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under-sedationnn · 3 years ago

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zuko x non-bender! reader: captured and enamored pt. 4: altercation

Word Count: 3093

Warning: there are mentions of blood, slight violence and emotional manipulation!! if you feel as though that may trigger you in any way then scroll away, i completely understand. it is also important for me to note that the reader within this story is using feminine pronouns since that is what was requested :) thanks and enjoy!

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Since my argument with Zuko, our interactions with one another have gone back to what they originally were. Cold, distant, reserved. Done only for the need of survival. Iroh has always disliked the tension, but he seemed to be able to sense a change in feelings towards one another. We now had sentiments, heavy ones.

Admittedly, however, I was enjoying watching Zuko struggle to survive underneath the conditions of a normal citizen living off of the earth. It was like watching a fish out of water; he squirmed, writhed, gasped for breath. I laughed.

Weeks out from Azula’s betrayal, we sported longer hair, dirtier faces, and dark green robes. The semi-fluorescent blue hues of my original clothes had been destroyed by months of hassle and dirt and grime. We now blended in with the farmers and poor, disguising Zuko and Iroh from the Fire Nation as expertly as we could.

As Iroh and I sat in a small, dirt clearing, Zuko emerged from thick bushes that lined the area. He huffed, frustrated.

“I didn't find anything to eat! I can't live like this! I wasn't meant to be a fugitive.” He raised his fists to the sky, and shook them comically. “This is impossible!”

“Not impossible,” I began, shifting my weight onto one of my legs, “you just don’t know how to survive without servants, is all.”

He was about to reply when his focus was shifted to Iroh, squatting down next to a small plant with a singular white flower.

“Uncle, what are you doing?”

Following his gaze, I found Iroh staring intently at the flower, mesmerized and obviously in deep thought.

His voice full of wonder, he said, “You're looking at the rare white dragon bush. Its leaves make a tea so delicious, it's heartbreaking. That, or it's the white jade, which is poisonous.”

Impatiently, Zuko said, “We need food, not tea. I'm going fishing.”

“You sure you can manage?” I called behind me.

Turning around, he answered, “I need you to stay here with Uncle; see that he doesn’t do something stupid.”

“You mean you don’t need me to supervise you, too?”

Without another word, Zuko stalked into the woods in hopes of finding us breakfast.

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I didn’t immediately realize Zuko’s return, his footsteps bringing my attention away from the white jasmine flower and to his feet behind Iroh and I.

“Zuko,” Iroh started, “remember that plant I thought might be tea?”

“You didn’t…” Zuko said, disbelief in his tone.

“I did,” Iroh said, turning around, “and it wasn’t.”

Zuko shrieked and fell back, dropping the branch he used to catch his fish.

Excitedly, Iroh called out, “At least I was not alone in my endeavors!”

I could feel Zuko’s eyes on my back, a smug look playing across his features. I am never going to live this down.

Shifting slowly, the dirt underneath me dusting my pant legs, I looked at him. He sat tall, proud, in the pale sun of the morning. The shame of the singular fish he managed to catch was washed away by the pure naivety I not only possessed, but so spectacularly exhibited when he left me with Iroh. If only I hadn’t been so smug about my survival skills.

With a small chuckle, he stood from his spot on the ground and looked into my flushed and swollen face.

“Well Y/n, how are you feeling?”

With a sigh, “Not too well, Zuko, thank you for asking!”

Cutting our conversation short, Iroh intervened. “When the rash spreads to our throats, we will stop breathing.”

Shocked, Zuko and I shot him a look of intense worry. Sensing our discomfort, he tried, “But look what I found! These are bacui berries, known to cure the poison of the white jade.” Small pause. “That, or maka'ole berries that cause blindness.”

Snatching the berries from Iroh’s grip, Zuko yelled, “We're not taking any more chances with these plants! We need to get help.”

“Okay, where?” I asked, taking back by his sudden concern, “We’re kind of in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well there has to be someone around here who can help! I��m not letting either of you die.”

Iroh bent down to vigorously scratch his legs, making my own rashes flare up. “We're enemies of the Earth Kingdom and fugitives from the Fire Nation.”

“If the Earth Kingdom discovers us, they’ll have us killed.” Zuko added, resting his chin between his thumb and forefinger in deep thought.

“Yet, if the Fire Nation finds us,” I started, scratching the top of my arm and neck furiously, “we’ll have Azula to deal with, and she wants me dead.”

With a shared look between the two of them, they decided that daring the Earth kingdom was our best bet at staying alive. Though the journey was not far, my legs began to swell, making it difficult for me to walk very far at all. Although I wanted to, I didn’t fight when Zuko offered to carry me.

“Zuko, really, you don’t have to,” I tried, but he persevered.

“Y/n, hop on my back, now,” he said, squatting down and bracing himself for the weight, “we can’t have you collapsing, and we’re not leaving you behind.”

