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dandelioncrownns · 3 years ago

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random grishaverse facts/trivia (mostly tgt/kos, tbh), because i love useless details. Also, attempted organisation, because i like order too. + ft. my unwanted commentary

the darkling

has a sweet tooth

loves animals and nature in general

for those of you who have read demon in the woods, he got to meet the white tigers :)

his bedchamber walls are carved into trees bc he loves the woods

his favourite trees in particular are pine trees (or just evergreen trees in general)

he used to be afraid of the dark (many possibly worrying? interesting? implications to this; i won’t get into it here tho)

he likes bright colours, but wears black all the time basically for the aesthetic

he met his younger half-sister, Ulla, when he was a seer’s apprentice in Fjerda

the darkling is a musician! He plays the fiddle, and growing up, he played the balalaika and oud (i wonder if he can read tablature,,)

His father was a very powerful heartrender (maybe this is why the corporalki are valued so highly by him?)

genya

she got an amplifier between the end of R+R and the start of KoS (kestrel bones)

Genya used Dekora Nevich, the Ornamental Blade, to poison the King

It smells like cinnamon and is a warm golden colour

the royal family / nikolai’s bio family

the King once cut himself on his own sword

genya named the queen’s dog

until she was like 11, Genya was like the daughter the queen never had (omg i really wonder how Nikolai and Vasily felt about that? ik it’s not really mentioned, and Nik kinda acts like he just met Genya is S+S, but they must have been a lot closer, right?? I mean genya was almost always at the grand palace with Queen Tatiana, and nikolai just really wanted his parents’ attention, there must have been some kind of maybe one-sided jealousy/sibling rivalry thing, right?? I digress- for now)

also the queen in a dog person

p. sure Nikolai is a mommy’s boy

(possible explanation:) he looks exactly like his real father (except for his eyes). Nikolai even has the same laugh as Magnus

the queen was also fed up with Vasily and his horses

Vasily rides a white gelding horse and Nikolai rides a speckled grey horse (called Punchline)

speaking of, vasily is definitely a horse girl, but like... just the worst (darkling 🤝vasily)

Queen Tatiana’s letters to Magnus Opjer were “very racy”

She doesn’t approve of women in trousers

Linnea is ~1 year younger than Nikolai

she is good at math + studies engineering at ketterdam (I wonder if maybe she and Nikolai crossed paths when he was at uni- they’re around the same age, so maybe?)

The King and Queen hired a clown for nikolai’s 10th birthday (the worst birthday party he’d been to, inclusive of the night Vasily died, according to Nikolai)

Nikolai is afraid of spiders (and also clowns???)

nikolai:

he can juggle

Nikolai sucks at learning languages

he once spoke Fjerdan so badly a man named Knut offered him a ruby to stop

his Kerch seems pretty good tho

Nikolai met The Darkling when he was 14

Nikolai is a baritone (as is Jesper!)

In his free time, Nikolai writes bad poetry (remember that time he got stabbed w/ a letter opener bc his poetry sucked?)

he went through an emo phase/ existential crisis before becoming sturmhond.

during said emo phase, he wrote rhyming poetry pretty much exclusively

He also took philosophy classes at uni (PPE?)

alina:

alina tried on the same rose dress that the Queen watched vasily die in

Nikolai gifted Alina a VERY low-cut cobalt lace gown (In the words of Nadia, “The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.” )

Alina hates herring, but Zoya and Nikolai love it

She is VERY sarcastic and snarky!! I feel like this gets glossed over so much in the fandom, and just why?? (she’s so gloomy and over everything 90% of the time, i love it so much)

So this isn’t technically a fact-fact, but there is no way Alina wasn’t at least a little bit into women. Did you read how she talked abt genya? Zoya? there’s no way she wasn’t into them

Alina doesn’t really like hard cheese

zoya + zoyalai:

Zoya’s horse is called Serebrine

Zoya can use her lightning as a defibrillator (I’m sure other squallers can do this too with the right training)

Zoya likes Nikolai’s hands (and Nikolai likes Zoya’s feet lmao)

she has ‘weird (long?) incisors’

she definitely had a crush on Nikolai since Ruin and Rising

kaz:

Kaz grew up on a farm in Southern Kerch, in Lij

Kaz is a both a cat and a dog person (he just likes strays)

Matthias is a dog person, obviously

All the other crows are cat people

He likes hot chocolate

both he and nikolai like brandy

hates cereal

Kaz is obsessed with magic + likes puzzles

actually very funny if he wasn’t terrifying (honestly?? at leat 70% of his dialogue is just witty quips/jokes)

Kaz’s right leg is the one he broke, and the dregs usually get their tattoo on their right forearm

the other crows:

Jesper has been known to go line-dancing (and would like country music)

Mal and Jesper were friends in S+S!! (Probably) Jesper has a not-really-secret crush on sturmhond.

He also had a VERY not secret crush on Kaz before wylan, ofc

Matthias’ middle name is Benedik

Nina would win in an arm wrestling contest against Jesper

Inej has a thing for Kaz’s eyes

Nina was at the orphanage with the other grisha kids in R+R

In the opening scene of CK, Jesper was wearing a navy waistcoat with little gold stars (his fashion is just top tier honestly)

grisha- powers, etc.:

A solar eclipse would have no effect on the Darkling’s powers, but it would make it harder for Alina to summon.

Fabrikators can make flowers bloom

The twins have shark teeth amplifiers

Adrik and Leoni are saints

general world stuff:

Gay marriage is legal in Kerch!

there was a landbridge connecting Shu Han and Kerch but the council of tides covered it

Antimony is used as mascara

kruge is pale purple paper currency

ravkan currency has Nikolai’s face on it (ig not anymore tho?)

Hringkälla is celebrated on March 20th

the distance between Ivets and Os Alta is only about 100 miles? (i’m just going to willfully ignore this, because thats,, so small?)

Mermaids and dragons exist(ed) in the grishaverse

misc:

the daughter of the duke of ivets has a daughter who can play the harp

there is not fourth tale of krigi

The baroness Natasha Beritrova is fifty (as of KoS) and has lands near caryeva

Elke Marie Smit is from one of the most powerful Kerch families and is just 16 in KoS

Oncat is an orange tabby

Anya liked Joost a lot :( (I got way too attached to them at the start of SoC and was so sad + confused when they died lol)

david eats hard boiled eggs for his working days in the shops

‘Malyen’ is the Ravkan version of ‘Malcolm’ (very fitting)

Nikolai brought the kids at Keramzin toy boats + frequently sends Alina and Mal gifts

The triumvirate would also visit them every feast of Sankt Nikolai too :)

star signs / birthdays (ik the gv constellations aren’t the same as ours, but idc):

Inej: Cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

Kaz: Capricorn (december 22nd - january 19th)

Nina: Leo (july 23rd - august 22nd)

Jesper: Gemini (may 21st - june 20th)

Matthias: Taurus (april 20th - may 20th)

Wylan: virgo (august 23rd - september 22nd)

Kuwei: aries (march 21st - april 19th)

Darkling: aries

Nikolai is most likely either a gemini or cancer (but he could also be a Leo or Taurus). Whatever it is, he is a summer baby.

Alina and Mal have the same birthday (they were given the Duke’s birthday when they came to the orphanage)

heights:

Jesper is 6’2” - 6’3”

Kaz is 6′

Matthias is 6’4

Nina is 5’9”-5’10”

Inej is 5’3” - 5’4”

Alina is ’short’ (5’3”?)

Mal and the Darkling are ‘tall’ (tbf, like all the characters are tall >:( I want my short people rights)

Nikolai (well, stumhond, but i think they’re the same height) is described by Jesper as tall (so 6’2”+?? why is everyone so tall??? I-)

Zoya is several inches shorter than nina (zoyalai height difference lets go)

Kuwei is slightly shorter than Wylan (who is about 5’8”?)

there’s definitely more, so if you made it this far and have any more, pls add to the list!

#grishaverse #six of crows #the grisha trilogy #the darkling #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #king of scars #rule of wolves #<< mild spoilers #zoyalai #kanej #etc. lol #brain dump

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7soulstars · 4 years ago

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hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady.

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Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have.

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle.

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you.

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him.

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere.

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth.

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

Finally ! Behold ! I am done after ages of procrastination! Thank you for requesting this fic it was really fun to write ! I may have gotten a bit distracted but did you like the twist ? I'm sorry if it's not really great but I really tried my best🥺.I really hope you did ! @gorgeourrific-nerd you too ! I think it is a bit similar to your request I hope you liked it too ! The rest of ya’ll too I ain’t forgotten ya’ll. Pleade like and reblog my posts if you like them ! Feedback is highly appreciated and please do not plagarize my work. I really work hard on them ! Thank you for supporting me! I love ya’ll so much !!

~Love, Hri

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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Early Christmas Gifts

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,730 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I’m in a Connor mood and it’s December. Sue me. Enjoy! -Thorne

She sat beside the old man in the rocking chair, occasionally sipping the tea she’d made. The first snows of December dusted the ground and while it was absolutely freezing, it was too much of a beautiful day to stay in.

Her eyes drifted over to the old man who quietly flipped through the book he held. “Achilles, should I get you another blanket?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m going to head inside in a few moments anyway, (Y/N).”

She nodded and shifted her gaze to the masts of the Aquila. “Is Ratonhnhaké:ton in today?”

“Should be,” Achilles said. “but you know him. He goes where the wind takes him.”

(Y/N) hummed. “I think it’s more of he goes where curiosity takes him.”

The old man snorted and snapped the book shut. “He is curious.” She nodded, thinking it was the end of the conversation—Achilles was a man of few words. “He’s curious about you.”

Her head shot up and she gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Achilles merely offered her a knowing smile before rising to his feet. “I’m going inside for a nap.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and closed. “Wait, Achilles, he’s what about me?”

“Figure it out yourself. You’re not a fool.” He waved her off, the closing of the backdoor the real signature of the conversation closing.

Brows furrowing, she bent over, her hands pressed to her cheeks. “Well, I know I’m not a fool, but what am I supposed to do?” Her face pinched and she argued, “I feel for him, but does that mean he’s curious about that? Or is he curious about colonial women in general? And to what end?” (Y/N) groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Oh, this isn’t good. Curse that old man for leaving me with a riddle like this.”

“Like what?” A voice sounded above her and (Y/N) screeched like a banshee. In her mild hysteria she jerked back, the chair going with her and she tumbled over. She faceplanted onto the back porch and lay there for a moment before letting out a heavy groan.

“Owwww!” she whined, and hands gripped her upper arms, lifting her up as if she were put a feather. She wiggled when they had her in the air. “Put me down! I am not a sack of potatoes!” They did as she asked, gently setting her down and she spun on them, immediately turning into a flustered mess. “Ratonhnhaké:ton? What? What are you doing here?”

His dark brows furrowed. “I live here.”

No? Really? I couldn’t tell. (Y/N) almost rolled her eyes and started picking the chair up, but Connor did it for her. “I thought you’d be out hunting or…whatever it is you do, you know…with your free time.” Nice conversing (Y/N), that’s really going to spur him into fancying you.

“I was hunting earlier.” He said, folding the blanket that had fallen from her lap.

“Did you catch anything?” she inquired, taking the blanket when he held it out.

“I skinned a wolf and an elk.”

(Y/N) perked up at that. “Did you save the meat?” He nodded. “I can make dinner with that.” She threw the blanket over her shoulder. “Oh! I could make elk jerky too!” She smiled. “You can take it with you to snack on when you leave.”

His smile sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “I would appreciate that greatly.”

Her cheeks warmed and she let out a ‘pfft’, hoping it would ease her embarrassment. Instead, she focused on, “So, what are you going to do with the hides?”

Connor opened the door for her, letting her inside first. “I will most likely make belts with the leather and make blades with the antlers.”

“I bet those would be nice to have.” She agreed, walking into the kitchen. He followed her, watching as she opened up the wax cloth. (Y/N) grabbed one of the knives from the rack and started slicing the elk meat but stopped when she felt his eyes.

“…Do you want to help me, Ratonhnhaké:ton?” her question was quiet, as if she were in the middle of a circle of deer.

“Would you like my help?”

The response almost made her glare at him, but the look on his face held genuine earnest.

“There’s some potatoes and onions outside. See if you can harvest any…please.” Connor smiled at her, and her face felt hot.

“I will be right back.” He spun on his heel and exited the kitchen. The second the door closed, (Y/N) dropped her head on the kitchen counter and let out a groan. She was in way too deep. And somewhere in the manor, she could swear she heard Achilles laughing at her.

***

The entire week was as chaotic and she had managed to avoid Connor at every turn, but it was getting harder and harder to excuse herself when he found her. Of course, she’d eventually backed herself into a corner, and by backing herself into a corner, she’d actually wandered too far into the surrounding forests of the Homestead and got herself lost. In her defense, she was looking for the hound that had run off.

She shivered violently, puffs of air coming out in shimmering crystal clouds, as she trudged through the knee-high snow. For the life of her she couldn’t remember what her father had taught her as a child. Do I stay put or keep moving? (Y/N) stopped and looked up, the full moon stared back at her. Keep moving right? Tracks mean someone can follow. Following is good, yes? A lump rose in her throat and the chilly air made the tears sting her eyes, but she kept moving. Fear was definitely not something she did needed right now. She needed to stay focused and most importantly, she needed to stay calm.

Her fingers felt like they were frozen solid, and she shoved them inside her coat, just under her arms. As long as she could still feel, she was okay. But time was against her, and with every passing second, she lost the feeling in her toes and it kept stretching, until it was at her thighs. (Y/N) took a heavy step and upon hitting a deeper bank than she realized, she stumbled over, rolling down the small hill.

She lay there in the snow, too tired to move. The cold bit into her cheeks and nose but she didn’t care. This is it. she thought. I’m going to freeze to death in the middle of a forest. Her fingers twitched and she heaved, pulling herself up to her knees, but that was all the energy she could gather. (Y/N) buried her face in her arms and curled as tight as she could, hoping it would preserve heat. It did little compared to how freezing it was.

Time passed by and her mind became hazy, but most concerningly, she started becoming warm. That’s a bad sign. (Y/N) vaguely remembered. Even I know that. She couldn’t feel her fingers now, nor her toes, and her pants were so soaked she could feel the chill to the bone.

Through the cloud in her mind, she thought she heard footsteps her way, but wrote it off as possible hallucinations until she heard, “(Y/N)!”

She picked her head up, brows furrowing as she looked around her. Finally, she caught sight of a familiar coat of blue and white coming her way rather quickly. Okay, now I’m really hallucinating.

Connor slid to a stop in front of her, his hands coming to cup her cheeks. They were so warm that they burned; a whine left her throat. “(Y/N), I have been looking everywhere for you.”

(Y/N) nodded weakly. “The dog ran off…was trying to…find it.” her words had started slurring and through her heavy-lidded gaze, she could see panic setting onto Connor’s face.

He pulled the leather bag off his back and opened it, pulling out a leather coat. Getting to work, he moved (Y/N)’s arms, settling it on her. The sleeves were fur lined and she sighed audibly.

He stared at her. “Do you think you can you stand?”

(Y/N) shook her head, or at least that’s what she thought she did. “No…no I don’t…think so.”

Connor immediately put his arm around her back, the other going under her legs. He picked her up and she found herself pressed up against his chest. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, her face pressed close to his neck. He was so warm compared to her.

“(Y/N)? Are you awake?”

She moaned lowly, pressing her face to his skin. He twitched slightly at how chilled her lips were.

“I need you to try and stay awake. Can you do that?”

Wanting to laugh, but not capable, she let out a huff. “Keep me…awake.”

His chest rumbled and she felt it. “I made something with those pelts.”

“Mhm?” she mumbled.

“I made this jacket and lined it with the wolf fur.”

“So that’s why…it’s so warm.”

Connor nodded. “I made it for you.”

“For me?”

“You talked about the presents on…” he went silent.

“Christ…mas?”

“Yes, that. You said you exchanged gifts with the ones you love on that day.” His grip tightened. “I was going to give it to you then.”

(Y/N) felt a smile on her lips. “I guess…I got it…early then.” She hummed. “Any other…gifts?”

“I made you a knife.”

That actually cleared up her mind a bit. “…What?”

Connor snorted. “You said it would be nice to have one a week earlier when I returned with the antlers and hides.”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton…I meant for you.”

“Oh…I see.”

She let out a long sigh. “But I still…want it.”

“That’s good.” She knew he was smiling again. He shook her gently. “We’re almost back to the homestead, (Y/N). Stay awake a little longer.”

“‘m cold.” She muttered.

“I know you are.” He grunted, stepping over a fallen log. “Once we get back, you can curl up in front of the fireplace.”

“Yours.” (Y/N) mumbled against his neck.

“…Mine?”

She nodded. “Wanna be…with you.”

Connor went silent a moment, then he whispered, “Do you care for me, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t trust herself to say anything, so she simply nodded and hummed.

“I…care for you too.”

A lazy grin worked onto her lips and Connor could feel it. “I’m…glad.” (Y/N) sighed. “Thank you…for finding me, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

“Always, (Y/N).”

#connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader imagine #connor kenway x reader imagines #connor kenway imagine #connor kenway imagines #connor kenway #ac3 #ac3 imagine #ac3 imagines #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed 3 #assassins creed 3 imagines #assassins creed 3 imagine #ac imagines #ac imagine #achilles davenport

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magicmanias · 5 years ago

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A Crown of Silver Flowers

Request: “You mentioned requests being open. Here is one. Thranduil. From friends to lovers: 7 “I know, but I want more“ Please 😊” @sweetfairy1

7. “I know, but I want more.”

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Summary: Thranduil seeks one last chance with you before he is too late.

(Occurs before the events of the Hobbit.)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers cliché

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Loth means flower in Sindarin. I FINISHED IT!

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit // MASTERLIST

There she was beside him, poised and tall on her Fresian stallion. Loose strands of hair dangled under a garland of poppies that sat on her head blowing calmly in the steady afternoon breeze. She looked like a queen and Thranduil imagined a reality where it could be true. He wondered if she'd prefer a crown of silver or flowers.

“Thranduil?”

“Yes, Ioth?” Thranduil watched her more intently. She avoided his gaze, instead directing her attention to the view before them, though she barely noticed it. Her fingers absent-mindedly rooted through her stallion's tangled mane. Thranduil's elk shifted, bringing her back down to earth.

“Would you… Would you ever be angry with me?”

“Angry? I can't fathom an occasion where I would be angry with you,” he answered. She continued to comb through the horse's locks with her fingers. Thranduil watched her hands stroke nervously through the stallion's mane. He knit his brow. Her hands shook. “What is wrong, loth?”

“I'm… My father—he… he has informed me that he was found a suitable match for me.” Thranduil stiffened. He what? “The captain of the guard in Lithlorien. I am to leave Mirkwood by next morning.”

“You're leaving?“ Thranduil unmounted the elk. He couldn't look her in the eye. How could she be leaving? “When is…”

“The… wedding is in two weeks time.” She followed suit and trailed hopelessly behind the young king.

“Do you love him?” Thranduil turned to see her reaction. He was met with wide, teary eyes and a quivering lip.

“Love him?”

