#it really feels like my granfather telling me a story

[decadentenemyturtle]

Broken heart t'was made of wood

Part 1 - Gift

Summary:  It's not the money you put in one's gift, but the time and love. And if they cannot appreciate your gift, do they really decerve your time and happiness?

Words: 2499

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Warnings: Angst

What was suppose to be one of the best gifts given in your life, turned to be complete opposite of that. And just because of a simple fight, a misunderstanding.

 It had all started months ago, actually, when you got an idea one evening in one of the meals with the company. Dwalin had mentioned making a gift for his lady, and you just had happend to see Thorin's face at the time. The longing look, the look one has when they wished that someone gifted them something. And, well... Not just someone... But, nevermind that!

Few days later you had staretd to craft small, no bigger than your arm, wooden statues of Thorin's family. They turned out rather well, and even Balin was impressed. He had helped you for getting old drawings of the family for you, but only after hearing that you wanted to gift Thorin something special. And the look the old dwarf gave you was more than well knowing granfather of the very secret of his grandchild's, but he did not say anything about it. He only encourage you to do your stuff.

The Company knew you were a woodscrafter, and how you had done the crafting for a living before being pulled in this mysterious world. And after Erebor had been taken back and restored, you were given a change to continue your handiwork in Erebor. You even had your very own workshop! And customers came to you eagerly, even from Dale (well, they did need furniture and your work was more than well liked) and from Mirkwood. Even king Thranduil had ordered a new, bigger table for his study from you. He even got you rarer wood, a specic you did not know and deffinetly expensive and hard to get.

After you had finished the last wooden statue, you started to think how to given them to Thorin. Or when. And just now did you realize that you hadn't thought that how you should deliver these gifts to the king. Oops... Oh, well, oh well... There had to be a way, at leas for you since you knew Thorin and were even some sort of friend of his.

Asking him to take some time for you from his work felt wrong, and you didn't see him outside of his work often, so you decided to turn to his sister - asking help from Fíli and Kíli was out of option for a reason, Balin had already helped you too much, and the rest of the company? Yeah... no... Anyway, you needed to know how and where you should send the statues, and who you should ask to help you to carry the box to his.... Well, you didn't even know where you should send them. Or if you should give them personally to Thorin, in which case you should ask Thorin's time in your workshop and get few dwarves help to carry the statue's to wherever Thorin wanted them.

Yeah, that sounded most logical option, you thought just as you entered the royal wing. Just because you had an idea for doing a thing didn't mean you shouldn't ask if it was alright to do, you thought as you sought an living person in the area.

After looking for a while, you found out that Dís had some urgent things at hand and couldn't see you right now. You didn't trust enough for Thorin's maid to not to gossip about your gift for Thorin, and well, with the whole mountain, so you asked if anyone from the royal family at the moment was free to talk with you. Not that you wouldn't mind the whole mountain know about your gift, but you know... It's nicer to learn from your gift from the giver and see it, before you hear it from the gossibers probably even hours earlier. You learned that Fíli was free at a moment, so you headed for the royal private living room.

Some time later you stepped out of the living area of the royal are and then you heard it. Humming, calm and happy. After investigating a minute, you found out it was Fíli who had been humming, and after some importune of your part he had finally told you what it was about.

"It's an old lullaby my amad used to hum or sing to me and Kíli, when were still small pebbles. It's one of the only things she remember's form her childhood in 'ere Erebor" then he turned to you with a small smile. "Sometimes when I was small, I heard uncle humming it. I fear it has been years since I've last 'eard him hum it, even a little" You could only nod, feeling sad to hear this.

After talking with Fíli, you had gotten a little idea to add your gift for Thorin. It would take more time to craft than the statues, and you needed to make sure where you could get the best metal's and wood for it all the while so that Thorin wouldn't find out. And the lad had no advice how you should deliver the wooden statues to Thorin, expect to ask him to meet you alone.

"The rest will go on after that, just ask to meet uncle" he had said.