With a small huff, I climbed onto his back and held onto him by gripping his chest, my legs wrapped around his thin waist. “Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” I responded, and we journeyed forward. I made note of the small smile that formed on Iroh’s face, and allowed myself to mirror his actions. Despite his antics, Zuko truly was… sweet. He could be a jerk, but whatever was underneath was kind and gentle and simply troubled. This thought and the rhythmic beat of his heart nearly coaxed me into a sleep, the warmth of his back seeping through his cloak and onto my chest. However, the feeling of his hands holding onto my thighs began to sting slightly, and I eventually asked to be put down.

“Are you sure? I can always hold you in a different way,” he paused to think, “like bridal style!” Realizing the implications of what he said, he blushed slightly and began to stutter. “Well, I mean, not like bridal style because we’re not getting married or anything, at least not anytime soon- I mean, I won’t ever marry you, which isn’t to say that you won’t get married because- I mean, well, you’re really pretty, wait- no, your face isn’t like terrible so you’ll find someone who-”

Cutting himself off, he turned and began walking once again without another word, the tips of his ears blushing a dark red. Iroh only snickered at this display, and I began walking side by side with him, the two of us behind Zuko. “You know, my nephew, you could always carry me instead! I'm sure I would make an excellent example of a blushing bride.”

I chuckled, my face donning its own shade of scarlett. Zuko replied, “Pass.”

Eventually, our journey brought us to a small clinic within the Earth Kingdom. I sat beside Zuko, watching as a young healer smeared cream onto Iroh’s worsening rashes. Although my own were not as bad as his, the inside of my throat began to tighten and the rashes burned instead of itched.

Zuko’s smirk caught my eye, making me turn my head to face him. “And what are you looking at?”

He only chuckled slightly, “You, and your very swollen face.”

I huffed in response, “How was I supposed to know it was poison?”

“Well, I thought you knew so much about living it rough in the woods that, you know, I figured I better not question your judgement.” His sarcastic tone would have usually sent me into somewhat of a frenzy, especially since we had been at each other’s throats constantly for the past few weeks. This time, however, I couldn’t help but think about how worried he was about the two of us.

“Either way, thank you for leading Iroh and I here, and for quite literally carrying me.”

Smiling softly, he shifted his gaze toward his feet. “No big deal, I didn’t mind.”

I mirrored his actions, looking down at my hands, picking carelessly at my cuticles.

“Miss, you’re up next!” The healer who had just finished another patient’s cupping treatment called me over, patting the table with her hand. I plopped myself down on the table and she smiled sweetly, beginning to examine the rashes on my face and arms.

“Where does it itch?” she asked.

“Um… everywhere. My throat is sore, too.”

I heard Zuko chuckle at my response, and I sent him a playful glare.

The other healer piped in, “You three must not be from around here. We know better than to touch the White Jade, much less make it into tea and drink it.”

She flicked away Iroh’s hand as he tried to scratch his worsening rashes. “Whoops!”

My healer turned from the others slightly, redirecting the conversation. “If the rash is all over, I will need you to remove your top and bottoms.”

I shot a look at Zuko, who returned the same wide eyed expression. Realizing, I whipped my head back to the healer and tried to regain my composure. “Okay, um, is there a divider that we could use? For privacy?”

Understanding my concern, she responded, “Oh, of course! One moment!” She rushed from the room, and the conversation returned to normal.

“So where are you traveling from?” Iroh’s healer asked, and the tension in the air heightened.

“Yes, we’re travelers,” Zuko repeated, completely avoiding the question.

“Do you have names?” she asked, pressing further.

I could see Zuko beginning to panic slightly, sweat forming on his temples, “Names? Of course we have names. I'm, uh ... Lee and this is my Uncle, uh ... Mushi?”

Iroh shot Zuko and irritated glare at the name choice. “Yes, my nephew was named after his father, so we just call him Junior.” He smiled mischievously at Zuko.

I clapped my hand over my mouth in order to keep from laughing. Zuko moved his thumb across his throat, signalling that he would kill Iroh. So dramatic.

“And your name?” she asked, turning to face me.

“Her name is uh…” he paused, looking around the room until he found something that could suffice as a name, “Silk!” I followed his gaze, landing on an abandoned robe that lay across the back of a small chair.

As she turned to place the cap onto the jar with ointment in it, I gave Zuko an incredulous look. “Silk?” I mouthed, to which he raised his arms in a shrug.

“Mushi, Junior and Silk, huh. My name is Song. You three look like you could use a good meal. Why don't you stay for dinner?”

“Sorry, we need to be moving on,” said Zuko, suddenly serious.

“That’s too bad, my mom always makes too much roast duck,” she said, giving Zuko a sweet smile, “and your friend here isn’t even patched up, yet.”

"Yeah, Junior," I teased, "what's the rush?"

Just then, her mother returned with the divider and set it up in front of my bed. Removing my shirt with the healer’s help, I heard Iroh ask, “Where do you live exactly?”

I guess we’re staying for roast duck.

Later, we all sat around a small table as Song’s mother presented us with a large platter of roast duck. “So, my daughter tells me you’re refugees? We were once refugees, ourselves.”

“When I was a little girl, the Fire Nation raided our farming village.” Song started, “All the men were taken away. That was the last time I saw my father.”