“Yes, do you love him?”

“I… I haven't even met him yet.” She looked down to hide her face. Thranduil knew she was crying. He cupped her cheek and swept a thumb to wipe away a tear. Y/N leaned into it and wept more. She didn't love him. “I don't want to go. I'll miss you so much.”

“Stay.” Thranduil tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. She looked at his icy eyes. She'd never seen the king so… desperate before.

She wiped her eyes and back away from him. “I can't. My father—”

“I don't care what your father says. I am your king, so… I command you to stay.”

The elleth laughed. “Thranduil, my king, I will miss you and your outrageous abuse of power.”

“I would commit treasons across Middle Earth for you,” Thranduil admitted. “Just stay.”

“Oh, that would never end well. What will the people think? A maiden elleth choosing her king before her fiance? It would be rather scandalous.”

“Then we shall run away,” he chuckled. “To another land, far from here.”

“I think that would elicit even more rumors, my king,” she giggled.

The king's voice went quiet, dropping down an octave. “I mean it, Loth. I never want to be apart from you.”

She frowned and took the ellon's hand from her cheek. Once again, she faced the view before her. Perhaps she didn't want to see Thranduil's face when she asked, “Will you come? To the wedding?”

“I… don't think I can.”

There was no need to ask why. There was somewhere deep inside of Y/N that knew the answer. So she didn't ask. She couldn't. If he answered, everything would be ruined. And despite how much she ached to hear her king say those three words to her… it would ruin everything.

“I love you.”

2 Weeks Later

He was… adequate, you supposed. There was nothing wrong with him. Handsome, honorable, fearless, a renowned soldier, and more titles than you could bother to remember. Your father was no obstacle--in fact, he might have adored your fiance more than you tolerated him. When you were given news of your engagement to the ellon, you could not lie and say that you were unimpressed. Your father made him sound like quite the suitor. But the moment he stepped off his white horse and approached you with that cookie cutter smile, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to fall into a deep pit. There really wasn’t anything wrong with him. And yet, every night since then, you couldn't sleep because your head was filled with endless thoughts of running away.

Thranduil had never been so reckless in his life. Battered soldiers lay stiff around him, bruised and near broken at the king’s ill-directed wrath. He heaved and his muscles ached, but he craved to continue. Anger still seeped from his very being, but it seemed all the soldiers were down at his feet or cowering away. He sheathed his sword and stormed away from the scene, leaving the bruised soldiers to pick up after themselves.

He hated her. He hated her like he’d never hated anyone ever in his immortal life. It was a burning, fiery, passionate hatred that made his skin crawl in fury. He wished a lot of things about her. He wished he never set eyes on that infernal elleth. He wished he could scream at her. He wished he could tell her every little horrible emotion he felt toward her. He wished he could take her in his arms and squeeze so tight that she couldn’t breathe. He wished he could be close enough to her to smell her hair. He wished he could touch her skin. He wished to feel her lips upon his. He wished to tell her that he loved her and to hear that she felt the same. He hated her. He hated she didn’t feel the same. He hated that she loved him in a way that was most painful to him. He hated that she was marrying a perfectly suitable ellon that would give her the life he couldn’t. He hated her.

Without her, Thranduil couldn’t breathe, but he might as well give up trying to. Eternal life would be meaningless without her. She was his eternity. Eru, how did it come to this?

You stared at the garnet ring on your finger, mocking you with the future it represented. You contemplated tearing it off and flinging it across the room, but every time you slipped it off just slightly, you knew you’d get up only to find it and place back where it belonged. You sighed and shifted the band around your finger. You much preferred silver over red.

Thranduil stepped into the steaming water of the bath and sunk in. He hoped the water would magically erase his memories of the elleth haunting his every waking moment, but there she was, dancing in his dreams the moment he closed his eyes. Why couldn’t she love him? He tried to hold onto the figment of you dancing with him, but just as all his tainted memories of you transitioned to his nightmare, this one did as well.

2 Weeks Ago

“I wish you hadn't said that.”

“But it's true, Loth. I love you.”

“You're my friend.”

“I know, but I want more,” he said desperately. Thranduil tried to grab her hand but she pulled it away in fear. “I love you, Y/N.“

“I don’t love you, your majesty!“ you screamed back, tears streaming down your cheeks. Thranduil stepped back, rigid and frozen, except for his shattering heart. You wiped your tears quickly, failing to hide them and whimpered. Thranduil’s anger completely disappeared and dismay flooded all his senses. He stepped forward slightly, even more desperate to cling onto you and pretend those words never left your lips.

“Loth…”

“Leave me alone!” She ran away from the heat-broken king. Thranduil could only watch her grow smaller and smaller from his view until she disappeared altogether.

You laid in your bed and stared at the high ceiling. The ring was still wrapped around your hand as you nervously played with it. Tomorrow would pass and your fate would be sealed with an elf you never loved. You allowed your mind to wander aimlessly, hoping to drift to something pleasant to distract you from thoughts of your future husband. Suddenly, you remembered the friend you had been avoiding for so long.

Your silver haired king.

Your heart tugged at the thought of Thranduil. And memories of the last time you saw him ambushed your tired mind. “I don't love you, your majesty!“ You hadn’t meant it.

“Oh Eru.” How could you say those things to him? He probably hated you now, but you didn’t blame him. You hated yourself. The man that was once your closest friend hated you and you would never be able to tell him that you felt the same way he did. Well, the way he used to at least.

You loved him. You’d always loved him. He may have fallen in love with you decades ago, but you’d loved him for centuries. For all that time, you had grown accustomed to a fate of unrequited love, so when he said those things to you… you didn’t know what to do. Being in love with the silver king was a reverie, a fantasy that occupied your dreams at night, but when you awoke, you forced yourself to act like he was no more than your king and your friend. After centuries of pretending you didn’t love him, you had become good at it and the thought that he could love you never even crossed your conscious mind.

It was late, but Thranduil found himself unable to sleep, plagued with thoughts of her. Everything about her crossed his tired mind. Her hair that was never fully neat. The way she carried herself when walking down a path, even when she thought no one was looking. The smile that crept on her lips when it wasn't proper. The sound of her sweet voice when she sang to him in the evenings. The glow that encircled her in the morning. Why was she getting married? He'd really thought she loved him.

Why were you getting married? It made your father so happy and your mother couldn't hold more pride toward her daughter, but why were you doing this? You hadn't even liked the ellon you were marrying, let alone loved him. You were glad it was so late. You were too tired to cry. At least your eyes wouldn't be puffy during the wedding. The dark circles under your eyes would be another problem though. At least Thranduil wouldn't see you like this. Why were you getting married?

Thranduil didn't care if you loved him. He needed to see his friend. She couldn't marry someone she'd only met. Maybe she didn't love him, but he would do everything in his power to prevent her from a life of unhappiness with another ellon. The king marched out of his chambers, ignoring the confused servants in his way. “Alefen, retrieve my stag.”

“But, your majesty—”

“This is urgent. I must leave as soon as possible.”

“Of course, your majesty.”

You had to see him. You couldn't marry that ellon. You loved Thranduil. He may hate you now, but he'd been your friend for so long. Perhaps you could at least save that.

You sprinted out of your room, still in your nightgown, and raced to the stables. Your horse jumped at the sudden sound of your footsteps and shot his gaze up at you.

“Hello,” you whispered gently to the stallion, stroking his black nose. “I know you must be anxious to go out.”

The black steed whinnied in agreement and stomped his hooves into the dirt.

“I'm going to need you to ride like the wind,” you said, still stroking his soft fur. “We're going home.”

Thranduil rode into the forest on the large stag, hearing nothing but the footsteps of the stag and his racing heart. Lithlorien was a day's ride away, but by then Y/N would already be married. Thranduil shook the thought out of his head. He was determined to get there.

“Fly faster,” he told the elk. “Please, as fast as you can.”

Y/N had been riding for an hour. Her stallion ever-loyal had managed to keep a consistent pace, just as desperate to be home as she was. The forest was just coming into view, compelling the horse to pump it's legs even faster.

“Woah, Stygian, my love, slow. You will kill yourself at this pace,” you cooed, pulling gently on his mane. The stallion grunted, but continued to gallop too speed. You winced pulling harder, demanding the horse to slow, but he would not. “Stygian, you must— Ah!”

The stallion stopped still in his tracks and distracted, you did not grip onto him properly, sending you flying into the air. You braced for the hard impact, but you landed much quicker than you anticipated and on much softer group than you expected. Slowly, you opened your eyes and were met with icy blue ones.

“Ah!” You tried to scramble away in fear, but in your struggle you fell once more, this time on actual ground. “Ow!”

Wait, something about those eyes… They were familiar. Icy blue…

“Loth?” a familiar voice called out.

You sat up and looked at the king above you. Your pained face stretched into a smile as you witnessed the silver haired ellon leave the back of the elk and offer a hand to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, taking his hand and pulling yourself up.

“I could ask you the same, Loth,” he said warmly. He quickly let go of your hand, to your disappointment. You watched silently as he went and brought your spooked horse back over to you.

“I-I came back. I couldn't marry him,” you admitted, your voice echoing in the forest. Thranduil remained silent, silently pleading for you to continue. “I…Thranduil, I… hope you don't hate me.” Perhaps you weren't tired enough, because tears managed to well in your eyes and fall.

“Hate you?” Thranduil repeated. His heart broke at the sight of you. You looked so tired and sad, oh, but you were beautiful all the same. He remembered the anger he felt toward you only just that morning and the weeks prior. No, he didn't hate you. He never did. He was just so tormented. But he couldn't hate you. “No, I don't hate you, Loth.”

“Y-You don't?” you blubber, still crying. You tried in vain to wipe your tears away. “But-But—”

Thranduil moved your hand from your face and wiped your tears from your cheeks and replaced them with his hand, rubbing a thumb in your skin.

“I could never hate you, loth.” He smiled bitterly. “You may not love me, but I will always love you.”

“I love you.”

Thranduil shook his head. “You do not need to spare me my feelings, loth.”

“Its true,” you insisted. “I’ve loved you for so long, Thranduil. I love you… I'm sor—”

Before you could apologize, hands wrapped around your waist and lips enveloped your own. Your hands made their way up Thranduil's chest and rested on his face. You melted into the kiss and he pulled you closer. You noses rubbed together and you pushed ever closed to him.

Stygian whinnied loudly, bringing you out of the kiss. You laughed and Thranduil merely smiled. He grabbed your hands and kissed them.

“Marry me,” he said gently, focusing on your hands, small in his large grasp.

“What?” you gasped.

“I love you. I want to make you my queen, loth.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I want to make you mine.”

“I am yours, my love.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips.

He was the one to break the second kiss, enveloping you in his arms. He placed his head on yours and stroked your back. “Would you like a crown of silver or flowers?”

“Both.”

He chuckled. “It shall be done, my queen.”

“Thranduil?” He hummed in acknowledgement. “Will you only call me Loth?”

“Do you not like ‘my queen’?”

“Others can call me that if they wish, but I like it when you call me Loth,” you said.

“If that's what you plead, my Loth.”

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minsimagines · 5 years ago

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lead me home | werewolf!v

summary: taehyung is a werewolf, and y/n knows wolves don’t belong in big cities.

a/n: i had this laying in a folder on my comuter and thought i’d share, then i read through it and cried so here you go, lmao.

words: 5k.

WARNING: super angst. like, super super angst. you might cry, you’ve been warned. heartbreak. mentions of nudity, mention of sex, a bit of blood.

★ ⋆ ✰ ✦ ☾ ✮ ⁎ ★ ⋆ ✰ ☾ ⁎ ✦ ✮ ⁎ ☾ ★ ⋆ ✰

You’d often find Taehyung by the window of your little apartment when you came home on the evenings, staring out at the city view, eyes glued to the mountains in the far distance. He’d brush it off as enjoying the scenery, that wonderful broad smile spreading over his lips almost distracting you, though you were left with a constant uneasy feeling in your chest.

The insane amount of homework added with the part time job you had at a small 24/7 shop would often occupy your mind, and though you felt awful, it had to be done. You couldn’t live if you didn’t work, and you would be stuck at the little shop for the rest of your life unless you finished your studies. Though it felt like a hundred years away, there were three more years.

Every day seemed to pass in a blur, everything melting together. The touch of his rough hands on your soft skin, his tight embraces and encouraging words, the sleepless nights, the late hours at the shop, the failed exams – you were about to go nuts. And it didn’t help that you felt so bad for leaving Taehyung by himself most of the day, and the feeling you had of stress from having to make time for him and your relationship as well.

He’d always pull you away from your studying to help you focus – to give you a break. Just a couple of minutes, but he would help you breathe and calm down and whenever he did, you’d feel so calm, like you were unstoppable. He was amazing at helping you relax. Especially when you were too stressed to function and you didn’t remember to eat or sleep, and you hunched over your notes crying.

“This is okay,” he’d whisper. “You’re strong and you’ll be fine, and you will do great even if the test didn’t go as planned.”

His kind hadn’t been one to speak to show love, or any other emotion for that sake, and though he knew you needed verbal communication as well, he could always just look at you, and you’d know. He understood. He always understood.

You’d watch Taehyung, as his mind drifted off, as he daydreamt of grass beneath his paws, of the smell of animals and flowers. You’d brush your fingers through his hair to calm him down after he jumped out of bed in the middle of the night, not understanding where he was. You’d crawl down from the bed when you awoke and found him asleep on the floor, and you’d sleep next against his body – the bed was too soft for him. You’d distract him when his skin and muscles were itching and yearning for a release and change you couldn’t even begin to fathom the pleasure of.

You’d drive him out into the countryside every full moon. To the top of the same hill, the open plains spreading out wide, ending in the forest off in the distance. That was where he went every time. You’d watch his grey fur as he ran through the tall, beige grass, his shape growing smaller and smaller until he was out of sight. There, he did what the animal in him needed to do – whatever that was.

He never spoke about it and you didn’t ask. He may have been hunting, he may have been meeting some of his own kind – you had a feeling you’d never know. And had you not had this unease in your chest, you might have asked him, but you wanted him to be free for those few hours. Free of the city, free of hiding, free of… free of you.

You knew, from the first time you’d seen his yellow eyes in between the trees as you visited your grandfather up on the mountains as a child, that you loved him. Maybe not in the way you did later on, but when you saw him for the first time, though foolish – you were not scared. You could not for the life of you figure out why; you had always had massive respect for wolves and other predators, yet his eyes had captured something inside you. He was only a puppy.

Your grandfather told you that though he was a puppy, he was a wild predator and predators followed instincts. He’d warned you about the wolf, though you had seen him leave left over after dinner outside when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

The young wolf had showed up outside of the cabin three evenings in a row, and on the fourth evening of your stay, as your grandpa had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV, you’d sat out on the bench in front of the house, watching the view of the valley below the cabin, short legs dangling. The river, the hills, the trees. The wolf had sat a bit behind you, watching the view with you. You’d noticed him, but you didn’t’ move. Didn’t say a word. You didn’t see him, though you heard him come. You knew he was there. When you turned, after the sun had set, he was gone.

Whenever your grandfather was busy, or if he drove into town to buy groceries, you’d run outside in your rubber boots and you’d sit patiently in the grass, legs crossed, doll in hand. You’d let him approach you, and you’d let him nudge your knee with his snout. You’d throw your doll and he’d catch it and bring it back.

You’d loved how free he was. How he ran around wherever he wanted. How he would chase birds and jump into puddles.

You had seen the wolf again when you were an awkward teenager. He had even sat outside your room in the cabin a whole night, and you had sat in the deep windowsill, watching him, though you weren’t as adventurous as you had been as a child. You were more scared. It was a wild wolf, and you had no intentions of ending up as dinner.

He’d saved you from being trampled by a frightened elk as you were taking a walk, trying to get reception on your phone. He’d ran in and shoved the elk out of the way with the side of his huge body, and though you had frozen in fear of the sight, his gaze clashed with yours as the elk ran off, and he had understood. He didn’t approach. He slowly backed away and disappeared between the trees once again. ⋆

“Are you hungry?” You asked Taehyung, who turned away from the view of the city and hit you with a dashing smile.

“Always,” he muttered, striding over to you in the kitchen half of the small apartment. Hands wrapped around your waist, drawing a smile and a small chuckle from your lips at his words.

“It’s the full moon tomorrow,” you said, trying to sound chirpy, yet the sour feeling in your chest was heavier than ever. He had spent more time by the window, more time touching you than he ever had, more time praising you, loving you and though you loved him to bits, it was making you dread your plan for the approaching full moon. This was your life. Not his.

“I know,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before he left you to make dinner. You always cooked – not because he didn’t want to help, but you liked it. Your mother had loved to make food, and making dinner made you feel somewhat closer to her, even if she wasn’t around anymore.

“The neighbors are fighting,” he noted from the couch, eyes glued to the television. You were about to answer when you noticed he was watching a documentary about animals. An aching spread through your chest as you were once again reminded of how little he belonged in your world, and how much he probably missed his own.

“Yeah?” You uttered, trying to sound like you normally did. His eyes had met yours in question, clearly picking up on the different tone. You’d cleared your throat and sent him a broad smile. It seemed to fool him as he smiled back to you and turned his attention to the TV again.

“Yeah. She won’t have sex with him,” he said, and your eyes snapped towards him in surprise. Even after 7 months, you were still surprised at how straight forwards he was. Also, how keen his hearing was. And his other senses.

“That’s… something,” you mumbled.

“Hey, you know that uhm, those things you gave me yesterday? What are they called?” He asked, eyes peering over at you in curiosity. You glanced at him, though it hurt to do so.

“The grapes?” You asked, turning your attention back to the food.

“Yes, grapes,” he chuckled as he laid down, long legs kicking out on the couch. The sight, compared to him in the fields, had you looking away again.

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You’d driven to your grandfather’s cabin after he, together with your mother and father, had passed away in a car accident. It had been over a year since it happened, and you had finally gathered the courage and strength to take two weeks off to go up there to pack up the cabin and prepare it for new owners.

You had forgotten about your childhood friend, though it all came back to you as you found those yellow eyes watching you from the shadows of the trees once again. He was still there, even bigger than you remembered; he’d grown massive, almost concealed by the darkness, though you could see his shape.

Like when you were young, he would show up on the evenings, like a giant guard dog, watching over the house. You’d put out something for him to eat one night and had been happy to find the bowl empty the next day.

You’d only found out about his human half when the wolf, that evening, came limping and bloody onto the property. You walked out to meet him in horror at his state, when his body had contorted, twisted in on itself. You were certain you could never forget the sight. On the ground before your feet laid a man, skin dirty and hair messy.

His body had been almost torn apart with wounds as you, though scared, crouched besides him and gently brushed his brown bangs out of his eyes. They cracked open and looked at you in tired desperation, that same yellow still lingering in his human irises, though blended with a soft brown shade. His wounds were shaped like bitemarks and deep scratches.

It took a while, but he managed to stumble into the cabin with your help, and you did the best you could with the little you had. You hadn’t brought any form of first aid up onto the mountain. You’d helped him into a pair of your grandfather’s old pair of pajama pants and onto the couch.

