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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Sport

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader x Stu Macher x Plus!size reader

Word Count: 1871 words

Warnings: Usual horror warning stuff.

Summary: The reader starting a friendship with Casey Becker for a bit in order to start off the whole murder thing

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You never really wanted to be her friend.

There was nothing wrong with Casey Becker, of course, but you didn’t care too much for anyone in Woodsboro. Aside from Billy and Stu, you sort of saw the rest of them as a sort of inconvenience, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a team player.

The plan you and your boys were taking on was nearly a year in the making, and whatever it was you had to do to make it go off without a hitch, you would do. Even if that meant playing nice with someone you couldn’t have found more dull.

Which was exactly why you were here in the first place.

You each had a role to play in this whole thing. Billy had a handle on Sydney, Stu managed most of the business with Tatum, and you were in charge of figuring out everything with Casey Becker.

To start off a murder spree like you had planned, you couldn’t just jump right into it with the main focus of your anger, or so Billy had informed you. This all had to go according to his plan and to lead up to the main event, and Casey was the perfect ice breaker.

Stu hated her, Billy hated everyone, and it didn’t hurt that Steve Oris had been added in there at some point, who made you increasingly uncomfortable.

It just worked out that way, but you had to find a way to get in and get information, which they guys just couldn’t get. Billy approaching her out of nowhere would be too suspicious, and she and Stu didn’t get along.

That was why it had to be you.

After Marleen Prescott’s death, you had plenty of time to get on her good side without putting yourself in a place where you would ever be a suspect. If nothing else, after the deed was done, you could play the heartbroken best friend.

No one would ever put the pieces together, but you got all you needed. Casey trusted you, she cared about you, and that meant you knew everything that was going on in her life. That included, among quite a bit of other crap, when her parents would be home, when they wouldn’t, and what she would be doing with Steve.

She never had a prayer, not after you started that conversation with her at school.

...And after all this time, tonight was the night.

You made your way to the house, as you had pretty often at this point in your friendship without anything out of the ordinary. Anyone looking in would have just seen two best friends, ready to hang out and have a good time, though the truth was far more sinister.

Somewhere, headed this way was Steve Oris undoubtedly going to meet up with Stu and Billy before getting anywhere near his girlfriend tonight.

Not that you were going to get off easy just because time was ticking down for them. You still had to finish this whole thing out strong, even if there was a little bit of wiggle room.

No matter what happened, Casey wasn’t getting out of her alive, but just because you could loosen up a little didn’t mean you could be reckless. You still had plenty of time to kill, and the night was far from over.

After all, you had just knocked on her front door.

“Open the door” you called, knocking a few times on her front door. You were friends, best friends in her eyes, but you had become so in the perfect way.

No one would even know you were here, with the only person familiar with you being Casey, who wouldn’t live to incriminate you.

“I thought I told you that Steve and I were hanging out tonight, I’m just waiting for him to get here” she hummed, opening the door with an almost apologetic look on her face. She had told you, of course, but you didn’t care.

You knew something that she didn’t.

“I’ll just keep you company till he shows up, besides, I brought ice cream” you tried, presenting the bag to her as proof that you had really just come to hang out with her. It was her all time favorite flavor, cookies and cream, which you knew she couldn’t turn down.

So, she let you in.

You followed her into the house, closing the door behind you, though you decided to leave it unlocked. It was a casual action, one that the blonde didn’t even notice as she made her way into the kitchen, intent on putting on some popcorn.

She still had a movie night planned with Steve, after all.

You were casual as you moved through the foyer of the house, just barely catching a glimpse of Billy in one of the far windows. Clearly, Steve would be a little preoccupied, or at least, far too busy for popcorn, .

“I guess I should just put the ice cream in the freezer” you decided, talking more to yourself than anything as you passed behind her, opening the door casually. You had been here enough times before to know what you were doing.

In fact, you were almost sure that not even Casey knew this house as well as you did. You had been doing extensive research over it, all these months, keeping track of what was where and who would be in the house on certain nights of the week.

You were good at this, lying and all that.

So good that you didn’t even flinch when you heard the phone start ringing on the hook, which Casey was quick to retrieve all the way in the living room. All you could do was stand still for a moment, doing your best to listen in to figure out who was on the other line.

She spoke for a few moments before hanging up, and when it rang a second time, you knew for sure who it was.

It was happening.

There was a noticeable change in the space after she picked the phone up a second time, with the air growing more and more still with each breath she took. Clearly, something was wrong and while you briefly considered to act concerned, you abandoned that quickly.

Keeping up appearances wouldn’t matter now.

“Boo”

The blonde jumped, understandably given the circumstances, when you spoke behind her. Between the things Billy was muttering through the phone and the fact that Steve still wasn’t here, she was stressing herself out.

“Who’s on the phone?” you mouthed, holding your hand up to your face like a mock phone. Something had changed in your demeanor since how you were before and this moment but she didn’t even have time to process it.

Too much was happening at once.

When she didn’t answer, you couldn’t help but sigh, plopping down against the armchair in her living room. After all this time, this was what you were doing this for? You just had to sit back and watch her pace around.

It was hardly the excitement Billy had promised you.

Gingerly, you leaned back to stretch the muscles in your back, your arms over your head for a moment. Glancing behind you, there was just enough of the patio visible to you for you to catch a bit of something there in the darkness but you couldn’t make it out.

Not that you had to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

By the time Casey caught on though, there was screaming and begging and freaking out going on which made it a little difficult to relax.

“We have to get out of here” she decided, under her breath, the sicko on the phone still occupying most of her attention. The blonde was in a full panic, and had yet to connect the dots, fairly assuming you had no part in this.

Though, as soon as she said it, Casey noticed that you didn’t seem even a bit concerned by what was happening.

Something was wrong with you.

All at once, she went through several possibilities. She thought that maybe you were in shock, still a little lost over what was going down over the phone, or that maybe you just weren’t the kind to panic.

...but the truth was obvious.

You clearly weren’t surprised by this.

Then, before she could really come to any real conclusion, you grinned, standing from your place and walking across the room. You didn’t stop until you reached the patio doors, allowing yourself to gaze out into the darkness for a moment before flicking on the light.

Billy was still spouting horrors into her ear, but the girl could only focus on you, trying to figure out what was happening. Though, she didn’t get very far before even more panic set in. Evidently, he’d asked her his first question, and she’d gotten it wrong.

Of course she had.

All in all, it was a trick. Stu had come up with it, knowing that only real horror buffs like the three of you could really answer it. The added panic only served to guarantee that she’d get it wrong, not that any of that even mattered.

Once she spoke his name, “Jason”, you flicked the light off again, waiting for the auditory cue from Billy to turn it back on. Of course, when you did, Steve’s insides were splayed all over the pavement, dripping out of him like wax onto a birthday cake.

“You lost, you know the rules” you shrugged, turning around carelessly toward the kitchen.

“You smell burning?” you asked, briefly taking note of the fire that had started on the stovetop, long forgotten between Casey answering the phone, and Steve’s untimely death. At this point, she was a blubbering mess, which couldn’t have been more boring.

Surely your job here was done.

“Hey Cas? I think the front door is unlocked, you should probably go check that” you teased, taking the phone from the girl, and sitting back down in the chair you’d previously been in, as she scrambled in that direction.

It wouldn’t have mattered how quickly she went, as Stu was surely already in the house, but that didn’t phase you either. In truth, the actual killing was of no interest to you at all.

That was really where the boys came in.

You just liked the sport of it all.

“How’d I do?” you asked, casually placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you made your way out the broken patio door, which had gotten shattered shortly after Steve took his final breath.

You were careful to avoid the glass, making quick strides of it as you listened to Billy breathing into the phone. He didn’t answer you, of course, with Casey having gotten outside at some point, making him her problem but you didn’t mind.

You just kept walking until you found a nice little tree swing on the other side of the yard to sit in while you waited. They would be done soon enough anyway, and then you could go home and get a shower or something.

Maybe you’d even give Sidney a call for an alibi.

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leagueoflegendsimagines · 3 years ago

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May I politely request some Lillia cute and NSFW? If not, then perhaps Ori or maybe Ahri

Since I'm in the mood for writing and I have some free time tonight, I'll get this request and maybe write one more - or just continue with the Blood Moon Jhin AU or something else I have catching dust around.

Hope you'll enjoy this, dear anon! I know it's taken a long time but maybe it will be worth the wait.

Note: This will take place in the Spirit Blossom universe. I'll also write Ahri, Yone and Yasuo in the Spirit Blossom!

SFW:

- As a priestess of the Spirit Blossom festival, you knew many things - things hidden from the eyes of the common folk.

- The path of the spirits was a dangerous one, full of hardships but deeply rewarding. You felt that aspect very deeply with each passing year. Every festival was marked by a moment that should be forbidden to any mortal - a chance to slip into the world of spirits, unseen and unknown.

- It wasn't out of your own choice, of course. There were many dangers hidden in the shadows of this world, a dreamy realm that left you yearning for more. It was almost an addiction, a pull that had always proved itself difficult to fight against.

- As one of the youngest priestesses, still new to the craft, you were sent into the spirit realm to reinforce the barriers separating the two worlds. Difficult work that attracted the attention of unwanted beings - but something that had to be done.

- Like the previous two years, you stepped into the spirit realm with trembling hands and a startled heart. Your right hand gripping the lantern tightly, your left hand holding the basket, filled with calming incense and ancient scrolls. Some would call it witchcraft. In some ways, it was.

- You would always wear a purple kimono and a detailed, horned mask to blend in with the spirits and to remain hidden to the demons lurking in the shadows. It made you look ethereal, just like one of the spirits you'd hear stories about as a child.

- Under any circumstance, you'd feel pleased by it. But now... Now it only made you uncomfortable. You considered it bad luck - looking and acting like a spirit. You were alive, after all. Living flesh. A beating heart. Running blood.

- The demons' favorite prey.

- And you'd do anything it takes to avoid becoming their prey.

- You steadied your trembling fingers, your wildly beating heart while you studied your surroundings. They were different from the last time you've seen this place.

- They were always different. The place was alive. Always changing. Completely unpredictable and thus dangerous. Your fingers tightening around the wooden curve of the lantern, you took a few cautious steps into the gloomy forest. A purple haze was floating around, making your mind feel hazy and slow.

- You were aware of the effects this place could have on the human mind. It still didn't prepare you one bit for the whole ordeal.

- With a deep inhale, you started walking. Small steps - one at a time. You could do it. You could reach the main shrine and enforce the barriers in less than an hour - you'd be back in your world before midnight, if everything went well.

- You met Lilia for the first time on the way to the altar.

- A scared, lonely being. She took a huge fright when she saw you - when she saw your mask - and you spent the next 20 minutes trying to convince her that you weren't, in fact, a demon.

- In the end, your fumbling fingers reached behind your head to take off the mask - an incredibly dangerous thing to do, of course, but you tended to be a bit more reckless than a priestess should probably be.

- As soon as your face came into view, Lilia froze. It's been so long since she has seen any humans here, so deep into the spirit realm. No soul ever ventured this far - either guided by the spirit fox or chained to the demon. You were...

- You were so beautiful to her. Wide eyes, fearful yet stubborn. Your hair was simply made, traditional flowers blooming from between the strands in a casual, almost natural manner - as if they belonged there. A straight posture, an elegant yet strong body covered in the sensual and luxurious silk that could only exist in the spirit realm.

- You were absolutely stunning to Lilia. And for a few long moments, she stuttered a question while cowering close to a nearby tree.

- "A-are you a human or o-one of them?" She needed to be sure. She couldn't trust you, not yet. What if you were a demon with a human face? What if you were one of the spirits, just trying to hurt her for your own amusement?

- You frowned for a short second before you gave her your answer: Human.

- And Lilia knew you were telling the truth. She could sense lies easily, her heightened senses capable of picking up every tremor in your voice, every skip of your heartbeat.

- You covered your face again before she could say anything else. There was an ominous sound in the air, a warning you could clearly hear.

- You've pushed your luck enough.

- With a curt nod to Lilia, you left her and continued on your way to the shrine.

- And Lilia remained there, shocked and flustered - feeling alive for the first time after so very long.

- Of course, you were just a human. But you possessed such confidence, such a stubborn aura around you. So different from her weak, sensitive nature.

- In the following 3 years, you would see her again and again. Lilia was a sweet thing, always waiting for you at the edge of the forest on that fateful night. It made your heart ache, the way her eyes would brighten with excitement and love - only to fill with tears when it was your time to go.

- Every year, you'd push the limit a bit more. Just a little bit more. Just 5 more minutes with the lovely fawn you've met in the woods. The one you've come to cherish more than anything the mortal realm could offer to you.

- You knew what feelings you had for her. You were also well aware of her feelings for you. It was hard to ignore them when she waited for you so earnestly. It was hard not to confess when she walked besides you, talking as you carefully listened - hands touching your back, your hands, wrapping around your waist as she nuzzled your hair and your masked face.

- She was warm and delicate - the soft smell of cherry blossoms intoxicating you in her presence.

- You encouraged her to leave her safe forest - to meet the other kind spirits of the realm. You knew they did exist. You've seen them a few times in your passing, but from a great distance. You had never dared to adventure closer, unwilling to show any disrespect to them - no matter how unintentional.

- Obviously, you were happy when Lilia made new friends. She told you about two brothers, about a lost princess. She talked about Ahri, the fox spirit of the realm. She mentioned so many spirits, always ready to share new information with you. It made your heart ache for her. So innocent and so willing to do the right thing.

- In your 5th year as a priestess, you arrived to the spirit realm prepared. Cherry blossoms bloomed in your hair, woven delicately into an elegant design. Instead of a purple kimono, you were wearing a red one, rich in gold and silver.

- You wore no mask - instead, a crimson veil delicately covered your face.

- You had offered yourself as a sacrifice to the spirits of the realm, to the unfortunate weeping of your fellow sisters.

- While they were crying in despair, you were crying out of happiness.

- You watched as Lilia froze in shock and recognition, followed by uncertainty and a brief moment of bursting excitement and happiness.

- "You'll have to accept me before someone else comes to snatch me away." You whispered softly when you came to a stop in front of her, your cheeky smile visible through the thin veil.

- She could only ask you why in a trembling voice.

- And finally, you were able to tell her. You loved her, of course. Why else would you do this?

- You told her you were sick of waiting one year to see her again. You told her that the mortal world was dull and lacking happiness in her absence.

- You told her you'd never been happier than in that very moment.

- And Lilia could only smile widely through the tears of happiness bursting from her eyes, shaking hands reaching for the veil to pull it off - before she pressed a soft, delicate kiss on your cold lips.

NSFW:

- Lilia isn't a very sexual being. She's more willing to please than be pleased. But, as your wife, she does make sure to satisfy you in every possible way.

- It isn't only about doing her marital duties, of course. As weak as she might seem, Lilia can become quite fierce. She knows how to say no when she feels uncomfortable - and that's mainly because she's so comfortable with you. She knows that you wouldn't force her into anything, nor judge her for saying no.

- Marriage in the spirit realm is different from marriage in the mortal realm. It's much more meaningful. As Lilia is a spirit - and you are to become wed to one, even as a human - sex takes on a much more meaningful touch. It's a bonding of your souls in more than one ways. It's the final rite in your marriage, after the bridge offering and the small courtship phase - which consists of Lilia offering you something to eat, something made by her, before taking you to bed.

- She's a gentle and loving partner. Honestly. there is no sex with her. There is only love making. She takes care of you better than any partners you might've had in the past, sensible and well aware of your needs.

#league of legends #lilia x reader #lilia #spirit blossom #league of legends x reader

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moony-artnstuff · 4 years ago

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Commission @smol-wincheeseter

Note: @smol-wincheeseter Hi hun! Here is your commission. Sorry that I didn’t post it yesterday, my computer crashed☹ I tried to add as many elements as possible, hope you like it, and I hope you’re doing alright!

WARNING: Depression, suicidal thought, self-harm (although prevented) Please read carefully and stay safe!

“Lassie? Is everything alright?”

You were shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of a voice. As you blinked your eyes and became aware of your surroundings again, you noticed Bofur had placed his hand over yours, which were resting in your lap. You turned your head to look at the dwarf and were met with his concerned gaze.

“Bofur?” you asked confused.

“You suddenly stopped carving,” he explained, motioning to the half-finished wooden figure beside you, “and then when I looked up you were scratching your hands and clenching your teeth. Are ya doing okay?” For a moment you just blinked, still processing the words. Then you put up the smile you always wore, and answered,

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was just… distracted for a moment. Thinking about my own world, you know?” and you hoped he would believe you. Bofur simply gave you a sympathetic smile.

“If you ever feel the need to talk about it, or anything at all, I’m always here.” and he gave your hand a friendly squeeze before standing up.

“Now, if my nose isn’t betraying me, I’d say Bombur has finished cooking us dinner, let’s go see what he’s made us.” and he offered you his arm. As you took it you hoped the smile was still present on your face, as only the thought of food made you want to throw up. When the two of you arrived you sat down next to Fili and Kili, quickly joining them in their conversation. Laughter soon filled the air, as you started to crack jokes, making Fili clutch his stomach while his brother almost fell off the log you were sitting on. And then Bombur handed you your plate with food.

“Here you go, y/n!” he said cheerfully, a kind smile on his face, “We got lucky today. I’ve found some really good spices to make it taste extra good, I hope you enjoy it!” and his gaze almost seemed hopeful as he handed you your dinner. You assured him his cooking skills were most excellent, while trying to force down the nauseous feeling in your stomach. Even though it wasn’t a lot of food - the companies rations were scarce, and it was a matter of luck whether or not hunting would offer any food - but you could already feel the calories adding to your body, and it made you sick. Most of the evening you just played around with your food, listening to the talking around you, and every now and then putting a small bite into your mouth when a member of the company was looking your way, when all of the sudden you heard a strange sound next to you. As you turned your head you saw Bilbo trying to sneakily put some of his food on your plate. He abruptly stopped his movements when he noticed you looking at him, and he went beat-red.

“I- I um…”

“Bilbo? What are you doing?” You asked, wondering why that sweet little hobbit, who already had to deal with less meals than he was used to, was putting his food on your still almost full plate.

