a oneshot where fiance!Bucky sees you being proud of an ex or like having fun with them and he gets insecure about being a burden to you?

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: none

Tag List: @theincaprincess

You sat on the sofa staring at the small bit of paper you were holding in front of you, you had been invited to your school reunion, old school memories flashed through your mind, some good some bad.

Bucky walked through the door to see you deep in thought, he dropped his bag on the floor making you jump.

“What you got there” Bucky pointed to the piece of paper you were holding.

“it's an invitation to hell” you laughed before continuing “it's an invitation to my school reunion.”

“Are you going to go?” Bucky sat beside you as you thought about it.

“I don't think I want to go”

“Why not? Its a chance to see if people have a better life than you or not” Bucky laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Well news flash, they probably do” you sighed.

You had never told Bucky about your school life, it wasn't something you ever wanted to talk about, you may have been the popular girl but it led you to a lot of bad decisions and you knew for sure that some of the people you promised yourself you would never talk to again would be there.

“Bucky i can't go” you sighed again as you pulled on your jumper.

“I think you should, maybe you will see some old friends there”

“I don't speak to my “old friends” for a reason Buck, they aren't people i would want to hang around with anymore”

“When is the school reunion anyway?” Bucky picked up the invite as he stood up.

“Tonight at 7” you buried your face into a pillow as you groaned.

“You are going!” Bucky tapped you on the shoulder as he walked out of the room.

“Okay, i’ll go but on one condition” you spoke loudly.

“What?” Bucky peeked around the door.

“You come with me”

-----

You pulled up to your old school, you sat in the car for a few minutes as you watched people walk past, some faces looked familiar to you some didn't.

“Wow these people must be rich” Bucky pointed to a girl holding a kid.

“Yep, her whole family is loaded” you sighed as you looked over at her.

“You know her?” Bucky questioned.

“She used to be one of my closest friends in high school”

You and Bucky headed inside as you joined the crowd of people you once shared these halls with, you held Bucky’s hand the whole time, you walked down the hall towards the assembly hall, you stopped once you seen your old head teacher Mrs Miller walking towards you, “hello Y/N, it's so nice to see you after so many years, how have you been?” she asked as she looked over at Bucky with a smile.

“Life has been…..interesting” you laughed as you looked at Bucky who was standing next to you smiling.

You said your goodbyes and continued walking down the hall, memories coming back to you as you pass the lockers, you walked up to your old locker and tried the code, to your surprise it was still the same after all these years, you turned to see Bucky standing with a shocked look on his face.

“Did you just break into someone's locker” his laugh rang out through the hall.

“I was curious, I didn't think the code would be the same” you were about to slam the door shut but something caught your eye, you looked down and saw your name carved into the door along with your ex’s name.

“Who’s Luke?” Bucky questioned as he looked over your shoulder.

“Nobody important” you said slamming the locker shut.

You walked through the wooden doors to be greeted by people you haven't seen for years, you and Bucky stood next to a cabinet that had photos in it from your school years, once stood out to you, it was a photo from your prom, it had everyone in your year in it, Bucky pointed to the guy next to you in the picture and looked over at the tall guy in the corner, “is that Luke?” he asked, you sigh before turning to look over at him, you looked at Bucky and then back at Luke “yeah...that's the guy who fucked up my life” you groaned out.

You walked Bucky around the room pointing out each person and telling him a story or a memory you shared with that person, you were mid sentence when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see your ex Luke with a smile on his face as he looked at you “Hey!”, you turned your head around to look at Bucky who had a grip on your waist, “Bucky this is Luke, Luke this is Bucky ...my fiance” you smiled.

“Fiance huh? Well it's nice to meet you”

“So what’s new with you Luke?” you asked.

“Well i’m in an NFL Team now, we actually just won the Super Bowl”

“Damn that must feel great, i know that was always your dream, i’m glad you get to live it” you smiled.