You stayed awake by his side that night, brushing sweat away from his forehead and upper body with a cold cloth. He slipped in and out of consciousness, and each time he had tried to sit up in panic until his eyes met yours and he relaxed back down.

He was gone when you woke up. Bright sunlight hitting your face, body resting against the couch. You’d gone outside right away, eyes darting around the field in front of you and down into the valley. On the bench laid your grandfather’s pants, neatly folded.

⋆

“By the way, how did the test go today?” He muttered against your shoulder as he joined you in bed, his inhuman warmth engulfing your tired body.

“I think it went better than the last one,” you whispered, turning to face him. His eyes glowed in the dark of the room, and you were spellbound.

“You’re really beautiful,” you said, and though it was dark, you could make out the bright smile on his face.

“Do you miss the mountain?” You asked. The words slipped out before you could stop yourself and you dreaded the answer. He was horrible at hiding his emotions, though he didn’t know he was, so when he lied; you knew – but he didn’t know you knew.

“Sometimes,” he’d say, his eyes growing sad, though the smile was still there. “But I like being with you more.”

You knew he meant what he had said, he would have never left with you unless he did. He wanted to be with you, and you knew that – but he had an instinct in him that would forever be stronger than anything a human could ever understand. He was a wolf, a wild predator, he wasn’t a dog meant to be kept in an apartment and let out every now and then – he was a magical creature. He wasn’t meant to be tame like this.

“You can tell me if you do, you know,” you whispered, wanting him both to admit it and to lie to spare you from the pain. Both would hurt equally. “It was your home, after all.”

“I…” he hesitated. You knew he did. It was a silly question. It was his home, of course he missed it!

“I miss it,” he admitted. and you felt something, almost a relief washing over you. You had been right.

“I want you to be happy,” he added, his voice tired, and you didn’t answer him. Your fingers running steadily through his hair.

He fell asleep before you did, and your smile had long vanished. He was kicking his foot every now and then, and you knew he was dreaming of the grass. ⋆

He had come back that evening, as the sun was setting over the valley and you were crouched by a flowerbed by the wall of the cabin, picking at the weeds. You’d almost thrown your little shovel in the air in surprise at his appearance, though as you stood and looked at him, you couldn’t believe it was the same man that had been inside your cabin that whole night. His body was completely fine. Though red where the worst of gashes had been, he seemed to have healed and was left with only scars to tell the tale.

“Hello,” you’d said, trying to sound confident.

“Hello,” he’d replied, and you’d frowned at the state of his voice. It was deep and raspy, scratching at his throat as he spoke. He hadn’t spoken in a long time. You had wanted to ask what had attacked him, but you didn’t.

You’d sat outside on the bench each evening, and he’d show up to accompany you. Some nights you’d talk, others you’d just sit and enjoy the view and sounds. You grew unbearably close. You’d known your departure was coming up in a few days’ time, but you’d also felt a pull towards him that you couldn’t understand.

He’d told you he thought his name was Taehyung, though he wasn’t sure anymore, he hadn’t used a name since he was young. You’d smiled and said you loved it. The smile on his lips, after hearing your words, had almost knocked you out of your mind.

He’d told you stories about where he was from, what he was. Stories that, had you not known better, you’d think were from another world. Magic and wonder, though you always had a feeling he was holding back. You never pushed him. He told you wonderful stories about soulmates and how every werewolf had one, and fairies who were not as friendly as our stories had them.

His sweet nature, his goofy smile, his curiosity about anything you told him about, was drawing you closer and closer to him and you could listen to his deep voice day in and day out. He was straight forward, asking about you and why you were there, not really seeming to grasp the idea of the sadness of your family’s death, other than the fact that he had liked your old grandpa when he had been alive and that he missed the left overs he’d set out for him before he died.

You had felt so lost when you realized you were falling in love with him, though you weren’t afraid; you knew your feelings were mutual. He wasn’t… shy.

His animalistic approach to romantic gestures had caught you off guard. Not used to the norms of socialized humans, he leant into your neck one night, arms wrapping tightly around your body. Had you not felt like you were utterly safe in his hands, you might have pushed him off.

You didn’t.

He had asked you if it was alright, a whisper in your ear, and you had barely managed to nod your head in the trance you were in. He’d later told you he knew you wanted him to touch you. Said he could smell it on you. He could smell your desire.

Sharp teeth had gently graced the skin on your throat, sending ripples of shivers through your body, which he seemed to enjoy very much. He had inhaled deeply, taking in your scent and was about to – had you not stopped him – rip your clothes to shreds. You’d pulled his face towards yours, your lips gently pressing against his. He had, at first, not understood what you were doing, though with a little guidance, he had come around.

When you’d woken up the next morning, sky light blue in the sunrise, body nude and spent, though as happy as you’d ever been; he was gone again. Your heart had dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you’d stumbled into a pair of sweats and thrown a t-shirt over your head as you’d ran downstairs, tears welling on your eyes, only to see him outside on the bench. Running outside, you’d stood panting in distress, staring at him with desperate eyes.

As if knowing exactly what you were feeling, he gave you a soft smile as he stood up. He was wearing your grandfather’s pajama pants, and though they fit him, you grew confused. He hadn’t wanted to wear clothes the whole week you’d known him as a human.

“It’s today,” he had said, and you’d swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he was referring to. The weeks, though it had felt like a decade, had ended.

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His sweet laugh had rung through the apartment as you entered the living room on midday, ready to leave for the countryside. It was the night of the full moon.

His laugh was contagious, and he never laughed at the right times, though it made your heart soar with joy. He didn’t get jokes or puns, though he loved slapstick comedy. That, he understood. He understood anything physical.

He wasn’t made for the city.

“What are you watching?” You asked, leaning against the couch, trying to distract yourself from the heartbreaking thoughts running through your mind.

“I don’t know,” he’d laughed, shaking his shoulders. You’d almost burst into tears, the pain in your chest making it hard to breathe properly, though you had to try; he would hear something was wrong if you weren’t breathing normally.

Your wonderful protector. Your loving, beautiful Taehyung. Your magical and caring lover. You bit the inside of your cheeks, avoiding his eyes as you got ready to leave.

You drove him through the massive city, through the crowded streets and the jungle of concrete and tall buildings. The ride was quiet. But not just the usual quiet; you could often spend hours in silence and not feel out of place. This silence was heavy. As if there were words that needed to be said between the two of you, clear as day, yet none of you dared to speak them out loud. Out through the suburbs and far into the quiet countryside, further than you’d ever driven before, you parked the car off road, and you stood by him on a hill by open plains and fields of tall grass as his eyes closed, head tilted back to smell the air.

This was his life. Not yours. ⋆

Once you had come over the initial shock of him not having left you, you’d nodded your head and whispered that yes, that day would be the last day in the cabin. You’d be leaving for the city again, and the cabin would be sold to someone else who wanted to take care of it.

He’d begged you to stay. He’d begged you to be with him and let him protect you. His deep voice had brought fresh tears to your eyes, his vows and promises of hunting for you and helping you in any way he could, whatever he could do to make you stay there with him.

You’d told him that you couldn’t. You had only those two weeks off, and you told him that it hurt just as much for you, but you couldn’t give up your life in the city. Your parents had paid for your university before they had passed away, and you couldn’t just drop out and leave the apartment behind. It would crush your heart to give up the closest thing you still had to them, the things they left behind, even if your feelings for Taehyung felt like something from another world.

And he had hugged you so tight as you’d burst into tears, sobbing, torn in half. You’d found love, or what could become love, and you didn’t belong together. Taehyung, though a bit held back, convinced you to believe in it. He’d stroked your hair and reassured you, saying you were meant to be, but you had heard the hesitation in his voice even back then. You had refused to acknowledge it.

“I promise I’ll come back and see you,” you’d uttered in a breath, on your knees outside your cabin. He was next to you, holding you. You’d pushed away to look up at him with tear stained eyes, knowing full well you weren’t going to be able to come back in a long time.

“I’ll come with you,” he had muttered then, after a long pause. Your face had dropped in confusion. He would come with you? But he had nothing to go to, nothing he knew, nothing to do.

“What?” You’d whispered, your tears halting.

“I’ll come with you,” he repeated, sounding more certain the second time around.

You had told him no. He was wild, he was of the forest and the grass and the wilderness, he wasn’t made to live in the city, and you had told him no. As much as you’d loved the idea of being with him, he was meant to be out in the wild.

Your words had only seemed to fuel him further. He wanted to go. He would go, he said. He would be with you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to touch you and smell you and listen to your wonderful voice.

After much debate, you’d made it clear to him that you did want the same thing, you just didn’t think he had really wanted to leave. You wanted to be with him more than anything.

So, he came with you. He put on a sweater, and he helped you pack the car. You’d watched him with careful eyes. His strong body, covered by the clothes… you weren’t a pervert, but it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t him – he wasn’t human like you. You swallowed and bit it back, sending him a smile when he looked at you.

He’d showered before you left, and you’d almost sent him out into the fields to roll around. You missed the patches of dirt on his cheeks and the wild waves of his messy brow hair, but you bit it back. He was still the same person. He was the wonderful, magical person you were falling in love with. And you convinced yourself it was the right thing to take him with you.

It wasn’t that hard to incorporate him in the life of the city. He was curious by nature, and everything was entertaining. He loved all the flashing lights, all the sounds and the smells and all the strange people wearing strange clothes. He adapted fast, and he seemed to like it – and though you knew it wasn’t his life, you convinced yourself it could be. ⋆

You stepped away from the car, your eyes wandering over the fields. This was it. This was the place. It was breathtaking, and it was closer to your grandfather’s cabin; he could find his way home from where you were standing. Turning to look at him, he was watching you with an expression you hadn’t seen before, though it made you feel warm and safe and you knew you had made the right decision.

You stepped towards him, like you usually did before he changed, and you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso, pressing your palms against his upper back, squeezing your eyes shut. You breathed in deeply as he wrapped his arms around you, and ran his fingers through your hair, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You stepped back and cupped his cheek with your hand. His eyes were soft. Understanding. He knew. It almost set you back, noticing the familiar gaze. He had known the whole time.

He pulled his sweater over his head, folding it neatly in his hands, before he handed it to you. He did the same with his pants, and you held them to your chest. He never wore shoes.

As his bones began to crack under the light of the full moon, you looked away as his beautiful face morphed to that of an equally breathtaking predator. The piercing eyes, the sharp claws and teeth; he could tear you apart in an instant, yet he never touched a hair on your body with anything but loving hands.

As the cracking receded, you turned to look at him with an aching chest. You didn’t need him to speak to know what his eyes were asking you. His big, yellow, loving orbs boring into yours, glowing in the dark. Your bottom lip quivered, and you bit down on it to conceal your emotions. With a small nod of your head, you curled your arms around the clothes tighter, telling him it was okay. Telling him to go. To be free.

He gave you a deep nod of his big head, staring at you for a couple second longer, before he turned to run off. You watched him as he ran, his strong legs pushing away underneath him, his big form disappearing over the plains faster than any animal you had ever seen. Beautiful fur bouncing as he ran, glistening in the moon light. A shaky breath left your lips as your knees shivered under your weight, tears welling in your eyes, your heart breaking.

You watched him run, and his bright smile flashed in your mind. His laugh, his touch, the wonder in his eyes as he spoke about the world, the wild and the freedom he was from. Where he belonged. Where he could live with his own kind. The way his fingers had desperately tried to braid your hair, the way his body pressed against yours when he was uncertain of the life in the city, the way his lips would leave your skin burning and tingling in pleasure, the way he never backed down from a challenge. He was free again now.

You knew he understood. He always had. He knew this would happen as well, you were sure of it, though it didn’t make it easier. He knew you loved him, and he knew you would forever keep him in your heart just as he would keep you with him. The pain in your chest was impossible to describe; your whole body throbbed in pain as you watched him disappear into the forest far away, and it wasn’t long before you were sobbing against the ground.

A sob wrecked through your body, a silent scream leaving your lungs. You could barely breathe as you cried, though you desperately wiped at your eyes, knowing this was the best for him. Knowing that if you stayed longer, you would be tempted to go after him, to be selfish and take him back. Beg him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay – but you had tried that already. You had taken him, and you had let him tell you things were going to be okay. He had left his world for you, yet it didn’t work. It wasn’t right.

Tears blurring your vision, you pushed yourself off the ground, his clothes pressed to your chest. You held them up to your nose, taking in a deep breath of his scent, squeezing your eyes shut.

They snapped open when the sound of a howl, his howl, broke through the air. You could see him, in the distance, on a small hill, barren of trees, howling towards the moon, and you somehow knew he was talking to you. You felt like he was besides you, holding you again, patting your head and telling you that you still loved each other. That love didn’t have to be this way or that way, and that you were both still alive. Telling you to live on, that he would be fine.

Telling you to go. To be free.

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Whiterun

Kisara gasps as Ren and Lucien lead her through the gates into the bustling city of Whiterun. She stops at the little bridge and pulls the hood closer to her face, watching all the people go about their day in the walls of the city. The guards patrol the city as the children run past them playing and laughing.

She smiles softly at the sight before her. "Never been in a city before?" Ren asks softly, breaking her trance. "No. I live in the woods." She sighs, feeling a little overwhelmed and homesick. "Come on let's head toward Jorvaskr. I'm sure we can get some answers from my friends there." Ren says, walking ahead of her and Lucien.

Kisara stops at the giant tree in the middle of the Wind Distract. She stares at the tree. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lucien asks, quietly, standing beside her. "Yes. She is." Kisara says, walking over to the tree. She lays a gentle hand on the tree.

She feels a rush of wind around her as she hears the whispering of the wind through the branches of the trees. She smiles softly as she hears Kyne's peaceful song. Ren turns around at the bottom of the stairs at Jorvaskr when he realizes there is no one behind him.

He stares in amazement as the wind picks up around Kisara. He hears footsteps and looks at the top of the stairs to see a familiar small female much like Kisara appear from Jorvaskr. "Ah, Ren. Good to see you again." She smiles. "You as well, Luna." He smiles, then frowns when he sees Bear behind her. "See you still got that big ogre following you." He teases.

She joins him at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah. He's the best companion a woman like me could ask for. When he's not being over protective." Luna smiles. Bear just growls in response. Lucien and Kisara make their to Ren's side.

"I see you still got Lucien with you. Who's this?" Luna asks, intrigued. Kisara hides behind Ren. Lucien places a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. They are friends of ours." He assures her. "This is Kisara. We are on our way to see Euroland about getting her some armor. Then later placing an order with Ysolda to get her some clothes that better fit her." Ren explains rather emotionless.

Luna looks him over. "You look exhausted, Ren. When's the last time you've rested?" She asks, worried. "A couple of days ago. Joys of being a hero. You never get to rest." He smiles. "Well, I have some armor and clothes she can have. So if you wanna go put her an order for weapons, I can take care of the rest. Bear, go get my satchel from my horse and meet me at The Bannered Mare." Luna demands in an authoritative tone. He nods and walks off toward the gate.

She walks around Ren and takes a closer look at the woman. Removing the hood, she gasps. "Your eyes looks like Ren's but your hair is beautiful. I love the fiery red." She gushes. She grabs Kisara's hand pulls her away from Ren and smiles happily. She moves her hair.

"You're a halfling too." She says. Kisara just nods, unsure what to think of the woman in front of her. "Are you two brother and sister?" She spews out. "I don't think so?" Kisara says, sounding confused. "That's part of the reason why I'm back in Whiterun. I need to speak Rayne." Ren explains.

"She's not here. She left earlier to investigate the an abandon prison. Something about a man being held captive by the Thalmor." Luna explains. Ren groans and rubs his face under the hood. "Great. We'll are going to need a place to stay." He grumbles. Luna smiles. "Come on. I have a place outside the city, near Loreius farm. You can rest there." Luna smiles, pulling Kisara down the stairs. "I'll meet you at the stables." Ren says. Luna just waves.

He walks up the stairs. He sees Farkas and Vilkas training outside. "Vilkas, can you give Rayne a message for me?" Ren asks, looking at the twins. "I suppose." He says. Lucien pulls a quill and parchment from his bag, handing it to Ren. Ren writes a quick letter briefly explaining the last two days.

He hands it to Vilkas. "Tell her to meet us at the manor near Loreius farm." He says, handing Vilkas the letter. "I will. Anything else?" He asks, in his usual hateful tone. Ren pulls a sack of gold and hands it to him. "Have someone deliver the some weapons there too." He says, walking toward the stairs leading to Euroland's forge.

After placing an order for a bow, two daggers and three big orders of arrows. He paid Euroland well for all of it. Meeting Luna and Kisara at the stables, he got on his horse as Lucien summoned Clive. Luna gets on a solid white horse as Bear gets on a dark brown on. Kisara smiles softly.

Kisara whistles loudly and a black deer runs through the grass and stops her side. She smiles softly as the deer lays his head on her shoulder. "Oh, Auri. I've missed you too." She smiles as she pets him. He licks the side of her face. "We've got to go." She whispers. Auri kneels down and Kisara gets on his back.

"A fucking deer?" Bear says for the first time. "Ren, what is she? The only people that ride deer and elk are Forsworn. Please tell me she's not a a Forsworn." Luna says, worried. "Can we talk about this when we get to the manor?" Ren asks. "I suppose. Let's go." Luna says, taking off. Everyone follows her.

Arriving at the manor, everyone dismounted their steeds and Luna led them around the side of the home to an area where they could sit and talk. Luna leads Kisara in the house as everyone else takes seats around a fire pit.

Luna returns moments later. She sits down on the cushions below Bear. "So explain, Ren." She demands in a serious tone. He sighs as he removes the hood and lets his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. He begins explaining the last two days, leaving out the part where Kisara might be a Dragonborn too.

Luna just nods taking everything in. She remains silent for a moment, processing every little detail. She knew that Ren was Dragonborn. She knew the moment she helped with the Nordic ruin outside Morthal. "So she is Forsworn? Why isn't she wearing the armor?" Bear asks, curiously.

Ren goes to open his mouth to respond but falls silent when she steps out of the house. "Because I was forced to leave my tribe." Kisara says sadly, looking at the ground as she plays with the fabric of the dress.

Lucien blushes taking in her beauty, as she takes a seat between him and Ren. He places a gentle hand on hers. "Why were you kicked from the tribe?" Luna asks. "Because a dragon attacked. When we killed it, I absorbed its power." She explained. Luna's eyes widened. "Wait. What? I thought there was only one Dragonborn. How can she absorb it's power too?" Bear asked confused.

"What's a Dragonborn?" Kisara asked, confused as Bear. She looks between Lucien and Ren for answers. "I am a Dragonborn. By slaying dragons. I can absorb their soul and use it to learn shouts or words of power." Ren explains. "So that means I'm a Dragonborn too? So I'm not cursed." Kisara sighs.

"No. Just means that you will fight dragons and protect people. Also means that we will have to visit the Greybeards too." Lucien says, thoughtfully. Ren nods in agreement. "But that will have to wait a few days." A familiar voice says from the side of the house. Everyone looks that way as a tall, curvy woman appears.

The silver haired woman stood before them with a man with a tattoo over his right eye. "Good to see you, Ren, Luna and Lucien." She smiles. "You as well, Rayne." Ren stands and goes and hugs the woman. She was a couple inches shorter than him.