After talking with Bofur about the wood and with Gloin about the metal's, and after they heard where you needed the materials and whatever for, they were more than eager to help you.

You got the wood first - a fine chunk of pinewood's branch, and started the carving immediately. You got the metal's few weeks later, and they were brought to you by Gloin himself. When Gloin saw a glimbse of your carved statues, he eyed them for a second before giving you a firm nod and then leaving you to be. You wondered his behavior for a moment, but soon you forgot it as you started to work.

  Few months later your little extra work was almost finished, when Thorin came to your workshop. You were a little surprised, when you opened the door for him. And even more so, when he asked about the wooden statues of his family "dusting in your workshop". At first you didn't understand, how he could know about them. Not many knew what you had been prepared for their king - you could count them with one hand - and those few who knew, had promised not to say a word. And you always covered them, when a customer came to your workshop for whatever reason.

Then you remembered the one time, when you hadn't covered them proberly, and how Gloin had looked at them. And it hit you. Of course, that ass had not realised that they were part of your gift and he had went and told or sent a message to Thorin about them, blaming you for making statues of the royal family, from wood on top of that.

"I made them for you, your majesty" you told Thorin, hurt clearly heard in your voice. Thorin wasn't clearly impressed of your work, no matter how much they reminded of him his family, even less so when he thought that you had not told him about your little work or shown them to him. And he had told you as much, rather angrily. And really, you could understand his anger. You just wished he'd calm enough to hear your version of the story.

"Then, please, do tell me, why I haven't seen these, or even better, received these from you?" he asked, his voice cold, almost as cold when he had had the gold sickness. You swallowed, eyeing quickly your main worktable behind you. A wooden box ornated with silver and gold sat on top of it, tools around it. Thorin gave a quick glance to the box you had made and then he sighed.

"(Y/n), I have no decire to receive any jewelry from you. Not that you could actually make something that would be suitable for a king. Wooden jewelries are somewhat beautiful, but they do not suit for me" he said, turning to look at the wooden statues at the bigger table at the corner of your workshop. "And those statues shall be destroyed. I will not have my family been carved out of wood out of all the materials" You opened your mouth to arque with him, to tell to shovel up the crown to his royall ass, to say something, but Thorin quieted you by lifting lifting his hand.

"I will not discuss about this. You were given a permission to make wooden furniture and other requested item's. Those statues are not wanted or were not requested, so they must be destroyed" Thorin said and then he turned and was out of your suddenly so small workplace.

Your lips started to tremble, and your eyes started to turn glassy. Before you even knew it, you were sitting on the chair, crying your bleading heart out.

You should have know that Thorin would not appreciate gifts carved out of wood, as any other dwarf would not have done. You had been blind, too bround of your own work, that you had not thought what Thorin would actually think about your gifts.

Later on the day, when you went to the market to gather some incridiens for your food, you received odd looks. It wasn't because of your wet cheeks or red, puffy eyes. You had spent hours in your workplace after you had stopped crying. In that time Dwalin and two other dwarves came to collect the statues. None of them said anything after you had given one of the dirtiest and murderoust glares to them, when other of the dwarves crunted their colorfull opinion of your work, and of you.

When the three of them left, Dwalin stopped at the door and turned to look at you. He was about to say something, but the way you looked at him made him close his mouth and he only nodded to you.

You took a bit more food than you actually needed. Then you headed back to your office, and wrote a note that you attached to the door outside of your workplace. Then you took the wooden box you had made for Thorin and headed back home, swallowing your bride and tears. You saw Fíli and Kíli on your way, but you ignored them. You weren't angry with them - how could you - it just... You just didn't want to be around those two just now.

Safely in your small house, you set the basket on the table and headed to your bedroom. After an hour you had changed your clothes more suitable for travelling, backed the most important stuff in your small back, and had written a little letter for Thorin, the box attached to the letter.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, loaded the back on your back, took the box and letter in your hands, and headed out of your home to look for servant. In the end, you found the boys just outside of youre home.