“Hey is it okay if I steal your girl away from you for a few minutes, I promise I'll bring her back safely” Luke leaned over to ask Bucky, he shook his head as you felt his grip loosen, Bucky kissed your cheek as he whispered in your ear “don't forget me will ya” letting out a laugh as he walked past you.

“So have you seen anyone you remember here?” Luke asked.

“A few, but not anyone I would want to reconnect with, what about you?” you looked at him as he took a sip of his drink.

“I seen Lauren, she has a kid now, i also think her boyfriend is only with her for her money” he let out a slight laugh.

“I heard Katie got married and moved to Mexico” you giggled.

Lauren and Katie were your best friends in high school, you would do everything together, when you left everything changed, Lauren got a job as a waitress and is now dating a famous singer and Katie went to university and is now married to a billionaire.

“Yeah, her and her husband actually came to our game a few months back, she is expecting her first child in a few weeks”

“Damn, everyone out here having kids and getting married” you laughed, but before you could continue Luke grabbed you by the hand and dragged you into the corner.

“The real reason i wanted you alone was because I wanted to apologise for what I did all those years ago” he looked at you as you looked down at your feet.

“Yeah it was a dick move” you sigh.

You notice Luke looking over at Bucky who was currently watching your every move, it wasn't because he didn't trust you, but he knew nobody here, you felt guilty for leaving him on his own for so long.

“Why do you keep looking over at my fiance?” you started to question why he wanted you alone, you turned around to look at Bucky who was looking at his drink.

You turned back to look at Luke who had downed the rest of his drink, he grabbed your arm and leaned in closer, the smell of alcohol hitting you as he tries to kiss you, before he could you pulled away and pushed him into the wall, you look back expecting to see Bucky but he was gone, you noticed him walking out of the dark brown doors as you rushed over to him.

“Buck, wait up!” you shout down the hall.

Bucky stopped and turned around as he watched you get closer, his feelings had got to him and seeing your ex try to kiss you was the last straw for him.

“Hey where are you going?” you asked.

“I needed some air… I also just noticed your ex try to kiss you”

“Bucky, i didn't…”

“I know” he cut you off as he grabbed your hand leading you towards a little wall outside.

“I’m sorry if ive ever been a burden” Bucky sighed as he sat on the wall.

“What? Bucky you are never a burden, what caused this?”

“I seen you laughing and having a good time with Luke, you looked so carefree, sometimes i feel as if i hold you back” Bucky sighed.

“Bucky, trust me you are not a burden”

“I'm going to be honest, when i see you around other guys i can't help but feel this way, I love you and I just want you to be happy” Bucky looked at you as you shifted closer to him.

“I am happy, i’m the happiest ive ever been, bucky you are all I need and want, i’m marrying you for a reason” you giggled.

Bucky grabbed your hand and looked at your ring, a smile appeared on his face as you kissed his cheek.

“I love you, I promise to make you happy and love you for the rest of our lives”

“I love you too Bucky”

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Three Hours

“You have got to be kidding me…” Hair shy of three hours, first blasting heat and now this tundra with metal chair hell locking you dead center in front of the empty stage taunting you for the past half hour. It was meant to be a public event for the latest peacock in a line of peacocks aiming for a run as Governor of this district, though this time he was nephew to the King.

“Bound to be on his way,” the words from the maroon haired bright emerald eyed Dwobbit next to you drawing a fiery gaze from you only widening her knowing grin, “You’ve been dying to have that meet and greet.”

“Coming from the woman who suggested the gorge’em sized slushies.”

“Hey, kept us cool.”

“If you hadn’t driven me here…”

“Oh psh,” the hand between you swatted emphasizing her point while on top of your crossed legs to the sound of the music starting your elbow rested for a moment to gather your inner strength knowing that once you gave up your seat to go find a toilet those doors would be locked to you hindering you from coming back in to ask your question. “See!” She said excitedly patting you on your side.

“See nothing,” you squeaked out, “yes, they finally arrived when I’m seconds from bursting, yay! Like I can remember my damn question now.”