“I haven’t seen my father in many years,” Zuko responded. He didn’t meet her eyes, gazing intently at his bowl. Iroh watched the scene from his seat, slurping a bowl of noodles.

“Oh, is he fighting in the war?”

His eyes softened. “Yeah.”

Realizing he didn’t want to speak on the matter any longer, Song shifted her attention to me. “Silk, has your experience with the Fire Nation been just as troubling?”

I made quick eye contact with Zuko and Iroh, wringing my hands nervously underneath the table. “Uh… yeah, kind of.”

With expectant eyes, she urged me to go on. “Not very long ago, a large fleet of Fire Nation soldiers raided my village and burned it down. I was able to escape with friends, but I had to leave my family and home behind.”

I thought of the men, women and children who were left burned and bloody in the streets, the scared infants screaming in terror, and the smell of smoke that lingered on my hair for weeks. I reeked of horror.

"It was... disgusting. A disgusting display of power. The Fire Nation must be growing more insecure with each passing day."

“And these two,” she motioned to Iroh and Zuko, who looked as though they were hanging on my every word, ready to pounce, “are these the friends you speak of?”

Huffing shortly, I fixed my gaze on Song and replied, “Not entirely, but as we said earlier, we are all refugees. I… met them along the way.”

I quickly returned to my meal, not wanting to push my luck with Zuko and Iroh. Are they my friends? Can I really trust them? It was hard to tell. They act as though they care about me, but they still tote me around like luggage half of the time.

Excusing myself from the table, I stood up and walked outside. “I just need some fresh air.”

“I’ll join you,” said Zuko, and he walked to the opening in the wall. Placing a hand on my back, he shifted me forward slightly in order to make room for the door to slide shut.

Lowering myself to the top step, I took a seat directly next to Zuko. We hadn’t sat this close in weeks, and today is the first day since our argument that we have really talked. Although, I was worried that my comments inside might have worsened the situation. His expression was sour as he looked out past the open gate into the dark.

Lamplight from inside the small house filtered in through the panes of the walls, casting soft shadows across his features. It diminished the sharp lines of his cheekbones, his jaw; but his eyes remained hard, fixed. Fireflies raced around the yard, flickering in and out of existence against the dark backdrop.

"I wanted to be alone."

"Well, that's not what you're getting."

"It doesn't seem like any of my concerns are taken into consideration."

No response. Nothing other than the croaks of mature frogs and the sound of wind across wind chimes answered me. I continued the conversation.

“Zuko, what am I to you?”

Looking down past his nose, he answered honestly, “I don’t know, Y/n.”

He let the answer hang in the air for a few moments. “What am I to you?”

With a small, humorless chuckle, I said, “I don’t know.”

“Well, at least we can agree on one thing.”

Giggling genuinely this time, I knocked my shoulder against his and gave him a small smile.

“There’s just… a lot of luggage for me to unpack. With you and Iroh, honestly.”

“I know,” he said, “and I’m sorry that it has to be that way.”

Taking his hand in my own, I brought his knuckles to my cheek, “It doesn’t. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“How so?”

Taking a deep breath, and steeling myself for defensiveness, I answered, “You could change it, the Fire Nation’s reputation. You can change what they stand for.”

“But in order to do that, I have to restore my honor. I have to capture the Avatar-”

“That’s the problem!” Raising my voice, grabbing his attention, “You’re looking for someone else to ‘restore your honor’ when in actuality, you still have it! You have to fight for yourself, Zuko.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing! Why do you think I took you, huh?”

He was in my face at this point, his eyes sharp and his tone accusing, hurt. I could feel his breath on my nose.

“I know why you took me, I want to know why I’m still here.” His eyes softened, and my voice dropped. “Since you know I won’t ever give my friends away to you, why do you keep me here? Why are you dragging me along to no prevail?”

“Because-” he began, “because you’re-”

“Because why?”

“You’re changing me!” he whispered, “You’ve opened my eyes. So many people have been hurt and killed with no remorse because of us, because of me.”

“And yet, what, you still want to become like your father? Obviously I’m not doing too much good, staying around.”

His eyes narrowed once more, and he winced at my tone, shifting away from me.

“Thank you for the duck, it was excellent,” Iroh said, and the door slid open once more. He, Song and her mother filed out onto the small porch, flooding the area with warm light.

“You’re welcome. It brings me much joy to see someone eat my cooking with such… gusto.”

Iroh happily patted his stomach. “Much practice.”

Without another word, Zuko turned to leave, making his way down the front steps.

“Junior, where are your manners? You need to thank these nice people,”Iroh scolded.

He turned and bowed. “Thank you.”

I did the same. “Thank you, it was delicious. I’m sorry I had to excuse myself early, memories are hard to cope with.”

Stepping closer to me, Song placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know it seems like there is not any hope left in the world, but there is hope. The Avatar has returned.”

“We know,” Zuko responded bitterly from behind me.

Zuko led Iroh and I away from the porch, but stopped when he saw an ostrich horse tied to a post. Walking to it, he quietly unfashioned it and mounted the animal.