The man behind her growled. "Easy there, big guy. This is my nephew. Ren, this is Kaidan. Kaidan, this is Ren, Lucien, Luna, and Bear. I don't know the small elven woman. But she looks like Zevran and Kira, so I'm assuming that's their daughter." She smile, as she walks over and looks closely at the woman.

"What?" Ren says, shocked. "So my mother actually was Kira?" Kisara asked confused. "Yes, your father was the famous thief/assassin, Zevran. Ren, your parents were never killed by the Thalmor. Your father and your mother separated after you were born. Realizing that their children were twin halflings meant for something great. They decided to keep you two apart so the Thalmor wouldn't try to kill you. Zevran meet another woman in the Imperial City, who was related to your best friend there. They fell in love.

"Kisara, your mother returned to her tribe where she raised you. They did this to you all safe. Ren, does she know your real name?" Rayne asks. He shakes his head no. "Well, you should tell her. Also, your father is alive. He is currently in Riften. Kisara, dear, I'm gonna call you Kia for short. Your mother is safe. She left the tribe and joined Cael's tribe. I know you remember him." Rayne explains.

"How do you know all this?" Lucien asks. "As the head of my family and being the Harbinger. I have to know this stuff." She says, in confident tone. "What happened to Kodlak?" Luna asks. That was her uncle after all. "He was killed by the Silverhand." Rayne admits sadly. She hugs Luna. "I'm sorry, dear." She says. "It's alright. I'll have to write mother and inform her." Luna says, softly. "I already wrote her and told her everything." Rayne states.

Luna just looks at the older Nord woman. "Thank you." She smiles weakly. "You are welcome. Kodlak would not want you to be bad. He would want you to celebrate." Rayne smiles softly at the small Imperial woman. "Kaidan, how would you like to celebrate a death and the reunion of lost siblings?" She asks the man, that stood at her side in silence.

"I could go for a drink or two." He says. The group traveled back to Whiterun in the company of Rayne and her new companion, Kaidan, who didn't really talk much. Upon returning to Whiterun that night, Rayne informed the Companions that would have the next couple of days off in celebration of a reunion siblings.

#skyrim #lucien flavius #dragonborn #skyrim oc #skyrim companions #kaidan 2

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Dazed and Confused (Part 2)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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It didn’t take long in a town as small as Elk Ridge, Washington to figure out where Dean was staying. There were parts of the place that were laid out as you expected. Suburbia was near the one school. The main street housed almost all of the businesses. The lumber mill where probably most people worked was nestled near the east outskirts of town. There wasn’t a whole lot else there. If you wanted some peace and quiet, it was probably a quaint little place to stay.

Some homes were spread out far and wide though. The feds had set you up in place that made your college dorm room seem like a mansion, located on the west side of town. You had a few neighbors but they were nearly a mile down the road. It had plenty of privacy which was great for investigating but you weren’t a huge fan of the isolation personally.

Dean was to the north, in some old hunting cabin that he was slowly fixing up. At least that’s what Kat, the town gossip, told you. She’d always say hello to Dean when she saw him around and he was cordial back but he kept to himself for the most part. He worked at the mill and frequented the one garage that would special order car parts for him. For the most part though, you had no leads.

“Well,” you said, sitting in your car shortly after lunch, the sound of an Impala driving back towards the mill giving you an idea. “I don’t think you’ll mind if I do a little poking around, Dean.”

You drove to his place in less than ten minutes, seeing nothing in terms of security around the property. You parked your car a ways down the road and doubled back through the tree line and to the home. You went to the backdoor first and found it unlocked, opening straight into a laundry room that smelled of sweaty clothes.

“You really better not be some psychopath, Dean,” you mumbled, walking into his kitchen, finding it sparse but Dean had always liked to keep his spaces clean. You opened a cupboard, finding it crammed full, a smile on your face. “That’s more like it.”

“I told you to stay away,” said Dean, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You turned your head over your shoulder, Dean right behind you, arms crossed. You stood up, spinning around and finding his hand in your jacket, shoving you through the backdoor.

“Dean, I-”

“I told you to leave me alone,” he said, clenching his one hand, twisting his body back like…

You dodged most of the punch but Dean had some weight behind it, knocking you to the ground regardless as he grazed your cheek. You stared up at him, moving to hit him in the groin when he dodged, getting his feet under your legs and flipping you onto your stomach. His hand caught your jacket collar and started dragging you on the ground, pulling your hood over your face.

“Be quiet,” he grunted, moving one hand away for you in time to see him open a shed door and push you inside.

“Dean!” you shouted, throwing your shoulder against the door the second it shut, the metal not budging. You were barely there more than a minute before you heard the Impala in the background tearing out of there.

Lawrence, Kansas

Two Days Later

“You’re off the case in case no one’s told you yet,” said John in the conference room at the station, sliding a cup of coffee over to you.

“I fucked up. I get it,” you said, staring at your statement for the hundredth time that morning. “I should resign.”

“You should take a leave of absence,” said John, taking the file away. “And go find Dean on your own.”

“Excuse me?” you said, John’s face hard set. “What-”

“He knew you were there. He had to. You checked in before you went to Dean’s place and somehow he randomly went home in the middle of his shift? I think he got tipped off. I don’t think we were ever supposed to catch Dean, kid. Just help give him a bigger rap sheet,” said John, leaning back in his seat. “Assaulted a detective. That’s not something people ignore. It gives him credibility for something bigger.”

“Yeah, and I’m the zodiac killer,” you said, John rolling his eyes. “Why would the feds-”

“Because we’re small town cops and they think we’re dumbasses,” said John. “Maybe we were but think about it. He saw you first on the street you said. An anonymous call came in saying where you were in that shed. He could have hurt you, killed you, but I think he’s the one that made sure you were found.”

“It’s too early in the day for a conspiracy theory, John,” you said, running your hands over your face, reaching for your coffee.

“Did Dean seem like the guy in his file?” asked John.

“Sorry, I didn’t think about it too much after he punched me in the face ,” you growled.

“He could have killed you Y/N,” said John.

“You know what? I’m calling in sick today,” you said, standing up and storming out.

“Y/N,” he said, grabbing your arm in the hall.

“I am done with the Winchester family. Leave me the hell alone.”

“Hey, open up,” Sam said for the tenth time that night, banging on your apartment door relentlessly. You growled as you got up from the couch and flung it open. “Good. You’re home.”

“Go away Sam,” you said, trying to shut the door, Sam simply pushing it back open. You groaned and walked back inside, Sam shutting the door behind him, dropping a bag on your table.

“I got you some of those Italian dessert things you like,” said Sam, leaning over the back of your couch, rubbing your shoulders. “I heard Dad gave you shit at the station today.”

“Dean didn’t kill me so he must be a good guy,” you said, glancing up at Sam, your swollen and bruised cheek on full display. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“You sarcasm is duly noted,” said Sam, moving around and taking a seat next to you. “You got scared again, didn’t you, with dad saying that stuff.”

“Fuck, Sam, is that why you’re here? You think I need a babysitter?” you spat back at him, Sam keeping his face soft.

“Not every Winchester is trying to be an asshole to you this week,” said Sam, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’m sorry Dean scared you. I’m sorry my dad doesn’t understand that. He wants to believe that Dean is good so badly, he didn’t realize he was willing to let you get hurt along the way.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m taking his advice and taking a leave of absence while I figure out what to do with my life because I sure as shit suck at this job,” you said, grabbing a pillow but Sam ripping it away.

“Don’t hide. And don’t quit either. You like helping people, Y/N,” said Sam.

“I’m scared again, Sam. I can’t be scared and do my job. It doesn’t work that way. All thanks to your stupid jackass of a brother,” you said.

“Get pissed then. Shove it to Dean,” said Sam, your head cocking. “You heard me right. Catch him. He’s wanted now for an actual crime, right? Bring him in.”

“He’s your brother Sam,” you said.

“My brother who hurt us both badly, who did that to your face. You’re like my sister, Y/N. He doesn’t get to push us around and make us feel like crap anymore. We aren’t a pair of little kids,” said Sam.

“Alright,” you said with a sigh, Sam ruffling your hair. “You want to order a pizza and have one of our Dean bitch fests?”

“You read my mind.”

It wasn’t until Sam was passed out on your couch and you were crawling into bed hours later that no matter which way this thing turned out, you knew you had to find Dean. You grabbed your phone, typing out an email to John, requesting your leave of absence while you got your head on straight.

A text popped up as you put the phone down, your eyes glued to it.

Meet me at the place I told you I loved you. 15 minutes.

You swallowed hard, knowing it could be from anyone, could be meant for anyone.

The place you said it back.

“Fuck, Dean,” you said, running your hand through your hair, climbing out of bed. You tossed on jeans and a tee, pulling your jacket and sneakers on, staring at your bedside drawer. “Dammit.”

You opened it up, pulling out your gun and shoving it in the back of your pants, grabbing your phone and walking into your living room quietly. Sam was snoring heavily as you thought about waking him up. The thought quickly disappeared as you went past, slipping out of the apartment and out of the building.

It was cool, the streets quiet at nearly 3 in the morning. You were on edge the whole way down the few blocks to the park, walking as fast as possible towards the only playground in Lawrence. You didn’t spot him which was troubling. There was barely any cover there apart from the enclosed tower by the slide. He was either up there or you were early enough that you could use it for yourself.

A quiet whistle punched a gasp from you, your gun in your hands in the next second. You took a wide sweep, approaching over the bridge you remember falling off of and scraping up your knee as you laughed, climbing up the steps you’d sat on for hours talking with him…

You paused and took a deep breath, raising your gun up as you spun up the last step, staring into the dark tower top.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” said Dean, flicking a lighter on, a small light filling the space, showing his hard face, body sat in the corner all in black. “I’m not-”

“Turn around. Hands on your head. Cross your ankles,” you said, Dean staring blankly at you. “Now.”

“Am I being arrested?” he asked with a chuckle, setting the lighter down, crossing his arms.

“Yes. You have the right to remain-”

“I’ve been silent for four years. I’m getting tired of it to be honest,” he said, glancing at the empty spot across from him. “I figured this would be a safe place to meet up...considering you’re on leave now and everything, I don’t have to worry about keeping you up too late for work.”

“How do you-”

“We need to talk,” said Dean, nodding again. “If you want to cuff me to do that-”

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” you said, Dean glaring up but nodding his head. He did as told, his body more muscular than you remembered. You slid a pair of thick zip ties around his wrists, Dean turning back around as you backed up, sliding down into the spot nearby.

“You don’t need to keep pointing that gun at me,” said Dean. “I am cuffed.”

“Considering what happened last time I was with you, I’ll keep the gun out,” you said, Dean’s eyes flickering to your healing cheek, scrunching up his nose.

“Sorry for that,” said Dean. “I can’t be too careful nowadays.”

“Poor you,” you said, Dean straightening his shoulders. “Start talking.”

“How’s Sammy doing? He’s in his third year of law school, right?” asked Dean, your eyes blinking fast. “He’s okay?”

“Why do you give a shit about him?” you asked. “After what you said. It took him two years to tell me what you-”

“He’s my little brother. Of course I give a shit about him. You too. I never stopped,” said Dean, staring at your cheek. “You really don’t know how awful I feel about hitting you.”

“You got two minutes before I drag you down to the station,” you said, Dean leaning his head back against the plastic wall, wearing a sad smile.

“You became a cop. Junior Detective. Top of your class. Perfect scores on your exams. Your arrest record is flawless and you bring in bagels on Fridays from the shop on fourth with the little-”

“Are you a fucking stalker or what, Dean?” you asked, Dean shaking his head.

“It’s how I knew you sent that email to dad,” said Dean, glancing down. “I...I didn’t get kicked out of the academy, Y/N. I...transferred if you want to think of it like that.”

“Transferred to what,” you growled, Dean scrunching up his face.

“Agent Winchester. FBI. Special Undercover Unit. It’s not really common knowledge it exists. We don’t go through the normal training academy. You work undercover so they keep you separate from almost everything. It’s why the FBI, the people I work for, sent you after me,” said Dean. “Well, they needed to build up my credibility but that’s not the point.”

“You’re saying you’re a federal agent,” you said, Dean nodding. “I’m Mary fucking Poppins while we’re at it.”

“How do you think I know shit I shouldn’t Y/N? I can hack into your computer, accounts. Your credit score is 740 by the way,” said Dean, cocking his head.

“You work for the government,” you said.

“I’ve been working one job for four years now, Y/N. I’ve done bad things but I’ve never hurt anyone. But I got a bit of a promotion recently and...somebody on my team is dirty. They’re working with the guy we’re trying to catch and I’m about to throw years of my life away to catch the dirtball. I need help. From someone I can trust,” said Dean.

“They teach officers to know when people are lying you know,” you said, Dean laughing.

“Then you know I’m telling you the truth,” said Dean. “I had to cut myself off from my life and hurting you and Sammy was the one sure fire way to stop you two from coming after me. I’m not asking for forgiveness, Y/N. I just need to bring down this guy and then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of your life.”

“Sam gets fucking nightmares over the shit you said to him about your mom, Dean. You fucked him up. Both of us up,” you said. “Everyone you ever cared about over what? A job?”

“I agreed to do this on one condition and only one fucking condition so you can back the fuck off,” spat back Dean, trying his best to relax. “The guy I’m trying to stop, the guy I’ve been trying to stop for four years? He’s the one that killed our mother. I know I have done a lot of things but she deserves that the guy who killed her goes down. That is why I am doing this.”

“How can I believe any of this, Dean? How?” you asked. “What proof do you have?”

“If you don’t believe me, feel free to shoot me right here and now. Say whatever story you want, no one will care. Hell, dump my body if you want. I threw away everything to try and do the right thing for her, to stop this guy from doing it to someone else. If you think I’m nuts or making it up, go ahead and pull the trigger. I can’t do this on my own. Not when I can’t trust my team. I don’t deserve your help. But I’m begging for it, Y/N,” said Dean. “Just help me catch the son of a bitch.”

“Was it you at the bank four years ago?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “Why’d you say you’d kill me?”

“I thought you’d understand,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “It wasn’t a threat, Y/N. I knew once I saw you looking at me you’d figure out it was me. I was...don’t you remember that movie? We watched it a million times. The bank heist one. The undercover cop says it to his girlfriend at the bank...it was code that he’d make sure nothing happened to her, she’d be okay.”

“You expected me to remember a stupid movie scene during one of the most frightening moments of my life?” you barked, Dean shrugging. “I didn’t get that message, Dean.”

“I know. I know,” he said. “I couldn’t say, ‘hi honey, long time no see. I’m working this super secret undercover job and I gotta do some bad stuff for a little while but I love you and I’m not going to hurt you and I’m not the bad guy. Bye!’ It’s not how this works.”

“What were you doing in Washington,” you said.

“Testing a theory. I was trying to figure out who on my team is responsible. Nobody showed any tells though so nothing came of it,” he said. “I didn’t know they’d put you on it. Hoped but couldn’t know for sure. You just went through your secondary undercover training so I played the odds on that one.”

You lowered your gun, letting it rest by your side, tucking your knees into your chest.

“It wasn’t your fault either,” he said, your chin resting on your knees, eyes darting over to meet his. “Telling you and Sam those things...that was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Why did we meet here Dean,” you said quietly, Dean smiling.

“This was stop number four on the best date ever. I told you I loved you for the first time over by those swings. You said it back when you remembered how to speak,” he said, staring at his lap. “Figured this place is lucky for me. Less odds of you shooting me on sight.”

“There are so many things I should do right now,” you said, grabbing your gun in one hand, his arm in the other.

“Y/N,” said Dean, a crack in his voice as you pulled him down the stairs and onto the wood chip covered ground below. “Please don’t turn me in. I have to…”

You snipped his zip ties, grabbed them and walked over to a nearby trash can, tossing them inside. Dean was staring slack jawed at you, stuck in place while you wandered over to the swings, taking a seat on one.

“Y/N,” said Dean, standing in front of you while you kicked at the ground.

“You know, Sam and I have this sort of vent session about you sometimes. We basically bitch about everything we hate about you,” you said, Dean gulping. “Every single time, just like the one we had tonight, we always end up talking about good memories and how we hope we’re both so wrong and that you’re still good and something crazy is going on. Now that’s it happening, I can’t believe it’s real.”

“Y/N, I’m-” said Dean, letting out a oomph before he hit the ground, your gaze moving from the ground upwards, Sam panting over Dean’s unconscious body.

“Sam what-”

“He’s a dumbass,” said Sam, bending down, tossing Dean over his shoulder. “We got to move to a secure location.”

“Sam! What is going on?” you asked, Sam nodding for you to follow. “Sam!”

“Dean’s a good guy, Y/N. Loyal to a fault. To a fault, Y/N . He’s getting setup,” said Sam, walking away from the playground, you hot on his tail.

“Sam,” you said, tugging on his arm.

“Dean’s got his facts wrong. He never should have dragged you into this,” said Sam. “But you’re in it now so you better come with us.”

“He had nowhere to turn he said. He-”

“The guy at the FBI Dean is investigating? It’s the guy who killed our mom. He works for them. He’s on the team Dean works on. He’s setting Dean up to take the fall for everything he’s ever done,” said Sam.

“How do you even know that?” you asked, a million more questions flooding your mind.

“Y/N. You weren’t the only one that went into law enforcement when Dean went off the rails,” said Sam, your head cocking, Sam breaking into a soft smile for a brief moment. “Agent Winchester. FBI. Internal Investigations.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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meteor752 · 4 years ago

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Tilda of Mirkwood

This is the one I’ve been waiting for.

Out of the Bardlings, Tilda is easily my favorite and the one I think about the most, which is why she has a bit more info than the other two. Let’s just get into it.

Tilda was born on the hottest day Laketown had ever experienced since Smaug literally burned their city, so it should have said a lot about the ocean eyed girl.

Tilda quickly became known throughout Laketown as Bard’s troublesome child, that her siblings always could be found chasing after.

The young girl had always been a fan of climbing, and would try to literally climb anything she came across, including people. Her own da was her favorite, and he didn’t mind.

Tilda has always been a lot like her ma, assertive, stubborn, playful, and all over the place. Think five year old Yuki from Wolf Children, but spanning over the majority of her life.

Tilda was too young to remember anything about her ma, so she didn’t feel any sadness about her death, which she was happy about considering how many nights Bain has cried into Sigrid’s arms about her. It did make her feel a bit isolated from her family however, as they had something that she didn’t have.

During the battle of the five armies, this gal was hyped.

When the elves had arrived to help out the men of Dale, she basically bombarded every single one with questions, including the elven king himself.

And when her da and the king eventually fell in love and got married, she didn’t hesitate leaving dale to live in Mirkwood and get trained as an elf.

And I’m not going to talk so much about that, since I already covered that here.

But because of the fact that her da married the king of Mirkwood, it also meant that she was technically a princess of Mirkwood, and she hated that part.

Tilda is not one to just sit still and listen to when people talk. Either she will fall asleep, or she will start to babble about something irrelevant, causing quite a few problems here and there.

Legolas found her hilarious.