"Where are you going?" Kíli asked. You gave him a little smile and the both boys knew immediatly that something was wrong. Not that they said anything.

"I'm going to Dale. Work stuff..." you lied, and handed the box to Fíli. "Can you..." you quicky licked your lips "Can you give this to your uncle? Please?" Fíli took the box, looking at it for a second, frowning, before he looked up to you.

"Of... course" he only said, sounding troubled. Then he added "When will you return?" You gave him a sad smile, and he, and Kíli, knew already the answer.

"I don't know, laddie. When I can" you answered, even when you all knew the answer. You wouldn't be coming back Erebor. Fíli swallowed and turned to look down at the box, while Kíli looked like sad, kicked puppy. And he probably felt like that too.

"Can't you stay? Please?" he asked, pleaded. You shhok your head, feeling the familiar lump in your throat.

"I can't, laddie. Not when the person who I love hardly even regocnises me" you choke out, tears rising in your eyes. And here you thought that you had done with crying for the day. Kíli really looked like a kicked puppy, while his brother looked just sad.

"We love you, auntie" Fíli said, and then he and Kíli both hugged you, tightly. Then, after a while, you let go of them and smiled to them.

"I love you both, too. I won't forget you, laddies" you said and gave a small kiss for a both of them on the cheek. And then you left.

  The day was turning to an evening, when Fíli was able to give the little box to his uncle. They were in the royal living room, Thorin sitting over the table, Kíli and Dís on the armchairs over the fire. Fíli was leaning to the armchair his mother was sitting on, eyeing his uncle. And finally, he sighed and pushed himself up. He walked up to the table, placing the small box and letter on the table.

"Uncle, I was truested by... someone... to give these for you" Fíli said, when Thorin looked up to him. Then Fíli just nodded to him, turned and walked over to a lonely corner and sat on the divan. Thorin frowned and then he turned his eyes to the box. He took the letter to his hand, and when he saw the box, he felt his breath live from his body.

"(Y/n)..." he muttered as he let his hand slide over the wooden surface. He remembered this little box from your workplace. Then he turned his eyes to the letter he was holding. And he frowned, again. He opened the letter and his lips went on a thin line.

"I'm sorry for, well, everything...." Thorin read the part of the first sentence and then he turned his eyes back to the box. And then he opened it. Just out of the curoisty he wanted to know, what kind of jewelry you had made for him. But...

But...

"What..." he started just as a beautiful melody started to ring in the room. Thorin's eyes went as big as plates. Fíli stopped his lonely, gloomy musings and turned to his uncle, and Kíli and Dís stopped their talking and turned to look at Thorin. They all knew this song far too well.

Thorin could only stare at the small box, seeing the mechanism in it to work their magic to create this music, the old lullaby his mother had sang to him when Thorin had been small pebble. Just as Fíli was approaching the table, Thorin turned his eyes back to the letter still in his hand. And Thorin had to swallow his pride, and tears.

"I never meant to offend you, your majesty. I just wanted to make you happy"

[kurtty-drabbles]

Swan au (the basilisk)

N/A: Yes, the big ass snake is here. Time skip, Yana has 19-20 years old. Kitty is a mysterious adventurous for the Evil Necromancer and this doesn't make any friends with the others(minus Excalibur, but, they do think she is a bit strange but a cool girl)

Just get word that his students did more amazing things that Kitty did here, well, I still think what she did was badass...if compared to Harry Potter.

@djinmer4  @dannybagpipesarecalling  @discordsworld

The guild of Marson has oddities as guild members, the policy of Marson is simply. Don't make questions. Kitty Pryde can say many of the guild members have shady past and are running from their past. The woman enters in where the jobs for guild members are available.

A woman with fake blonde hair(Kitty can see the roots and the eyebrows are not matching the hair) makes a disgusting face as Kitty dares, in the blonde´s opinion, to filth the bar with her presence.