“Um.. I just- I didn’t mean…” he stammered, before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I just thought that- you haven’t been eating a lot lately, and- and I’m worried about your health so I… I thought you could do with a little more food.” Bilbo had placed his plate back in his lap with his gaze fixed on his feet, hoping you were not mad at him.

“That’s very sweet of you, Bilbo” you swallowed, willing down the upcoming tears, “but you needn't worry about me, I’m just not that hungry.” You quickly stood up, flashing him a grin before continuing,

“I am rather tired however, so I’ll be heading off to bed now. Good night!” and before Bilbo could say another word you had turned around and made your way for your bedroll, even though you knew sleep wouldn’t come to you that night. You weren’t angry at Bilbo. You knew he only meant to do good, but you couldn’t stand eating the food, couldn’t even bear the thought of having to eat more of the food. As your head hit the pillow, dark thoughts started to consume your mind. How long would you have to go on like this?

As the night got darker more and more members of the company made their way to their bedrolls, until eventually only Dwalin and Fili - who were on nightwatch together - and Bofur remained. The latter sat on a big rock overlooking the valley below, smoking his pipe as he was lost in thought. He worried about you. A lot. He noticed you acted rather strange as of late, even though you seemed to try and hide it. At first Bofur figured it was simply the homesickness for your own world that made you seem detached from reality, and that, being as young as you were, it were the travel circumstances that made you seem so tense and exhausted at moments. But then his brother informed him that you started to eat less and less, and he heard from Fili and Kili that most nights you would barely sleep at all. And then there was your strange humming. Now, there was nothing wrong with humming of course, Bofur himself was always singing one kind of folk song or another, so it wasn’t the humming itself that was strange. No, it was what would happen after that. You would get up in the middle of the night and start to wander around, seemingly in trance until Ori had shaken you out of it, or when not even a few days ago, you had come back from bathing in the river, and had cut off all of your hair up until your ears. Bofur had worriedly asked you what happened, but you simply said you had wanted a change of style, and so he had reluctantly dropped the subject.

“You’re thinking about y/n too?” Fili’s voice startled Bofur out of his thoughts, and made him turn his head to look at the blond haired prince.

“Aye, I am.” he sighed.

“She’s been getting worse lately,” Fili continued, “I’m not sure what exactly is going on but, I- I fear she might be hurting herself, and she’s not reaching out for help, so I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her,” Dwalin spoke, who had joined them on Bofur’s other side, “been tryin’ to make sure the lass was eating and stayed in her bedroll, but I can’t stay awake all night.” and the warrior let out an audible sigh. Bofur fondly shaked his head at the warrior.

“Softy.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all.” and the three dwarves let out a chuckle, but it was short-lived when they simultaneously realized; humming. They whipped their heads around to look at your bedroll, only to find you gone, and so was Fili’s knife. Then Dwalin saw a glimpse of your form disappearing into the forest, and he ran after you, Bofur and Kili hot on his heels.

You only faintly realized you were humming as you wandered into the forest, some distant kind of melody from the subconscious of your mind. You didn’t feel the sting of sharp rocks under your bare feet, or the cold wind chilling you to the bone. You just felt tired. Tired and numb. When you stopped walking you had arrived at a small clearing. As you let yourself sink to your knees you started to toy with Fili’s knife, looking at the runes and marking embedded in the blade. It wasn’t your intention to take it without asking, but it was the closest sharp object you could find. You didn’t like the sting of the blade on your skin, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but you felt like such a burden to the company of Thorin Oakenshield. You deserved to be punished, didn’t you? You deserved to-

“STOP!”

A startled cry made you look up, and before you knew it someone removed the knife out of your reach and warmth enveloped your body as Fili wrapped his fur coat around you.

“What in Mahal’s name do you think yer doing lass?! Ya could’ve seriously injured yourself!” You recognized Dwalin’s voice. He sounded… almost concerned?

“Y/n… please, don’t do these things to yourself, we care too much for you to hurt yourself.” and it was as you met Bofur’s glassy eyes that tears started to form in yours. A broken sob left your throat as you tried to bury yourself further in Fili’s coat.

“I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’m so sorry!” and you wept as three pairs of arms surrounded you in a hug, letting out all the hurt and anguish you had bottled up inside you.

“It’s alright lassie,” Bofur choked, “you’re gonna be alright.”

Dwalin carried you back to camp as Bofur collected some extra tunics and some warm socks for you to put on. While they helped you get dressed, Fili went to quietly wake up Oìn, softly explaining what had happened. The old dwarf tended to your cuts; cleaning and bandaging them, making no comment except for the shake of his head. When he was finished, he took both of your hands in his, squeezing softly to make sure he had your full attention as he said,

“If you ever need me to patch you up after these kinds of things, don’t be afraid to ask. I will not judge or make any comments, as long as I get to make sure you get looked after.” then he patted your hands one more time, before making his way back to his bedroll.

After that Fili and Dwalin went back to their nightwatch, but not before Fili insisted you kept wearing his fur coat. “You need it more than I do”, he had said. As you looked their way, you noticed Dwalin glancing at you from time to time, as if to make sure you were still there.

“Lassie?” Bofur said, and you turned to meet his gaze.

“I just want you to know that it’s okay not to be okay sometimes. Life isn’t always gonna be great, sometimes it just sucks, and makes you believe you’re things that you're not, that you’re someone who doesn’t deserve to be here, and when that happens I want you to come to me. I want you to know that you are worth it, so much. And that you are loved, and cared for, and irreplaceable. So please…” and he took his hat off and plopped it onto yours,

“Keep on living, and I promise you, the sun will shine on you again.” and that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew that you deserve people to care for you, you deserve people to tend to your wounds, to tell you it’s gonna be okay, and people to hold you when life feels like drowning you. Fondly gazing at your bandaged wrists, with Fili’s coat around you, Dwalin’s watchful gaze and Bofur’s caring smile, you knew;

You are loved.

#commission #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #bofur x reader #Bofur #dwalin #dwalin x reader #fili #fili x reader #platonic #the company #the company of thorin

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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You'll Outlive Her-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader x Company (Part 2)

(GIF credit to @damon-salvatore)

Part 1

Masterlist

Tags: @andineversawyoucoming

Summary: Although Thorin keeps telling himself that the only love he has for (Y/N) is platonic, Balin can see that he is lying to himself. The company have not so subtly started to baby (Y/N), something which is starting to get on her nerves.

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader, Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic), Gandalf x Reader (platonic), Company x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arguing, violence/fighting with weapons, blood, death, fluff

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The company pressed on with their journey, riding through different terrains and weather, their minds trying to get used to this perilous trek. There was no more talk of age, however, there had been a shift in dynamics within the group. (Y/N) couldn't put her finger on it at first; she noticed the men riding closer to her, more of them were sleeping beside her, with some of them even staying awake for longer to patrol their new campsite. Soon it clicked what was going on, and she wasn't happy about it.

In one way, it was touching that they cared so much for her after only knowing her for a short time. They meant no harm by it, they were looking out for their new friend, it had become a habit for them. However, there were some bad habits that needed to be stopped, and this was one of them. (Y/N) would always volunteer to check out the new areas for their campsite, followed by a round of protests, or the dwarves saying that at least four of them should go with her. She had always been able to climb onto her horse, now she was practically lifted onto it almost every time. It was getting to be far too much.

Surprisingly, Bilbo hadn’t been the worse. His worrying nature wasn’t heightened after he heard of her lifespan. Although it had come as a shock, he was able to recognise that look in her eyes; she was a strong, independent and smart woman, and she wasn’t being seen like that anymore. He obviously wasn’t a skilled Hobbit himself (not in fighting or surviving the great outdoors anyway), he knew how it felt to have these men look at you as weaker. Bilbo could see that it wasn’t out of spite towards (Y/N). Though that didn’t make it any less upsetting to her.

“For the last time, I am able to chop wood for the fire!” (Y/N) exclaimed to Fili as he took the axe away from her.

“We’ve had a long day, I will do it.” He answered smiling back at her.

“Yes, we have had a long day. So you’re probably just as exhausted as I am.”

Bilbo had been listening, quickly stepping in before (Y/N) chopped off something else with the axe.“Um, (Y/N)!”

He almost jumped back when he saw the enraged expression on her face.

“I...Sorry, I just need help with the, the...the uh...horses. Please.”

(Y/N) glanced back at Fili, huffing loudly as she stormed away. Bilbo followed after her, keeping his distance in case she had anymore weapons hidden away. Although there wasn’t a massive difference in height, Bilbo still had a hard time keeping up with her long strides. She abruptly stopped, spinning around to face the hobbit, who had to refrain from yelping. They stared at each other for a few seconds, the uneasiness building.

“Bilbo, what did you need help with?” (Y/N) suddenly snapped.

“Oh!” Bilbo remembered.“They....they need to be tied up properly.”

(Y/N) tugged on the reins, making sure they secure before turning back to Bilbo.“They’re fine. Has someone said something to you to make you doubt yourself?”

“No. I just thought I would stop an argument before it began...between you and Fili.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest as she sighed.“I appreciate that Bilbo but I can stand up for myself.”

“I know you can.”

“No, you don’t understand....wait, did you just agree with me?”

“Yes. I’ve noticed how much the others have been upsetting you. Though I promise that they aren’t doing it to make you feel inferior in any way.”

“I know. But they’ve only started treating me like this since finding out that I don’t live as long as they do. Which doesn’t make any sense, because they aren’t immortal.”

“Perhaps if you sit them all down, they will listen to you. You can try to get them to understand.”

(Y/N) thought about it.“That might work.”

“Yes, yes, let’s all gather around the fire, and we’ll talk about it as a group.”

(Y/N) followed Bilbo as he led them to the rest of the company, all of them watching as the pair approached. She was beginning to feel conscious about herself, trying to come up with the words that truly expressed how she was feeling. She had done this for the past few nights, when tossing and turning as she thought of what she could say to make them all understand. Now that the time was here, (Y/N) seemed to be speechless.

“What’s wrong?” Balin asked, starting the conversation.

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong per say, I mean there is something but-” Bilbo tried to ease (Y/N) in, though it was clear that he wasn’t helping.

(Y/N) interrupted.“I want to talk to you all about how you have been treating me.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to thank us.” Ori smiled, not meaning to come off as rude.

“Thank you? You think I’m about to thank you?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shocking them all.

“The boy meant no harm by it.” Dori tried to defend Ori.

“But that’s the thing, you are harming me! You all hurt me every time you treat me like some delicate princess, who-who-who is made of glass, and I’m going to shatter at any given moment if not looked after. It’s infuriating!” She was shouting, a raging fire burning in her eyes.

Gloin stood up quickly.“There’s no need to raise your voice at us, we’re only trying to protect you.”

“See? You’re not even listening now. You’ve all seen me practicing with a sword, you know I can handle a weapon and anyone who dares attack me. Yet all you do is baby me. I don’t need someone to help me onto my horse, I don’t need someone to build a fire for me, I don’t need someone to chop up wood for the fire!”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very grateful!” Oin piped up, grasping into the conversation.

(Y/N) groaned.“None of you are getting it! I appreciate the idea of you all looking after me, but not like this.”

She was met with blank stares which only made her more angry. For the second time that day, (Y/N) left the argument, disappearing into the woods. When the others called out to her she only yelled back at them.

“Can you just leave me alone for one minute?!”

The company were taken back by the outburst, feeling guilty as they reflected on their actions. Thorin had not been in the immediate circle of people, standing off to the side as he watched the young woman reveal her feelings. The dwarves were deep in thought, giving Thorin a chance to easily slip away. He was running, making sure he was heading in the right direction, seeing flashes of her body through the dense wood. They were in the mountains, and as the edge of the woods was in sight, he saw (Y/N) standing on a ledge, looking out at the sun quickly disappearing behind the mountains in the distance.

Her shoulders slumped down.“Thorin, I’m really not in the mood to talk anymore.”

He noticed the shakiness in her voice, deciding to slowly walk towards her.“I know. But even the most skilled fighter needs someone to keep an eye out for them.”

She saw him stand beside her in her peripheral vision.“They aren’t listening to me.”

“They have a deep love for you. It has developed very quickly, hence why they are acting like such fools.”

“Fools?”

Thorin took a deep breath, looking over the landscape before him.“That is what I said.”

“So you agree with me?”

“Yes.” he simply said.

(Y/N) hadn’t had many conversations with Thorin. He wasn’t a man of many words. But sometimes she wanted to. The others spoke to her (even though they were in the bad books), it would be nice to make a real connection with him. Thorin was a legend, he was courageous, knew how to be a leader. She admired him. It was at this point (Y/N) had realised that she had turned to look at him, and was staring for a tad too long at this point. Embarrassingly, the blood was rushing to her cheeks, and she hoped that the last light of the day didn’t show it.

Thorin had felt her eyes on him, and how desperate he had been to look into them. He knew he would be captivated, he would have been reluctant to look away. But judging by her body language, she had become nervous. The corners of his lips twitched up into a barely visible smile; however, there was a thought buried deep in his mind, telling him to not fall for this woman.

“I could have handled it better, don’t you think?” (Y/N) questioned, brave enough to face him.

Thorin still looked into the distance.“You were going to burst if you didn’t say something soon.”

“Wait, so you could see that I was upset?”

“Well, yes, I’m not like the others. I could see how it effected you.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

He was stumped, wondering how the dreamy atmosphere had disappeared. Now he looked at her, the furious expression back again.“It wasn’t my place to say-”

“If a member of your company has a problem, shouldn’t you try to fix it?”

“As I said, I wouldn’t interfere-”

“But it could have caused a bigger problem-”

“Let me finish speaking!” Thorin’s voice boomed, causing birds in a nearby tree to fly away.

(Y/N) realised how worked up she was getting again, actually thankful that he had put her in his place. She mumbled,“Sorry, I know you’re just trying to help me.”

“No, I am sorry, I did not need to raise my voice like that.”

The conversation paused. Thorin was waiting to ensure that it was alright for him to continue.

“This quest is no easy task. We all knew what we were signing up for after reading through those contracts. I only wanted people that would be dedicated, I needed the passion and need from my company to know that they weren’t only here for the potential riches. I know many of these men, so I trust who they think should come along. Gandalf recruited you and the Hobbit, and although I was hesitant, I knew he had chosen you both for a reason. You proved your worth way before Bilbo.”

(Y/N) smiled, memories of poor Bilbo trying to keep up with the rest of the company who were used to this lifestyle.

Thorin continued.“They don’t mean anything by it, their actions I mean, you understand that. But this quest is weighing down on us, and we need to stick together in order to survive it.”

“I am able to protect them too though.”

“I’m sure that if you turned back now, you would receive many apologies.”

She shook her head.“No, I don’t want to go back yet. It’s nice out here.”

“Then if you don’t mind, may I stay with you?”

(Y/N) and Thorin had each thought the other would want silence after that. They were wrong. Somehow, they lulled into another conversation, (Y/N) wondering what life was like when Thorin was living as a prince, and how he stayed motivated to look after his people. He too had questions, not about her past, but her future. (Y/N) was never one for thinking that far ahead, it was her way of life, she was used to moving around. After Thorin asked, she was trying to come up with an answer. She was never opposed to the idea of having one place to stay, sometimes that’s what she dreamt about, perhaps this quest would lead her to the right place. Thorin was pleased with that answer, immediately having images of her beside him, wondering how she would feel about wearing a gown.

The next morning, all tension had disappeared. Thorin had unfortunately ended their time together, knowing that the company would be waiting for her return. He was right about them apologising, and (Y/N) did the same, knowing she hadn’t gone around it the right way. They continued on their journey, with their spirits high and wide smiles on everyone’s faces.

With everyone chatting away, the day quickly passed by, now becoming late afternoon. It seemed that it was going to be another easy day, one of the few left before they started to cross over into dangerous territory. They wouldn’t admit it, but their guards were down, they weren’t as alert, otherwise they would have noticed the people watching them as they stopped by a large stream to collect more water and rest.

“Sh! Someone’s close.” Thorin hushed everyone, hand on the hilt of his sword, everyone copying with their own weapons.

“Thorin Oakenshield, I presume?” another voice called out as five humans emerged from the depths of the wood.

Now everyone was prepared for a fight, weapons drawn at the ready.

“Oh good, we are in the right place boys.”

Thorin stepped forward, but stopped as (Y/N)’s hand shot out. She shook her head at him, cautiously walking forward herself.

“What do you want from us?” she confidently said.

“They’ve got a girl dwarf with them!” another idiot said.

The main man laughed with them.“No, she’s not a dwarf. I’ve seen their women, and believe me, they are ugly looking things. It’s actually hard to tell them apart from the men.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at their obnoxious cackling.“There’s more of us than you. Leave now, there doesn’t need to be a fight.”

“What’s a human doing joining a travelling around with a band of grumpy dwarves, a wizard and...is that a hobbit?”

“That’s none of your business. Leave.”

“There’s a hefty price for the king of dwarves. I would like to gain it.”

“You won’t be gaining anything less than a bruised eye if you keep talking.”

“I’ve had enough of this talk,” he reached behind him, pulling two axes out from behind his back,“I will take him with or without blood.”

“You heard the lass,” Bofur shouted,“you’re outnumbered!”

“Oh, are we?”

Six more men emerged from the shadows, all possessing multiple weapons that were at least twice the size of their own. Panicked heads whipped around to figure out their plan. The company still had four more on the humans, but their weapons and fighting skills could hugely effect how this ended. Fighting stances at the ready, the groups waited for someone to attack first.

Impatient with standing around, (Y/N) lunged forward at the closest human, screaming out as she raised her sword at him. The others followed suit, disturbing the peaceful surroundings. (Y/N) had been underestimated by the humans, the thought she would be easy to hold off; however, she was quick to prove them wrong, able to throw out every attack move possible as they struggled to defend themselves.

Thorin had to keep himself focused, but caught glimpses of (Y/N) fighting. She was somehow majestic, as if she were dancing (though with a sword and the music was the cries of pain from whom she attacked). They were doing just fine, they had the advantage of more numbers and a wizard on their side. However, he got too arrogant as he chopped down another human, slicing the back of their knees before stabbing them through the back; and it seemed he wasn't the only one.

(Y/N) cried out as her arm was sliced, instantly clutching onto it as blood began to trickle down to her hand. Although she had only dropped her guard for a second, she was already being attacked again. It wasn't as if she had never been in this situation, but this man was strong.