“Zuko, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“These people just showed you a great kindness,” Iroh reasoned, but Zuko did not listen, nor did he care.

“They’re about to show us a little more kindness,” he motioned for us to mount the animal with him, his expression resentful and impatient, “Well?”

Reluctantly, Iroh and I mounted the animal and we set course. Riding, I broke the awkward, tense silence.

"Zuko, I want to go home."

"Too bad," he responded, voice cold and detached, "I burned it all down."

TO BE CONTINUED

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Those ‘70s Comics: 3093

Inspired by episode 703 -- “(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction"

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superpuppies · 4 years ago

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Hobbit High

Chapter 2: The Story Lost

Fandom- The Hobbit

Characters- Ori X Dwalin, Bilbo X Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dori, Nori, Gandalf, Thlandral, Legolas

Rating- PG13

Word count- 3093

Archive Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10027448/chapters/57582619#workskin

Summary- Bilbo arrives at school in a panic unable to find the seconded story, once Bilbo informs Ori of the situation the two begin a frantic journey around the school in hopes of finding the missing papers. Fili and Kili corner our boys and have a little pounding session. Thorin and Dwalin help the shocked, shaken and bruised boy back to the Ri house for a little rest.

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Ori trudged along beside Nori, still trying to wake up, he had stayed up later then he usually would have reading Bilbo’s story after writing a bit himself.

Nori wrapped himself around his brother and sang. “Wakey, wakey.”

“Oh, come on Nori.” Ori halfheartedly pushed at his brother.

“What? You pretty much ran away when Dwalin’s dad showed up last night and you’ve been unusually quiet all morning not even an angry grumble.”

“That has nothing to do with you, dangling off me.” Ori’s eyes narrowed to emphasizes his sarcastic tone.

“I’m just worried about you.” Nori looked at Ori with comically wide, sad puppy dog eyes. After a moment Ori turned his eyes to the ground with a sigh.

“I’m just really tired.”

Bilbo rushed past them and into the school. “Where’s he running off to?” Nori asked raising an eyebrow.

“Must be something good, he completely ignored me when I said ‘good morning’.” Thorin said falling into step beside them.

“That’s just because it’s too early to be looking at your ugly mug.” Dwalin yawned coming up behind them.

“I’m so glad we’re friends.” Thorin smirked rolling his eyes.

“Well someone’s got to tell you how it is.” Dwalin shrugged and turned to Nori. “Why don’t you just climb onto Ori’s back and have him carry you, he practically is already.” Dwalin’s eyes narrowed. Nori turned to Dwalin in a mock huff.

“Do you need to go back to bed too?” Dwalin just knitted his eye brows together in confusion. Nori stood up from leaning on Ori and pulled him tight to his chest. “What did you do to him? I could have sworn you’d left!” Ori pulled himself out of Nori’s arms.

“Can you just not do this to me today?” Ori growled storming away.

“Grumpy!” Nori shouted after him.

Ori found Bilbo digging almost franticly through his locker. “What are you doing?”

Bilbo stopped and looked up at Ori with worried eyes, he licked his lips before starting. “I, ugh, I can’t find it.”

“Find what?”

Bilbo stood. “The story you gave back yesterday.” Ori’s face fell. “I know I put it in my locker yesterday and then I thought I put it in my bag but then when I got home it wasn’t there. And now it’s not in my locker.” The bell rang and the hall burst into a frenzy. Bilbo closed his locker and headed for history a shocked silent Ori beside him and both boys an unnerving shade of pale.

As they sat Ori turned to Bilbo. “Did you check in all your books?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, I don’t know where it is.” Bilbo whined dropping his head onto his desk.

Ori groaned in disbelief as he lay across his own desk feeling crushed by the sudden added weight of this catastrophe.

As the day progressed their panic grew, at each class break they would check another spot that they thought of but still no sign of the story.

Just before lunch Nori found the two boys snapping at each other in frustration but his head hurt too much to care why at the moment. Getting them to stop snapping at each other long enough to tell Ori that he was heading home because of his migraine was harder than it should have been and did nothing to help with his head. Ori just waved his brother away as he tried to think of another place to look.

Ori and Bilbo met at Ori’s locker after their last class. “Maybe it fell out of my locker and the janitor threw it out.” Bilbo said hopeful.

Ori eyed his friend with disbelief as he gathered his bag. “Maybe” Ori said dryly. “You had violin lessons yesterday right?” Bilbo nodded not liking where Ori was going with this. “So we’ll swing by Mr. Théoden’s and see if you left anything behind.” Bilbo sighed as they started toward the door. Ori was feeling confident that his plan was a good one while Bilbo was still clinging to his janitor theory.

Kili Appeared around the hall corner behind Bilbo and Ori, an evil smirk on his face that didn’t match his soft tone. “Hey, Bilbo.” Bilbo jumped at the sound of Kili’s voice, then again as Ori let out a startled yelp. Fili reached out the door of empty class room two fourteen and pulled the red head into the room. Fili laughed as Ori tripped and stumbled to catch himself while Kili cornered Bilbo in the doorway and finally pushed the smaller boy into the room.