“Look what we have here. The Whore” the woman replied arrogantly looking up and down at Kitty, on the other hand, Kitty retribute the looks and replied drily “Sorry, are your eyes that bad? how can you mistake me with you?”

The woman would like to give a good piece of her mind, however, people grab her preventing any foolish act to occur. Kitty disregards the woman and goes to the wall board, many jobs are available and Kitty has time.

The Necromancer is attending an evil meeting(it has a fancy name, but, Kitty likes to call this way) and Kurt couldn´t bring Kitty along as their meetings tend to go dark and dark(“I´ll most likely sacrifice someone” “why?”  “magic” “...I don't follow you”) so, Kitty is taking jobs to spend the time.

One job caught her attention. A big house, a hostel of sorts, is having troubles and the payment is well.

“Ok, I´ll take this job” Kitty replied to herself and one of the people in the bar send a dirty glare “Freak” and Kitty narrow her eyes muttering something in her language. The bartender won't break the fight, not even when the man leaves the bar with a bleeding broken nose and purple eye.

The man has the badge of Friend of humanity and now is time for his leader to know about this Kitty Pryde.

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The lady who made the post is a kinder woman who, in times of needing money, opening her house to be a hostel(the big house is from her family, has more rooms than one lonely person can need and the bills are unmerciful) and Kitty can relate to this woman.

“Miss Isabela” Kitty speaks in a more graceful tone “I can say there's more on this job” the woman is startled by this “your eyes betray you, please, tell me the whole story, I won't judge you. I´m not from any group” This make the woman now confess her secret.

“I have shame of this part of my family's story” her voice is ready to cry “  Ok, where to begin, at some point in the past, my granfather was a man to believe in only his kin is superior” she hides her face in shame “his conviction was more than spread nonsenses at the table. Rumours has it he created organizations to expell those who aren´t pure magical”

Kitty didn´t say anything. Only let the woman speak. This is a common human behaviour.

“My father told me...he brought and raise a Basilik in this house to eat the impure, of course, Magneto´s policy caught word on his work and he was arrested and executed” she explained not feeling sorry for the grandfather “we live with this shame and I´ll do anything to not be associate with that man…” she takes a deep breath and adds “a few weeks ago, Jessica heard bells, I didn't think it was nothing serious...until she was spot dead”

“You think there´s an adult basilik here?” She points to the house.

“Yes, I try to do something but…”

“The creature is far to smart or you don´t have the right energy, if your grandfather bring this monster they it was ready to follow his command, but, Basiliks don´t follow orders...those creatures only eat whatever is available.” she stops for a moment and asks “and the others?”

“I send them away, after Jessica, I won´t let anyone suffer the same fate” Miss Isabela explained and Kitty nods.

“That´s was prudent and I can see why you wouldn´t want to share your personal story with the others, but when dealing with a basiliks, there´s no pride” she can´t help to form a tiny smile at this inside joke “anyway, the basilik you have is a child. For starts, Basiliks are bigger and live for  a very long time, if it was an adult...you wouldn´t find Jessica”

“Are you an expert in Basiliks?”

“Something like that” Kitty then rose from the chair “I´ll get rid of the basilik, but, lady, after that you may start to consider call more professionals here...if your grandfather brought basilisk...he could have much more” Miss Isabela nods ashamed and confused.

“Where are you going?” Miss Isabela asked as Kitty is opening the door.

“First, I can´t express enough how stupid and dangerous this whole situation truly is and you living here only adds your chance to be killed. Look, live in shame won´t change anything...if you want to get out of your grandfather´s shadow then do something fro the others...don´t merely stay crying...that´s help no one” and adds “I´ll go ask help of a dear friend”

And leaves Miss Isabela alone. With her thoughts.

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Kitty returns with a basket. The sun is dawn and Miss Isabela is outside waiting for her. Kitty did feel some compassion for the woman, but, now she thinks if she is just playing the victim. Kitty never likes the type. Or maybe, she´s being biased here.