"(Y/N)!" Thorin yelled.

He barged through anyone that got in his way. Balin's eyes widened at the sight, it was as if they were in the war again, he hadn't seen that fury behind Thorin's eyes for a long time. And he wasn't rushing to save her because she was a friend, there was a deeper meaning behind his actions.

As the human pushed (Y/N) to the ground, she quickly held up her sword, blocking his attack. He was about to repeat himself and jump onto her so she couldn't escape, but was tackled off of her. She gasped, flinching when Thorin swiftly killed the man without him even putting up a fight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her shocked expression, thinking nothing of it.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he scrambled towards her.

(Y/N) found it hard to form any words."Y-yes, the just cut my arm."

Thorin gently held it, inspecting the wound amongst the chaos around them."It's deep, we'll have to treat it soon."

"Um, Thorin-"

"We need to get you out of harms way."

"Thorin! The others need our help!"

Thorin blinked before realising he had stopped fighting. Looking back at his company before helping (Y/N) to her feet. They charged beside each other, somehow thinking the same thing as they rushed to Nori's aid. The humans that were still alive saw the pair, and were terrified. Those that had an easy getaway took it, sprinting away as the company cheered. Everyone looked around them, realising that the fighting had suddenly stopped.

"Lass, your arm." Bofur pointed at her.

"Don't worry, that's the only cut they got on me." (Y/N) smiled.

"We must keep moving, there's people after Thorin, and there could be more nearby." Gandalf called out, already heading towards his horse.

"Prepare to leave. And someone tend to (Y/N)'s arm." Thorin ordered.

Her arm throbbed as they continued riding. It wasn't the worst injury she had, nor was it life threatening. But the thing really bothering her was her rapid, beating heart.

It hadn't stopped feeling like this since Thorin came to her rescue. It was that same feeling she had when they had spoke the night before. Why had he run to her like that? She wasn't in that much trouble, and he definitely wasn't the closest person to her. And the way he had called out her name, the desperation, the urgency, she had never heard anything like it. It was plaguing her mind, and although she wanted answers as to why he did that, she was too scared to ask. Perhaps she was thinking too much into it, maybe she had hit her head on the ground and had imagined that look on his face; the look she imagined damsels in distress wished to see when their prince came to save them.

It was another night spent resting, meaning another day was gone from the journey. They were becoming the same now; find a safe looking area, set up whilst others patrol, light the fire, cook the food and decide who's turn it is to stay awake whilst the others reted before switching throughout the night. It was decided that (Y/N) would stay up first, and as soon as that was said, Thorin volunteered himself. He made up the excuse that he was the reason they had been attacked, meaning the others should rest up. No one objected.

Balin grabbed Thorin's arm as he followed after (Y/N)."I hope you're not going for any other purpose than to patrol the area."

"We spoke of this." Thorin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, we did. Remember what we said."

Thorin went after (Y/N), wishing that Balin hadn't reminded him of his fear. It was true, she wouldn't live forever, and there was nothing that could be done to change it, not that he knew of anyway. Perhaps Gandalf knew something that could make her live as long as him, he would ask, change the story so it wasn't obvious who it was about.

The pair were mostly silent as they patrolled the area, making a full circle of the camp before the sat on a fallen tree trunk.

"(Y/N)-"

"Thorin-"

They spoke at the same time, quietly laughing at each other.

"Please, you first my lady." Thorin insisted.

"My lady? You've never called me that before."

"Have I not? My apologies."

"There is not need to apologise. I am not a lady, not in the sense that you speak of anyway."

"It is a force of habit."

"You have been around many ladies then, I presume?"

He chuckled."No, I've been on the battlefield more than I have spoken to a woman."

"You're speaking to me."

"That I am."

"Thorin, I wanted to ask you why you rescued me like that today."

"Like what?"

"I don't know how to explain it. There was something about how you ran towards me. It was as if I was going to be struck dead there and then, or as if I were a close family member that you loved. Although I am truly thankful, I just...you frightened the man attacking me with just a look in your eyes. "

He couldn't bear to look at her, worried that he would be distracted by her dazzling eyes."I have never felt panic like that since...since I saw my grandfather be killed. This is to do with what I wanted to speak to you about."

(Y/N)'s heart was racing again.

"I have been warned not to fall for you. It is clear that my heart will be broken if I were to ever love you. But it's too late."

"Thorin, what are you saying?"

He glanced up at her, relieved to see her smiling slightly.

"I am saying that...I have never been interested in finding that person everyone longs to find. My life has been full of misery. All I have known is battle, death, and having to look after my people. On this quest, I was supposed to find my home, return my people to their rightful place. I did not intend to find a woman along the way."

"But I'm a human. Why would you fall for me?"

"It has nothing to do with what either of us are. You are like no other woman I have met before."

They were brave enough to face each other, not realising that their faces were getting closer together until their noses brushed. There was no more panic, no more hesitation as they gently kissed each other. It was a sweet, calm kiss. They pulled away, but stayed close, eyes locking before leaning in again. (Y/N) hadn't expected this to be so easy, she was kissing Thorin! His mind was screaming too, ignoring everything Balin had said.

"Thorin, are you sure about this?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Yes." he smiled, and it was the most handsome (Y/N) had ever seen him.

"But, this journey, what if-"

"We'll figure it out."

She couldn't say anything else, he was too happy, and he was happy because of her. Although this was a pleasant surprise, she knew the complications ahead. The biggest one being that she was a human and he was a drawf, he was royalty, she wasn't. The judgement they would face scared her. But as he kissed her again, she seemed to find it hard to point these problems out. It could wait for another time, they had plenty more days on the quest.

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curiosityunsated · 4 years ago

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In Pursuit of the Scholarly

Triggers: Racism against elves. If there’s anything else you feel should be mentioned, please let me know. No violence included.

Not beta read, cross posted on AO3. Also, I have no idea of the Sindarin here is accurate- I used a translator I found on Google. Don’t @ me.

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Prince Kíli, second in line for the throne of Erebor, was incandescently angry.

The Council sat and watched, though most did not really listen, as the Prince railed at them and yelled counter arguments and indignity. Most of the council, save for a very select few outside of the presence of the royal family, were not swayed by the show of temper. Some, in fact, looked rather smug (though those were typically not well liked in the Lonely Mountain).

The King, the King’s Consort, the Princess Royal, Prince Fíli, and Her Ladyship Tauriel sat in tense silence as their kinsman slowly ran out of steam. Tirade ended, he stared at the Council and waited.

Kern, who had held his seat on the Council even prior to the Desolation, was barely able to swallow his smirk before he responded.

“Be that as it may, Your Highness, Khuzdul is our sacred language, and it must be... protected. It is... understandable,” it looked as though the word hurt to say, “that you would wish to share it with your wife. But I’m afraid that we cannot agree with your insistence to allow Princess Thiliriel to take Khuzdul lessons.”

The young father bristled, and for a brief moment the Council braced for another round of ire. But it wasn’t the Prince Kíli who spoke, but Prince Fíli.

“Surely you see how difficult it would be to keep Thiliriel from learning Khuzdul completely, my Lords, as she lives in a Dwarven city. Some would say restricting her education in this way was born of ill will directed at the race of her forebears.” He pointed out, politely. Kern’s eyes narrowed.

“We can’t control the opinions of the uninformed, your highness,” he allowed, “and it is understood that there has been, and will be, some unfortunate transference. But perhaps this may be managed if the Royal Family would consider limiting their use of Khuzdul while in the company of the young Princess?” His polite tone matched Fíli’s syllable for syllable.

The Royal Family, save Lady Tauriel, stiffened as one. Prince Fíli’s eyes glinted at the response.

“We are approaching the Noonday bell. Perhaps this is a matter best settled another time.” Balin tried to intervene, and another dwarf would have accepted it for the diffusion that it was. The majority of the Council was prepared to do so, had Kern not spoken.

“I believe we’ve made our decision clear, Lord Balin, but thank you for the reminder. A pleasant day, my Lords.”

And an infuriated Prince Kíli was storming out of the chamber after Kern’s final words, gently tugging Lady Tauriel with him, even before the King had officially ended the meeting.

——

It started with Prince Fíli. This, perhaps, should not have surprised the Council as it had.

The Prince had been spotted, overheard really, in a training ring with the young Princess. That itself wasn’t unusual; the heir had made it routine to ‘train’ with his niece a few times a week, and nearly all the dwarrow who frequented the upper training halls had seen the two playing rambunctiously under guise of hand to hand combat. If this time usually came just before the Princess’ bedtime, well, no one could say Prince Fíli wasn’t efficient.

As far as the Council could gather, the incident happened just before the Royals had left for the evening. The Prince had been crouched on the ground, beckoning the little one forward and playfully taunting her. She had responded in kind, rushing at her uncle and jumping at him with a battle cry that, according to multiple reports, was very cute. He had taken her momentum and propelled himself backwards, landing flat on his back. And then, he had exclaimed:

“Cin got nin! Im’m dad!”

Apparently no one had clearly heard what the little one had said, but the Prince had smiled and kissed her forehead, replying:

“Cin did eithel, lend emel.”

Of course the Prince knew multiple dialects of elvish- the entire royal family did- but only so that they could interact with Elvish representatives without fear of coercion! It was unheard of for it to be spoken so- so- familiarly within an everyday setting! Especially in a Dwarven stronghold such as Erebor! Even Lady Tauriel chose to speak mostly Westron in the presence of the mountain’s public eye. It had left the Council feeling slightly wrong-footed, but perhaps it had been a one-time occurrence. A bit of practice, perhaps, so the Prince wouldn’t get rusty.

It was not a one-time occurrence. Only days later, King Consort Baggins was overheard in the library casually reading aloud to Princess Thiliriel in Sindarin... though the book itself was Westron! The Head Librarian hadn’t even asked him to lower his voice- though as the Head Librarian was the young Ori, son of Lori, that wasn’t surprising in the least. The former Company of Thorin Oakenshield was very close, even now.

Lord Ori had even pointed out a few words and asked for the translation in his own book, an act which garnered stares of its own.

The next day, Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel gathered stares of their own as they strolled through the market, Princess Thiliriel between them, speaking exclusively in Sindarin! In the middle of the Marketplace! At one point, one scout reported, the Prince had swung his daughter around in his arms, exclaiming something in the lyrical language he hadn’t understood. It must have been humorous, though, because both Mother and Daughter had burst into giggles.

But the final straw, really, had happened in the Council’s very chambers during a meeting. Princess Dís, during a moment between agenda topics, had turned to her brother and quite clearly addressed him in Sindarin. And the King, with no hesitation, replied in Sindarin.

The entire room went silent, and many stared. Only Prince Fíli and Lord Balin continued perusing the paperwork for the next order of business as though nothing was amiss.

“Is everything alright, My Lords?” The King asked dryly, noticing the attention.

“It is just... well, you see...” Lord Tírn stumbled as the King turned his attention to him, and Kern interrupted.

“It isn’t like you to speak Elvish when there aren’t any Elves around, Your Majesty.” He interjected, and Thorin raised an eyebrow coldly.

“And you would know me well enough to make such an observation?” The Council watched as Kern blanched and then flushed.

“We’ve been hearing quite a lot of Elvish around the Mountain these days, Your Majesty.” He didn’t answer The King’s pointed question.

“Sindarin, Lord Kern. Not ‘Elvish’. There are multiple dialects. And since my granddaughter has been forbidden from learning her Father’s sacred tongue, we have decided to use her Mother’s instead.” Princess Dís replied, and if Thorin was cold then his sister’s tone was frozen solid. The Council felt a rush of fear run down their spines.

“Yes. In fact, I’ve been considering asking Prince Legolas to visit soon- Lady Tauriel is both a working ‘dam and a mother, and I don’t want to take more of her time but there are a few grammar questions I have that Lord Bilbo can’t seem to explain.” The Prince’s tone could be described as bland, even self-musing, but the flash of steel in his eye as he glanced at Kern.

“I- I suppose it would be good for our relations with Mirkwood for the Prince to visit-“ the Councillor tried, and was interrupted.

“Perhaps we should revisit the idea of an Elvish Ambassadorship, as a permanent position in the Court.” The King stated, and Kern turned an ugly puce color.

“Elves living in Erebor!?” He erupted, evidently at the end of his rope.

“My Brother’s Wife is an Elf. I would be very careful how you finish that thought, Lord Kern.” Prince Fíli said lowly, and unsheathed a knife to spin, point down, on the table with pointed intent.

“My granddaughter is part Elf. I will not hear any protest about her kin coming to stay, Councillor. Especially if you hope to keep your seat.” Princess Dís did not need to produce a weapon to aid her threat.

“I meant no disrespect, your Highnesses. I humbly apologize.”

“It seems to me, Lord Kern,” the King began, “that you have invited disrespect with your words and your conduct. Barring my grand niece from learning her Maker’s tongue- don’t look at me like that, I know who’s voice persuaded the rest of Council against it- and now making remarks of such disgust against the lineage of an heir of the line of Durin?” King Thorin trailed off, hard stare never wavering.

Kern, who had already been thrown off kilter by the Royal Family’s seemingly overnight adoption of Sindarin, floundered under such a direct accusal.

“I- Your Majesty, never-“

“In fact,” the King continued, and the Council watched the two with bated breath, “I have been in talks with some of our oldest, most practiced curates and they all agree. The right to learn Khuzdul is a matter of religion, not of politics.”

Kern turned that fetching shade of puce again.

“So while it remains a matter of courtesy for Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel to inform the assembled Council of their plans for Princess Thiliriel’s education, they are in no way obliged to do more than consider the Council’s opinions on this particular aspect.” The King finished, and it was Princess Dís’ turn to smirk as she, and the rest of the Council, watched the pompous windbag known as Kern to puff up, process, deflate, and stiffly nod.

“Thank you, your Majesty, for reminding the Council of the boundaries of our reach. I am... sure this will not be forgotten.” The words came as easily as blood from a rock, and Kern ground his teeth as though trying to break ore from stone as he spoke.

“Oh, and Lord Kern?” King Thorin said, already looking at the papers for the next topic, and not sparing a glance for the Council.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“I’d like for you to tell his Highness and Lady Tauriel the good news. Directly after the Council Meeting concludes. We wouldn’t want to delay the Princess’ education any longer.”

Fíli’s smile could only be described as wolfishly sharp, and he clearly inherited it from his mother.

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Elvish translations:

Cin got nin! Im’m dad! : you got me! I’m down!

Cin did eithel, lend emel. : You did well, sweet heart.

#the hobbit #fili #kili #bilbo baggins #fanfic #thorin oakenshield #Dís #original child character #Kiliel #injustice #elvish racism

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avaria-revallier · 4 years ago

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A dragons wish - Chapter 5

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Dwalin watched as his best friend awkwardly let go of their host. What was he witnessing here? First Thorin had held her longer than necessary as she was clearly able to look after herself and now the king looked lost.

Ruby turned around, looking up into Thorin's eyes. It was as if she was not completely sure how to react in this kind of situation. It was obvious that their host knew her way around the mountain and also knew how to survive, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to live so long here all alone.

An awkward silence filled the air while Ruby stared up at Thorin, and Thorin, to Dwalins surprise, avoided her eyes, scratching his neck.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you though,” she grinned and hugged the startled king, rubbing her cheek over the fur of his coat.

For a moment all dwarrows froze in their movement. Dori was the first to react by snatching Ruby by her shoulders and dragging her away from Thorin and further down the hall. Dwalin shook his head to come back to his senses. Was Thorin’s hand following the small red-head just now? And did the ever frowning, grim expression of the king just turn into a fond absentminded smile?!

One after another they broke free from their frozen state, following Dori inside like little ducklings would their mother. The eldest of the Ri brothers gently guided their host by the shoulders back inside, sending deadly glares at the king and his brother. After a final look out into the dark night Dwalin turned around to follow the others. A warm presence on his left made him turn his head.

The young scribe had found his way right next to him in the very back. Without the never ending fussing of his oldest brother and the silent threatening glares of his second brother, Ori had grasped the chance and separated himself from them.

Warm fingers brushed lightly over the back of Dwalin's hand. He nearly flinched away, but his brain reminded him just in time, that he probably would never have a similar chance ever again. If Dori knew, they wouldn’t even have this chance at all. His fingers fidgeted, while his other hand fiddled with the edge of his shirt. Dwalin would have liked nothing better than to grab the young dwarrows hand, but he decided not to. There was already enough going on as is, he could wait.

Abrupt the warriors head flings to the side. Ori had grabbed his hand all on his own and gave it a light squeeze, as if to test out Dwalin’s reaction. His head spun back to stare blankly forward as he lightly squeezed back, but even the dimly lit hallway couldn’t hide the crimson blush down to Dwalin’s neck.

A loud gasp from Gloin made Dwalin and Ori instinctively jump away from each other, awkwardly coughing. The remark wasn’t for them, but rather what lay before them. The great forges of Erebor lit the hall and warmed the air, drawing strange shadows onto the walls. No, not shadows. There were actual paintings on the walls of tall buildings, strange looking skylines and unfamiliar sights.

Like most of the company Dwalin stared at the new sights those paintings were showing him. Ori on the other hand had made his way to the front where Dori and Ruby stood. At the base of the largest fire pit was something which looked like a castle of cushions, blankets and books, towers of books wherever one looked.

Ruby stopped in front of one of the book-towers and confidently grabbed one of the large leather bound books. It looked a bit worn out and the lather was bruised on the edges. Multiple bookmarks stook out of the tattered pages, marking the beginning of each new year. Their host wiped off some of the dust that had gathered on the golden ornaments on the back of the book.

“Here,” she handed it over to a surprised Balin, “these are all items in the treasury as well as the expenses I made over the years. Most of which was trade, but some of the gold I had to use as well. It should be alright though, cause some of the gold in the treasury was taken from Dale when the dragon came, so it is only right to give it back, don’t you think so?” she smiled up at him.

“Miss Ruby?” her attention as well as Dwalins shifted from the astonished king’s aide to the scribe of their group, “what exactly is all this? I have never seen anything similar in the slightest!”

Ori’s eyes beamed at her filled with curiosity for the unknown things he had just discovered. He had removed his shoes and was sitting on one of the cushions spread over the blankets on the floor. In his lap he held a book that had prior lay open on the small desk in the far back.