“Oh, Come on Fili, we just want to go home.” Ori whined straightening to standing.

“This won’t take long, Ori. We’ve been trying to talk to you guys all day but you’ve been avoiding us like we have the plague.” Both Fili and Kili put on false looks of hurt. Ori narrowed his eyes sensing danger as Bilbo tightened his grip on his bag strap.

“Why?” Ori’s suspicion tainted his voice.

“Well,” Fili began as he reached in to his back right pocket and pulled out the lost tale now folded in half. “We found something that belongs to you.” He snapped the papers flat. Ori and Bilbo’s faces fell in horror as their eyes locked on to the papers before them. “And we wanted to return it to you, well that was of course until we read it.” Bilbo let out an involuntary squeak just before he ran for the door, Kili clothes lined him just before he reached the door and he hit the ground hard. “I think, I’ll read you some of Kili’s and mine favorite parts.” Fili continued with a smile.

Ori stepped back from the twins, his eyes closing in horrified acceptance.

“No,” Bilbo begged his voice quieted from pain. “God no”

Kili knelt down and punched Bilbo in the ribs as his brother began to read.

“A shiver ran through Dwalin as he knelt before Ori. The red head simply watched with a small smile playing on his lips. ‘I apologies master’ Dwalin said dropping his eyes.

‘As you should.’ Ori leaned toward Dwalin somewhat ominously. ‘But if you think a few simple words are going to make up for it, you are greatly mistaken.’

‘What can I do for you sir?’

‘You know full well what you need to do.’ Ori smirked leaning back in his chair. Dwalin nodded but kept his smile to himself, he took a pleasure he knew he wasn’t meant to from his punishments. Moving closer still on his knees he reached up to open Ori’s pants.”

“Stop” Bilbo sobbed hiding his face in his hands as Kili punched him in the chest again.

Ori sank to the floor his eyes shut tight as he tried to block out Fili’s voice, he didn’t like reading it and hearing it was much, much worse. “Oh god, please stop. Please.” Ori opened his eyes and looked up at Fili with pleading eyes. “Please Fili, that’s enough.”

“Enough!” Fili laughed darkly. Kili chuckled as well as he landed another blow onto Bilbo. “This is far from enough, Ori we haven’t even gotten to when Bilbo sticks his dick into Thorin. Or when you have Dwalin writhing beneath you.”

The tears started to roll down Ori’s cheeks despite his best effort to keep them in. “Please Fili, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Fili Jumped down from the desk he was sitting on and squatted down in front of Ori. “For what? Hmm? For being a sick fucking perv or for getting caught fantasizing about being a sick fucking perv with our cousin.”

“I don’t want your cousin. I didn’t” Ori started, Fili slapped him hard across the face.

“No, that’s right you like the strong quiet type. What do you think Dwalin would do if he knew, Ori? Do you think you would survive it? Hu?” Ori grabbed Fili’s shirt, His cheek swollen and pink from the slap shimmered with the still flowing tears.

“Oh God! Fili don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him! Don’t tell Dwalin. I’ll do anything, anything just don’t tell him. We didn’t mean it. We didn’t mean any harm.”

“You didn’t mean any harm?! You ruined both Dwalin and Thorin’s name.”

Dwalin and Thorin walked down the quiet hall together in silence, it was strange being without Nori’s almost constant noise. Dwalin stopped for a moment and cocked his head to the side; he could have sworn he just heard his name.

“What are you doing?” Thorin asked coming to a stop a step past Dwalin.

“I thought I heard; there it is again.” Dwalin started down the hall once more.

“What?”

“My Name.”

“Why would you ever think Thorin and Dwalin would waste their time with you!” Fili growled in Ori’s face as he and Kili landed another blow onto Ori and Bilbo respectively. Fili was being smart about this, he knew better than to bruise up the face it would only attract unwanted attention over the next few days. Whereas body blows hurt more and were easier to hide, he had started latter on hitting Ori partly to punctuate some of what he was saying and partly because there was always the chance Nori would see something at home and get the truth out of Ori, where Bilbo did not present that problem.

Ori choked out a sob into his curled fist, he had his arms pulled tight up in front of his chest. His eyes closed while he tried to convince himself it would be alright. Fili and Kili would beat them up and then leave them alone and they would never have to go through this again, he hoped. Bilbo’s sobs had turned into gasping half spoken; half wrenched from his body pathetic please for the whole day to end causing Kili to laugh as he hit him.

Dwalin stopped outside class two fourteen very confused, he could hear sobbing and pleading and then once again his name. He reached out and through open the door to find Fili and Kili perched over Ori and Bilbo. Fili and Kili froze, their attention snapping onto Dwalin at the sound of the door slamming into the wall. Dwalin’s mind reeled trying to understand what he was seeing. Bilbo was pinned under Kili sobbing for air while Ori seemed small and defeated in Fili’s grip as tears streamed down his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dwalin boomed fully entering the room, Thorin turned in behind him and immediately darkened at the sight.