“Miss Kitty” the woman greets  nervously,“ I thought you would bring more people?”

“People would just make this troublesome. Basiliks would feast in poor humans” Kitty enters in the house and put the blindfold before offering to the Miss Isabela and lighting a candle. “They have a weakness that no one takes into account ...which is a damn shame”

The bells arrive and Kitty let a rooster out of the basket who sing loudly and with strength killing the Basilik in one minute the bells are gone. She take the blindfold and has her back to the basilik.

“Buddy, is that thing really dead?” the rooster only nods its head and Kitty sees the dead basilik. It resembles a naja except the colour is entirely black and its eyes are golden, well, it used to be as now his scales are turning grey and fading to dust. “Thank you, buddy, I own you one” The rooster nods his head as if saying you really do.

“Miss Isabela, I hope you, in the future, can do more than just crying.”

“I´ll, thank you.”

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Kitty is at the kitchen with some of the bamfs as Kurt is back. Smelling like blood.

“I still don´t follow you, evil wizards and your need to sacrifice life” Kitty replied still confused.

“Ah, if it makes things less confused. I killed one of my followers. A traitor” then Kurt looks at the dead basilik and looks back at Kitty.

“Oh, yes, you told me basilik´s venon is useful? if so, better do something now, the potion I did will conserve the body for a few hours then...it will became dust” Kitty answer honestly.

“Katzchen, do you want to learn more magic?” Kurt looks again to the basilik “Because I feel I should teach you now”

[ran-orimoto]

It stroke me while I was reading ur honeysh headcanons here, but I recognize myself in Yang so much. When I was a kid I also dreamed about becoming a pilot, despite my parents divorcing. I bothered loads of friends by telling them I wished to be up there to feel free. Life didn't go like that but I didn't regret those daydreams. That's why I really find myself drawn by Taka and I hope someday Yang will tell those cuties about their granfather's novel he really loved as a kid.

Ohi, Anon, sorry for being late, but today I ended up talking about Yang and Co. With my dear Senpai and I feel like it’s the right moment to answer you all.

I’m content because of these emotions of yours. I’m glad you recognize yourself in Yang, despite your bad moments. Yang can be summed up in your words perfectly: he wants to become a pilot just because he wants to feel free.

“Honō no Taka no bōken”, which is his favourite novel, manages to draw him so much because Taka is free. Taka has got the freedom Yang hasn’t got and will never get, in his opinion, because also being a commercial pilot makes him feel in a grabber. He doesn’t complain about his job too much but, connecting my post to the chat with my Senpai (XD), he acknowledges he would have preferred having a plane of his own and being a true ace pilot like Taka is, why not, also a damn Kamikaze. He doesn’t care about death at all. If falling like that would make him feel free, who cares.

Focusing on Taka more, I really don’t know a lot about his story, but maybe Takato has set the story into a dystopian world, in which humans have “gone back in time”, discovering how technology has led them to destruction. Therefore, Taka would live in a new world, Digiworld, into which Humans have found a shelter to keep on living, returning to old times ahaahaha. Taka would be a boy, maybe a seventeen-eighteen-year old who has grown up there with his Hawkmon. Maybe, one day they would find an abandoned plane and he would start piloting it until he becomes a pilot about whom nobody knows anything. He would become a sort of legend who would pilot his plane to fight and save the world his Hawkmon has always lived in, because, you see, humans are beginning to ruin that world too.

Nevertheless, there’s a “plot twist”: Taka would end up into a mission that would curse and bless him at the same time; he would get in touch with a special fire Digimon that gives him the ability to control fire and use it as a “weapon”. However, he would have some parts of his skin burned whenever he uses it.

And yeeeeees! Yes and yes! The children would beg him to tell them about Taka before going to bed, especially Toshiō, because he’s so into planes. I’m not sure if he’d do that with his own children, though. If Itsuki happens to be their mother, she would never allow him to do that XD. Taka is another depressed being.