“You wrote it on an index card.” Your brow twitched up and she said, “With little doodles around the edges of cannons blowing bubbles. I’m not helping am I?”

“No,” You said shaking your head. “Afraid not.”

“If I could pee for you I would,” she said taking hold of your hand to help you stand with the rest of the crowd only to sit again once the vague excuse and thanks for still waiting for them was given.

You had to be glaring something fierce because the bright blue eyes of the Dwarf post opening message had answered his fourth question kept falling on you in the crowd. By far the most argumentative point yet had been breached and while the crowd settled again into Mal’s open palm you set your question muttering near her ear, “Fuck this, I’ll be outside I can watch his answer later online.”

Up you stood and politely you made your way past the five Dams and two burly Dwarves blocking you in kindly obliging making sure not to snag the strap of the bag on your arm. From the stage those same blue eyes watched your path to the aisle making hopeful future Governor Thorin say into the mic, “If I’ve offended you Miss please, don’t just walk out, let’s talk this through.”

Lights landed on your back and you froze mentally shouting curses at the Dwarf among others surely taking in your short clad baggy flannel and t shirt clad self truly puzzling them on what event you imagined you were at with a logo of a far from famous company you had started on it matching the logo on the woven addition to a strand of curls among other beads and colored ribbons helping to tie the waist length braid back from your face. Turning around to gestures from others you faced the jean and boot clad Dwarf with his own logo across a t shirt of his own in navy blue and silver accepting the mic a young aid brought over to you.

“What have I said that offended you?” He repeated, then couldn’t help but smirk at the upwards tick of your brow hinting at a clear irritation building.

“I’m not offended.”

“You were walking out.”

Yes, and no.”

To himself he chuckled and shifted around his podium he rested an arm on top of, “Care to elaborate?”

“Sure,” you said flatly making his smirk spread more, “For one, online this lovely little meeting was meant to start three hours ago.” He nodded and you said, “And it is a lovely scalding egg baking day out on the sidewalks. And with one Gorge’em slushie down in a line at a venue that refuses to honor places should one have to excuse themselves no, you did not offend me, however you have tested the patience of my bladder.”

After a laughing nod he wet his lips and replied, “I sincerely apologize for that. We did have unforeseeable circumstances that delayed us, however in the future I will personally have a word with each venue we stop at to honor those places in line.”

You nodded and passed the mic away turning around to start walking as he said, “I can hold the next question till you get back.”

“They won’t let me back in,” you said without the mic in a half turn his way.

“They’ll let you back in.” You motioned to keep going and he simply curled his fingers on the arm resting on the podium against his lips watching your trot back to the opening doors that once they closed he stuck to his word. Small talking with the few people he had already answered questions from and said anyone else needing a break could go now and they wouldn’t lock them out. Signaling almost a full three rows worth of people to hurry to the doors to get back again eventually joining you on the way back through the doors the guards were clearly irritated at having not kept to their usual task of locking them. Back you came and eased back to your seat where Mal filled you in to the little you missed and passed you your card to his confirming that everyone was back again with the final empty seat filled again. “Told you,” the roll of your eyes had him chuckling and gesturing to the next person with a question.

It was your turn and back on your feet the mic passed from the Dam beside Mal to you making Thorin playfully rumble out, “I’m all ears, can’t wait for your question.”

“Hold your goats there, that grin and growl of yours won’t win you my vote.” Chuckles and claps rippled around you and from the Durins and his team on the stage who were curious to hear what would be one of his most challenging questions to answer of the night not allowing him to hide behind any fluff or vague answers impressing him all the more for the time put into the wording of the question none had asked him before.

Hours the event lasted and from the booth behind you at the small out of the way diner on your way home you heard a playful rumble of, “I have never been accused of using my grin or growl to garner favor before.”

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luna-redamancy · 5 years ago

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home Part 9

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If Thranduil knew what would happen the next morning he woke up, he would have never gone to sleep.

The evening left him in bliss, holding you close to his chest as you drifted to sleep, he spent a few minutes admiring your sleeping features, trying to fully grasp that you were still here. Still in his life, still his beloved.