“Fili! Kili! Get away from them, now!”

“But we’re just.” Kili started.

“You don’t know what they-” Fili tried to interject.

“Now!” Thorin growled. “Get the hell away from them and me before I kill you!” Fili and Kili glanced at each other briefly then stood. Fili tried to explain again as they wove their way between the two older boys.

“They-“

“GO!” Thorin barked and the twins disappeared down the hall.

Bilbo shifted into sitting and scooted closer to Ori while still trying to get the sobs under control. He was glad Kili was gone but completely horrified that Thorin was now there.

Ori scrubbed at his eyes trying to see what was going on but the tears just kept flowing, he thought he had heard Dwalin’s voice but that couldn’t be right.

Dwalin moved toward Ori but got distracted when he almost slipped on the story that Fili had dropped; reaching down he picked it up and began to read.

Thorin dropped down in front of Bilbo and reached out to try and assess the damage done. Bilbo flinched and pulled away curling closer to Ori with a whimper, Thorin tried again with slower more deliberate movements. “Bilbo, just let me” He tried to sound as soothing as he could.

“No!” Bilbo shrieked and pushed Thorin’s hands away scurrying farther behind Ori. “Please, I promise I’ll stop. I’ll destroy them all.”

“Thorin.” Dwalin sounded odd in monotone as he continued to read the papers.

“Bilbo, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thorin said moving closer to Bilbo slowly.

“Thorin.” Dwalin said again.

“What, Dwalin. I’m trying to do something here.” Thorin turned to Dwalin sharply. Dwalin waved the story.

“It’s about us, us and them.”

“What? Who cares, they’re a mess can we deal with that first.” Thorin turned back to Bilbo with a huff. Dwalin looked down at Ori who seemed to be coming back to himself.

Ori placed his hands on the floor and pushed himself to standing. Dwalin reached out for Ori, who flinched and took off running. Dwalin took off after Ori stuffing the story into his back pocket.

Bilbo squeaked as he realized he was left alone with Thorin. Bilbo began a rattling constant stream of begging to be left alone and apologies that slowly turned into hyperventilation. Thorin sighed and cupped Bilbo’s face in his hands. “Bilbo, Look at me. I need you to calm down, it’s okay.” This, of course did nothing to calm Bilbo down.

Thorin stared at the panic-stricken boy with his flushed cheeks and open panting pink lips. He was an entirely different kind of adorable that Thorin had never thought of before. Without meaning to Thorin leaned forward and kissed Bilbo, who after a moment went entirely still. Thorin smiled at the bewildered look on Bilbo’s face as he pulled away. “There that’s better.” He said wiping at the tear streaks on Bilbo’s cheeks.

Bilbo’s mouth moved trying to find his voice but all he could muster was a soft airy whisper. “You, you kissed me.”

“Yep.” Thorin smiled again. “Is that going to be a problem?” Slowly Bilbo shook his head ‘no’, still disbelieving it had actually happened. “Want me to do it again?”

Bilbo’s cheeks flushed crimson and his chin dropped to his chest sliding his face from Thorin’s fingers. “Yes” he whispered.

“It’s kind of hard when you won’t look at me.” Thorin whispered into Bilbo’s ear.

Bilbo shivered but let Thorin tilt his chin up again. This was crazy, crazy how was this happening? Thorin let a smile play on his face as he leaned in for another kiss. Bilbo’s fingers tightened in his own jacket wanting to reach out for Thorin but frightened it would break whatever spell he was under. Thorin slid in closer and Bilbo breathed out a soft moan.

Thorin smiled and rested his forehead against Bilbo’s, “Better?” Bilbo nodded, eyes drifting across Thorin’s chest. “Good. Now, do you want to tell me what happened?” Bilbo shook his head tightening his grip on his jacket. Thorin gently rubbed Bilbo’s back. “Okay, maybe later.” He placed a reassuring kiss to Bilbo’s cheek.

Ori was booking it down the hall; Dwalin was having a bit of a struggle to catch up. He wondered where Ori had been hiding this talent, he never ran this fast during gym, not that Dwalin was creepily watching Ori through his English class window every day or anything. Apparently the nerd could pull this out when he really wanted to. “Ori, Stop!” Dwalin called after him. “Holy shit! Come on, Ori. Stop.”

Ori slowed to take a corner and Dwalin saw his chance, pushing himself to go faster he lunged across the final distance and slammed into Ori’s right side. The two of them fell heavy on Ori’s left side onto the hard linoleum, tangled together in a heap, knocking the wind out of Ori. It took Dwalin a moment to get himself untangled from Ori and then off of him but Ori paid little mind as he tried to suck as much air back into his lungs as humanly possible. Dwalin lifted Ori into something resembling sitting as best he could once Ori began to flail his arms and beg to be left alone as his breath came back to him. “Calm, Oww!”Ori’s wild flailing caught Dwalin right on the nose. “Calm down.” Dwalin caught Ori’s hands and pinned them to Ori’s chest. Dwalin loomed over the red head trying to get the smaller boy still and then hopefully calm. Ori wiggled attempting to get away from Dwalin’s daunting form.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’ll get rid of them.”