She’s not someone who holds her tounge while speaking with people she do not agree with, so more than once has she gotten into an argument with a council member about something, and she’s not one to hold back on the profanities.

Again, Legolas found her hilarious.

When it came to studying she was the same, mostly falling asleep during lessons or just not paying attention at all.

But when it came to more physical stuff, like hand to hand combat, or sword fighting, or archery, she was an expert.

She still stuck to her roots though, and could always be found climbing stuff, because she likes to feel tall.

It got out of hand for a while, as every time she traveled through a forest she would jump between the trees instead of walking on the path.

Because of the fact that she always stayed in Mirkwood and didn’t visit Dale much, she gained a much better relationship with Legolas than she did with her other siblings.

The two bonded over their total lack of self control, their love of nature and their archery skills.

Despite Legolas being her best friend, Tilda has other Elven friends.

There was Aria, the tailor who was a total snob but still kind enough.

Mambar, the soldier who had two daughters but no wife.

Taleki, the pretty much outcast who cuts his hair with a piece of glass so it looks jagged and spiky.

Kamarind, the fisherman that has never been clean in his life.

Vivian, the blind artist who lost her brother.

And Talalia, the kindest, most beautiful and most amazing person in middle earth.

Or, that’s at least what Tilda thinks.

Tilda is, to put it simply, a bit of a slut.

She sleeps around, she flirts with everyone, and she won’t shy to have sex with people of other races. What she’s attracted to changes every day, and she’s quite fluid in her sexuality.

And that applies to everyone except for Talalia.

Talalia is a tall, slender, pale, red haired elf, with soft freckles and a beaming smile. She works with the animals of Mirkwood, like horses, rabbits, elks, cats, and sometimes even spiders.

Tilda met her when she was about fifteen, when she’d found a small injured elk calf, and took it to Talalia for help.

Talalia helped Tilda nurse the small calf back to health, and while doing it they got talking.

Tilda ended up keeping the calf and named it Aloe, and Talalia was more than happy to help her take care of the small little fellow.

Aloe grew up beside Tilda, which made him very attached, and quite spoiled. Tilda often used to say that the only one who could rival the elks ego was Thranduil, so she always made sure not to give him to much praise or it would go to his head. She gave him plenty of treats though.

Anyways, back to Talalia.

Talalia was like Aloe’s other mom, as she was honestly the only other person he was okay with (He totally hated Legolas, always tried to bite his fingers off). She did not hold back on the praise and scratching, and Tilda always grumbled a bit when she did as she knew he would preen like hell the next few weeks.

Tilda didn’t know when she fell in love with Talalia, she just did all of a sudden, and to her own surprise she had a hard time confronting her feelings about it, but she just assumed that it would all work out fine.

It was when she received an invitation to Talalia’s wedding that she realized that it would not work out fine.

Tilda’s biggest personal problem in her life, was that she often felt coddled and felt that no one was taking her seriously.

Sure, she was a bit wild, but she was a master archer, a trained elven soldier, the daughter of a dragon slayer and a king, and one of the best climbers of middle earth, and yet people still one saw her as the family’s annoying youngest sibling.

It didn’t help that Legolas was one of the best archers in middle earth and the heir to the throne of Mirkwood, Sigrid was the queen of Dale and the best healer there was, and Bain was an excellent soldier despite his blindness and captain of the royal guard of Dale.

Meanwhile Tilda was just...okay in comparison. She was a good archer, but not as good as Legolas. She was an okay healer, but Sigrid was better. She had it easy to get along with people, but Bain was a master at it.

She could climb stuff fairly good, but that wasn’t much to boast about.

Plus, because of the fact that she was the youngest, and had a habit of getting herself injured, her family didn’t quite trust her. They didn’t want her leaving Mirkwood without an escort, and she always had to ask for permission, despite being way over an adult.

So when she was given the opportunity to follow Legolas to the council of Elrond, she turned it down just because she didn’t feel like doing something they wanted her to do.

And she regretted it ever since, because if she would have followed then she would have had the chance to really come out of the house and do stuff.

She still got Aloe and rode off when she got a message from Sigrid about coming to Gondor, without telling her da or Ada because they would have stopped her.

It was the feeling of total freedom as she rode to Gondor, that made her want to do this and never stop. Aloe was strong and quick, and only needed to stop a few times for about half an hour, so Tilda managed to arrive before Dale.

It was then that she met the hottest fucking person she’d ever met in her life, and she was just ready to go down on him right then and there.

Unfortunately, he was her brother’s loved one, so she didn’t make any moves on him. Well, she made a few, but it was just some light flirting.

Both Tilda and Aloe made it out fine, thankfully, and Tilda was already planning on letting everything go and just live in the woods with Aloe for the rest of life.

Which she did, after a long argument with both her Da and Ada and her siblings.

Tilda became known throughout small villages in Middle earth as the witch with the elk, despite not being a witch at all. She was just a weird girl with ocean blue eyes, wandering around with her elk and killing beasts that some Villages had problems with.

And one of those beasts was a Forest Dragon that had killed six people of the village, and had stolen a lot of their gold.

And Tilda didn’t even hesitate, she just grabbed the black arrow she stole from her da a long time ago and started to hunt down the dragon.

She didn’t think of The Dragon Curse for the moment, or of the consequences of her actions, she only thought of the idea of becoming a Dragon Slayer, meaning that she would actually be something other than the troublesome younger sibling of the family.

She killed the Forest Dragon, it wasn’t that hard they are pretty meek and doesn’t have too much of a defense, and Tilda didn’t think too much more of it, just that she could now brag about being a dragon slayer.

It was about three days later that she realized exactly what she’d done, in the middle of taking a step as well, so she fell to the frown in shock with a very confused Aloe beside her.

It took a few hours for Tilda to get out of the hole she’d fallen into, as she ended up having a panic attack right then and there, with Aloe just helplessly prancing around her, buffing her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

Tilda then decided to not return to Mirkwood, or Dale, or Gondor, or anything like that, as she was to ashamed of what her pride had lead her to.

Instead, she decided to set out to find other Dragonlings and Dragons, that could teach her of what would happen to her exactly, as it wasn’t really widely known.

The first she went to was of course Moln, the ice dragon in the north that was known to not kill you, as long as you didn’t try to steal from him.

Moln was ancient, with little memory of the past couple millennials, and wasn’t too much help like that, but he did recommend to find a Swamp Dragonling, as they are generally not too agressive or deadly.

It took almost two years for Tilda to find another Dragonling, an at that point scales had already started to form on her hardened neck, and she was getting a bit impatient.

The Dragonling was a former elf named Reskal, that had killed a Swamp Dragon almost a hundred years prior. He told her about the pain of the wing formation, and the behavior differences she would experience, neither of which was something that she looked forward to.

And Reskal was right, around ten years after she’d killed the Forest Dragon she had the worst year of her life, and when her wings were finally out and ready to go, she was practically just skin and bone as it hadn’t been easy to hunt while in constant pain, so the meals had been rare.

Tilda has been forced to send Aloe away, as she feared what she might have done to him if the dragon instincts kicked in.

That turned out to be a mistake in her part, but also probably the best thing she’s ever done in the long run, as Aloe was quickly to run to Gondor to find Legolas.

Aloe didn’t like Legolas at all, anyone who would try to get the attention of his mama away from him was automatically evil, but his mama was in pain and he knew that the mean elf could help her.

When Legolas saw Aloe willingly come up to him, without Tilda by his side, he immediately knew something was up and Aragorn barely had time to follow after him when his husband got on his horse and rode after the elk.

Aloe led the two to a Forest, where they at first couldn’t find Tilda. It was first when she jumped out of a tree, her wings spread out and her teeth and claws barren, that they realized why Aloe had been so stressed.

Tilda had gone into beast mode, and it took a good while for her to fully catch Legolas’ scent and calm down, as he was a part of her treasure and she wouldn’t hurt him.

It took two days for Tilda to come back to her senses, and during that time Legolas and Aragorn managed to piece together what had happened, Tilda had become a Forest Dragon Slayer.

When Tilda had finally calmed down and had returned to her less animal behavior, she was held by her brother as she cried into his arms, scared of what she’d become, and what she might do.

After the two doing their very best to calm her down, which was not easy since Tilda was not one to show any vulnerable emotions so she’s been bottling up shit for years, they helped her up and separated, as Aragorn needed to go back to Gondor while Legolas would follow his sister to Mirkwood.

Legolas tried his very best to get out what had happened out of Tilda on their journey, as she knew the consequences of killing a dragon, and why in Valars name she did it anyway. Tilda didn’t feel like talking however, she just sat on Aloe as he walked, completely trapped in her own mind.

When they arrived at Mirkwood, Legolas took her straight to her da who just a few years prior had gone through his own wing transformation, though as a wyvern they had grown out of his arms instead of his back. Very painful indeed.

Her da was more than shocked when he saw his his daughter with wings growing out of her back, and horns halfway done on her head.

Bard forced Legolas to leave and sat down with his daughter, trying to comfort her while at the same time try to make her explain why she’d killed a dragon.

It took almost half an hour for Tilda to break, and explain that she’d just wanted to be something like her siblings, and that her pride had gotten in her way.

Bard was very comforting, and he told her that he wasn’t angry, just scared for her.

Tilda stayed in Mirkwood for a few years, just to be able to fully calm down and get a grasp of what had happened. She was gifted an enchanted cloak that could hide her wings, horns, and tail, so she wouldn’t get weird or scared looks while outside.

Tilda couldn’t stay in Mirkwood forever though, as she now had gotten a taste of freedom and felt like a caged bird. She grabbed her stuff one night, left a note, and then rode off on Aloe.

And it went okay. She continued to help small villages with their issues, and even taught a few kids how to fight with a sword.

It was during winter, when Tilda and Aloe had wandered through the cold weather for three (stinkin’) days, that she fully snapped, and when she came back to her human form, all that was left of Aloe was a bloody pile of bones and mush.

That day basically only consisted of her crying and throwing up.

The next day a dagger entered her chest, and after 346 years of constant hyperactivity, she finally got to rest.

•

If modern, Tilda would not really have a sexuality, as it’s constantly changing. Instead she would just get a lot of small pride flags from all the sexualities and sew them into a giant flag.

Tilda hater saddles more than anything else, as she found them restricting and uncomfortable. She would never use a saddle when riding Aloe, or reins for that matter, and she would just trust him of where to go.

Legolas made it his life mission after meeting Merry and Pippin to not let them meet Tilda, as he knew that it would be the death of them all.

Tilda absolutely loved Fire, and would always sit in front of it for hours when it was lit. She’s gotten a lot of burn marks because of it.

Despite being a fire lover, her favorite season was winter, as she found the snow so fun.

Tilda and Legolas would always have something to argue about, as siblings do. The most common thing was that one of them stole the other’s hairbrush.

Tilda absolutely loved Rivendell, as they weren’t so strict about what she could and couldn’t do, plus her favorite activity was to annoy Lindir.

Because of her amazing climbing ability and the fact that she never used a saddle unless forced to, she had gained an amazing balance.

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Love After the Fact Chapter 65: Broken Spell

Keith enjoys a morning out with Lance... Except for this one, *tiny* problem

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Keith wakes to a bare leg slung over his hip, fingers trailing from his shoulder and down his side, sliding across his waist to form teasing circles low on his abdomen. Lips flutter against the edge of his exposed ear, just a hint of teeth.

“Seriously?”

“What? I spent almost a decaphoeb celibate for you!” The Altean snuggles closer. “And now I find myself with a beautiful man in my arms who, unlike anyone else I’ve ever had, is entirely mine.”

The growl on Lance’s final word has Keith wavering, until he shifts and discovers the discomfort between his legs. He sucks in a breath between his teeth. “I think the fuck not, Lance. What did you do to my vagina?”

“Crude. Also, nothing. Discomfort is normal your first time. But I can fix it, if you like.”

“Please do. And how would you know that’s normal?”

“Well, I have an ass.”

“Gross.” Keith sighs as Lance’s quintessence slips beneath his skin. He’s come to associate that warmth slithering into his veins and nerves with Lance’s love and affection. It's familiar to him now, bringing him comfort, a sense of home and belonging. Basically, he’s a huge sucker.

“Hm… I’d love to have you in it.”

“Lance!” Keith roles over, discomfort gone, glaring at his mate. Lance raises an eyebrow. “I’ll... think about it. Thace says that I have to check and make sure my dick works anyway.”

“I’d be delighted to help, either way.” The Altean's smile is playful, easy-going.

“I’m sure you would.” Keith sighs. “So that’s the plan then? Have sex all day?”

“Mnh, no. We're going home before your season.”

“Lance, I need to have my season here. And stay two movements after that to see if I’ve conceived-”

“I meant your home, beloved. Your childhood home, remember? We said we’d-”

“Really?! You- Really?!” Keith’s face lights up like a thousand stars.

Lance beams. “Yes, really!"

Keith throws his arms around his mate. He'd never really doubted Lance's word, but that word still means worlds to him. Furry, plumed tail twisting around his ankle, purring loudly in his throat, Keith nuzzles into Lance's neck. He loves this Altean so much, couldn't think of a better place to be than right here.

Okay, maybe he's riding the high of being freshly mated, but he actually doesn't feel that different than before. Maybe a little giddy, but other than that... no more or less full of love. Still just as overflowing.

Laughing, Lance squeezes him tight, fingers running through his long, loose hair. He lets go all to soon- "Let’s go! Get your clothes on!”

Keith leaps up, scrambling for a fresh set of clothes. Lance flops back on the bed, chuckling as his spouse’s eagerness. The Galra pauses, turning back to meet Lance’s soft gaze. “What?”

“I love you,” Lance sighs.

“Well I should hope so, since I just gave myself over to you.” Keith grins, just a little cocky. “I love you, too.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, tucks the hem into the waist of his pants. Lance is still staring at him. “What?”

“Are we really gonna have a baby?”

“So that’s what you’re up to, is it?” Krolia leans in the doorway. Lance shrieks, pulling the blankets up to cover himself. “Making kits?”

“Well, we’re going to try. We’ll see what happens,” Lance squeaks. “Could you, um, let me get dressed?”

“Yeah, seriously, Mom. What the fuck?” Keith snickers, settling his circlet on his head. He hasn’t worn it in a while, but feels like it today. Lance wears his every day.

“Fine.” Krolia turns around, still leaning against the wall. “You do realize, don’t you Altean, just how easy it is for a Galra in season to conceive?”

“Uh… Not really, no. Altean females ovulate every ten movements -two phoebs-, and even then pregnancy is far from assured. It can take decaphoebs to-”

“During season, pregnancy is all but guaranteed, even for intersex people like Keith, though they do have a slightly lower success rate.” Krolia turns back, slow, slim smile on her lips. “So you’d better be damn well sure you want a kit with my son.”

Lance, fully dressed, slips an arm around Keith’s waist. “We have a responsibility to provide my kingdom with an heir. It’s an ugly thing, but it is something that we must take into account.” Keith’s tail twists around Lance’s ankle, squeezing tightly, approval of his honesty and forthright. “That said, I have wanted to be a father since I was a small child myself. I’m more than ready for it, and more than certain. Especially if I’ve got this one by my side!”

Lance beams, pressing their brows together. Keith purrs, soft and sweet in his throat.

“Right. So, we need elk, and supplies, and to meet up with hunters-”

“I want to visit the Sanctorium. I need to get an offering for my father.”

“You’re going back home? It’s almost your season!” Krolia frowns.

“Yes, which is why we’re going now,” Lance argues. “It’s not terribly far, it’ll give me a chance to see some of the wilderness, and we’ll be sure to return within a movement. In the meantime, we’ll send a message to Thace and inform him of our intentions to conceive, and he can begin collaboration with our own castle health care professional, Tavo, and Hunk, who is in charge of providing Keith’s meals. Additionally, I’ll have Adam and Pidge break into Daibazaal’s database and steal Lotor’s medical records. Honerva and Zarkon refused to unseal them for us.”

“Odd.” Krolia cocks her head, counting her coins, passing them to Keith. “Why would they refuse?”

“Not sure. Perhaps his records will tell us something. I intend to ask the man himself, as well.”

"Let me do it," Keith murmurs. "He's my cousin."

"Sure, of course! Do let me know what he says, though."

Krolia eyes them, gaze dark. “The Imperial couple is as morally dubious as Alfor is. Everybody knows that.”

Keith ties the bag of coins to his belt, scooping BleepBloop onto his shoulder. The primate works a hand into Keith’s hair, the other exploring his circlet. “Possibly even worse, though that is debatable.”

“Oh. Remind me to tell you about that later,” Lance mutters, suddenly looking nervous. “But for now, to the square! I want to see this 'Sactomium' you talked of.”

Arms linked, Keith leads Lance through the crowded streets, attention completely on each other save one moment where Lance murmurs something to Krolia, and she heads off with a nod, and something shiny in her hand...

The Sanctorium is a large structure, much like a den, but much larger, surrounded by gardens, vines creeping up the sides. Druids in long robes and masks walk among the vegetation, taking clippings and peeling bark from trees. Windchimes made of metal, wood, glass, and stone sing from tree branches and metal stands. There are Galra praying, meditating, simply walking about the grounds. Some converse with Druids, perhaps seeking spiritual council or advice on different rituals.

“So what are we here for?” Lance asks, gazing up at the structure. It’s clearly treated with respect. The stone is cared for and polished, painted with intricate designs, stained glass in the windows.

“Herbs. And a few different crystals. I need to make an offering spell for my father. For both a reunion and a goodbye.” Keith passes BleepBloop over to his mate, leading the way into the Sanctorium.

Inside is just as fascinating as the outside. There are shelves, arranged in a spiral shape, a single aisle through the middle to a desk, a Druid standing just behind. The shelves are lined with… stuff. Some, Lance can tell, are herbs, seeds, bits of stone and crystal. Some are definitely pieces of animals, like feet, claws, teeth, tails, and feathers. Others are… presumably one or possibly more of those things, but Lance can’t really tell.

“Hey, what do you think about this?” Keith holds up a clawed foot of some kind, only for BleepBloop to snatch and start munching on it. The Galra rolls his eyes at his uncooperative pet.

Lance shrugs. “I… Know nothing at all about your religion, either your magyks or your gods.”

“The basics are as follows,” Keith says, wandering through the aisles, grabbing seemingly random objects. “Different stuff does different stuff and only the druids know all of the stuff. And we have gods. There are hundreds of them, and everyone picks one or two to observe.”

“So who do you observe?” Lance leans over to inspect a box of he knows from his studies are shards of volcanic glass.

“Trija.” Keith continues selecting, measuring, gathering different objects, setting them all in a clay jar.

“Trija?” Lance’s brow furrows, a bit of forgotten knowledge tickling at his mind.

“She’s a star. A small one. She was our first empress, who supposedly married a sorceress and joined her in the stars when they both died.”

“I see… Why did you pick Trija?”

Keith pauses, fingers hovering over a box of dried fruits. Or maybe they were some kind of dead animal? He shakes himself, sets one of the dried… things in his jar.

“It was the only star I remembered. My father, he tried to teach me about the stars. I was really little, only six when he died, and I was a… precocious child-”

“Sassy. Opinionated. Stubborn. An adorable pain in the ass, no doubt.”