“That is my diary, master Ori,” she grinned down at him, before sitting in the place next to him.

The young dwarf blushed furiously, muttering something indistinguishable before closing the book and desperately searching for something else to talk about. His gaze stopped at Gloin, who was still admiring the large paintings of buildings on the walls.

“What are those then?” he asked, pointing at the painting on the wall nearest to them.

“That was my home.”

A heavy silence filled the halls, only interrupted by the crackling of the fires. Dwalin could see the longing and the sadness in her eyes.So she as well had lost her home and made a new home here in the mountain.

“I will tell you about it someday,” Ruby looked up, a sad smile on her lips.

Dwalin nearly moved towards her, to hug her and tell her she would be fine, that she no longer was alone any more, but something bumped against his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.

Looking to the side he could witness something rather unusual. Thorin Oakenshield, his friend and king showed open concern and worry. Thinking back Thorin had acted quite strangely ever since they had reached the mountain, somewhat out of character. He had been more open and not as on edge as he had been throughout the whole journey. His king was also more considerate towards their host than Dwalin would have ever considered possible.

Ruby was no dwarf, just a child with unknown background, living in their home as it seemed to be. Still, there was some strange aura around her which made it impossible to grasp the whole situation, or rather her whole being. There was definitely more to her than she would let on. He shouldn’t have let his guard down in the first place, only because she looked like a child and they were in the safety of their home.

A loud crashing sound made him shift his attention back onto the situation. Once again the forges were wrapped in a dead silence. On the ground next to Thorin he could spot a pile of books and in between those, small shards of what looked like some kind of teacup.

Even though it was shattered, Dwalin could see that it was rather poorly made, most likely by a child or a very untalented potter. The sharp inhale of air made him look in Ruby’s direction. The attention of the whole company lay on her. Thorin even slightly flinched back, a guilty grimace on his face.

Her eyes lit up like a golden flare, shining from the inside out. A slim line of smoke crept out of her mouth as she began to speak, her voice deep and menacing, “You! You come here, into my mountain. Eating my food, drinking my ale and enjoying the warmth~” she nearly hissed the last part, letting the sound slowly die out.

The sound, her flashing eyes and mannerism as well as the fact that there was literal smoke coming out of her mouth and nostrils made Dwalin shiver. The chill crept right through his flesh and into his bones. His hands automatically flinched to grab his weapons. The realisation hit his mind like fire. He, as well as the other dwarrows had left their weapons in the dining room.

In the meantime Ruby had started to circle around Thorin. Her presence had become dangerous, almost even more terrifying than the dragon that might still be somewhere in the mountain. What in Mahal's name was she?

“Thorin Oakenshield,” her hissing voice cut through the air like a sharp knife, “There is no King under the Mountain, just a fool!” tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in front of him, trembling terribly.

“I gave it to you, I gave it all to you! The Arkenstone, the gold… I thought about not giving it to you at all, to hide it where you may never find it, so I didn’t have to see you going mad like your grandfather did,” her last words were no more than a whisper.

With that she slipped away, leaving the dwarrows standing still as if they had been struck by lightning. Ruby hurried through the hallways. Now they felt cold and empty, almost hostile towards her. She needed to get out. She needed air, silence and some time to stretch her wings.

The dragon rampaged in her chest, desperately trying to get out once more, to get to the surface and burn whatever had hurt her. But that was no option, she would never be able again to sleep soundly if there were any harm coming to her dwarrows. No, she would need to vent her anger elsewhere.

Maybe she would even be able to kill two birds with one stone. To prevent any further harm coming to her drarrows she would just have to get rid of a small obstacle, and said obstacle would be a perfect target for her to vent her anger without further consequences.

Azog would die tonight. As if to agree her dragon roared as she changed forms, her clothes secure in her right claw.

She didn’t notice the hobbit, running out of the mountain shortly after she had shifted into Smaug, watching her as she glided through the air and into the dark. Neither did she see the horror on the small creature's face as he spotted the familiar clothings in the dragon's claw. Even to hear the shocked “What have we done?” whispered by Bilbo, she was already too far away.

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elles-writing · 4 years ago

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Ghost stories - Kili x reader - Day 13/13

Ghost stories

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers: Kili being a jerk, injured reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Word: Ghost stories – Day 13/13

Word count: 1733

A/N: I swear, this was supposed to be only drabble, different pairing (maybe Fili x reader), more into ghost stories topic and together with a request I should maybe write and post already, and with ansty end, but like...isn’t it a problem already? No, it isn’t.

A last day of 13 days of spooky writing event, I really liked this event and can’t believe is the last day! It was really quick.

Tags: @dumbassunderthemountain @moony-artnstuff @artsywaterlily @trxblemaker @red-riding @claraofthepen @sleepy-daydream-in-a-rose @guardianofrivendell

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„Once upon a time, there was a scary, very scary creature,“ Kili started one of his ghost stories. The fire was creating deep shadows in his face, his voice, deeper than usual, was sending a shivers down your spine.

„A squirrel,“ You pointed out and the dwarves chuckled. Kili shot you a glare, but didn’t said anything.

„This creature was a hideous, evil, hateful man. He seemed to be hating everything and everyone,“ You rolled your eyes and noticed Bilbo looking uncomfortable.

„Until he have seen a fluffy rabbit and named it Sir Raisin Maker II., because the villagers were idiots and he wanted to prank them.“ The dwarves royared with laughter, Kili’s glare making it all even funnier. You gave him a smirk and looked away.

You and Kili never got along really well. In fact, you hated each other. The Company has already tried to make you two go along, but no, it never worked. You would always do some remarks, just to annoy him for fun. Today, it was not different – especially because Bilbo was afraid, and you knew Kili was doing this on purpose, to scare the poor hobbit.

And you won’t let him.

Before he could say anything else, Bombur said that the dinner was ready. You were on cooking duty with him today, and didn’t wanted to let Kili get away with this, of course. You took a bowl for him and Fili, and adding to his a bit more pepper. Noone noticed, and you quickly mixed it, so he wouldn’t be souspicious.

You handed the bowls to Fili and Kili. Once they started to eat, you’ve overheard Kili’s sneezing (maybe you left some dust of the pepper on the handle of the spoon), and quietly giggled. You took your own bowl and sat down between Bofur and Bilbo. You quietly asked Bilbo,

„Are you okay?“ He quickly nodded and whispered back,

„Thank you.“ You only nodded. Then you whispered again,

„Anytime.“

Meantime, Fili frowned, when his brother was slowly eating his dinner, and frowning at you, sending you angry glares.

„What’s goin‘ on, Kee? You usually eat quicker,“ Kili turned his face to his brother.

„She gave something into it, it’s too spicy, it’s burning my tongue,“ He quietly complained. Fili was holding back laughter. You surely knew how to get back for things his brother did, plus something extra.

„If anything, you will finally shut up,“ Fili murmed. Kili’s eyes widened.

„What did you said, Fili?! Wha-“

„SHUT UP, YOU CHICKEN!“ You yelled at him, wanting to listen to some stories that Bofur was telling you, Bilbo, Ori and Nori. Kili’s eyes widened. You would always bring up some nickname, that had to do something with his scruff, because you knew he hated it (or the fact the acted as a child sometimes, but he didn’t wanted to admit that). Thorin had enough of your bickering.

„Go and fetch some firewood, you two and Fili. Don’t wake the whole forest and come back early,“ He said, his voice not allowing any argument. Once you were deeper in the forest, Fili mourmed.

„Very funny, amralime,“ You turned to him.

„What did you said?“ Fili smirked and nudged his brother. Kili hissed.

„Nothing.“ You narrowed your eyes and Fili said,

„It’s a word in Khuzdul we call a person, who’s annyoing.“ You nodded in acknowledgement, being a human and having no idea what Khuzdul sounded and was like. Kili’s eyes widened and Fili rolled his eyes. He could clearly see in his brother’s behaviour what was the problem.

When you were coming back, you went first, because you were quicker. Kili hissed at his brother,

„I don’t know what are you trying to do, but stop it,“ Fili innocently smiled.

„Oh, me? Nothing.“

Back in camp, you sat back near Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Nori and listened some cheerful stories. Fili noticed his brother’s stare, his eyes reflecting the flames and anger, his blood was most likely boiling. Fili chuckled.

„You can go and tell her, how you did you tried to put whole bowl of strawberries to your mouth when you were a dwarfling. I’m sure it will sweep her off her feet,“ Kili’s eyes widened and his face got red. He tried to cover it, but Fili noticed and laughed. Dwalin, sitting next to them, also laughed. Oin was confused, as he couldn’t hear them properly.

„What’s goin‘ on, lads? Who was weeping?“ Kili noticed Dori and jumped up, his cheeks covered in blush, trying to stop him.

„No, Dori-“

„He said the lad should go and sweep lady Y/N off her feet,“ The whole camp went quiet, but most of the dwarves laughed a second after. Kili glared at them.

„Why would I did it?! She’s the most annoying person here!“ He glared at you, being in shock, but you quickly rolled your eyes.

„Oh, calm down, amralime.“ The whole camp went silent, confused laugh escaping them. Bofur rose his brows.

„When you were planning on telling us?“ He looked at you and then at Kili. You frowned.

„What?“ Bofur sighed.

„That you two are in love with each other, obviously. But that doesn’t matter, we already know now. Just don’t -“ You stood up and walked towards Fili, purpose in every step. Your eyes were angry and Fili gulped.

„You,“ You growled and firmly held his collar, so he had to look in your angry eyes. You could see true fear in his eyes.

„What does amralime really means?“ Fili nervously chuckled.

„Uhm, it means...well...“

„I’m listening, Fili. You better talk quickly.“ You growled out slowly, the whole Company staring at you. They’ve never seen you so angry, dangerous, and there was something wild in your eyes.

„It means something like ‚my love‘ in Khuzdul,“ He said, almost whispering. You let go of his collar and he fell on his butt. Your hands were shaking, and you looked at Kili. He noticed a surprise, fear and softness he never seen on you before. In a second, you looked away.

„I need a walk,“ You mumbled and runned into forest. The whole Company was now staring at the brothers.

„Give the lass some time,“ Balin said.

„She might be in a shock.“

They were waiting for you, and when you didn’t came in an hour, two, two and a half hours, they got up and decided to find you.

A loud scream from the forest caught their attention.

Kili’s face paled and he quickly runned into the forest. He was trying to figure out where did it went from, and thought about you. Whenever he annoyed you, whenever he was making you angry, he wanted your attention. You always seemed to be around the hobbit, talking to him and protecting him. He had no idea why, but he was jealous, so jealous, and he wanted your attention only for himself, he wanted you to be his. But he was an annoying prick to you, a dork you always just rolled your eyes on and gave him some witty comeback.

If he wouldn’t do it, Fili wouldn’t be in his ‚protective, annoying and big brother‘ mood, wouldn’t try to pair you, you would stay in camp and he wouldn’t be worried sick if you were even alive.

He noticed a voices near, and whimpers. The voices were quickly away, the wimpers were growing more quiet. He heard sobbing, and it was breaking his heart.

„Y/N?“ He whispered. Your name rolled off of his tongue so easily.

„Kee?“ You whispered, careful. He quickly walked towards you, moonlight illuminating your wet, dirty and scratched face. It was all his fault.

He kneeled down to you.

„Are you injured anywhere?“ You pointed to your stomach and he carefully rolled up your tunic, you both blushing.

A cut was there, with a blood around. He hissed.

„I will take you back, just stay awake. Please,“ He whispered. You nodded and he took you in bridal style back to the camp, where Bilbo, Ori, Oin and Balin stayed, just in case someone would find you and you would need help, which was handy now.

„What happened?“ He asked you in whisper. You fluttered your eyelids to cover tears.

„Two orcs,“ You whispered.

„I would kill them, if I took a weapon with me, but I didn’t had any.“ You scrunched your face in bitter expression.

„They...they were talking about murdering me, but...I don’t know, maybe they heard you, but they went away...“ Kili’s body filled with anger.

„I will find them and kill them, for hurting you.“ He said deadly serious.

„What happened back in camp,“ You whispered carefully.

„Do you-do you-“ He sighed.

„I’m sorry, but I...I was jealous, because you and Bilbo were always together and I didn’t knew how to talk to you, so I just tried to catch your attention by annoying you, and it worked.“ You giggled.

„You’re an idiot, Master dwarf,“ He snorted and rolled his eyes.

„Oh, amralime,“ You raised a brow and he blushed.

„I’m sorry, I’m not gonna call you like this, I promise-“ You snorted.

„And I just wanted to tell you I love you,“ You murmed. His eyes widened.

„Wait, you-you love me?“ You laughed.

„How couldn’t I love you, you dork?“ He huffed.

„You’re wounded, amralime!“

„Luckily, it’s just a scratch and there’s a lot of blood and dirt around.“ You both smirked at each other and when you entered the camp, Kili carefully placed you on your bedroll and Oin came to take care of your wounds. Kili pecked your lips softly and let Oin to do what needed.

When the other members of the Company came back, they noticed you, leaning on Kili’s chest, him playing with your hair and you enjoying the warmth. Fili rose his brow.

„Wait, what happened?“ You and Kili looked at him.

„They bumped their heads into a tree, I cannot explain it differently,“ Nori mourmed and you all chuckled.

„Well, not really.“ You smirked and kissed Kili shortly. Some of others did a gagging sound.

„I’ve liked ‘em more when they hated each other,“ Gloin murmed and others chuckled. Fili sat down to you.

„But wait with children ‘till we reclaim Erebor-WAIT NO DON’T THROW IT!“ Fili quickly covered his head when you threw a shoe at him.

It seemed like you will never be bored with the Durin’s family.

#13daysofspookywritingevent #kili x reader #kili-durin-imagine #kili imagine #kili #the hobbit #the company x reader #bilbo x reader

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autodiscothings · 4 years ago

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Tu'sea: [tə si] Middle Aleise (Rakhana) in origin. A compound word taken from tu ("memory, breath, wave") and sea (“sand, small, layer.”) It is an abstract noun used in most modern drell languages to describe day-to-day living, of the memories formed on top of the other.

Two short stories exploring Kolyat and Ori’s first memories, after the cut. Alternatively, you can also read it on AO3.

Kolyat: The Death of Berald the Snuldak

I am barely two years old and the centre of my world -other than my parents- is a coloured lump of plastic that can talk and flash lights. My father removed the voice chip after a week of noise, a merciful death.

It was still a favourite, despite the change. I understood why it happened, of course; an adult’s hindsight looking back. As a child, I did not quite connect the dots of my toy’s sudden silence. My mother told me that Berad the Snuldak needed an operation, that was all: look, Kolyat- the pretty lights still work.

Noise or not, it was still a favourite. The memory goes like this: the toy is on the floor next to where my mother sleeps. I can see it light up from the cot in our room, a gentle wave of colour. I pull myself up by the bars, angry I’m in bed. The room is dark apart from the toy, and I see just enough to escape. It takes me three attempts to climb over the edge- I do so, and fall over. I’ve always wondered why this never hurt me, looking back- I can recall no pain. My aunt said children are mostly made of ashea jelly at this stage of their life, and that I was no exception.

-Gods help me,” Mami said, muffled by the pillow. I can see her frill bands glinting silver, even in the poor light. I clutch the toy to my chest, pleased with my bounty, and creep to the edge of her bed. “He can escape now, happy days.” Her hand falls over the mattress, and I hold onto it-

Mami still scooped me up to hold me despite the interruption to her sleep, until I demanded a much too early breakfast. No Father in the memory, but he was working. Construction for a block of apartments at that point, the only assassination he did was on noisy toys. My first real experience of his wetwork, I suppose. The death of Berad, snuffed with a calibration tool.

It is a good memory, despite the intervention. I am fond of the recollection each time it comes, even though my mother was tired. Another moment of an adult’s perception creeping in like an unwanted house guest, a dark shadow over my childhood. At the time, Mother’s research project was de-funded by the university; I knew this from my father’s memories, but it explained something a younger me struggled with. Why Mami hid her sadness with a deception I could never place, though a dim awareness still glanced at my smaller fins, like a dip of lights from a passing skycar.

Ori thinks my recollection is nostalgia, a human-like sonder. I don’t think it’s an accurate translation of the word: tu’sea, it’s called in my language. Quiet moments of living held like grains of sand in your hand, building over time.

They still shine like gold at their passing.

Ori: A Shining Light Of A Distant Star

Time is non linear for memories, at least for me.

What you forget you can remember again, sparked by something. Chunks of my childhood never arrange themselves in an orderly way like a story, no matter how much I force them to. It’s still a filter of blur to sort through, like vids distorted by playback.

I remember the sink Omma washed me in, and the smell of the soap she used. A second later and it’s replaced by a memory of swimming, of flickering sunlight filtered by water. I think that’s my first, but I’m not sure. How could I be?

I remember my first instrument, a child’s violin placed in my hands by my father. He warned me to be careful -but not too careful- it was there to be used. I could barely write my name, but music was important, at least to us. Papa wanted me to learn as soon as I could talk, stubby fingers fumbling with strings. I don’t know why I chose the violin so young, but I did.

I don't remember Miranda. And I don't remember Henry Lawson, before you ask. Not the first time, anyway. I know she smuggled me out from him, wrapped in a white blanket. It was the only thing Randa took from my room- no toys, no clothes. Almost like a myth, a guardian angel and her ward.

Lawson showed me pictures of his home -our home, he said- when I bothered to speak to him at Sanctuary. All of it was mine, if I wanted it- and I didn’t. I have a false memory of the place, as strange as that sounds. Maybe a part of me wants to remember something. My imagination pieced together fragments made from the scraps I found, anyway.

The rooms were empty. That’s the best word for it, despite the money. A concept made by a man who thought he had taste, that if he paid enough designers, it could almost be a home. Lawson’s property was a monastery of grey and silence; the room he chose for me was just as sterile, the walls the exact shade of the blanket I was rescued in.

My parent’s entire apartment could fit into the en-suite alone, but space was a luxury in every language. He said he had it in mind since my creation, perfectly engineered for a child’s growth. It looked like a laboratory- it was one, I suppose. Dull walls and sharply lined furniture; bland toys neatly placed on shelves, all designed for learning.