Waking up, he had a smile on his face as he rolled slightly, reaching out blindly to try and grasp you and pull you close again and drift back to sleep. Only one thing. You weren’t there.

Thranduil’s eyes instantly snapped open, ‘Where were you?’ filled his thoughts as countless ideas to where you could be invaded his mind as he tried to fight off panic. ‘Had it been a dream?’ He thought as he yanked on a robe and left his chambers, not even bothering to bid good morning to the staff that was walking by. “(Y/n)?” Thranduil yelled out, knowing you wouldn’t just leave alone, and he surely would’ve felt you wake up and get out of bed.

“Ada?” Legolas questioned, still half asleep but his body was wide awake, awakened to the sound of his father’s yells. “Legolas, where is your mother?” That sentence made Legolas’ heart fall into the pit of his stomach.

“What do you mean?” He questioned, tears almost stinging his eyes as he thought of places you’d go.

“She wasn’t in bed when I woke up,” Thranduil tried to calm himself, maybe you went to the kitchens for a snack? Maybe you got bored when Thranduil wouldn’t wake up in the early hours and went to entertain yourself in the vast library?

Maybe. Possibly. Could be.

But never, would be.

As Gandalf prepared himself for breakfast that morning with Thranduil, to help explain the magic that consumed the ring, he felt a lurch in his chest. Gasping for air, Gandalf grabbed onto his staff, concerned why he was suddenly being overwhelmed with magic.

And that’s when he heard the screams.

The screams of anguish, loss, anger, and sadness. Throwing on his tunic, Gandalf quickly left the room towards the King’s chambers. He had never been there, but the tug deep within his chest told him where to go.

Gandalf’s step faltered as he saw magical spores coming out of every pore in the door of your bedding chambers. “Oh my…” He muttered, not liking the deep black. Walking towards the door more defensively, Gandalf pushed open the door with his staff.

In the room was a deep black essence, an essence that swirled and made its place in where Gandalf could only guess where you had been sleeping.

“Gandalf!” Thranduil nearly screeched, on the verge of a panic attack, knowing that if anyone had answers, it would be him.

Legolas’ hand drifted to the pendant around his neck, not wanting to believe you were gone. “Ada… Was this some trick?” Legolas tried to think rationally, thinking of ways that you never came back, maybe it was all a magically induced hallucination?

“King Thranduil…” Gandalf mumbled with a graveness to his voice as Thranduil watched with glassy eyes, his words dying off in his throat as Gandalf looked around with a grim expression. “The rings magic has been used to a large extent…” Gandalf tried to explain, but not knowing exactly how to.

This magic was old, complex, layered upon curse after curse, every ounce of effort put into creating the perfect ring to rule the world.

“I thought you said the spell was reversed when it was used again, how can it just rip her away from me?!” Thranduil tried to remain calm, but the anger was coursing through him like lava, destroying everything in its path. But after lava is cool stone. The cold firm surface that holds everything in it, but with one hard hit, it all comes pouring out again, but this time, it won't be anger at the surface. But deep seeded loneliness and abandonment.

“That ring… It’s powerful magic, and if it feels that it must do something to return to its master, it will conjure and manipulate whatever it can to try and get back.”

“What do you mean?”

Thranduil’s question was left unanswered as Gandalf suddenly took off down the hall, muttering about councils and needing to meet with other wizards over this matter.

The hallway was quiet, no one in sight, and then, that is when the cool stone broke. A cry left Thranduil’s throat, a new burn in his chest, but not from anger, no, from the realization he may never get you back.

To Thranduil, you were his home. Not this kingdom, not these walls, not his subjects. But his family. You and Legolas were all he cared about truly. But a piece of that home... is gone.

Waking up, you sighed happily when you felt a firm surface at your back. Turning to face Thranduil, you frowned. This did not feel like your shared bed. Instead, it felt like--

Snapping your eyes open you gasped, seeing the back of your couch. In your shock you struggled to roll over to view your surroundings, falling off the couch and slamming down hard on the hardwood floor. “No… no,no,no,no,no…” You hyperventilated, your breaths coming out in short gasps, tears stinging your eyes.