“Heh, yeah. Pretty much. But the one that managed to stick with me, no matter how unwilling a pupil I was, was Trija, because of the story. I held onto that, all those years. I was little, and alone, and I couldn’t sleep hardly at all. So I’d sit on top of the den, or in a tree, and I’d stare at her for hours, and it made everything just a little bit better. It made me feel less alone.”

“Keith…”

Keith’s fingers stop trailing over jars of herbs, turning to look at his mate, only for the Altean to latch onto him like a sucker eel, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry. It was Altea’s fault you went through all that. My people took your father from you. I’m so sorry, Keith.”

“It’s not your fault,” Keith mutters, voice surprisingly thin. “Don’t apologize for them.”

“I promise I’ll ruin our childrens’ childhoods by spoiling them, not killing their parents.”

“Well, I am one of their parents, so…” Keith noses into Lance’s neck. “Let me buy this, and then we can-��

Keith’s eyes find Krolia, leaning in the entryway, glaring at Lance with absolute loathing. Something inside him breaks a little bit. She’d promised- Well, no, she hadn’t promised, but she’d agreed to give Lance a chance, to give him the opportunity to prove himself. And yet here she is, his mother, staring at his mate like she wants nothing more than to eviscerate him.

Something in Keith hardens, even as he squeezes Lance harder so he won’t pull back and see. He feels betrayed. It must reach his eyes, because Krolia falters in her glare, blinking at him in alarm.

Keith meets her gaze, stares her down as he rubs his cheek against Lance’s skin. Petty? Totally. Possessive? Oh, yeah. Necessary? Absolutely. He hates it, but yesterday, he would have chosen Lance, and today, it wouldn't be a choice at all.

“Come on, beloved.” Lance rubs his back, soothing circles. “Let’s get the stuff for your offering, and then get you home.” The prince draws back, lacing their hands together. “I want to meet Akira of house Kogane. I want to thank him for saving you.”

“Of course you do,” Keith murmurs, smiling, hand slipping up to link their arms. “I don’t remember him very well, but Dad would have liked you. He was the fun-loving, mischievous type. I think… That’s how I remember him, anyway.”

“If he made you, he must have been. You certainly didn’t get it from Krolia.”

“Yeah…” Keith grimaces, paying the druid behind the desk for his stuff. “You’ve no idea.”

“I mean… I’ve shared a room with her. For about a varga. I think I’ve at least some idea.”

Keith laughs. He just wants to enjoy Lance’s company, riding the high of their freshly consummated bond.

“But you know… Your mother has had a hard life, and one far from painless. It might just be taking her a while to remember how to do those things.”

“Yeah. I guess. Maybe.” They step together out into the sun. “Maybe she’ll loosen up as time goes on, huh?”

“Lance!” Krolia jogs up, like she just arrived. “I need to speak to you for a moment. Alone.”

“Very well.” Lance lifts their joined hands to indicate a pair of elk, laden with saddlebags, suddenly reminding Keith of his first night in the castle, when Lance gave him a tour of their quarters. “Your mother procured some supplies and elk for us, over there. Do you mind?”

“I guess not…” Keith eyes his mother cautiously. “See you soon?”

“Yes, and then we’ll leave.” Lance kisses his cheek, hurrying after Krolia.

Anxious, Keith heads for the elk, recognizing one of them as Lance’s doe from training, Bruna. He rubs her nose. “Hey, pretty girl. You’re gonna take good care of my dumbass mate for me, right? Assuming my mother doesn’t kill him first?”

Lance comes running up, a bag over his shoulder. “Okay, lets go!”

“What’s in the bag?”

“I’ll tell you later; let’s go!” Lance vaults onto Bruna, turning expectantly to his dazed spouse. “Kee-eeith. Let’s gooo-oooo.”

“R- Right!” Keith mounts his own elk -nameless, because he’s not an enormous dork-, urging him into a walk. “So we’re really leaving, then?”

“Yes, we’re really leaving! I can’t wait to see it! I want to see everything, remember? Remember when I-”

“You’re going to talk the entire way there, aren’t you?”

“Wha- No! No, I’m not! But I just want to mention-”

Keith smiles, shaking his head. His mother’s glare still stings, but it’s hard to be angry when facing off against Lance’s smile. He doesn’t see his mate like this very often -hardly ever-, so he might as well enjoy it while he can.

He does have a question though, one that’s been nagging at him for the better part of a movement now…

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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robbesblondebitch · 5 years ago

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Little Punk Princess

Request: Robbe and Sander are babysitting Sander’s little cousin. Sander is being annoying because he doesn’t like kids, but Robbe is great with the kid and the kid develops a huge crush on Robbe lol

Thanks for the request love @shipper-of-love 💕 I not only wrote this at 2am, I also wrote this as if Robbe is still living in the flat share and Zoenne never broke up because it’s my story and I say so lol... it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so let me know if you like it! 😊

Robbe glances down at his phone as he leaves his last class, checking for any new notifications. Sander had sent him a text earlier saying that he was going to be waiting outside for him at the end of the day, and he couldn’t focus on much else after that. Robbe smiles down at his lock screen, at that picture he took of them the morning after Sander said he wanted Robbe 100% voor altijd, in elk universum. That had been one of the best nights of Robbe’s life, and he still couldn’t believe that after everything they had been through, Sander was finally his.

He heads out the front doors, searching for that head of bleach blonde hair he loves so much. What he finds instead is a little girl in a frilly pink dress and mini black Doc Martens running towards him, looking like some punk princess, her little arms wrapping around his waist. Robbe huffs out a breath from the impact, thoroughly confused. He looks up to see Sander, holding back a laugh as he runs to pry the little girl’s arms from Robbe’s middle.

Robbe can’t help but laugh back as he kneels down to this adorable girl’s eye level and looks to Sander and back. “And who might this be?”

The girl sticks her hand out in front of her, a confident little smile of her face. “Hi, I’m Charlotte, but since my cousin Sander likes you so much, you can call me Lottie.”

Robbe smiles at Lottie as he wraps his much bigger hand around her tiny one and gives it a little shake. “Hi Lottie, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Robbe.”

She beams as she reaches back to grab Sander’s hand. “I know. Sander told me. He has told me all about you and said you are his favorite person.” Robbe can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks at those words. He glances up at Sander, who is also trying to hide the faint pink tint spreading under his beautiful green eyes. “Oh did he now?” Robbe giggles as he stands back up, finally at eye level with Sander and sends him a smirk.

Lottie nods her head profusely, “Oh yep he sure did. He even said you’re an angel. Do you have wings? Can I see them?”

Robbe throws his head back and clutches his stomach, laughing so hard tears start to stream down his face. Sander runs his hand down his face and huffs out a breath, shoving a hand over Lottie’s mouth. “Hey that’s enough out of you.”

Lottie shoves Sander’s hand away and turns back to Robbe. “Hey do you like my outfit?” she asks him as she does a little twirl. Robbe glances down, finally processing what she is wearing with such an odd combination of the dress and shoes. He tilts his head to the side and gives Lottie a shy smile. “Wow umm… it looks great Lottie. I love it.” She beams back up at him and gives him a toothy grin.

“Thanks! My mama said I was gonna be hanging out with Sander today so I wanted to match him. See Robbe, look at our shoes!” Lottie scooches close to Sander, throwing her foot right next to his. Robbe giggles at the startled look on Sander’s face and the sight of Sander’s cute little Mini Me. Robbe bets she likes everything Sander likes, and he totally gets it; it’s impossible not to.

Sander surges forward, grabbing Lottie’s hand and nodding his head for Robbe to follow. “Come. We are not going to stand here all day. We have places to go, people to see.” Lottie pulls her hand out of Sander’s and eyes him. “Well where are we going then? Who are we seeing?” Sander huffs out a sigh of annoyance and looks up, shaking his head. “I don’t know Lottie okay? That’s just something people say sometimes.”

Robbe can see that Sander is getting a bit overwhelmed with Lottie, so he quickly jumps in. “Why don’t we go to my place? I think I have a box of old Legos that I haven’t gotten rid of yet. Lottie, lead the way. I’ll tell you where to go and Sander and I will be right behind you.”

Lottie dances ahead, twirling in her dress as she prances along the sidewalk. Sander takes a deep breath and looks at Robbe with a sweet, grateful smile. “Thank you. My aunt had a work emergency, and she couldn’t find anyone else to take her. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know earlier. It will just be for a few hours I promise.”

Robbe shakes his head, “No, don’t worry about it. She’s adorable.” Sander scoffs and rolls his eyes, muttering an “Okay…” under his breath.

Robbe watches Lottie, stopping to pick a flower and sniff it before putting it behind her ear the way Sander sometimes does with his pencils while he’s drawing. Robbe turns and raises his eyebrows at Sander. “What? Do you not like kids or something? She really seems to like you. The shoes say it all.” Robbe teases.

Sander eyes pierce straight into Robbe’s, sending a chill down Robbe’s spine. “No it’s not that. Well I mean okay, I don’t really like kids all that much, but Lottie’s a good one. I just thought we were gonna have some alone time, that’s all.”

The way Sander said alone time makes Robbe’s heart flutter, and he immediately understands why Sander is a little frustrated. They hadn’t had much time to themselves lately. Any time they are at the flat, there is someone else there wanting to hang out, and at least one of Sander’s parents are always home. He definitely wants some alone time with Sander, too.

“Maybe you can stay over tonight? Once we give this little nugget back to your aunt?” Robbe says with a shrug and an adorably crooked smile. Sander returns his smile, his eyes glistening. “Oh absolutely.”

Robbe smiles innocently and bats his eyelashes at Sander. “Yeah and maybe I can hear more about how I am your favorite person and such a beautiful angel.” Robbe laughs as Sander playfully shoves him and scowls. “Don’t make me take it back.”

Robbe stops walking, feigning offense and grabbing hold of Sander’s jacket. “Oh you wouldn’t dare.” Sander turns to face him, eyes dropping down to Robbe’s lips before flicking up to meet his, “You wanna bet? I seem to remember I won the last one.”

At this Robbe rolls his eyes with a smirk. “That’s because you cheated and you know it.” Sander takes a step closer. “So what? I’m happy I did.” Robbe can feel Sander’s breath against his lips as another shudder runs through his body. “I’m happy you did too.”

Robbe is so wrapped up in Sander that he completely forgot about Lottie, that is until she wraps her little hand around the sleeve of Robbe’s sweatshirt and gives it a tug. “Robbe, I don’t know which way to turn now.”

Robbe and Sander reluctantly pull away from each other, and Robbe notices for the first time that they are at the end of the sidewalk. He tells Lottie which way to go, and she grabs his hand, yanking him along. Robbe looks back at Sander and nods his head to the side. “Come.”

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Robbe is sitting on the carpet in the living room with Lottie, creating a Lego village on the coffee table. He had an old box of Legos in the back of his closet; he had meant to donate it a long time ago, but now he was glad he hadn’t. Lottie is a little ball of energy, unable to sit still for too long, but the Legos seem to be occupying her for the time being. Sander grabbed a spare sketchpad from Robbe’s room as soon as they got back and is now curled up on the couch, alternating between drawing and watching Robbe and Lottie, sipping from a glass of water.

She has been chatting away nonstop for the hour they have been back at the flat, talking all about her favorite colors, books, and songs. She is making sure to ask Robbe questions about all his favorite things too, and she gets excited when they both like the same things.

Lottie has slowly been inching her way closer to Robbe, and he stifles a laugh when she is finally scrunched up against him. She looks up at him with big doe eyes and a big smile, batting her eyelashes.

“Robbe, do you have a girlfriend?” Sander snorts water back into his glass, and Robbe shoots him a look before smiling sweetly at Lottie. “No, I do not,” he says with a little head shake, scrunching up his nose and poking Lottie in the side to make her giggle.

“Okay then, maybe I could be your girlfriend,” Lottie says with a shrug and a smile, looking at Robbe like he hung the moon in the sky.

“Well Lottie, I actually have a boyfriend.” Robbe can see Sander shyly smile out of the corner of his eye. Lottie’s face falls and Robbe feels bad for putting that little frown on such an adorable little face.

Lottie looks back up at Robbe and then to Sander. “So boys can have boyfriends?” Robbe nods and smiles at her before turning his smile to Sander. “Yep Lottie, they sure can.”

Lottie seems to be thinking this over before saying, “Well that’s no good.” Robbe frowns slightly over at Sander and Sander sits forward from his place on the couch. “Lottie, why would you say that?”

Lottie huffs and rolls her eyes before looking at Sander, “Because now Robbe can’t be MY boyfriend!” Robbe laughs and Sander lets out a little sigh of relief. Lottie crosses her little arms over her chest. Sander takes in Lottie’s blush stained cheeks and scrunched nose as he says, “You know, I actually happen to know Robbe’s boyfriend.”

Robbe rolls his eyes at Sander and shakes his head, giggling under his breath. Lottie perks up at this information and scrambles up from the floor, abandoning the Legos. She crawls up onto the couch next to Sander, putting her little hands on his leg. “You do? Is he just as handsome and nice and cool as Robbe? Probably not. Robbe’s the best.”

Sander flinches back in surprise as Lottie gets right up in his face, her big doe eyes shimmering as she unknowingly asks Sander some rapid fire questions about himself. “You’re right Lottie, probably not. Robbe is definitely the best,” he smiles at Robbe.

Robbe gets up from the floor and plops down on the couch on the other side of Sander. “Umm no, I think my boyfriend is super nice and definitely way cooler than me. He’s an artist.” Lottie looks at Robbe in amazement. “Oh my gosh! Sander is an artist too! That is so cool.” Robbe just smiles at his beautiful blonde boy, his eyes never leaving Sander’s. “And he is gorgeous Lottie. He has the prettiest eyes I have ever seen, and his soft hair always brightens up my day.”

Sander softly smiles as Robbe slowly slides his hands around his middle. “And he makes the best croques ever.” Sander drapes his arm around Robbe with a smile, and Robbe nuzzles his head into Sander’s shoulder. Lottie is busy looking around the room, paying no attention to the boys as they snuggle up on the couch. “Wow Sander makes really yummy croques too…”

Lottie finally looks up at the boys, both holding back giggles and smiling at her. She looks back and forth between them. “Wait a second… my cousin Sander is your boyfriend?” She frowns and crosses her arms. “No fair.” Robbe and Sander finally let out their laughs and Sander pulls Lottie into his and Robbe’s laps. Together they tickle the frown right off of Lottie’s face, not stopping until she is giggling and squirming around like a wiggle worm.

Lottie jumps off the couch and returns to her Legos, and Robbe continues to cuddle up with Sander, throwing his legs into Sander’s lap. He reaches for Sander’s sketchpad and sees a beautiful little sketch of him and Lottie playing. Robbe will never get over Sander’s ability to capture the quiet moments like this.

Sander is smiling softly at him, a question behind his eyes. “Do you like it?” he asks shyly. “It’s not totally done yet.”

Robbe sets the sketchpad aside and presses a soft kiss to Sander’s lips. “Of course I love it. I love everything you draw.”

They hear the front door open and voices coming in from outside. The door to the living room opens, and Senne peeks his head in. He nods his head to the boys on the couch and then turns his attention to the little girl on the floor. He steps into the room and looks at the Legos on the table. “Nice Lego houses. I’m Senne. What’s your name?”

Lottie stands up and smooths her dress down before sticking out her hand. “My name’s Charlotte, but since you are really handsome you can call me Lottie.” Senne, Robbe and Sander all laugh as Senne shakes Lottie’s hand.

Sander nudges Robbe’s side before saying “Looks like she got over you pretty quickly, huh?” Sander snickers as Robbe rolls his eyes. “Oh shut up you,” Robbe says as he gently shoves Sander.

Zoë comes in after unloading the groceries in the kitchen, just in time to hear Lottie ask Senne, “So do you have a girlfriend?”

Senne smiles and pulls Zoë into his side, kissing her temple. “Yep, this is my girlfriend, Zoë.” Zoë smiles at Lottie, but Lottie just huffs out a frustrated sigh.

“Ugh, can’t a girl catch a break around here?” Lottie yells, and after a second of silence, everyone starts laughing hysterically.

Zoë bends down to Lottie’s eye level and smiles sweetly at her. “Lottie, you’re young. You don’t need a boy. They are stinky and gross,” she says, earning shouted Hey!s from the boys in the room and a pillow launched her way. Lottie giggles and stands tall, chin high. “Yeah, boys are gross. You’re pretty. I wish I could be that pretty.”

Zoë stands up, holding out a hand. “Oh but you are Lottie. You are so beautiful. Let’s go to my room and have some girl time. Maybe I’ll even do your makeup. Senne, can you start dinner?”

Lottie squeals in excitement as Zoë leads her down the hall, and Senne slips off to the kitchen, leaving Robbe and Sander alone.

Sander takes a deep breath. “Thank god for Zoë! Remind me to thank her later,” he says as he turns to Robbe, bringing his hands to Robbe’s face. Robbe giggles softly as Sander pulls him in for a kiss. Robbe wraps his arms around Sander’s neck to pull him closer, and Sander deepens the kiss, earning one of those soft noises from Robbe that he loves so much.

Before things can get too heated, Robbe pulls back, keeping one hand gripped tight to the front of Sander’s jacket. “Woah, what’s the plan? There’s still a little one inside this flat.” Robbe smirks and Sander huffs out a breathy laugh. “Hah you’re right… knowing her she is going to run into the room any second.” Robbe plants one more soft kiss on his lips before untangling himself from Sander, and not even a second later, Lottie bursts into the room with Zoë in tow.

“Look Sander! Look Robbe! Zoë made me look pretty like her!” She runs over to show the boys her perfectly applied red lipstick to match Zoë’s.

Zoë laughs softly. “Remember Lottie, you are already pretty.” Lottie looks at Zoë and back to the boys confidently. “Yes I am already pretty.”

Robbe pulls Lottie on the couch to settle between him and Sander and pulls up Netflix as Zoë floats off to the kitchen to help Senne with dinner. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Ooh yes something with princesses in it!” Lottie says loudly while batting her eyelashes at Robbe.

Sander groans loudly and drops his head back against the couch with an arm draped over his eyes. Robbe giggles and flips through the Disney movies. “Okay Lottie something with princesses it is!” The movie starts, but Robbe can’t keep his eyes on the screen. Instead his eyes are fixed on his bleach blonde beauty, a soft smile painted across his face.

Sander glances over to see Robbe looking at him and mouths I love you. Robbe winks and mouths back I love you too. Lottie grabs one of each of their hands and clasps them together in her lap. “Watch the movie you two. You’re missing it!” The boys laugh softly, their intertwined hands held together by Lottie’s tiny ones, and they finally tear their eyes away from each other and to the screen.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe fics #robbe ijzermans fics #sander driesen fics #wtfock fics #zoë loocxk #senne de smet #katie writes #hope yall like this

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thestuffedalligator · 5 years ago

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Her sixth autumn was rolling into her sixth winter. The first skiffs of snow had arrived, heavy in the forest clearings but thin between the trees. The winds had shifted, bringing the cool smell of dead leaves and frost.

It was the first time she had seen a human.