That’s what I think of for first memories now. A vid shown by Lawson of a white room I can’t remember, but somehow feel I should. Reality is kinder, for once. Instead it’s giggling sink baths scented with standard issue Alliance soap, and dancing points of light. The muffled scrape of a plastic bow on plastic strings. My papa’s smile. Warm, hazy things.

My parents dug out that blanket and gave it to me after we met Randa for the first time, along with a stuffed animal I had since the beginning of my adoption. All my memories relating to both were tied to them and the apartment, not to her.

The corners were more frayed and worn than I remembered, an old childhood habit I had from worrying them. I knew I used it to tuck my toys in bed, small enough to be ‘their’ blanket. I tried sniffing the fabric, as if the act could trigger something. I could only smell detergent, a familiar scent of home.

I was trying to find a memory that wasn’t there. I could easily imagine the woman who rescued me, holding a swaddled lump of toddler to her chest with a gun in her hand. Far more visceral an image than my own dull recollection, that’s for sure.

Instead I thought about the things that I had. Because I remembered, then. The moments of luck found glittering: of the lessons that were paid for, despite my parent’s wage; the gifted Voirin bow after my first recital, donor unknown; random human food sent to the stores for us to find; a bully forced to move from Illium, thanks to her mother losing her job.

I sat in my childhood room and worked it out, a satisfying puzzle piece clicking into place. A sudden atari in Go, after a long battle with my laddered memory.

She was hidden away, that was all. Miranda was always there, shining distant as a star.

#kolyat krios #oriana lawson #Thane Krios #miranda lawson #Irikah Krios #mass effect #my art #my words #nat this is your fault

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idjitlili · 5 years ago

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Legolas x reader

I am so tired I stayed up till 5 am last night reading so sorry if this shit. It is shit, Idont know what happened

Imagine somehow being teleported into Tolkien’s ,the hobbit, and you end up meeting legolas and Thranduil. In which you insult thranduil, Thorin is sorta your daddy.

You have been travelling with the company since the trolls tried to eat everyone. You had quite literally came out of a floating , flame coloured line. Only to walk into the tree. A troll had picked you up and attempted to eat you as-well , but you really didn’t care, as you was focusing how your head hurt from the tree.

After explaining your situation to Gandalf , which he ended up believing that you weren’t from here, due to your clothing, and strange sayings. Plus the evidence that all the dwarves and a Hobbit had seen you magically appear.

Thorin didn’t like having a teenage girl , with barely any self defence skills , to come with on their adventure, mission, thing. Yet he felt like he had to protect you from harm, surprisingly since you saw how he treated Bilbo. Uh basically he’s your dad.

The first night with the company , they had all offered you blankets , food (lucky Bombur makes a lot.) , the princes had given you some of their extra tunics. Which they had a lot because dwarves likes to wear layers. Too bad they weren’t green.

Dori acted like a mother to you , he would make sure you ate , and even got Ori to make you knitted goods. The dwarves thought you you would freeze to death , as dwarves didn’t get as cold as humans. Something to do with their build or something, you recall Balin telling you.

You became quick friends with Bilbo, he was interested in where you were from, and what it was like there.

Kili and fili teased you for your weird obsession with potatoes, as you mostly ate them, and you even had gone far enough to make a potato ring. (I actually did)

Now you and the company are In Mirkwood forest , unaware to what is going to strike, soon.

Kili and fili ,stood either side of you in a protective manner. For hours the company had been walking through Mirkwood, Thorin denying any assumptions that they were lost.

You grunt , at the blisters that are forming on your feet , that are sweating in your trainers.

“My legs hurt.” You moan , quietly dragging out hurt.

Kili scoffs at you , “your legs are longer , imagine how mine feel.”

You look at Bilbo who is lagging behind,

“Well you can’t say anything , Bilbos legs are as long as my dick.”

“OI y/n, i dont have no legs.”

“I never said that , my dick is hugeeeeee.”

“You don’t have a dick .” Bofur responds loudly , with annoyed tone.

“How would you know if she had a dick. You haven’t seen it.” Kili responds sending you a wink.

“Yeah thank you , my dick is in my head.”

“How would it fit though?” Fili inquires , with a confused facial expression.

“I meant my personality you jensen Ackles , and John travolta blend!” You reply smirking to yourself .’Boom roasted’ not that he would get the joke.

Unknown the rest of the company Bilbo had climbed up a tree to look for a way out of mirkwood. The air felt limited in the poisoned forest , you felt chills go up your back, shivering slightly.

“Thorin...” you speak slowly, as you spot a eight legged spider, approach in the distance. It was bigger than a sheep, teeth like knives, beads for eyes.

Thorin grabs you and makes sure you are behind him, before you know it , all the dwarves plus you are surrounded. You unarmed, stay close with thorin , so you don’t die.

Suddenly the spiders are everything, no escape, the spiders are travelling down by webs and pulling up the dwarves , who don’t see it coming because they are too busy fighting the ones on the ground. When they are pulled up , they are wrapped into a webbed cocoon.

Thorin grabs a hold of you and pulls you into his jacket , then you are both slung up into the air, you become dizzy from being wrapped up in the webbing. Then you and thorin are in just stuck. For what it seems like forever.

Until , you feel yourself falling down slowly from the trees, the cocoon is ripped open by thorin. You get up looking around there are several, other cocoons with dwarves crawling out of them. You look around to see there are still spiders everywhere, you look to the floor and see thorins swords , picking up quickly you pass it to him. he nods with appreciation and passes you a dagger.

I guess you have no chance but try to help , otherwise the others will die because you were too scared to take a chance.

‘You miss 100% the shots you don’t take -Wayne Gretzky-Michael Scott -y/n l/n’

Before you can even look around for a target , you are rugby tackled to the ground, by a disgusting excuse of one of Morgan freeman’s creations.(I think he’s god uh)

You pull your arm out of its grasp, with your ,sorry thorins dagger in hand , before the poison from the spider can be injected. You stab it the face , its body goes stiff around you curling. You push it off gagging at its texture, you pull yourself off the floor only to be tackled again.

This time the dagger had been knocked out of your gasp , desperately you try to reach it buts in use, the creature pushes you down hard. You pull up your leg and kick as hard as you can, it lands on the left of you. You finally able to grab the dagger going to kill the spider, but someone beats you to it , FIring an arrow through its head.

You look up to see a blonde dude, why is he wearing leggings. Weirdo, your brother accidentally put your leggings on ,once and ripped the crotch how he didn’t notice

he doesn’t own leggings. I do not know.

Snapping you out of your thoughts , you are dragged up, dagger snatched out of your hand, and you are roughly pushed towards the group.

“Don’t you touch her again , or I’ll make sure your everlasting life does t last.” Thorin snaps at the ginger elf that had man handled you. What a bitch.

“Oh is this human your girlfriend?awwe.” The blond elf snickers at Thorin, kili and fili gag at the thought of their uncle being in a relationship.

“Uh princess , yeah you with the dance pants. Treat the king of erebor with a little respect. Assbutt.” You glare at the blond, who tended at your words. Haha loser.

“There is no king under the mountain not will there ever be.” He replies , scowling at you.

“Yes , there will be , princess.” He scoffs.

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The blonde elf that you soon discover his name is legolas ,and he is the kings sOn.

Bilbo was missing , aand the company were led to the woodland realm. You could only hope that he would find a way for us to escape.

You and Thorin were spilt from the other dwarves, we were brought to the king. He stuck a deal with Thorin who declined. This king was as dickhead , and narcissistic. Legolas is stood next to you just in case you tried anything .

“Take him alway, ill take to his girlfriend now.” The woodland king states to his guard smoothly.

You scoff.

“ I am literally 18, you perv.”

You feel his ice eyes , stare at you , judging , your whole life, your clothing.

“You are not from here are you,child?” He must of noticed your keanu reeves shirt.

“No”

“tell me why you travel with these dwarves.”

“Why, I like them.”

He scoffs “they are scum, pigs , thieves.” He growls at you , circling you.

“Oi princess , this is your daddy?” You ask legolas who refuses to meet your eye.

“ all I can say is, at least thorin actually loves me and he’s not even my real dad.” Thranduils jaw clenched so hard that he probably could bite your head off.

“We are NOT talking about my son we are talking a bout you.”

“ okay listen here you self obsessed prick, I don’t give a shit about what you want, so cut the shit and get to the point.”

“ I want you to get my the gems of starlight,Thorin won’t expect it from you, I’ll let you all go.”

You feel bad for legolas his dad is soulless, makes him do everything while , he sits on his throne , acting like Gaston.

“No, I am not doing that to my friends, If you wasnt such an asshole and helped Thorin when Azog attacked them he probably would’ve given them to you. But you didn’t. So you suck”

Thranduils faces fled with red , he was angry he whipped his head to towards you.

“Get her to her cell now, legolas.”

“Just saying who risks their own sons life on a forest that clearly can’t be saved,”

“My sons well being doesn’t concern you. Human.”

“You clearly haven’t got love with son. You need to get yourself a girl mat-“

you are interrupted by a slap in the face.

“Well that was a girly move, who slaps , go punch me instead.”

Legolas pulls you out of the rooms quickly, not allowing things to worsen, walking you towards the cells.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?”

He stops and looks at you,” because he will probably execute your friends.”

“Doubt it , he wants them gems , then he needs someone to kill the dragon.” You speak carefully walking down the stairs.

He hummed in response.

After you walked into your cell,you turned and smiled at him. You knew he wasn’t as mean as he portrayed himself as.

“Uh sorry for making fun of your trousers ,” you whispered so thorin didn’t hear , he would skin him.

He smiled lightly “sorry my Ada slapped you.”

“It was a bitch move not going to lie. “ you reach up to my face that still stung, You grin.

“I have no doubt you are going to escape.” He whispers.

“Yes sir. Stay safe princess,savvy?”

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” you let out , as the water in the river splashed you hard in the face.

“Why is this so fun, yet we are still being hunted.” You throw up arms like you are on a ride in a theme park, until an arrow flies at yodu and almost hits you.

You turn to see legolas , you wave to him. He just keeps running after you and the dwarves , saying our butts , see he was a good dude.

Because of you distracting legolas , he couldn’t see an orc going to hit Tauriel. She got punched square in the nose , falling into legolas , whodidn’t see it coming and fell in the water.

For elves being graceful, that wasn’t ,but fortunately he landing in the water right near you. You reach in the water and some how pull him up so he’s holding onto the barrel. You lean back so it doesn’t tip his way. Still does. He’s stuck in the water with you. You offer him a smile.

“How was your fall?” You ask him.

“Into the water ? Amazing.” He replies grunting.

‘No falling from heaven”

“Oh.” He blushes

#legolas #legolas x reader #the hobbit imagine #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #the hobbit x reader #legolas imagine

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rattyoakenbitch · 5 years ago

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the hobbit: “there’s nothing left” ₊˚ ⸝ thorin x reader

❝you have no room for light, love is lost on you.❞

gif credit: n/a song: lana del rey - black beauty

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pairings: thorin oakenshield/the company x reader

warnings: angst, depression, language

summary: n/a. i don’t typically write stuff this serious, and i try my best to avoid sensitive topics. but the past week i’ve been experiencing worse depressive episodes, and i’d like to, in a way, ‘base’ or dedicate this oneshot to myself and express how i feel through writing.

Days and days passed, each more tiring than the last. You and The Company got closer to Erebor, much to their relief. The Company was still as ‘energetic’ and up to the task like they were when they first set out from Bag End. No matter how exhausting the journey was, they still found happiness in traveling and being near each other.

Oh, how you wished you could feel the same. You wished you could lift up your lips into a little, genuine smile without feeling fake or forced. You wished you could find joy in the little things.

But you felt nothing. Nothing at all. You wanted to feel love. You wanted to feel happiness. But you were completely numb to any and every emotion. You could only pretend to care when someone got hurt, and fake a laugh when someone from The Company made a clever joke.

You kept up this facade for a while without The Company catching on, but they began to notice you drift away from them and become more distant each day.

“You all right, lassie?... Y/N?” You look up from your bowl of food that Bombur handed to you, which went cold after going untouched. You meet eyes with Dwalin, who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “You’ve haven’t eaten. You just stare at your food..”

“Is it that bad?” Bombur pipes up. You give the two an empty smile.

“Ah, no. Lost my appetite,” you say blankly, and put your bowl on the log beside you. “You guys can have it. I’m going to sleep.” With that, you walk off to your bedroll, ignoring the intense stares of The Company.

The sun rose above the hills and beamed on your face, calling you to wake up. You sleepily opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings before sitting up. Ah, another day.

You were often told that feeling the way you felt was normal, and you could just sleep it off. That every day is a new opportunity to make it better than the last. Ha, if only.

The Company started to get a move on, you absentmindedly trailing behind them. Your mind wandered off, so you didn’t notice The Company looking back at your inattentive expression. Fili, Kili, and Ori waited for you to catch up, matching your pace as you now walked with the three of them.

“Y/N, you’ve been a little quiet lately. Is something bothering you?” Fili finally spoke up, breaking your train of thought. You keep silent, avoiding Fili’s gaze as you kept your eyes focused on the ground, kicking small pebbles as you went along. “You know we’re your friends. We care about you. I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it..” Fili trailed off, a feeling of discouragement lingering in his heart when you didn’t seem to react.

“Care..” you finally whispered. “You care about me?” The three’s eyes went wide.

“Of course we do! We’ve been worried sick about you because we care, Y/N. You haven’t been like yourself the past weeks.”

“Oh, please, don’t do that! You needn’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine.” You force a smile, “See? I’m happy. Just a little sleepy.”

“Well,” Ori shyly speaks up, twiddling with his fingers. “Everything’s going to be okay. You can always come to The Company. We’re family.” With that, the trio all give you a pat on the back before walking off to catch up with The Company. You instantly drop your happy act, your expression completely emotionless.

Everything’s going to be okay. Right?

The Company set up camp when night drew near. Oin & Gloin started a fire where the Dwarves gathered, enjoying the hot food Bombur prepared. Gandalf sat alone in a corner, smoking his pipe weed. Bilbo had already went to sleep like a few of the Dwarves. You sat with The Company this time, curling up by the heat of the fire. The Company tried to make small talk and get your input to settle their petty banters, but you tuned out their voices and spaced out again, your mind empty.

“Y/N..”

“Is she even listening to us?”

“Y/N, can you hear us?”

“Aye, leave her be. She’s just tired. I think we can all agree that the journey has taken a toll on us, right laddies?”

“Speaking of which, I’m going to get to bed.”

As hours passed, everybody went to sleep. Save for Thorin, who was taking the first watch. He cautiously walked over and sat beside you, keeping silent. You’ve always been close with him and would normally seek comfort in him, but when things got progressively worse for you, you kept your distance from Thorin, just like the other members of his Company. It made you feel slightly guilty and lonely, watching them enjoy each other’s company. But you knew pushing them away was for the best. They would never understand how you felt. Breaking down your walls and opening up to them, only for them to get weirded out would be even worse. Gods, if only your feelings weren’t so complicated. Well, what ever feelings you had left. You felt numb. Bored. Sad. Yet you could never shed any tears. You were so trapped.

“I can’t do this anymore..” you silently said to yourself, causing Thorin to perk his head up. You turned to meet his gaze. “Did I say that out loud?” Thorin gulped, a concerned expression crossing his face. “It’s not what you think. I’m just--”

“Tired?” he cut you off. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You may be able to fool The Company, but I won’t let you push me away. Not anymore.”

“Thorin, you don’t understand,” you barely whispered, looking away. “You worry too much. I’m perfectly fine.” The crack in your voice betrayed you, exposing your obvious lies. “I’m okay..” A moment of silence passed, when you felt Thorin’s warm hand cup your face, nudging you to look at him.

“Don’t hide from me, Y/N.” You finally faced him, looking intently into his baby blues. “I can’t stand you like this, anymore. I can’t keep helplessly watching you from afar and not be able to do anything.” A pang of guilt hit your heart.

“Thorin, stop! Don’t say that!” You yank out of his grip. “You don’t know anything! Just go!”

“I will not leave you when you most need help,” Thorin argued. His expression softened, “When you most need me..”

You shake your head. “I don’t need you..”

Lies.

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I don’t even know how I fucking feel! I don’t! That’s the thing! I can’t feel anything!” Thorin goes silent at your outburst and watches you hide your face in your knees, sobbing. At this point, you thought he’d be gone. You thought he’d finally give up on you. But he stayed by your side, taking you in his arms. “I’m a lost cause..”

“Sanazyunguh..” [my true love]

“Don’t,” you say bitterly. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I love you, Y/N. How else can I prove it?”

“You’re just saying that. You have nothing to prove.”

Thorin took your hand, entwining your fingers with his as he placed your hand against his chest. You felt his heartbeat race, gradually speeding up each second.

“This is what you do to me, Y/N.” His free hand caressed your face, brushing away your tears. “I didn’t want to have to tell you like this.. I wish you noticed sooner.”

Thorin carefully leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. You could feel his shaky breath fan your face as he tested the waters before claiming your lips, gently but passionately kissing you. It wasn’t frantic or rough as you expected it to be. It came feather-light and comforting, yet it was frightening how it affected you. You hesitantly returned the action, before Thorin pulled back.

“I don’t get it,” you whispered. “This was supposed to be a happy moment in my life.. But I can’t feel anything. Why?”

“Y/N, we can make this work. I’ll wait for you and I’ll be by your side through it all.” Thorin gazed intently at you, his eyes full of worry. “Y/N..”

“I’m sorry,” you pushed yourself away, standing up. “I can’t be with you.. Please, find someone who can love you back.”

“Y/N, wait,” Thorin pleaded. “Don’t you dare shut me out!” Ignoring his calls, you walked away. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. How could you tell Thorin you loved him? When after all, there was nothing left in your heart.

#tw: depression #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin oakenshield #thorin fanfiction #thorin angst #the hobbit #the hobbit angst #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fandom #the hobbit oneshot #thorin oneshot #rattyoakenbitch

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deaddominionsofdolor · 4 years ago

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Lecture 1: Sin-Eaters

Hi everyone! Just a little out-of-character note here from your mods. We promised that your characters would have IC documents helping them to get accustomed to the ins and outs of being a Sin-Eater so you don’t have to ask for massive information dumps every thread and we don’t have to spend every prologue thread just on the basics. So...we thought we’d show it off early, to give you an idea of what the GMPCs and the rest of the game world are like!