“Ori, stop” Dwalin let go of one of Ori’s hands and covered his mouth. “and it’s not that important. Okay so just chill out for a second.” Ori finally looked up terrified, at Dwalin’s face and was surprised by the sincerity and concern in it also by the small trail of blood beginning to slide from Dwalin’s nose. “Jesus, Ori you’re a walking bruise.” Dwalin stood and helped Ori to his feet. “Sorry about tackling you. I just really needed you to stop.”

Ori opened his mouth to respond but Thorin cut him off as he and Bilbo approached. “Oh good you caught up to him.” Thorin had his left arm around Bilbo’s shoulders while his right held Bilbo’s, Ori’s and his own school bags. “Damn! Ori you can really move.” He handed Dwalin Ori’s bag. “It’s a good thing Coach Boromir didn’t see you move like that or he’d be hounding you to join the team.” Ori tensed up again at the idea. Dwalin glared at Thorin as he wrapped his arm around Ori’s shoulder and pulled him in close, Thorin just shrugged and mouthed ‘he would’ at him.

“He didn’t, Ori” Dwalin said quietly and felt Ori begin to relax again. “Now can we calmly walk you home? No running off or incoherent apologetic begging.” Ori simply nodded his eyes down cast. “Alright.” Dwalin pulled Ori’s bag strap across his chest as he turned the younger boy toward the door. Dwalin wiped the back of his free hand under his nose and smeared some of the blood on to his cheek as he got the majority of it off his face then wiped his hand on his jeans.

The walk to the Ri house was extremely quiet, with Bilbo and Ori tucked under their respective ‘hero’s’ arm. The two younger boy’s cheeks blazed red the entire walk. Bilbo limped slightly on his right side as the bruises from Kili’s punches began to take a more defined shape. While Ori tried not to let his body show how much pain he was in, his entire chest was peppered in bruises and his left side stung immensely from Dwalin’s tackle, every breath he took hurt and made it difficult to take the next. Relief flooded Ori as they turned on to Smaug Way.

#The Hobbit #Ori #Nori #Dori #Dwalin #dwalin x ori #dwori #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #Bilbo Baggens #fili #kil #Fanfiction #AU Highschool

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harlivy-fics · 4 years ago

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A Bouquet of Lavender

by TheGodofSmut

Fed up with the horrible conditions and abusive staff from Arkham Asylum, Bruce Wayne sets out to improve every patient's worst nightmares using his wealthy status as an advantage. He's even made a special recovery plan for the Joker himself, but what happens when the doctor starts to fall for his patient?

Words: 3093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: White Knight (Comics), Harley Quinn (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon

Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU) & Bruce Wayne, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Harleen Quinzel

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Pining Joker (DCU), Bottom Joker (DCU), Joker (DCU) Angst, Angst, Heavy Angst, Comfort/Angst, Doctor/Patient, Top Bruce Wayne, Language of Flowers, Symbolism, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Love/Hate, First Kiss, Neck Kissing, Therapy, Mental Health Issues, Mental Institutions, Mental Instability, Rehabilitation, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Medical Trauma, Medication, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Abuse, Physical Abuse, Anxiety, Depression

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/24748222

#IFTTT #a03feed #fanfic #Harlivy

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ao3feed-carolmaria · 5 years ago

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by supinetothestars

Sometimes, Carol dreamed that she looked out the window of a silver domed room and saw the entirety of time and space laying around her, an infinite possibility beyond all that any human had ever known. She dreamed that she stood alone before every eternity, every existence. This was her favorite dream; that in which she stood in a control room in a swirling tunnel that was the helm of all that had or ever would exist. She could hold the hourglass of time and reality in her hand and shake it when she was bored.

When Air Force pilot Carol Danvers' plane is shot down during a routine testing flight, she finds herself living the reality she's been dreaming about for decades.

Words: 3093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain Marvel (2019), Captain Marvel (Marvel Comics), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Wendy Lawson, Mar-Vell

Relationships: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Doctor Who Fusion, Romance, Introspection, Fluff and Angst, Time Lady Carol Danvers, Chameleon Arch

#carol/maria #carolxmaria #maria/carol #mariaxcarol #ao3feed #fanfiction #space wives

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tony-starkrogers · 7 years ago

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stony fic recs!

I know after Infinity War many of us are looking for fics to cheer us up, so I thought I’d share some of my favorite Steve/Tony fics! I’m always looking for more, so if you have any recs, feel free to leave a comment! For my other rec lists, look here.

SOULMATES

Soul Bomb (T | 1944 words by copperbadge)

Suddenly everyone in Manhattan has someone else's voice in their head. Tony got Steve's, for his sins.

Stand Back, I'm Going To Try Science (T | 2123 words by Good_News_Everyone)

Soulmates are a rare and cherished thing, a simple touch of hands bringing love that lasts forever. By all the rules of romance, they're meant to wait for each other and to trust in the vagaries of fate to bring them together.

Tony's never been good at waiting, and when he has science on his side, who needs fate?