She’d spotted it as soon as it entered her territory. It wore a red thing that made it stand out on the snow like blood, and a huge bundle on its back that weighed it down. It marched with the heavy sounds of crunching snow and litterfall.

If it was a deer, or a rabbit, or a coyote, this would be the point where she’d swoop down and wrap her talons around its throat.

There was a polite noise on a branch below her. It was the sound of a raven clearing its throat.

“So,” Chinook said. “Is there a reason you aren’t?”

Tuque looked down at him. “Aren’t what?”

“You know. The hunting, the pouncing, the snapping of necks and the feasting of eyeballs.”

Tuque looked at the human. It had taken out a bundle of sticks and brightly-coloured material and was trying to make something from them. It didn’t look like it was going well. “I don’t know,” she said.

Chinook nodded. “I only ask because it’s very cold today, and you had a look a second ago that means that something big was crossing your territory, and that means that we get to have a good meal.”

“Right,” said Tuque, who didn’t turn her gaze away from the human.

“And winter’s coming on,” Chinook said after a pause.

“It is.”

“And prey’s going to be scarce.”

“It might.”

There was another pause. Chinook sighed, a bitter puff of vapour in the autumn air.

Humans rarely came up in Chinook’s lessons. Carc had made them along with the other animals, they had a language of their own, and ravens sometimes stole Human words for names since Corvid words were too sacred. When she met Chinook in her fourth winter, he had insisted on giving her a Human word for a name. She didn’t know what it meant, but it tasted good in her mouth when she said it.

Now she was seeing a creature who’d made that word, and only now it seemed…odd in a way she couldn’t describe.

The best way she could think of it was this: Carc made the world, the animals, and Mother Raven, and Mother Raven made the ravens and crows. Jays were made when crows stole blue from the sky to recolour their feathers, and magpies were made as a laughing mockery of ravens to keep them humble. The world was made for corvids and the other birds. Humans didn’t fit.

Then again, neither did she.

The human had managed to make a small structure out of the sticks and material. Now it was pulling stones out of her river and was putting them down in a circle in front of the thing.

Tuque watched it for a while in silence. “Do you have any stories about them?” she asked. “Humans, I mean.”

Chinook screwed a dark eye at her. “Oh, I might have some vague memories of stories,” he said. He clenched a talon in the air. “Ah, but even now they slip from my talons. These past weeks have been so long, and so barren of food-”

Tuque rolled her eyes and opened her wings. “I get it,” she said. “Hold on.”

There was a whoomph as she beat her wings, a gust of wind which shook the frost off the spruce tree.

She skimmed over the river to check for trout, but all she saw was her reflection in the water. She shivered, flapped her wings, and flew a slow, lazy circle over her territory, looking, listening for-

A flash of white on white.

Instinct glowed red hot behind her eyes. She folded her wings in and fell. The air stung her face. She reached her talons forward.

The blood steamed on the snow.

She flew back to Chinook and tossed him the crumpled body of a rabbit. “Here,” she said. “Did I miss anything?”

“Not much. It’s - oo, you’ve left the eyeballs, thanks - it’s made a fire. Hasn’t done much since.”

The human was sitting in the orange glow of the fire. Just sitting. Cool, calm, and breathing huge, contended clouds of vapour into the evening air.

She shook her head.“What’s it doing here?”

“Who’sh to shay,” Chinook said around a beakful of rabbit. He swung his head up and swallowed. “Maybe it’s a mad human. Worms on the brain, or something.”

He looked at the human and cocked his head. “Might be for the best if you don’t eat it, then.”

Tuque frowned. She couldn’t tell if the implication that she would eat it was more upsetting than the idea that it had worms. “I don’t think it’s mad,” she said, “I just think-”

She paused. She sniffed the air. “Skunk?”

“You think skunk?”

“No, I smell a skunk.” She sniffed. She knew the smell. She was very familiar with it due to a hunt that had gone awry in her third summer. It mixed with the smell of smoke, thick and pungent on the wind. “I thought they didn't come this far upriver.”

“They don't.” Chinook turned his beak up to the wind and cringed. “Oh yeah, definitely skunk.”

He swallowed an eyeball and wiped the sides of his beak on the branch. “Well,” he said. “There’s a very old story. I don’t put much faith in it, but if you’d like…”

Tuque watched the human as she listened. In the old, old days (which apparently weren’t the same as the old days, which was when Chinook’s grandmother was a hatchling, and not the same as the old, old, old days, which was when Carc made the world), Mother Raven found a giant oyster washed up on the shore. It was huge, and fat, and oily, and the idea of its meat had driven her insane.

But when Mother Raven cracked the shell apart, all she found inside were creatures with hairy skin and long, spindly limbs. They shied away from the light, and Mother Raven pulled them all out of the shell. She discovered that they were clever, quick, and above all, funny. Mother Raven loved them and kept them as their own.

But as the years went by, Mother Raven discovered that while they were funny, quick, and clever, they were also cruel, and greedy, and thoughtless. They ate and killed and destroyed and left nothing for the other animals, and soon Mother Raven feared for the safety of her children.

Mother Raven had decided that the creatures had to be destroyed. First, she stole the hair from their bodies so that the winter would freeze them. Secondly, she stole their language, so that they could not speak to or ask aid from her children. Thirdly, finally, and most cruelly, she severed their connection to Carc, so that they could not eat raw meat without getting sick.

But the humans were not destroyed. They could not stand the winter, so they mastered fire and built nests that kept out the wind. They could not speak to the birds, so they only killed them and ate their flesh. They could not stand the essence of Carc, so they burned and boiled it out of whatever they ate.

Mother Raven had failed to kill the humans, and everything she had done to try had only made them more cruel, more greedy, and more thoughtless. They were the shame of Mother Raven.

By the end of the story, the human’s fire was a few low, glowing embers. The human still sat by it, nodding, nearly falling asleep.

Tuque watched it for a moment longer. She turned to look at Chinook.

“Is that story true?” she asked.

Chinook shrugged. “Who’s to say?”

Tuque thought about this. “And you have no stories for what I am, right?”

“Uh - no. No, sorry.”

Tuque thought about this as well. She looked at the human.

She opened her wings. “I’ll be right back.”

Chinook nodded. “Lovely. Bring me back an eyeball.”

She leapt. The spruce shook from the beat of her wings. “I’m going to talk to it.”

Chinook tumbled out of the tree and flapped his wings in a desperate attempt to catch up. “Wait!” he said. “No you can’t! You don’t speak Human!”

“I know some Human.” Mostly names of other ravens and crows. She decided not to mention this.

“You know less than me! And I only know a couple dozen words! Not nearly enough for a conversation!”

“I have to try.”

“Why?”

“Because it looks like me.”

There was a pause. Chinook sighed. “Fine. If I get brain worms from this thing, I’m never going to forgive you.”

Tuque folded her wings in and fell with the silence of an owl. Just before she landed she spread her wings out again and beat them with a huge gust of wind that sent snow curling.

The fire blazed, sending up a cloud of sparks. The human started, broke out of a dream to look around in a daze.

The human saw Tuque.

The human stared.

Tuque stared back. The human’s face was naked, featherless skin, with a reddish lump in the middle for a nose and two reddish lips below it for a mouth. Two huge, round, pale eyes looked out across the fire at her, and a mane of dark hair grew from underneath a shapeless red-and-grey thing it wore on its head.

It was, Tuque decided, very much like her face.

She blinked. But there were some details that were...wrong. The skin was too pale. The eyes were too red. When it opened its mouth, a cloud of thick, skunk-smelling smoke billowed out of it. Some part of her brain saw this and remembered that she didn’t see how, exactly, the human lit the fire. Could humans breathe fire? Was that one of the ways they outsmarted Mother Raven?

She saw now that there was a thing between its pale talons, a tiny white twig that glowed red at one end. Was it a weapon? Was it how the human started the fire? Was it-

There was a polite noise at her side. It was the sound of a raven clearing its throat.

“Well?” Chinook muttered.

Tuque breathed in and out. She closed her eyes. She tried to remember every Human word she knew.

“Hello,” she said. It was the name of a crow she’d met last spring. “Human.” A raven she’d met two autumns ago.

The human stared. It raised one of its talons.

“Hey,” it said.

Tuque nodded. Okay, yes, a new Human word. She didn’t know what it meant, but this was good, it was talking back to her. She raised her own talon at it. “Hey,” she mimicked.

There was a pause. A wind blew through the clearing, freezing her face and sending a whorl of snowflakes through the air, tiny pinpricks of cold that vanished instantly. Somewhere, an elk screamed.

“You’ve run out of words, haven’t you,” Chinook muttered.

“Shut up,” she hissed. At the human she said, “Bunnyhug.” A raven she’d met last winter. “Uh - Skookum.” A raven who nested just outside of her territory. “Poutine?” A crow from two summers past. “Chinook.” The name of the raven beside her, the one she’d been with for two autumns now, the one who taught her the names of the animals and the winds, and apparently not enough Human to have a conversation.

“Oh yes, you’re a natural at this.”

“Shut up.”

The human stared. Its gaze slowly turned to the glowing twig in its talons, back to Tuque, back to the twig, and then at the forest around it, like it was trying to take in the entire universe through its huge, red eyes.

Tuque breathed in, and out, and pointed a talon at herself. “Tuque,” she said.

The human stared. She took a step forward and pointed at herself again. “Tuque,” she repeated.

The human reached up, pulled the red-and-grey thing from the top of its head, and threw it down at Tuque’s feet.

Tuque looked at it. She looked at Chinook. Chinook shrugged his wings.

She grabbed the thing with one talon and frowned. “I - thanks, but I-”

The human moved forward. Tuque hopped back. The human froze.

A log shifted in the fire with a soft crunching noise.

The human moved again. It drew closer with deliberate slowness, reached out its soft, pale talons.

Tuque’s heart was beating. Her throat was dry. The red eyes stared back into hers, the nostrils breathed out huge clouds of vapour.

The pale talons unhooked the red-and-grey thing from hers and, shaking, pulled it over her head.

For a moment, she felt the skin of the human’s talon on her cheek.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Oh.

This was…

This was very nice. Very warm. Her head was squeezed with heavy warmth.

The human pulled away. It seemed to be waiting for something.

“How do you say thank you in Human?” Tuque asked Chinook.

“Thankyou,” Chinook said.

“Thankyou,” Tuque mimicked.

The human smiled. It nodded. It stood up, turned, and stumbled off into the darkness of the forest, muttering Human as it went.

Tuque recognized the word, “Whatthefuck.” It was the name of a crow she’d met last spring.

***

“This is my new favourite thing,” Tuque said.

Morning had brought another wave of winter. The skiffs of snow had thickened. The trees glittered with frost. Her breath came out in puffs of white vapour, and her head was perfectly warm.

Chinook screwed an eye up at her. “I thought we agreed it had worms on its brain,” he said.

“I’m never taking it off.”

“You’re sharing brain worms with it.”

Skookum had flown into her territory that morning to gossip. Apparently a human had stumbled into her territory and into another band of humans, babbling about a giant raven with a human’s face. The other humans had gently led it out of the forest.

She shook her head. “They just aren’t meant to be out here.”

“I mean, we’re to blame for it, aren’t we?” Chinook said. “Ravens brought fire down from the sun and gave it to the humans. That’s why we’ve got black feathers.”

Skookum screwed her eyes at him. “No, ravens stole the sun from the Giant Wolverine. That’s why we’ve got black feathers.”

“No, no, see, back in the old, old, old days-”

Tuque smiled and let the stories wash over her. There’d always be more stories. Tomorrow would be more stories. There would be deer, and rabbits, and coyotes. There might even be humans. Or a moose.

But for now, for today, the human, and the thing on her head, and the thing she’d felt when the human had put its talon on her cheek, were real.

She wondered what the word for it was.

#narrativia #fantasy #urban fantasy #harpy #writing #prose #short story #for a given value of short anyways #raven #corvid #canada

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gintoki-sakata-archive · 4 years ago

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“Cinema”

Fandom: Gintama

Main Ship: Gintoki x Tsukuyo

Other Ships: Okita x Kagura

Words:2709

Hinowa was holding two cinema tickets for the selected movie. She won the tickets in a street game by drawing a golden ball. She was supposed to go with Seita, but Seita suggested that Tsukuyo should go and have some fun. Then the idea was born in her head that Tsukuyo should go, but not alone. Hinowa wanted Gintoki and Tsukuyo to go together, however, she knew well that the two would not agree. Gintoki is quick to convince. It is enough that Seita asks him and he will not refuse him. The only problem was with Tsukuyo. This is the biggest challenge for Hinowa. She knew perfectly well that her sister would try every excuse not to go. She had to come up with a strategy so that she could not refuse the first time. The woman raised her head and looked at the sun that was between the metal walls.

"She is too stubborn" she said quietly to herself, turning her head a little to the side, and at a crooked angle she saw her store passing by people or courtesans with clients. She sighed heavily, "I have to ask Seit for help. I have no choice." She straightened her head, grabbed the staff and returned to the store. Hinowa, she did not want to mix her son in her own plan, but she had no choice. She also had concerns that her son wouldn't agree to participate in the plan.

When Seita, returned from school. Hinowa told him what she was planning and the boy agreed immediately, more he was very excited, his eyes glittered with delight, Seita, knew that his mother very much supports the relationship between Gintoki and Tsukuyo. He himself thought that they fit together perfectly and wanted his sister to play more, smile more, be more relaxed. Just like his mother just wanted her happiness, Hinowa and Seita talked vigorously about their plan. When they were finished, they heard the sound of a turning key in the door that was a sign that Tsukuyo was coming home. They finished the conversation quickly. Hinowa sat back comfortably in the armchair, grabbed the tea in both hands and touched the cup with her mouth to take a sip.

fallen Seita ran to her in the hallway with a wide smile. She heard a bang like something heavy. Hinowa didn't flinch because they knew the sound well, it happened every time her sister came home. Seita always jumped vigorously at her, with such powerful force that Tsukuyo fell. For the Courtesan it was a very familiar buzz and pleasant to her ears because it was a hallmark that Tsukuyo is back home. She drank a bow of tea and put the box down on the table and looked in the middle of the passage, saw that Tsukuyo was walking and carrying a happy Seit in her arms.

"Welcome home” Tsukuyo Hinowa, welcomed her sister with a warm smile

"I came back" She returned the warm smile. She set Seit on the ground.

"You have dinner in the fridge," they said

Tsukuyo, just nodded her head in confirmation. She put Seita on the ground and said he was going to sleep. Both women were alone, so Hinowa decided to implement the plan.

"Listen, Tsukuyo, I won two tickets to a movie cinema. Will you follow me?" Hinowa sat at the table and tapped her fingernails on the table and waited for an answer

"You won. You should go with Seita." Tsukuyo took dinner and put it in the microwave

"Seita has plans, I have an appointment" - She gave her a dishonest smile

"Then you will go another time." She poured boiling water into cups and handed a cup of tea to her sister

"No. The deadline is this Saturday. Me and Seita, we want you to go," she said firmly

"I'll think about it," she said, taking the dinner out of the fridge

XXXX

Hinowa and Seita managed to convince Gintoki and Tsukuyo. Hinowa, convinced Tsukuyo with one apt argument that she had never been to the cinema and should go and see if she liked it. She didn't want to leave Gintoki much, but she couldn't find any arguments against. Gintoki just heard that it was Tsukuyo, he agreed immediately. It only confirmed Hinowa that the two of them love each other, but they are too stubborn to take the first step. They both didn't know how to behave. Gintoki spent his last money on Cola Cola and Tsukuyo bought popcorn. He didn't want her to pay, but Tsukuyo was stubborn so she would share the expenses. They entered the cinema hall. Tsukuyo walked with Gintoki, looking around the place

"Fuck!"

Tsukuyo heard a familiar voice. She turned to her voice and saw red familiar material disappearing from behind the chairs. She stopped

* Kagura? * She thought questioningly and raised one up

"Tsukuyo"

Gintoki pulled her out of his thoughts. Tsukuyo, she turned to him and saw Gintoki waving her while sitting. She went to him.

"It seemed to me," she said to herself

Gintoki spread lazily and watched the movie. Gintoki was not too impressed by the choice of movie It was a romantic movie. Tsukuyo was very curious how she watched such movies on such a large screen, so she was very involved and looked with great curiosity.

They didn't know anyone was watching them. Behind four rows are hidden Kagura and Sougo. They had been dating for a month, but secretly before Kondo and Gintoki. Kagura asked him for a secret. She didn't know how to tell her father-brother that he had a boyfriend. She remembered well what had happened before when she "had a boyfriend" and her father and Gintoki almost killed him. She had nothing against their jealousy and knew that they were also saving the earth, but it opened her eyes that they were overprotective and no one knew what Sougo would do. Sougo understood this because Kagura told him everything, so he knew that first Kagura would have to prepare her biological father and adoptive father, but it is hard because they would sooner kill him than give away their beloved daughter. Now it's different, now they were in the same cinema, in the same room in the same film. Okita and Kagura were left with no way out.

"What now Sougo?" She looked at the boy out of the corner of her eye. Her expression was panicked and her voice trembled with panic.

"I didn't know they were together," Okita said surprised, looking at them all the time

"It's not even a date. Just Hinowa asked them to use the tickets" She sighed heavily "They are in love with each other, but neither of them will admit or take the first step" She added clutching her head

After Kagura's words, Sougo's expression changed to sadistic, and a wide smirk appeared on his face. Kagura well knew that Okita had an idea

"What did you come up with?" She looked at him suspiciously

"We should help them become a couple!" He said it ominously

"What?!" Kagura, slightly raised the elk.

Okita put his hand on her lips and covered them and touched his finger - Shhh - he said in a low voice.

Kagura looked surreptitiously at Gintoki and Tsukuyo and seemed not to have heard. She was relieved. Okita took his hand from her mouth. She sighed heavily.

"I don't know if that makes sense ..." She still doubted

"Of course he does! We can and will have no reason for your father not to agree to our relationship" He said hopeful

"Let's do it!" She said hopefully. Okita approached her and started telling her plan.

XXXX

In the meantime, Kagura and Okita thought of what to do. Gintoki and Tsukuyo watched the movie. Gintoki was uninterested, his eyes were closed, but he really looked at Tsukuyo, who clearly liked it. He smiled slightly and felt happier being at her side. When he saw her shiny eyes, red cheeks it made his butterflies in the stomach only grow. This feeling only appeared in the presence of Tsukuyo. He knew what it was, but he didn't dare tell her true feelings.

* Why am I afraid? We're both adults ... Tsukuyo * paused for a moment and looked at Tsukuyo * A woman like her wouldn't want to be lazy like me. Wait wait!! This is not Shoujo Manga ... this is Gintama. I read maybe two or three Shoujo Manga ... But ... this is completely different. Tsukuyo certainly wouldn't fall in love with me. It is not real for such a beautiful woman to want me. And if I have a chance? * Gintoki fought his thoughts, considered different scenarios. Tsukuyo looked at her friend and noticed that she was wandering somewhere. She touched his hand. He twitched slightly and looked surprised, blushing slightly

"All right?' She asked touching his hair.