(l2r: Hisoka, Keiichi, Damien, Ori, Hisaya)

Look, there they are! They’re...well, about as happy as they can be given the circumstances. And they’re making some tape recordings which your OCs will get to listen to IC. Let’s start with our very first one, beginning below the cut.

Keiichi: Okay, I think it’s recording. So, uh...who wants to start.

Hisaya: ………

Ori: …………

Hisoka: ……….

Keiichi: ...Damien, you do it.

Damien: ...Fine. Okay, so, we’re talking about like, being one of the Bound, right? So! Put your finger to your pulse. Feel yourself still breathing. You still get hungry, you still need to sleep. You’re not a walking corpse. You’re alive. But you can survive things a living human wouldn’t. You can patch yourself up with the same stuff ghosts are made of. You use the same powers they do. You can’t fully die again without extreme circumstances. You can interact with ghosts when humans can’t. You’re dead.

Think of it like being Schrodinger’s Zombie, I guess? It’s not as simple as being alive or dead. You sort of exist in both states at once. Like, a consubstantiativity thing.

Hisaya: The philosophical shit doesn’t matter. Point is, you have powers. You don’t die. You’re not possessed. You’ve just got a god of death sharing your body.

Damien: And that’s because at some point, you made a deal after you died.

Ori: A- the Bargain. I’m afraid I cannot really speak much on it aside from…

Hisoka: We know, we know, he stared at you until you agreed. Anyways, I’ll explain. When you died, a minor death god intervened. Your Geist. Great, isn’t it? I don’t know why they choose you, but…. for me, I remember mine reaching out to me in a liminal space. Like those pictures of endless cubicles or flooded malls.

Hisaya: Don’t remember much myself. She just popped out of the waters and reached out for me. Dunno why but I couldn’t turn away. Like I said, it’s a bit fuzzy.

Damien: I got lost...I think. Then fog settled in and he showed up. I made the deal and I...don’t know, but I guess I got out?

Keiichi: Uh. Heh. I wish we could all say more but most of us don’t remember a lot other than just waking up here in Dolor. Buuuut, we all know enough to pass onto you! And that’s what matters.

Ori: As I said before, I don’t remember what happened, but I believe I was stared at until I agr-

Hisoka: Yeah, yeah, anyways. When you agree, you’re brought back. Free ticket to life! Not for you, but for the Geist who’s hitched a ride alongside you. But they don’t wanna hurt ya, usually. Just…. Well, I don’t know every reason why they come back. There’s something in it for both of you, though.

Damien: Yeah. It’s a two-way street, basically. You need to work together...and you’ll have to because you’re stuck with each other. You’re sharing the same brainspace, essentially, but...well, you’ve probably noticed you’re still able to control your own actions. It’s weird but you get used to it.

Hisaya: That’s mostly true. If they’re sufficiently in the grip of strong enough emotions they might lash out. You can try to talk them down from it but it’s not easy. Usually.

Ori: [indistinct pained noise]

Keiichi: Once you guys get to know each other a little better, it gets easier! Look, you can’t be...too mad at them. I mean, we’re calling them gods of death, but that’s only kiiiiinda true? They used to be ghosts, once.

Hisaya: ...Geists drank from the Rivers of Death. It gave them power no ghost should have. But it turned them into something not fundamentally human anymore. If they ever were in the first place. It completely stripped away whatever their identity was beyond a few atavistic traits.

Ori: But we do have a mission to find out what their goals are, and if we do, perhaps both of us will benefit once again.

Hisoka: Yeah, but it’s a good deal as it is. You get ghost powers. They get help. What more could you ask for?

Damien: So! Basically! You both get a symbiotic relationship, and if you help each other to work out whatever made you not want to stay dead, then things will get better and your Geist will...start recovering and get their humanity back.

Keiichi: Annnnnd I think that covers it, right?

Damien: Well, we’re running out of tape, so...yeah, I guess.

TL;DR

Living, Dead

A Sin-Eater is a gestalt being of a dead human and a ghost who have transcended both of their natures to become something like a (very) minor god of death. They’re neither living, dead, or undead, but something that takes aspects of all three.

Rent-Free in Your Head

Your Geist exists alongside you. You share thoughts and emotions, but you remain in control of your physical body...most of the time. Sometimes a sufficiently traumatized or angered Geist will manifest and lash out. You can try to talk them down, but it’s difficult early on.

Ghosts are People, Too

Both Geists and normal ghosts are people, just traumatized ones. While they might act out and exist in negative emotions, time and patience will bring them out of it. The more you uncover their past, the more you can help them work through it.

#mod post #lecture

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all1e23 · 5 years ago

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Astrophile [Pt.15]

Chapter: Eclipse

Summary: Art shows, miscommunications and kisses.

Warnings: BACK TO THE FLUFF!!!!! Still a little sad at the start just as a heads up.

A/N: Don’t get too excited by the summary It’s not the kind of kissing you’re thinking. Two chapters to go!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed! Thanks!**

There was a clumsy, inelegance to the tightness floating in the afternoon air now that they were alone without a five-year-old bumper to spare them from humiliation. Strangers on the subway have looked more comfortable than they do at this moment. The side glances, nervous fidgeting, and tension turned Bucky’s smile into a deep pout. A bystander catching sight of this floundering rendezvous would be unable to watch for long, they would find themselves turning their head to hide from second-hand embarrassment.

He couldn’t blame them if they did. This isn’t how he saw this reunion going.

Bucky’s not sure what it’s going to take to fix this disaster, and if he had any sense at all, he would move on and pretend none of this ever happened. They could simply chalk it up to a missed connection and let it be one of those what could have been moments. He could go back to the way things were before if he really had to. He could find plenty of things to fill his days, but when it’s late at night and stillness envelopes him, he doesn’t know how to think of anything but her.

Because that’s just it, he doesn’t want to go back to a time before her.

He honestly has no idea what the hell he’s doing when it comes to loving her. Bucky has never felt this confused or this unsure of himself. The only time he’s ever come close to being this lost over a pretty girl, he was a young boy and didn’t understand the difference between lust and love. This is nothing like that, she’s not some pretty girl he has a crush on and he’s terrified he’s going to wreck this to the point it’s unfixable, but he has to do something, anything because he can’t take the strain between them a second longer.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bucky ponders aloud, breaking the silence and tension for a few fleeting seconds.

Y/n nods, feeling guilt swimming up to her throat at the palpable nervousness in his voice. Her words crack and splinter from the weight of her own nerves, “I-I’ve been busy. I’m sorry I haven’t had time for another movie night. Ori said you guys watched a good one though?”

Bucky nods, over and over because he has to convince himself as much as he does her and tucks his hands in his front pockets rocking back on his heels. “Yeah, yeah we did. We watched Mary Poppins Returns. She really liked it.”

“What about you? Did you like it?”

He winces internally. This is so awkward. They have been reduced to idle chit chat? The same terrible small talk he has to make with parents he doesn’t want to be around? They’ve always fit together. Perfectly, really. But this? This is painful and unfamiliar. She’s acting as if she can’t be herself around him– that stings. It’s as if he’s some random person she barely knows and not the owner of the heart she’s still holding.

Bucky hates it.

“Yeah, uh, it was good, but I would have liked it a lot more if you were there,” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he wants to smack his head against the wall – that’s so stupid. He can’t make an awkward situation any more embarrassing if he tried. He takes a gamble and gazes at her, but she doesn’t look upset or uncomfortable like he expects.

She’s wearing the smile that restarts his heart time and time again, but her eyes glisten with something he can’t place, and she’s shifting her attention away from him before he can ask her. They stand in a stony silence as parents pass by Ori’s table and watch as she presents her fireworks in a jar to each group. Ori explains all the different colors she used and points out the directions on the poster board Bucky helped her put together.

The whole presentation takes roughly five minutes, and Ori looks at Y/n and Bucky as soon as she finishes, she beams brightly as a few of the parents mumble something about points for creativity. Bucky sneaks a peek over at Y/n, and she’s grinning as wide as can be and giving Ori a wink, mouthing what a great job Ori had and how proud she was of her.

So it is him.

He’s the reason. He did something– or he said something, either way, this is all on him.

“Are you mad at me or somethin’? Because I don’t know, Y/n. Things have been… off.“

Bucky knows this isn’t the place to have this conversation. The last thing he wants to do is to talk about this in front of a little boy and penguin diorama. Especially since the kid seems far too interested in what Bucky is saying. After tonight, he’s not sure when he will see her again.

It had to be now.

Y/n jerks around to look at Bucky, shrieking louder than she should for a pre-k through first grade art show, “What? No! I just –-I don’t want to get in your way or anything. If you’re bringing another woman home or trying to date someone, I don’t want them to think you, and I are a couple. I don’t want to cause problems for any of your relationships.”

Bucky can feel his chest tighten with each word, and he has to look away because it hurts far too badly. He can’t bear to look at her while his heart is splitting in his chest. His eyes fall back on the kid with the candy stained glass in the far corner, who is moving his hands frantically in the air as he explains his project. The distraction only lasts a moment. Man, was he dense thinking she could ever see him as something more than whatever the hell they are right now.

“Right,” Bucky ultimately bites out. “Because all we could ever be is just friends.”

Y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stammers in a shaky whisper, “O-of course. Just friends.”

Bucky is really starting to dislike the phrase just friends.

As it turns out, all the kids are winners. So maybe Bucky was wrong for telling Ori’s teacher that it seemed a little messed up to have parents go around and vote on five-year olds' artwork. He admits now that he should have read the flyer more closely. The announcement comes just in time to save Bucky from another moment of heartbreak and humiliation – he is running out of time, fast. Even though everyone got the same dark blue participation ribbon, Ori did win an extra award, and he’s telling everyone he knows his kid got first place in at the art fair. If only one of them could get what they wanted tonight, he would rather it be Ori.

How could he not with that adorable excited grin squishing her chubby cheeks?

“Daddy! Y/n! Come take a picture with me! Please! Please!

“Of course, starlight.”

“Anything for you comet.”

No matter what is going on between them, they would do anything for Ori, and that includes standing together for a potentially painfully awkward photograph to make her happy. Bucky’s hand falls to Y/n’s lower back unthinkingly, as they push through the group Bucky keeps closeby knowing her distaste for large, suffocating crowds and she revels in his warmth until they reach Ori’s table and they are forced to part to take their places behind Ori.

Y/n chews her bottom lip and chances a glimpse at Bucky who is already watching her. The soft smile he gives her makes her heart flutter and provides her with a bit of courage. She shuffles closer to him to slide her hand down his arm and intertwines their fingers together. She knows Bucky hasn’t looked away from her, but she can’t look back right now – the cut still stings. He clears his throat and looks back at the woman holding the camera, gives her a curt nod. Bucky isn’t sure this means anything at all, but if it’s hope?

Bucky will take all the hope he can get.

“Is this everybody?” The photographer asks from behind her camera, and Ori replies with a wide grin, “Yep! This is my family!”

Y/n’s hand tightens around Bucky’s, and he doesn’t miss the hitch in her breath or the tears welling in her eyes. He gives her hand a squeeze and gently urges her closer– reassurance. Because, yes, she’s their family, and nothing could change that now. A few flashes, a giggling squeal later and it’s done. No one can take it back. And, yeah it’s only for an elementary school yearbook, he doesn’t care. She’s inked onto the image right next to Bucky and Ori forever.

She’s part of their family always.

“Y/n, can we talk for a second…”

“Mr.Barnes,” Ori’s teacher interrupts, giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Could I talk to you for a second?”

Y/n’s hand is out of his so fast it made his head spin. The look on Mr. Banner’s face makes him feel like he’s in tenth grade and got caught flirting in class. By someone’s good fortune (certainly not Bucky’s) he doesn’t ask Bucky about her, just focuses on Ori. Bucky wants to pay attention, something about special assignments and jumping a grade level, going right into first grade instead of kindergarten but he’s finding it hard to concentrate. He shoots a gander over to the girls and sees Y/n kissing Ori’s cheeks and gushing over both her ribbons. He grins and turns back to find a less than impressed expression on Mr. Banner’s face.

“Sorry,” Bucky clears his throat, giving him an apologetic smile, “Jumping a grade level, you said?”

Ten minutes, three pamphlets, and the promise to read a very lengthy email, Bucky is finally free. He just has to find where two very important girls went… His heart sinks when he sees Ori sitting on the chair next to her table right next to him, talking to one of her teachers. No Y/n anywhere to be found

“Where did Y/n go?” Bucky asks once they are alone and drops down to her level.

“She gave me kisses and had to leave daddy. Can we go see Uncle Stevie now? I want to show him my ribbons!”

Guess hope was a stretch.

Bucky pushes the blow to his heart as far down as he can get it and nods, “Yeah, we can go comet. Do we have to pack any of this up?”

“Mr. Banner says it has to stay in class for more pictures. Are you going to go see Y/n?” Ori asks casually and hops off her chair holding her ribbons in her right hand and taking her dad’s with her free hand. She’s not embarrassed to hold his hand, and Bucky prays it stays like that for a few more years.

Bucky’s brows pinch together at the thought, and he looks down at Ori, “What? Why would I go see her? She was just here.”

“Yeah, but you love Y/n,” Ori shrugs and looks up at him. “When you love someone you wanna see them all the time, like how Uncle Stevie always wants to be with Uncle Sammy.”

It’s official, his daughter is smarter than him.

Bucky doesn’t linger at Steve’s. He’s had enough for one night, and he didn’t think he could take all the questions once they find out that Ori invited Y/n. He can hear it all now – What did you say? Did you tell her you like her? Ask her out! Sure, asking her out in the middle of a school event would be a good idea. It wouldn’t be embarrassing to get turned down in front of a bunch of kids or anything.

He’s going to take a pass on that level of humiliation. Instead, he’s going to sit at home, have a few beers and maybe go to bed early. He can do whatever he wants. No kid for the night and clearly no girlfriend. Bucky tosses his keys on the counter and walks around to the fridge, stuffing the leftover lemon pancakes behind the jug of milk. They don’t need to look so smug, y’know? No one likes smug pancakes.

The sound of the fridge door snapping shut in the emptiness of the bottom floor of his brownstone has his stomach lurching. Bucky sighs and sets his unopened beer on the counter. Okay, so sitting at home all alone is a bad idea. He can always call Natasha and Clint because being the third wheel is always a blast. His eyes land on his copy of The Martian and it glares back at him. Bucky slowly reaches out and flips the cover open where he keeps a bright pink sticky note. Bucky’s finger traces over her words from all those months ago.

Love at first sight is a hoax.

“Screw this,” Bucky grumbles to the empty house and snatches his keys off the counter. He has someone he needs to see.

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The soft melancholy melody playing from her phone and the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside did nothing to help the mood Y/n finds herself in this evening. When she got home from the art show she attempted to eat something but nothing could entice her stomach’s interest, whatever dumb movie was playing on Showtime couldn’t keep her attention for more than a moment, her bed felt too big and too cold and not one star could be seen from her bedroom window. She finally gives up around closer to eleven and wanders down into the store.

There’s a new shipment of books she can put away; if she isn’t going to sleep, she can at least give herself a headstart for the following day. Surely, tomorrow will be better than the utter disaster today has been. The pressure surrounding her and Bucky did nothing to ease the burning in her chest. It didn’t help that she ran the first moment she could and didn’t bother with goodbye. There isn’t much more he can say anyway– at least not while he is taken.

She wasn’t going to be that girl, regardless of how much she wants to be his girl.

A sudden heavy pounding at the shop’s front door puts a halt to Y/n’s progress. She drops the books in her hands on the counter with a loud thwap and tries to calm the rapid thumping against her ribs. There’s a shadowy figure standing behind the darkened glass of the front door, but between the fallen twilight and the rain she can’t make out who it is. She reaches for her phone, and without thinking, her trembling fingers take her to the only person she truly trusts.

“Beck! Open up. You in there?”

Her thumb hovers over Bucky’s number when his voice rings through the front door. What the heck? She slowly sets her phone down, letting the music resume as she tentatively makes her way to the front door. The closer Y/n gets, the more she recognizes that dark brown mop of hair and her heart would know his voice among a thousand others.

“Bucky! What are you doing?” She asks, her voice panicked and uncertain.

The door comes flying open from the force of her worry. The only reason she could come up with for Bucky being here like this was Ori. Something terrible had to have happened after she left. She seals the door behind him and attempts to help him out of his wet jacket.

“Where is Ori? Is she okay?”

The blatant concern in her eyes for his daughter makes him smile despite the disquiet clogging up his heart. Y/n always thinks about Ori first. Bucky likes that– No, he loves that.

“She’s fine,” Bucky assures her, dropping his jacket on the coat rack by the door. “She’s at Steve’s showing off her ribbons the last time I saw her. I just had to see you.”

The admission leaves her confused (as if she isn’t confused enough lately) and more importantly, it knocks the breath right out of her lungs, “Oh, and you came over here in the pouring rain at eleven at night because you had to see me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky huffs a small laugh hoping the night blanketing the store will hide the stain on his cheeks. He nods towards the desk holding several stacks of books. “I guess I did. I didn’t think you would be working this late but do you need help?”

“Oh, um sure. I guess I could use the help.”

Y/n walks back towards the computer and slowly sits on the stool behind the counter, leaving them separated by two feet of oak. Bucky hands her books, and she scans them before passing them back, it’s easy and comfortable until she finds herself blurting, “You didn’t want to spend the night with your girlfriend with Ori being out of the house and all?”

She winces at the sour note of jealousy in her voice and quickly turns around to grab the stack of books behind her, using it as a chance to avoid what she’s sure is a look of pity or possibly annoyance.

“Girlfriend?” Bucky pauses until she spins back around because he is not going to say this until she’s looking at him. She needs to know he’s isn’t feeding her some bullshit line when he tells her there’s no girlfriend. He has to make her understand, outside of Ori, no one in his life comes close to her.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t had a girlfriend in an… embarrassingly long time. A few maybes but no girlfriends.”

“But… I thought…” Y/n’s mind floats back to that day standing right where they are, and Ori’s little voice fills her head, he’s good at loving me, but I don’t think he knows what to say when he loves someone else.

Bucky abandons the books in his hand and leans forward on his elbows to close the space between them, “ Is that why you cancelled our d– night? You thought I was dating someone and still asked you to come over to have dinner with me?”