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) (E | 8641 words by celli)

Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

FLUFF

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier (T | 3836 words by RurouniHime)

The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

Truth (E | 7265 words by valtyr)

Captain America takes truth serum. Tony is all over that.

Toasted Buns (E | 47044 words by copperbadge, scifigirl47)

After seeing Tony naked and tanned -- all over -- in a decontamination shower, Steve realizes he may be in trouble. Tony, meanwhile, is definitely in trouble over those tabloid pictures of him sunbathing nude. The solution is clearly a tropical island getaway.

Indecent Proposal (T | 2592 words by gyzym, Siria)

On the plus side, marriage is bound to be easier than proposing.

we should just kiss like real people do

(T | 3102 words by theappleppielifestyle)

Hoodie-guy stops in front of Steve just as he snaps, “FINE, I want to bang Tony Stark like a screen door in a hurricane, could we drop it now?”

How To Be a Truly Terrible Wingman (M | 11721 words by Wordsplat)

Prompt: "We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other. Let’s bang it out."

Hashtag Finally (T | 15208 words by Wordsplat)

Tony doesn't ever actually ask the Avengers to move into his house, steal his wifi, eat all his food, and become the best family he's ever known. They do it anyway.

The Forever-Nighter (T | 3093 words by Wordsplat)

When Rhodey decides that Tony's been slacking lately and drags him along to the gym, Tony's fully prepared to duck right back out the door the first time Rhodey turns around. Then he sees Hot Blond Guy.

Wanderer (M | 1676 words by 51stCenturyFox)

Tony jerks away like he's awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor."You sleepwalked," Steve says, stating the obvious,"into my bed."

Captain !@#$*%& America (T | 8093 words by Wordsplat)

The first time Tony hears Steve swear, he's pretty sure it's a dream. The second time is a lot harder to dismiss, considering it's the middle of the afternoon and they're both clearly awake. After that, what else can Tony do but use science to get to the bottom of it?

TONY AND THE BOTS

Rom-Commed By Fate (Or JARVIS) (E | 14387 words by leashy_bebes)

The best thing about being an Artificial Intelligence is the ability to parse, filter and modify the things people say until you've got the cause to do exactly what you wanted in the first place. Or, in which JARVIS cock blocks Tony into having an actual relationship.

Run Program: DUM-E (M | 11223 words by Amuly)

Taking care of Tony is a lot of work. Especially when you’ve only got one arm. And your code dates back to the 1980s.

Run Program: LIFE (M | 8505 words by Amuly)

DUM-E's family keeps getting bigger every day. Times ahead may be hard, but DUM-E knows he's up to the job of taking care of them all.

The Act of Creation Will Be Your Salvation (M | 84678 words by scifigirl47)

When Tony Stark was seventeen years old, he built his first AI. On that day, he ceased to be his father's creation, and became a creating force in his own right.That one act likely saved his life, and not always in the most obvious ways.

SECRET IDENTITIES

Secrets of a Successful Marriage (E | 24118 words by valtyr)

Tony Stark lives a double life; he's secretly the supervillain known as Iron Man. But his loving husband Steve has a few secrets of his own, as Tony is about to discover.

Toy Soldiers (E | 44241 words by copperbadge)

When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn't expect it to lead to arelationship. Or that Tony would find out he's not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.

Meet Your Heroes (M | 3321 words by Wordsplat)

Tony gets rescued by a highly concerned, very handsy Captain America. This is confusing for a number of reasons.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you (T | 5595 words by Mizzy)

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

How To Excel At Supervillainy (and lose your heart to America) (E | 13531 words by Zekkass)

And that's how Tony's supervillainy hobby got way way way complicated.

TIME TRAVEL/MULTIVERSE

A New Way For Us (M | 24435 words by ann2who)

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

The Twice-Told Tale

(E | 15789 words by arysteia)

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

Unveil My Unsightly Heart (M | 43019 words by Mizzy)

Looking over an old prototype helicarrier for its future viability as a base for the Avengers should have just been a routine day full of bickering and non-adventure for Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.But when they're catapulted into an alternate universe – where their alternate selves are married and battling with a mysterious threat – the two are forced to get over their differences in order to figure out what's going on, before it's too late.Because there's more going on than meets the eye, and Steve and Tony falling in love might just be the most dangerous thing that can happen. Not just for one universe, but for all of them…

AMNESIA

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark (M | 42327 words by jibrailis)

After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

FIX-ITS/EXPANDING ON CANON

As Sharp As Any Thorn (E | 47027 words by RurouniHime)

It’s four days to Christmas, there’s a city in shambles, and the nation is in mourning because of the actions of a single man.

A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century By Captain Steve Rogers, US Army (E | 13888 words by copperbadge)

Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.

1796 Broadway (M | 460220 words by rainproof, teaberryblue)

Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes. Put your phone down, Tony.

Ready, Fire, Aim (M | 4531 words by gyzym)

There's no "I" in "Avenger."

#my fic recs #stony fic recs #stony #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel #stony fanfiction #stony fanfic #long post #text

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