She didn't know why she did it, but she just wanted to do it and couldn't fight it. Tsukuyo loved his hair, it was naturally durable and soft to the touch. Gintoki grabbed her hand playing with his hair. At this gesture he got a little scared and wanted to take his hand, but Gintoki did not allow it. He was holding her hand. Tsukuyo blushed slightly and felt her heart beat faster and faster. He kissed her fingers. Her face turned bright red. She wanted to ask why he did it, but she couldn't say a word. Gintoki also felt embarrassed.

"I-it was a thank you for agreeing to come here," he said, stammering and giggling nervously. He felt embarrassed by what he had done, but it was getting harder to control her. The irritation helped him stifle those feelings of unrequited love for a little more

"I-it's not a problem," she replied in a shaky voice. She didn't hear the movie, just beating her own heart. She felt happy and confused because she did not know what Gintoki was all about. She knows she won't have this man for herself, it made her heart go crazy, but now he did something unexpected. They didn't know what to think, but he quickly explained himself. Tsukuyo felt disappointed.

"Good." She smiled sadly. she went back to watching the movie.

Gintoki kept his eyes on her. Tsukuyo, tender as he looks at her all the time and felt uncomfortable. They didn't know what the reason was. I wanted to ask, but she heard his voice.

"Tsukuyo .."

"Yes?" They answered looking at the movie

Gintoki was silent and was analyzing whether he should say those two words that are hard to say

"Nothing ..." He couldn't .. he was a coward, but it was something more. He was afraid of rejecting her, he was afraid of losing such a valuable friend like Tsukuyo.

Kagura and Okita did a faceplam. They already hoped that Gintoki would cope with her feelings and tell her how she felt, but he was a coward that was one of his biggest flaws. Okita and Kagura knew that without their help they would not leave this cinema as a couple, but as friends. Kagura watched as the situation unfolded with tension and hope. She loved Tsukuyo and could not imagine another set for Gintoka, but when she heard that Gintoki was saying "No, nothing" Blood boiled in her and leaned out from behind the seat and punched him on the top of the head. Okita quickly stood up and brought her down and scolded the quietest one he could. Gintoki felt a blow and grasped the sore spot and looked around in all anger. Someone hit him, but he didn't know who. Outraged Gintoki stood up, turned his back to the screen and bent his legs, leaning his knees on the seat, looking for the person who hit him. He looked around, but in the government they sat only and previous governments were empty. There was no one behind him. It seemed strange to him. Okita and Kagura means that Gintoki will discover their presence. They both sweated in fear. Fear became stronger as Gintoki began to bend down.

"Gintoki"

The samurai head automatically turned to Tsukuyo, so Okita and Kagura breathed a sigh of relief. Okita hit the girl on the head. Kagura just gave him a hostile look.

"What happened?

"No .. nothing ..." Gintoki gave Tsukuyo a false smile

"For sure?" She asked suspiciously

"Yes, don't worry," he replied immediately. He sat down.

Kagura and Okita dressed in random clothes they found. They sat down near Tsukuyo. Okita sat next to her and waited for the right moment to move. he didn't have to wait long. When Tsukuyo grabbed a Coke to drink Okita, he elbowed the Coke and. Tsukuyo poured cola on her chest.

"Damn it!?" Tsukuyo shouted furiously

Gintoki quickly looked at his friend and saw what happened.

"I'll help you"

He took a white handkerchief from his pocket and began to drain Tsukuyo. Gintoki was thinking again, but he finally decided to do what belonged to him. He looked down at Tsukuyo, determination in his eyes. Tsukuyo was embarrassed to see her friend's serious expression. He opens his mouth to say something, suddenly she felt her and Gintoki's lips become one. Tsukuyo widened her eyes, stiffened when she realized that Gintoki had kissed her. Gintoki broke the kiss Tsukuyo immediately touched her lips and her diameter stopped working.

"Tsukuyo, I-"

Tsukuyo grabbed him by the kimono and pulled him to her and kissed his lips. The kiss was short. She broke the kiss and smiled looking at the boy's shocked face.

In the meantime, Okita and Kagura nailed that they managed to join them with a kiss and became a couple. They turned in the direction where Gintoki and Tsukuyo sat, but they were gone.

"Where are they?" - Kuga asked

"Behind you.."

Kagura and Okita trembled in fear at the sound of a female tone behind them. They turned to them trembling. Gintoki and Kagura stood still and Gintoki and Tsukuyo took off their beads and sunglasses.

"Kagura"

"Okita"

"What are you doing here?" Asked shocked Gintoki

"we ..eeeeeeee ..." Kagura looked sideways into the cinema wall

"We're on a date," Okita said

There was silence. In the background you could hear the music and voices of the cats in the film. The atmosphere was thick. Gintoki analyzed word by word what Okita told him.

"WHAT?!!?!?!" He shouted at the cinema

"Shhh !!" People at the cinema shouted

Gintoki ignored them. He wanted to put everything in his head, but his head was a mess.

"Since when have you been together?" Tsukuyo asked

"For a month," Kagura replied

"Why do I know nothing?" Gintoki can't believe it

"Because I couldn't tell you that" Kagura sighed "I know you won't accept Sougo" She added

"You're right. I won't accept him!"

"Gintoki" Tsukuyo spoke up. Everyone looked at her "Give them a chance. It's thanks to them. We're together"

"But he.."

"Listen ... Give them a chance ... Then we will see if he is not suitable for"

Gintoki closed his mouth. He tilted his head sideways and looked at Tsukuyo, who read from him like an open book. *sighs heavliy*

"Okay! Only-"

"Thanks Gin-chan, thanks Danna"

They both said it at the same time

"Only!" He turned serious and looked at Okita, who also got serious "You have to not hurt her otherwise. No matter where you hide, I will find you" He said threatening

"Don't worry Danna, I'm not going to hurt her" He grabbed Kagur's hand

When he saw that Okita was holding his dear daughter's hand, the blood began to boil in him. He must have had a lot of nerve control not to explode with anger. Tsukuyo sensed this and kissed Gintoki's cheek. The samurai turned to the girl and raised one eyebrow. He wanted to say something, but Kagura overtook him.

"Let's go" Kagura said

Without waiting for an answer, Kagura grabbed Okita's hand and they ran out of the cinema.

Gintoki and Tsukuyo could only watch them move away. They stared at the door for a moment and went back to watching the movie.

#gintama #tsukuyo #gintoki sakata #sakata gintoki #gintoki x tsukuyo #gintsu #gintsukki #myfanfic #gintsu fanfic #my gintsu fanfics

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saelwen · 5 years ago

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Lost in Middle-Earth

Thranduil x reader

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8

Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Warnings: just a little make out

Words:1,327

A month have passed and my relationship with Thranduil greatly improved. He was more patient with me and more gentle, every day we will to his office, where he teach me sindarin then we go take a walk in the garden and after that he goes do his King job, see if his kingdom is safe, if is there enough food for the year and other stuffs. I must say that I really am loving living in here, the people here were really nice to me, always helping me and show me how elf culture is beautiful. Tauriel was also a huge help to me, she was kind and really funny sometimes, making funny jokes about the mood of Thranduil, making us start a beautiful friendship.

I was strolling in the garden, just finish my lesson with Thranduil. Not going to lie, I'm pretty good elvish language even Thranduil was impressed with how fast I'm learning.

I stop and look at some flowers, but one of them catch my attention. It’s was a white Lillie, it was gorgeous however it was wither. The branch had a fade color and some of his petals were start falling, I don’t know why but the more I stay staring to the flower the more I feel her dying.

I bend down, touching the flower with one of my hands, feeling the petals under my fingers. Poor thing...i wish I could do something, I close my eyes, letting go a deep breath but suddenly a bright light came out from my hand that was touching the flower. My eyes widened and a small gasp falls from my lips, the light extinguished and the flower was looking good as new, like she was never about to die. What the hell was that??? I just stand there, looking to the flower then to my hand, still feeling it warm from what happen. DID I JUST CURE THE DAMN FLOWER?! I hear a loud gasp from behind me, I turn around and saw Thranduil standing there with wide eyes looking at me “...Amazing...” he whispers, I shot up, feeling panic running through my veins. What’s happening with my body?! I feel Thranduil hand grabbing my wrist, rubbing his thumb on my skin “Breath Y/n...It’s okay.” I do what he said, taking deeps breaths. My heart start to beat normally, my hands stopped shaking. He moves his other hand to my cheek, rubbing it softly, I look up, letting myself lose into his ocean like eyes. He starts bending his head down, closing the distance between us, crushing his lips into mine. The kiss was soft but passionate, his hand let go my wrist and move behind my neck, grabbing it softly. He starts nibble my lower lip, making me gasp, he took that as an opportunity to push his tongue inside, exploring my mouth. A moan fall from me, grabbing his robe harder for not falling on the floor as my knees were like jelly. He pulls back, letting me breath.

He looks around and gasp, I look to him confused but that vanish as see almost a jungle around us. Various plants and flowers have grown around us, a sweet smell surrounded us from the flowers, beautiful butterfly and dragonfly flew around, little rabbits and other forest animals started appearing from the middle of the plants, then a huge white elk walks towards me, he stops and lift his head high in the air, looking more huge as his horns almost touch the tree branches. I took a step back, afraid from the beast, Thranduil put himself in front of me, protecting me. But then the elk look into my eyes and nod, bowing his head to me, then he leaves, leaving me and Thranduil shocked. What the hell was that? Thranduil looks back to me with wide eyes and a smile “You are truly amazing!” he gives me another kiss but this time more softly, I feel my face burning up as I remember the events that happen. God, we just kiss! “W..What happen? What was all that?” I shudder a bit, trying to look normal. He smiles “My dear, it seems that you have power over nature and animals. That white elf was the guardian of the forest, very wise creature. He has taken you as his Queen!” now I was speechless. I have power over nature and animals??? Fuck, so this was what Eru was talking. “I don’t know that I had this power...How I can control it? What if I hurt somebody? It seems that my power is related to my emotions.” I look to Thranduil eyes, trying not to have a panic attack again.

He pulls me to him, embracing me softly “Shhh...It’s okay. You will not hurt anybody. I will send a message to Rivendell, Lothlórien and to Mithrandir telling about your power. Maybe they could help you control it.” I nod and rest my head on his firm chest. We stay like that for a while but a small yawn escape from me, grabbing Thranduil attention “You should rest. Let me accompany you to your chambers.” I try to argue, not wanting this wonderful time with him end, but he was stubborn like I was, so we ended walking to my room.

We arrive to my door, he turns to me and grab my face with his large hands, bend down crushing his lips to mine, kissing passionate. We pull away “Rest well, My Lady.” I say a small goodbye and walk inside my room.

I close my door and run to my bed, jumping on it. A giggle falls from my lips as I think about what happen between me and Thranduil. Jesus, I feel like a teenager girl.

Well I must say that this day was the best day in my life, I discover that I have power over nature and animals, which I was a bit afraid, and me and Thranduil have kiss. He really a good kisser but that don’t surprise me since he has 7000 years of experience. I walk to the balcony and sit on the chair, letting the warm sunlight touch my skin. Cuddling into the soft pillow that was there, I relax a bit, letting my energy return.

(Thranduil P.O.V)

Sitting on my throne on the meeting room, trying to listening to my council discuss so problem about a pack of orcs wonder in the forest but all was on my mind was Y/n. Wanting to kiss those plump soft lips again.

I was surprised about her power, how nature bend to her will, like she was some kind of Istari. It’s known that some elves could interact with nature and animals but not like that. I could see the fear on her eyes as she tries to contain her power, it was obvious that she didn’t have those kinds of powers in her world. Suddenly a though made way into my mind, maybe she could cure my forest. Make Greewood alive again.

I was so distracted with Y/n that I didn’t notice my council was calling me, I shake those though away and concentrate on the meeting “My King, are you alright?” I nod and ask what he was asking me earlier, “My King, I was asking you if the mortal was going to the feast that will happen this week? I would like her to ask her if she would want come with me.” with those words, I feel my blood boiling. Who this silvan elf think it is? Y/n was too good for him “Yes, she will come, as MY guest. Well if this is all, this meeting is over.” with I leave the room. No one will have my Y/n. NO ONE!

Hey guys!!! I’m so happy that all of you are liking this story. Here’s a new part, hope you like it. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think! XOXO

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shineonmalcolmbright · 4 years ago

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Shine On, Bright: Chapter Nineteen

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Past

I’ve heard this song before.

Such a regular thought but one Malcolm cannot quite pinpoint why it’s a problem. For some reason, the Overlook only catered to those who enjoyed older music. The type he imagined being played on phonographs from movies he’s only ever heard or seen satirized but not seen himself. The sort where men with such square jaws mumble phrases like: Out of all the gin joints in the world, she had to walk into mine.

Malcolm sat up but his movement felt like the noise of scraping cloth across velvet. A dryness was to it causing him to wince. He had no idea how he got there or where he was for that matter. He laid in the middle of a large room in the Overlook.

Music played while glasses scraped away. There were a few people laughing and other people chatting, but never from anybody he recognized. He sat up though knowing this song. It sounded live as if somebody played it in the room. He sat up there looking around. Tables collected dust with chairs on top of them.

The music continued to play as well as all the other sounds, but it wasn’t even like anybody was around. A single glass sat at the bar though. There were plenty behind it without a sign of alcohol. Glasses for pure decoration and a single pint glass full of beer sat on the bar as if it were waiting for him or probably something more of age for drinking in the United States.

You must remember this. . . The song begged. A different tune than the one from the woman in. . .

“Hello?” Malcolm said to the bar staring at the single beer waiting.

He looked around him. The floor was pretty dusty, a mess except there weren’t any footprints on how he got there. Not at all. Instead, it looked as if he slid or crawled across the floor to lie underneath a table to watch old dry gum hang out to such sad old songs.

. . .There was a woman in Room 217. He was pretty sure he saw her, but couldn’t recall if it was moments ago or a few days ago.

At first, he thought she was showering and singing a different sort of sad song than the one currently playing. Not one to remember but one reminding him that, he’ll be seeing her again.

Only as he crept closer the memory faded as if somebody cracked it open like an egg and peeled the shell of it away. She’d been standing there and showering until he stood right before the mint green tub to realize instead, a woman was curled up inside of the bathtub looking dead, very dead, dead in the tub.

It’s still the same old story, A fight for love and glory, a case of do or die. . .

“Malcolm!” Martin stood in the doorway to the bar area. Malcolm didn’t move toward him because it’d be like he pushed his way through velvet. Something was wrong with his brain. Martin made his way across the room. His movement caused dust to fly up all over the place. “My boy, where have you been? What are you even doing in here?”

Malcolm said nothing while he continued to stand there. He realized his notebook was on the floor and went to pick it up but Martin got it first. His notebook and pencil. He looked down at it, at some of the words across the pages. Martin said nothing at first letting the music play and play and play while there were still the whispers of invisible conversations. Somebody clinked glasses together laughing as they said “Slainte” while others said “Cheers.”

Martin looked up from the notebook. “What’s this?”

Looking at the ground, Malcolm shrugged. “Research.”

“Research? What kind of research?”

Again, Martin paged through his pages notes on Family Annihilator and other murders he found hiding in the corners of the Overlook. A drawing of the strange Irish Elk topiary that attacked him with a few vague sketches of unrelated birds. Then in a corner, there were brief notes with a lot of question marks surrounding the woman he found in Room 217.

Martin stared at that single page for a few minutes before he snapped his attention back up to his son, “Malcolm. . .did you see somebody else staying here?”

Of course Malcolm had a finger pointing at the information about her. Even the quick vague hums he heard from her as he wrote showering (?) but also he wrote dead (?) and Who could she be? And how did she get here?

“No. . .” Malcolm whispered. “I think. . .it was just my imagination, I think.”

“You and your imagination.” Martin chuckled. He closed the notebook handing it back to Malcolm. “Either way, don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate to sneak up on somebody in the shower?”

All Martin got out of him was a nod while Malcolm stared at the floor.

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?” Martin took one of the seats down off the table to sit so he’d be closer to eye level with Malcolm who refused to look up.

“I don’t think so.”

Martin smiled at him and Malcolm partially peered up. “I’ve heard it can get lonely out here so if you need to talk, please understand, you can always talk to me.”

Malcolm nodded while looking at his father.

“But I am going to have to draw the line at. . .” Martin used his thumb to point over his shoulder at the beer sitting on the bar. “. . .I am going to have to draw the line at drinking alcohol alone. You should come to me first so we can share your first drink, I’ll lay out the rule, but just don’t tell your mother.”

“. . .Right. . .” whispered Malcolm, taking a step to the side.

Malcolm met Martin’s eyes coming real close to let him know for a fact that the beer was just there, he somehow just woke up at a bar without any memory of how he got there. Didn’t sound the best defense but something simmered underneath the majority of Martin’s thoughts.

The loudest layer of his thoughts were a checklist. Going through all of the hotel responsibilities and making sure he didn’t forget the boiler room otherwise the entire place would blow up. Yet Malcolm almost clung too tight to a quiet one, it snaked his way out and into his heart for some reason. He couldn’t know. Does he? He’s smart. No. How would he?

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Martin asked Malcolm.

“No.” For added effect, Malcolm shook his head.

We’ll have to keep our eye on him. Martin chuckled giving his shoulder a little push. “You sure? You’re standing there staring at me and it’s a little weird.” What would I do if he even. . .?

“Can I choose the next song?” Malcolm changed the subject not wanting to go where his father was about to travel. Didn’t sound good. Something wasn’t right.

“Music?” Martin looked around. A different layer leaped to the top of his thoughts. What? What’s he talking about? What? “What are you talking about? What music?”

“Oh. Nevermind. . .!”

Malcolm scooted away from Martin, he hugged his research and pencil to his chest. He was about to make a quick exit when he realized Mr. Watkins now sat at the bar. At some point, he must’ve walked in when Malcolm acted all squirrely. Watkins raised a glass in his direction while somebody moved behind the counter, he cleaned a pint glass before putting it behind them.

As Malcolm took a closer look or really, it felt almost as if he stared longer at the shelves the more he realized bottles were full with light shining through them almost making it look as if they glowed.

“I love this song,” the bartender commented. He leaned over to turn up the volume on the radio. The tune of the Woman from Room 217 played over the speaker while Watkins carefully drank keeping an eye on Malcolm standing there.

Somewhere behind, Malcolm heard his father call out. “Is something wrong, Malcolm?” But Malcolm didn’t look back at him. “We can always listen to your Music head or whatever it’s called you like, no problem.” What does he know?

Malcolm inhaled deeply while he stared at the bottled alcohol and the bartender moved about there, cleaning up and wasn’t a person Malcolm ever saw before.

The bartender looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Can I help you out, son?”

Malcolm shook his head.

The music played:

I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar place that this heart of mine embraces, all day and through. In that small cafe, the park across the way, the children’s carousel. . .

No answer came up because Malcolm darted off hugging his research closer to himself. He didn’t stop until he reached the elevators and collapsed into the wall beside them heaving for air. His head and lungs felt rock solid. Thoughts weren’t coming upright. He closed his eyes and struck a button listening to the it chug along with a pointer ticking away calculating the different floors. Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. Not right.

But what wasn’t right?

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