She shrugs, realizing how stupid it sounds when he puts it like that. Bucky would never invite another woman to his house for dinner and a movie if he were in a serious relationship with someone, and she knows that. Y/n leans on her elbows mirroring the man across from her, “I guess that should have been my first clue, but I panicked. It didn’t feel right to have a movie night alone if you were dating someone.”

He extends his arms and covers her hands with his, meeting her eyes before he spoke, “I’m not dating anyone, Y/n. There is no one in my life. You’re the only woman I want to spend my nights with.”

Y/n raises her brow, smirking at his unintentional innuendo. Bucky’s cheeks pink once his words register, and he quickly tries to fix the badly chosen words, “I didn’t– I don’t mean spend my nights with. I do want to spend my nights with you, but I didn’t mean it that way. Not that I’m saying if we were together or wanted to be together that I wouldn’t want to –” He blows out a breath and chuckles at his own expense, “Can we please forget what I said?”

She giggles, “I know what you meant, Bucky. It was fun to watch you fumble for that recovery though.”

“Gee, thanks,” Bucky deadpans.

A comfortable silence works its way throughout the room, and it’s nothing like this afternoon. It’s peaceful and right and everything she loves about being with Bucky. He lights up her heart in a way no one else has, and she’s sure she won’t find anyone else who comes close.

“There’s really no one else?” He can hear the vulnerability through the uneasy sway in her voice, and he never wants to make her feel this way ever again.

Bucky’s hands squeeze over hers, and he lets his thumb graze over the back of her hand, the sincerity in his voice harmonizing with the hold he has on her hand, “No. There’s just you, Beck.”

Y/n response is just a simple grin. It’s all she can do. She grins, and Bucky grins right back. Tony was right, she thinks. That’s going to be fun to admit to his face. Speaking of Tony. She wonders… “I’m not sure if you heard but,” She takes a deep breath and says, “Tony is getting married.”

Bucky’s brows shoot up, and she chuckles. Pretty much her reaction.

“Really? Tony Stark is getting married?” She hums in response, ignoring the glow of jealousy in his eyes and the way his grip clenched around her hand. Honestly, how he can be jealous of Tony right now, she can’t understand.

“Next July. Do you… want to be my plus one?”

Bucky’s thumb stalls and his hand tightens involuntarily this time, “You’re asking me to go with you a year from now? What if you have… someone else you want to go with? You could meet anyone before next year.”

“I won’t,” Y/n promises.

Hope came back in the nick of time.

“Okay, Y/n. I’ll go with you,” He swears.

“Oh!” Y/n squeals. “I got you something!”

Bucky grins as he watches her do that little run hop she does when she’s excited about something. He stretches his fingers to push out the cold that swarmed him the moment he lost her touch. The light flicks on in her office, and he regards her as she grabs something relatively small– tiny enough she can conceal it in her fist, but something else quickly catches his eye on the far side of her office.

Oh, hell, Bucky thinks.

“Hey! How the hell did you get the calendar?” She grins at the whine in his voice, “ And why is it on that wall? Everyone who comes into the store can see it!”

“I have an in with the princess. Her highness saw my name signed on the bottom and thought I must have forgotten it.” Bucky groans making her giggle as she walks back over to her place across from him, “Get over it. It’s not going anywhere, December.”

Y/n hesitantly opens her clenched fist to show him two black bracelets with a little silver star in the middle.

“They are pinky promise bracelets. You put it on and make a wish. When it falls off, that means your wish is about to come true. I know it’s kind of silly, and you don’t have to wear it, but it made me think of you and us…”

Bucky holds his arm out for her and smiles. Zero hesitation. He would wear a silly bracelet if she asks him to, but he doesn’t think it’s all that silly. She delicately wraps the bracelet around his wrist, and he grabs the matching one from her palm, wrapping it around her wrist. This time he’s the one weaving their fingers together, five minutes without her warmth was long enough. The only sounds echoing in the sugar-filled atmosphere was slowing raindrops hitting the windows and soft buzz of the song playing through her phone.

“Okay, so we close our eyes and w-we wish,” Y/n breathes over the soft undertones of the music.

Their eyes fall shut in unison. He takes a chance and opens one eye to get a peek at Y/n; her head is tilted to the side, and her nose is crinkled as she makes her wish. He grins and closes his eyes. He doesn’t need a lot of time to make his wish, he’s been making the same wish every night for the last month.

“Done?”

Bucky opens his eyes to find her watching him, he nods, but his eyes were centered on her pretty lips, as much as he wants to kiss her this isn’t the time. It’s a big step, a huge leap to take and it will change everything. Ori’s life will never be the same, and neither will theirs. He needs to be one hundred percent sure this will work before he does something else they can’t take back.

“So I have to wait for my wish to come true?”

Y/n responds with a small shrug leaving her hands resting comfortably in his hold, “That’s what it says, but I suppose it would depend on what you wished for. What was your wish?”

Bucky shakes his head casually and slow grin tugs at his lips, “Now, sweetheart, I can’t go tellin’ you my wish. It won’t come true.” She laughs and leans in towards the middle of the counter, so their noses were nearly touching. All he has to do is tilt his head an inch, and he would finally find out just how soft her lips are.

“I really did miss you,” Y/n admits into the calm, letting the confession hang in the air with the rest of her secrets. Her fingers slip between his wrist and the soft strand of the bracelet where she can feel each gentle thump of his heart.

“You’ve got no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart,” Buck swore, sure and sincere. He’s never missed anything or anyone as much as missed her these past five days.

“You pinky promised,” she quickly reminded him of that predestined night shared on a balcony and front steps twenty miles apart. The stars saw that moment, saw them in this very moment long ago – they’ve always been destined to end up right here.

“I did, and I’m sorry. I should have come over the day you text me. I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t want to overstep. There are a lot of things I shouldn’t have let go unsaid,” Bucky tells her, slight regret filling his words but she can see a newfound determination in his eyes.

He’s not the only one at fault for the position they are in. Y/n could have pushed jealousy and hurt aside and simply asked him. All she had to do was ask if he was seeing anyone and tell him about her talk with Ori. He may have even laughed at that. Ori’s voice is playing over and over in her head, I hope so. We can’t wait forever, right?”

Wait, did Ori mean she’s the… No, no that’s not what either of them meant. Or maybe, just maybe the stars are on her side tonight

“If you’re guilty then so am I,” Y/n admits with a smile. “We don’t want to wait forever, now do we?”

He tilts his head to the side and is smiling through the confusion etched onto his beautiful face, “No, I guess we don’t want to wait forever.”

Bucky stares at her for a second, turning over a thousand different scenarios in his head. There are a lot of ways this night could go, and not all are good, but the way she’s looking at him? Smiling ear to ear, that cheek-hurting happiness written on her face sends his heart spinning into a helpless surrender; one he’s more than willing to give to her and her alone.

“Whaddya say we skip inventory and I take you to dinner. It sounds like it stopped rainin’,” Bucky can see the momentary flash hesitation in her eyes and the glance down at her worn overalls and plain white shirt. He’s not sure what the pout is for because she looks beautiful no matter what she’s wearing. Bucky gives a gentle tug to her bracelet and smiles when she looks up, “You don’t need to get all dolled up to have dinner with me. I like you, remember? Old books pages and all.”

As if she could tell him no after that – not that she wants to tell him no ever. “Okay, but I get to pick where we go.”

Bucky would give her whatever she wants if she only let him.

“Whatever you want, babydoll.”

Not once does he let go of her hand as she walks around the counter, he switches hands as he helps her into her jacket and he is reaching for her the moment the storefront door is locked – there is a lot he should have said and a lot he should have done, he was right about that, and he’s not letting another chance slip away.

“I like that,” She mumbles tucking herself into his side as they walk down the rain-soaked street.

“Like what?”

A soft sigh and a sweet confession, “I like when you call me babydoll.”

Bucky doesn’t promise to call her that more or tease her like he usually would. He doesn’t repeat it just to watch her get flustered – despite how much she wants to see that. There’s no cheap one-liner that would do that justice. If she’s important enough to consume all his wishes than she’s worth way more than some shoddy line. He presses a kiss to her temple, letting his lips linger longer than a friend should and wraps his arm around her whispering back, “I like it too.”

Because boy does he.

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Multi-Dimensional pt. 2

The Company x Reader

Trigger warning: reference to past domestic/animal abuse

Really angsty but funny at the beginning.

@barbar126

So when you finished your little '10 minutes alone in your house' test, you were actually pleasantly surprised to see everyone sitting around your living room and enjoying their tea and food without a fuss. They hadn't even taken their weapons back, and nothing was broken either.

After that, you realized that things were probably going to go well and you can afford relax a bit. Plus... free labor.

Around 5 or so days pass by without much incident (of course showing them how to use the bathroom was awful since they didn't seem to grasp the fact that the water just comes out of the showerhead and they don't need to fill anything... and that the water could actually be warm if they waited for 10 damn seconds).

You made the mistake of not telling the 'dwarf' known as Dwalin to wait while you got everything set up, and when you turned he had already been half-naked.

Suffice to say, you screamed so loud that a bunch of those 'dwarves' came running over with weapons drawn and everything.

You're going to have to make a spray bottle and spritz them when they pull out their pointy things like that, but only after you're 100% sure they won't shank you for it.

The first time they saw your barn full of horses, cows, goats, and some sheep they were excited, and when they saw your aquarium room with all your fish and the terrariums with your snakes and turtle that you pet sit, they were a little more nervous.

The youngest, who you know to be Ori, had asked if the reptiles would eat them, but you only smiled and said, "Not unless I tell them too." You can't actually make them attack the dwarves, but it's best to keep them on their toes.

You decided to 'employ' all of them to help you take care of the animals, though you don't really need it, and may I say that the sight of your tiny hamsters, rabbit, and turtle being held in big 'man' hands is probably the cutest thing you've ever seen.

Yeti has also betrayed you, for he has fallen in love with that blond 'hobbit' known as Bilbo, and will only listen to him. If you had known Yeti would drop everything and have an affair the moment you turned your back, you would've sent them away (not really). The first time Yeti refused to come to you while he was snuggling the small hobbit shattered your heart. The betrayal shot through you like a poison arrow and spread throughout your whole body, leaving nothing in its wake other than sorrow and pain.

You got called dramatic for that.

"Fine! I don't need you anyway, Yeti! I've got Copper!" You cried, much to the amusement of your guests.

To be honest, you act like a total nut job with the sole purpose of bringing some joy into their everyday lives... and to keep them underestimating you in case things go south.

The quieter Balin seemed to take to your cat Butterscotch immediately, and now you rarely see him without ole Scotch in his lap. Your other two cats Midnight and Mittens were a little less pleased to have so many people around them, but they tolerated the dwarves and eventually got to petting terms with them.

The brothers Fili and Kili (you keep mixing them up, you're ashamed to admit) seemed to like your rabbit and hamsters the most. After you showed them how to feed the little fluffy boi's and how to open their cages, you often found them walking around holding them in their arms. It's very cute.

Thorin, the leader of this entourage, acts like he doesn't care for any of them, but you saw that bastard feeding Copper scraps under the table when he thought you weren't looking. And, apparently, Mittens kinda likes him which is interesting.

It's been only 5 days, but you found yourself becoming fond of the lot of them rather quickly, and they to you (though you don't know that).

You have two spare bedrooms with medium-sized beds, the love seat, long couches, and a chair in your living room, and a small couch in your bedroom too. You decided that moving the couch out to one of the other guest bedrooms would be beneficial, but it'll take some time so you were postponing it.

Now is as good of a time as any, you suppose.

You had been feeding your fish with Nori and Ori, and when the inspiration to move the couch hit you, you handed them the shaker and said, "Be careful not to overfeed them, otherwise they will explode and I will cry." You make your way to the door and pause, "A lot."

With that, you leave toward the stairs, and Copper rises from his spot next to Thorin (you feel weird not saying Mr. before) to follow after you.

"Oh, here's my good little boy!" You kneel down and squish his fluffy face, making over-exaggerated smooching noises as you kiss the top of his head and his snout, "Who's a good boy? Who's my good boy!?" You ask in a baby voice, scratching his back and petting him all over. His tail wags excitedly as you smother him in affection, and it only makes your heart melt, "You would never betray mommy, no you wouldn't! You wouldn't ditch me for a hobbit, would you baby? Oh, I love you." smooch, "so," smooch, "much!" You kiss the top of his head one more time, then stand back up with a bright smile on your face.

Someone clears their throat behind you, so you turn and see the majority of the intruders standing behind you. Some of them look amused, a few disturbed, and others are actually laughing.

"What?" You ask indignantly, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. You forget that there are others in the house who aren't use to your animated way of talking to your babies.

"You have quite an interesting way of speaking with your animals." Mr. Thorin asshole Oakenshield states (he's actually a pretty nice guy).

You can't even help the violent blush from spreading across your cheeks, "D-Don't talk to me like that!" You exclaim, pouting rather childishly. "Copper! Attack!" You yell, pointing in his general direction.

A few of them stiffen, but Copper just kinda lazily ambles over and sits down in the middle of the dwarves, making you gasp dramatically. There's some more laughter, and while you knew Copper wouldn't actually attack them, it did nothing to ease how flustered you are like you thought it would.

You throw your arms up in the air in defeat and yell exasperatedly, "Fine! Have fun laughing while I put small animals in your things!" You don't wait around to see how they react and instead walk up the stairs and head to your room to begin moving the couch.

There's some murmuring that you can hear down below.

"Did we actually offend her?" Someone whispers.

You don't know their voices well enough to decipher who is who, yet, but their conversation actually warms your heart a bit.

"We didn't, did we? I only found it to be slightly amusing, and cute..." Another voice states.

"Yeah, it was cute, t-the dog I mean..."

Ooh, they think you're cute. Nice.

You decide that you should stop eavesdropping and go ahead and start moving the couch. Or try at least.

At first, you try pushing it, but the carpet simply doesn't allow for it, so you instead try to pull it, but that doesn't work either. Then, you crouch down and manage to lift it slightly from the ground, and so you, still gripping the gap beneath it, slowly walk back with it a few steps. You only manage to make it about 3 feet before you have to take a breather though.

You do that 4 more times, and eventually, you make it to the still-open, door. Once you get it there you stop and lean against it, panting quietly from the exertion.

For about a minute you stand there, and once you've caught your breath somewhat you lean back down and lift it as much as you can again and begin dragging it backward. You make some grunting noises from your effort and breathe out loudly when you drop it 2 feet later, standing up straight since the position is making your back hurt.

You bury your head in your hands and groan dramatically, "I'm a failureeeee!"

"Are you okay?" Someone says behind you suddenly.

You turn your head a bit and see one of the brothers, the brown-haired one, Kili you think (or was it Fili?), on the stairs looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, so you drop your hands back to your side.

"Just peachy. Do you need help with something?" You ask, wiping your hands on your jeans.

He shakes his head no, then glances at the heavy couch you're trying to move. "No, but it looks like you do."

You look down at the couch, then back at him and shake your head, "No, no I've got this. I've just gotta bring it across the hall over there." You point towards the end of the catwalk, but your resolve diminishes slightly when you realize just how far it is. Of course, you don't retract your denial since you don't want to look stupid. "All good over here."

You turn your back to him again and go back to your little system of lifting it slowly, pulling it back a few feet, then dropping it.

Honestly, it's painful to watch.

He then asks again, "Are you sure... you do not need help?"

You shake your head 'no' and don't bother turning or answering verbally this time (definitely not because you're out of breath), instead you just do the same process again and finally pull the damn thing all the way through your door.

"S-See? I've got it all under control!" You look over at him with a weary and very unconvincing smile. Damn, you don't even believe it yourself.

"Hey Fili, come here!" He calls suddenly, not acknowledging your assurance that you're all good.

Oh great, now they're gonna watch you fail together and make fun of you.

You huff indignantly and turn away, moving to pick it up again and, hopefully, arrive at your destination before you can be embarrassed anymore today.

Heavy footsteps ascend up the stairs and you groan internally, but continue nonetheless.

"What is it?" You hear him ask Kili (now you've got it), "Oh, uh, what is she doing?"

You do your best to tune them out and just go about your business. When you drop the couch this next time, though, you kinda just stand there for a moment and wait for your back to stop hurting.

A voice then pipes up next to you, "Allow us."

You look down at the blond dwarf with surprise, not having heard him approach, "Um, I don't know if you'll be able to..." Your eyes drift over to Kili (you know that's his name for sure this time) who is at the opposite end of the furniture, and when he lifts it, it goes up much higher than what you managed.

How is that even possible? They're smaller than you are! In height, at least... Okay, actually maybe it does make sense since, as stated 5 days ago, these bitches are thicc👌.

"Okay." You don't see the point in arguing any further and just step out of the way (plus you hate physical labor), watching as they carry the whole couch to the other room in record time. Now you just feel silly, having so adamantly refused any assistance when the job effort was cut in half in literal seconds.

After a few moments of just standing there, you follow and go into the room, seeing that they've already placed it in a free space in the room.

"Is this alright?" Kili asks, looking over at you with a slightly smug expression.

You just nod dumbly, looking between them and the couch a few times, "I don't...," you pause before you finish that thought, squinting at the couch, "Move it a little to the left."

They do just that, and when it's done you smile brightly, "Looks good. Thank you."

Fili opens his mouth to say something, but a loud knock on your door and barking from Copper and Yeti silences him.

You spin around on your heel and look downstairs frantically at the entrance, seeing a distorted figure through the wavy glass of your front door. Your eyes go wide, and you turn back to the two brothers, "Don't go outside!"

You then race downstairs, the two following close behind, and wave everyone looking at the door over to you, "Go hide over there," you point to an area out of sight from the front door. You smile and say, "Good boys!" out of habit, but another knock keeps you from getting embarrassed.

You start to run over to the door, but pause and run back to say, "And don't leave this area. I don't know who's here."

A louder knock resounds throughout your main room, and you yell, "I'm coming! Just give me a moment!" Once they're all hidden away, you make your way over and open the front door.

Your face falls immediately, "Erick... what are you doing here?" Suddenly all the confidence and joy washes out of you, leaving nothing but a barren wasteland of confusion and dismay.

The man at your doorway, Erick, looks down at you with a blank stare, then down at your dogs. A smile comes to his face and he says, "Hey, Copper! I've missed you, buddy!"