Your heart felt heavy, with guilt, or sadness, you didn’t know. But you do know that you felt terrible.

“What’s on your mind?” You remembered asking.

“You…” Thranduil mumbled sleepily, his hand drawing lazy circles on your arm, his eyes scanning your features.

“I keep feeling like one day I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone again, I don’t know if my heart could take it,” Thranduil tried to joke, but in reality, it wasn’t. He would be destroyed, he knew it. And so did you.

“I’m not going anywhere, my love,” You cooed, pressing your lips to his, feeling his tension melt the second he could feel you. “I know, I just worry, with this magic not figured out--”

“I know, but, if I ever do get taken away again…” You began, feeling your heart shatter at his sharp inhale, “I will do whatever I can to return to you,” You finished, pressing a kiss to his jaw this time as his grip on you tightened.

“I will do whatever I can to return to you,” You fought a sob as Thranduil’s drawing came on the TV screen, The Last Goodbye playing after the movie marathon ended for that night.

“This is not the last goodbye,” You muttered, determined as you shut off the TV.

But what were you supposed to do?

Note: Hello! It’s been so long, I almost didn’t know how to get into the swing of things. But, I hope you all enjoy this long-awaited update, I’m sorry if it’s not as long as what you may have hoped for, It’s 1am, I may add more to this specific part later when my mind is more awake haha.

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lady-of-lies · 5 years ago

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Lost control

A/N: Prompt 20 everyone!! I’m catching up slowly but surely and as always this is not edited at all and not my best work, but I hope it can be enjoyable to someone at least... When the dance scene takes place this was what I imagined but there is nothing descriptive in the peice so you can also just imagine something on your own

Prompt: “Oh, my dear. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Word count: 906

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and shyness

(slight) Tony Stark x reader

Shyness. It’s that thing in the back of your head making even the most trivial matters seem mountain hight. Sure, anxiety may play another part, but the base of it all descended from that darn shyness you had harnessed since childhood. There was only one thing that could calm your mind down once it had begun its hysterical merry-go-round. Dancing. You didn’t have a particular style when dancing, you just let your heart lead your body to the music, baring your soul to the empty room you liked to hide away in.

When you first got onto the team you had thought Tony to be joking as he showed you your room. It was huge. Much too big for someone like you living alone, but he had insisted that each Avenger had a room in a similar size, some even had bigger per special requests or requirements. When he had walked out that day you had just stood paralyzed in the middle of the enormous space. At first you just thought of how lucky you are to be a part of the world's most elite team of heroes, then you let your mind wander for a bit and thought of how on earth you’d ever fill up all the extra floor space you’d gotten.

Since that day you had in your own mind found the perfect interior design. It was both aesthetically pleasing and mind calming in your eyes. Tony had been bothering you a few times if you wanted to borrow some money or if you simply wanted him to buy you some more furniture. Each time that happened you politely declined. You were more than content with your room, true, you might have left a huge chunk of it unfurnished, but that was because of a very simple and very important promise to yourself. You had made a promise that, no matter how hard life got, you would never stop dancing.

Today had been a particularly hard day, nothing had ended the way it was supposed to and your nerves had one by one been put on edge. You felt the carousel of your mind spinning out of control and when you finally had the opportunity to leave for your room you took it without a second thought. That left you were you were currently sitting. On the floor just staring right in front of you trying to make the spinning stop. You should have known better, really, you, if anyone, should know by now that there is only one way to calm down your racing mind and calm the laboured breathing. Dance.

You didn’t even have to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to play your special playlist, when you rose to your feet and shedded a few unnecessary layers of clothing the music started on its own. It was something you made a mental note to thank the al for later, but then again, after all the times you’d found yourself in this situation even a one year old could find a pattern. For a moment you simply stood still, letting the song wash over you in silent waves, and when the moment felt right, you started to move to the beat.

It was a feeling like no other when you moved. You always ended up feeling at peace afterwards. But when the final note ebbed out in the room someone started to applaud behind you. You whirled around so fast you almost fell over, behind you stood none other than the towers original owner. Tony Stark. Your mind started to act up again, a million questions popped up and disappeared as soon as they came. Had he seen you? Had you been too loud? How long had he been standing there? The endless possibilities of questions to ask and just as many answer options, but in the end you went down your default path: the self cautious one.

“Oh, uhm… I’m sorry, did I play too loud?”

For a moment the both of you just staring at each other. Or more accurately, him staring at you while you wanted nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and sink down in it. How could you have been so careless and forgotten to lock the door? Especially when you know that the other teammates are sitting in a common room right below you as you jump around, you probably made them think there was some sort of attack happening, or you made the chandelier shake in your movements, nether options being believable but to your mind right now nothing was impossible. It took a second for your brain to register Tony talking.

“ - Oh, my dear. You have nothing to apologize for. That’s it. I’m getting you a bigger room.”

And with that he just walked out. He did come back later though, to escort you down the hall, up two floors and to the right. The new room he had designed after you was even bigger than the other one. And that is the story how you ended up with the biggest room in the whole tower, a room that put your old apartment t shame, complete with mirrors, barrés and everything you could ever want. Maybe being a part of this team wasn’t all that bad.

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xxbyimm · 5 years ago

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Perfect - Fíli x (human)reader

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My fourth Fíli fic is here!!!! This idea was the first thing that came to mind when I chose the themes.... I hope you all can enjoy this interpretation. Poor young Fíli over here seems to be a bit surprised that this version of him in my story has this adorable and awfully cute side... It happens to the best of us. Fluff coming up! xoxo

Perfect

Summary: Fíli can’t take his eyes off a special someone.

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Warnings: Fluff?

Perfection.

Fíli could not take his eyes off her. She was lying in his arms, a woolen blanket keeping her safe from the chilly temperature that dominated the room after the fire had finally gone out. The prince had watched her as she slept most of the night. First he had admired her features in the gentle yellow light from the hearth, but even now as the first rays of the sun crept through the window, he could not find a single flaw on her.

Pure perfection.

Others had warned him before about the effect someone as special as her would have on him. They claimed he never would be the same dwarf. But young and foolish as he then was, he merely raised a brow and went on with his life. Fíli, the prince of Durin’s folk, would not be charmed this easily.

Now he knew the truth: all the clichés were real. He, a clearheaded dwarf who trusted his knives above anything, was in love. He had not seen it coming, but he fell in head over heels for her anyway. There were no other words for it, none. She was perfection and no one could tell him otherwise.

He shifted in his chair to relieve his back. Apart from the few times the wet-nurse had collected his little princess to nurture her, he had been sitting in the exact same position and holding her in his arms. Fíli held his breath as his daughter made a disgruntled sound, the movements of her daddy making her stir in her sleep.

The prince stroked her cheek gently, easing her back into slumber. Her skin was so soft and so pure, he feared that his own thick, calloused fingers would hurt her.

This baby had no idea how much her parent’s had longed for her and how lucky she was for even being here. The prince and you, her mother, have had a rocky start as a quest to slay a dragon didn’t provide agreeable circumstances for a blooming romance. Nevertheless the two of you hit it off, and he managed to win your heart eventually. But after the both of you miraculously survived the battle of the five armies, the real challenges revealed themselves.

You were human, a fierce ranger from the north. While during the quest those assets had turned out to be life-saving, in these new conditions it made you stand out for all the wrong reasons. Uncle Thorin had risked everything for his nephew when he forced the nobles to approve the marriage and once the two of you finally did tie the knot, the silent disapproval of the court still was hanging like a dark cloud above your newlyweds bliss.

But Fíli wasn’t going to be discouraged by that, and neither were you. You worked effortlessly, day in day out, to make sure no one could find any flaws other than your race. You learned to walk and talk like a true dwarrowdam, and you took up as many tasks as you could manage. Slowly, you learned the unwritten rules of the court and after years, you and your alliance to the prince of Durin were more or less accepted.

There had been one setback though.

For a long time, you refused to even discuss the topic of children, telling your husband that you could not bear to raise a half breed. Fíli had tried to convince you that such a judgement was too harsh, that a child would win over the court just like you had done before it, but you would not hear of it. So the prince had stopped trying, respecting your wishes on the matter. He loved you so much, and that was enough.

He remembered the day you came up to him, in total panic, vividly. Your eyes were wide, and you couldn’t stop rambling about your cycle and how your bleeding had stopped and how that simply was not possible. Fíli had grabbed your hand, asking you the one question that burned on his lips.

‘Love, could it be…’ he had suggested. ‘Could it be possible you’re with child?’ ‘That’s impossible!’ you had objected. ‘I made sure I…’

It turned out not to be so impossible. Fíli heaved a sigh and pulled his daughter a bit closer. She was here, totally unexpected, but most welcome. He would make sure, against all odds, that this little princess would grow up to be the happiest girl in the realm.

‘Daddy will protect you against every foul thing in this world.’ He whispered softly against her skin. ‘I promise.’

His daughter yawned and the prince beamed.

‘Fíli?’ He looked up. You were trying to sit up in the bed, supporting yourself under your arms. ‘Amrâlimê.’ He replied softly while standing up. ‘You have to rest.’ ‘Yes.’ You murmured groggily, while easing yourself back into the pillows. ‘Though it feels like I have slept for an eternity.’ ‘Just a night.’ The prince said as he made his way towards the bed. ‘Oín has been in and out to check in on you.’ ‘And the baby?!’ Your eyes flung wide open and you shot up. Then your face twisted in pain. ‘It feels like I was torn into pieces.’

Fíli grimaced.

Just twenty four hours ago, you had been in labor. It had been wonderful and terrifying at the same time. He had always believed that seeing you grieve was hard, but seeing you in pain and not being able to make it better, was the worst. Although his love and respect for you had risen only more, he was not sure if he ever wanted to endure it again.

‘You need to recover, love.’ he whispered. ‘You had a rough day.’ ‘How is she doing?’ you asked, ignoring him. The prince glanced at the little bundle in his arms and grinned. ‘She’s… perfect.’ ‘Fíli, love…’ you breathed. ‘Have you been up all night?’ The prince shrugged while settling on the bed next to you. ‘You’d think I could sleep? I had to watch over my two ladies.’ You smiled softly and stroked your husband’s jaw. ‘That’s sweet, thank you.

You both watched your daughter in silence as she slowly started to wake up. She stirred in her father’s arms, stretching her little fingers and then balling her hands into tiny fists.

‘She’s…’ Fíli began, his voice laced with emotion. ‘I think she wants her mother.’

You nodded. He watched you as you slowly moved to sit against the cushions. He then carefully lowered the little princess into your arms and wrapped his around yours.

‘Had enough of your father already?’ you cooed. ‘I’m afraid he won’t leave you alone for quite a while, so you’ll have to get used to him stomping around the place and his mustache braids tickling your face…’ ‘I do not stomp!’ the prince objected with a laugh. You chuckled. ‘Lesson one, my husband. As a guy, you’re the minority here now.’ He moved forward and kissed your lips gently. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

You eased against his chest and heaved a sigh. ‘We still need a name.’ ‘We’ll have a while to decide.’ ‘I know, but…’

The baby gurgled. Her thick eyelashes fanned her cheeks, quivering lightly as she opened her eyes for the first time.

‘Oh!’ you cried out, your voice trembling. ‘Fíli….’

The lump in the prince’s throat made it impossible to speak. Tears welled up in his eyes. His heart nearly burst from all the gratefulness and love that radiated through him. You, the love of his life, had given him what he had longed for. And in that moment, he knew the perfect name for this perfect little baby. The name of your late mother.

‘Welcome to the word, little Avelina…’

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