Copper doesn't go up to him, instead he growls a bit and you feel satisfied about it. Yeti just turns away and goes to where everyone else is hiding, no doubt to look for Bilbo.

Erick steps forward a bit and goes to pet him, but you snap, "Hey! Leave him alone. What do you want?"

When you ask what he wants, he steps back out onto the patio and glares at Copper briefly before looking back at you, "I just came by to see Copper, is all. He's my dog too you know."

His words make your blood boil, but you try to keep your cool and instead shake your head, "No, the moment you raised your hand to him he was no longer your dog. And I doubt you made a trip all the way here just to see him. Just tell me what you want so I can get back to my day."

His fists clench at his sides and you unconsciously flinch but maintain eye contact. "Fine, you're right. I came to take him back home with me."

"What?" You ask incredulously, looking down at Copper's sweet face, then back up at him. "Yeah, no way, he's my fucking dog."

"Yes way, he was our dog, and being as I bought him for you and paid all his bills before you began this worthless animal sitting shit, I have more of a right to him than you." His voice sounds so smug, and his smirk makes you sick to your stomach

"You only bought him for me because you needed something to make me stick around." You argue, "Why are you doing this now? Why not last week? Or tomorrow? Or literally any other time? Why did you have to come by without even calling me in advance?"

He crosses his arms and leans forward intimidatingly, purposefully looming just to unnerve you, "Because I want my dog back."

Oh, you know exactly what he's doing. Copper is precious to you in more ways than one, and after your not so great breakup with this slimy bastard, he looked for every way to piss you off and fuck you over. You can't count on two hands how many times he threatened Copper's well-being just to force you to do something. He thinks that by taking Copper now he can psych you out and make you come back to him. And, well, he probably can, but there's no way you're going to just give Copper to him.

"Over my dead freaking body." You snap back, crossing your arms much like he did, "I can pay you back for everything in cash, but he's not going anywhere with you."

"Yes, he is. I've got the receipts to prove it too. Give him to me or I take you to court."

Oh, this fucker.

"Then fucking take me to court!" You stand your ground and shake your head, taking a calming breath so you don't explode, "Why can't you just leave us alone? Copper is my dog, I love him so much, and you know that! I'm sorry I broke up with you and it hurt your feelings, but you have to leave him out of this! Isn't there something else I can give you? Like my money?"

"Well... I suppose I can make this all go away." He suddenly says, a smirk curling upon his lips and he leans down slightly.

You don't dare hope that he's going to say something rational. "How?"

"Just let me take you out on one more date, I'll show you that I'm not that guy anymore." He attempts a 'sweet' and 'apologetic' smile, but you can see right through him, "I didn't even mean to hit him anyways." Just as you expected.

You lean back when he gets closer and your nose scrunches up distastefully. "Um, yeah, you didn't mean to hit him because you meant to hit me, or did you forget about that? I'm not going anywhere with you. End of discussion." At this point, you've completely forgotten about the 14 people hiding not 20 feet away. You're just so damn angry you can't even think straight.

"Then I'm going to take him back home with me. And if he happens to get out and run into the middle of the road... well, my dog door doesn't lock, as you know."

You recoil at his hateful, disgusting words and feel a spark of emotion shoot through you, "I w-won't let you take him. He's been through enough because of you!" In a way you're expressing your own frustrations through Copper, speaking about him in a way that conveys what you're actually feeling too. "Please, Erick just leave us alone. I can pay you back for the things you got him, that way you haven't lost anything."

"Except for you." He tries to sound disappointed and regretful, but you know he isn't. He isn't. "You know I love you..."

For a split second you almost believe him, but you shove that trust away as soon as it appears. It took you a long time to get to where you are today, and you're not about to relapse and start forgiving him again now. "You don't love me, Erick, you love to control me. I left, and that's your fault!"

"If you won't get back with me, then give me Copper and I'll leave you alone."

Great, an ultimatum.

Yes, having this prick leave you alone for good would be wonderful, but sending that innocent fluff ball with him is a death sentence. You don't know what he did to him when you weren't home if he did anything at all, but you loathe the thought of Copper being at his mercy (mostly because he has none).

Copper was the only ray of light in your dark life then. He was your only solace, your beacon of hope, and your only ally when Erick made you drive everyone else away. In some ways, you'd first die then part with him.

"No! I already said I'm not going to give him to you! You only gave him to me so you could use him against me anyways! You don't love him, and you don't love me. You're crazy."

He glares daggers into you but doesn't reply to that. Then steps to the side and whistles, "Copper, come here."

Copper's ears twitch, but he doesn't move to get up. He's scared.

When Copper doesn't move Erick begins to step inside, but you get in front of him and glare up at him, "Hey! You can't come in here, Erick!"

He doesn't move at first, clearly not having expected you to stand up to him physically like that.

"This doesn't have to be difficult, Y/N. Just give me his leash and we'll be on our way."

"Over. My. Dead. Body!" You repeat, reaching back to push Copper away a bit and urge him to run off.

"That can be arranged." He hisses, a dangerous glint gleaming in his eyes.

"Hey, g-get away from me!" You shrink back and start to step away, but he reaches up and grabs your wrists, causing you to physically cringe when his skin meets yours. "D-Don't touch me!" You cry in alarm, hearing some shuffling from the very place you hid your new friends. The new friends that you instructed not to come out. Copper stands up when you start to shout and he barks at Erick, but he only ignores your good little floofer and shakes you a bit.

"You were so much better when you listened!" He snaps, releasing one of your hands to grab your face in a bruising grip.

"Stop!" You yell louder, voice slightly muffled and intended for both him and the no doubt distressed dwarves and hobbit. One of your knees comes up almost on its own, and though it doesn't quite hit it's target, it does hit his stomach. His grip on you loosens, so you wrench your wrist from his grasp and shove him backwards out your door, causing him to land on his butt on the wood deck.

"Did you really just do that?!" He screams, staggering to his feet with murder in his eyes as he moves to come back inside. "You're gonna fucking wish you-"

He reaches towards you, but you slam the door on his fingers before he can come any closer or finish his threat. A loud cry of pain comes from in front of you, but you slam your door instead of going to look. You turn all the locks quickly and step back from it, tripping over your own feet and falling on your butt much like he did when he starts to bang on your door from the other side.

"Give me that damn dog, Y/N! I will get a judge involved! I'll sue you for assault and robbery!"

He continues to scream and break things outside your door, and at some point you wrap Copper up in a tight hug, sniffling softly from a mixture of both relief and fright.

Erick screams every curse in the book. He screams violent threats against your animals, describing what he's going to do if he ever get's his hands on them, all the ways he's going to hurt you. How he wants you to die, and how he'll kill you if you ever cross paths again.

You don't know how long he goes at it, yelling these hateful and threatening things at you and your poor animals, but eventually, he quiets. With one final kick at your door and exclamation about how he's going to get you for this, he leaves.

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest, and you're unable to move for a little bit until Copper's cool nose presses against your cheek gently.

He's shaking (or maybe that's you), you notice, so you stroke his head gently and mumble, "Hey, it's okay sweetheart... It's okay." You don't know if he can understand you, but your voice seems to calm him regardless. Despite being slightly traumatized, you're actually a little proud of yourself for standing up for yourself and Copper like that.

More shuffling registers from behind you, but you don't turn to look. You don't want them to see your tears, even if you consider them your friends. People are horrible, and when they see someone like you as you are now they either pity you needlessly, or see someone they can take advantage of. And you're done being taken advantage of.

You just continue to sit there on the ground, hugging Copper's fuzzy head to your chest while you whisper comforting things to him, sniffling occasionally while you wait for your violent trembling to cease.

A few minutes pass of complete silence, you could probably hear a fly landing on something with how quiet it is. There is nothing you loathe more at this moment then having to face the people behind you, but you stand up anyways.

"Miss Y/N?"

Ah, you recognize that voice. It's the hobbit Bilbo, and it sounds like he doesn't know what to say.

You ignore him calling your name and just dance around the topic and try to make a joke out of it by stating, "W-Well that was awkward, wasn't it? I didn't think this is how our day would go." You don't turn to face them, shoulders stiff while you look at Copper's sweet face and try to keep your tears at bay, "I... I don't feel so good all of a sudden. I think I'm going to retire early tonight." Your voice is soft and weak, heavy from crying, and you just feel humiliated all around (especially at the way your voice breaks when you attempt a laugh).

You turn slowly and force a smile, one much too bright and cheery to be paired with your puffy eyes and heart-wrenchingly frail demeanor. "H-Help yourself to my kitchen."

You cannot stand the expressions on their faces, even the half-deaf one heard everything, so you turn your gaze down to your feet and, without another word, make a bee-line for the stairs and practically run up them with Copper and Butterscotch on your heels. Even Yeti follows after you. "Good night!" You rush out before slamming your bedroom door, avoiding the same 14 pairs of eyes still trained on you.

If you had taken a little longer to look at them, you would've seen more than pity though. Some of them held anger, some looked sad and empathetic, and some were simply shocked or upset themselves. They've seen nothing but the strong-willed and funny part of you, so seeing that...

It seems that your distress has affected the mood of this company quite a bit more than you realize.

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Sorry Bilbo!

I’ve been gone for a long time, sorry about that!!

You like Thorin. There’s a mutual respect between you and for the past few days (weeks but it’s been on the down-low). You have been pushing Thorin to talk to you more and more, waking up early with him, scooping just a little bit more food into is bowl, offering to take up watches and wash the dishes, and while this definitely caught the attention of the entire company (Bilbo not included) it certainly hasn’t been picked up by the Dwarf King, one of the sharpest yet most oblivious people you know. And that’s how you started your day, waking up early and gently waking everyone else before Thorin could kick them awake. You then had Bilbo help you make up a quick breakfast and get everyone on their feet and ready to start the day.

Balin was the first to wake after you, and though his eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, he can still see the stolen glances you take in Thorin’s direction, so when Thorin does wake, Balin sits down next to his king, but in this moment, his friend.

“Are you oblivious or just cruel, old friend?” Thorin blinks, not fully understanding the question.

“What do you speak of so early in the morning?” Balin sighs and smiles.

“The lassie. She isn’t exactly being subtle about anything.” Thorin begins to roll up his bedroll.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Balin just shakes his head and pats Thorin on the shoulder before walking away and muttering under his breath, a big smile on his face.

“Poor oblivious man.”

On the other side of the camp, you’re sitting with Bilbo, taking your time in tying the water skins to your belt, so caught up in your little world that you don’t even notice yourself letting out a dreamy sigh. Bilbo looks at you and quirks an eyebrow, puffing into his pipe as he does so.

“Something on your mind, (Y/N)?” You don’t even mean to glance up at Thorin, but all you’ve been thinking about for the past ten minutes is how Thorin reacted to being woken up. You had to be gentle, of course (Thorin is a warrior always on guard), so when you woke Thorin up, you had to catch his dagger. Thorin was confused, still mostly asleep but it only took a few words of reassurance and then, for some odd reason, Thorin and his sleep clouded mind tucked his cheek into your hand and gently kissed your palm, saying:

“Good morning, Amrâlimê.” After which he dozed, leaving you with a bright red face and fingers tangled in his hair. As soon as you were able to slip away from Thorin, you had to take a good long while to settle your beating heart and cool your flaming cheeks before you could actually wake the rest of your friends.

Bilbo’s eye catches yours and he’s quick to follow your line of sight to see Thorin. His eyes move away from Thorin who’s standing with Balin, discussing something or the other, and back to you. Bilbo sputters on his pipe and he stands. You, confused and concerned, stand also, trying to comfort your brother out of his coughing fit, but all Bilbo does is wave the mouthpiece of his pipe in your face.

“No. Absolutely not. I do agree, and as your brother, I forbid you from doing anything with that man.” You make an offended sound and knock Bilbo’s pipe away from your face. You feel your cheeks flush as you glance over Bilbo’s shoulder and see Thorin looking your way.

“Excuse you, Bilbo, I think I will do whatever I please, thank you very much.”

“I am your brother-”

“Not my father.”

“If he was here he would agree with me. You are being reckless and you should have never come, you are in constant danger, and now you’re throwing yourself at some-some-some dwarf who you’ve only just met!” The resounding sound from the back of your hand against Bilbo’s cheek completely silences the entire camp as everyone stares in shock. Bilbo stumbles back into the arms of Ori, but he’s quick to his feet and storms towards you, furious. You don’t back down, puffing your chest and staring him in the eyes. As Bilbo approaches you with determination, Thorin steps forward, quickly placing himself between you and your brother. Bilbo huffs, staring behind Thorin and to you, and you do nothing to hide your vicious glare.

“Bilbo. That is enough. You need to calm down.” You bite at your lip as Bilbo cowers under the mighty stare of the King, and you feel tears pick up in your eyes.

“Thorin,” You gently place a hand on his arm. Thorin looks down at you, but you don’t look up at him, tears welling. “It’s okay. I was the one that hit him.” You look up at Bilbo who’s shoulders relax at the sight of your tears. “I’m sorry Bilbo.”

“(Y/N)-” Bilbo steps forward and you take two steps back, quickly swiping up your bag and making your way into the surrounding bush.

“I’ll be back.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry!” Bilbo tries to run after you but is stopped by Thorin’s arm.

“Master Baggins.” Thorin gently pushes the burglar back towards the camp. “I will go after her. I do not think it wise to continue to ignite the situation.” Bilbo wants to protest but he knows that Thorin is right, and that he shouldn’t have said those things to you during your argument, because in all honesty, Thorin is a respectable dwarf who would never do anything to you, but you are Bilbo’s little sister, and he didn’t want you coming for fear of you getting hurt or dying, and now he can see that you aren’t so little anymore and that scares him, so Bilbo just sits down with his back to the company and relights his pipe, muttering angrily to himself.

Thorin, true to his word, quietly follows after you, stepping carefully through the undergrowth trying to find you before something else does. He follows gently in your footsteps, careful not to lose the very angry trail that you’re leaving behind. As he approaches you, he tries to make himself known, as to not startle you when he called for your attention.

“Who does he even think he is? I’m not a fauntling, I make my own decisions!” Thorin hears the distant clack of a rock being thrown, and as he enters the clearing that you’ve sat yourself in, he sees you lob another rock an impressive distance followed by some angry mumbling as you search for another rock. Thorin, despite himself, smiles and picks up a rather interesting looking rock - valueless, but with pretty colors that he thinks you’ll like.

“Try this rock, I think you’ll like it.” You flinch, startled.

“Thorin!” You exclaimed. “You scared me!” He smiles.

“Apologies, that was not my intention.” He offers the rock to you and you gently take it out of his hand, turning it over in your palm. You look it over, but instead of throwing it like you have all the other rocks, you pocket it. “You know it’s not safe to be out here alone.” Your cheeks flush red and you look away from him.

“I know, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” Thorin hums and for a minute neither of you say anything.

“If I may ask, what happened to upset you so?” You look at him but don’t say anything, and for a brief moment, Thorin’s stomach twists in fear that he asked a personal question. You haven’t even known each other for long, of course you wouldn’t want to answer that. Mahal, you must be feeling so uncomfortable right now-

“Bilbo doesn’t see me as an adult. He treats me like I’m a faunt.” Thorin almost sighs from relief. “I mean, I’m an adult, I’m capable of making my own decisions! I don’t need him interfering with my life and the choices that I choose to make!” You pause for a second, hand reaching into the pocket with the rock. You fiddle with it for a moment, staring out into the woods. “Like I know that he’s trying to do his best, cause we’re the only family that we have, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t take care of myself. He didn’t even want me to come with him! It’s ridiculous!” You sigh. “I’m sorry, I just dumped a whole lot on you, didn’t I?”

“It’s alright,” Thorin assures. “Sometimes you just need someone to talk to. Though I don’t think you should have hit Bilbo.”

“I know!” You bury your face in your hands, the tips of your ears turning a burning red. “He just made me really upset, and I would never even do that! But he was talking about my love life like that’s something that he gets a say in, and I-!” You sigh. “I don’t know. I need to apologize to him, I acted brash and rude, not very Hobbit-like of me at all. Perhaps I’ll bring him back a flower crown. He’ll like that.”

“Oh?” Thorin looks at you incredulously. “What will a flower crown do?” You seem to perk up at Thorin’s question.

“Oh, well you see, flowers have different meanings, but when you put them together, they can spell out a message like ‘I’m sorry,’ or ‘I love you,’. I don’t really know where to start looking though, maybe I can pick some while we walk, I don’t want to take up too much time.”

“Don’t worry about time. We have a river in our path, but because of the rain last night, it is probably too swollen to cross. We’ll be waiting around for a while anyways.” You look up at him with big round eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you teach me how to make a crown.”

“Really?” Thorin nods.

“A favor for a favor.” You smile up at him, and Thorin feels his heart jump as he returns the affection. “Should we get started?”

The pair of you are out in the woods for far too long, but time seems to escape Thorin as you ramble on about different flowers. He had no idea that they could mean so many things.

“My cousin, she’s a Sackville-Baggins - wretched woman - sent over twenty-four bouquets of orange lilies! Can you believe the nerve of her? Right after I helped her weed her garden too. Apparently, I pulled too many weeds and then her flowers started to die. To die! I had to tell her that that’s not how gardening works, and I even sent over a close friend of mine to help her out! He was very much obliged, but he was sent make in the same hour, and behind him, orange lilies!” Thorin hands you another blue hyacinth, which you take absently as you continue to talk, weaving it into the crown with ease. You managed to find a small field of different flowers, and you were overjoyed, grabbing Thorin by the hand and tugging him towards it to find a spot to sit.

“What do orange lilies mean?”

“They mean hatred. And she sent a lot of them, too. Let me tell you, she was not invited to afternoon tea that day. That showed her. Though she never formally apologized, she did send over one blue hyacinth, which was good enough for her apparently.” You tie off the flower and sigh, looking over the crown. “Do you think Bilbo will like it? I hope he accepts it, I feel really bad about the whole situation.” Thorin smiles gently at you, a smile that you do not see, but that’s okay.

“I think he will.” Thorin picks a white flower next to him. “What is this?” You set the crown in your lap.

“That’s a daisy.” You gently take it from him, your fingers brushing his. “It means innocence and purity.”

“And this?”

“That’s a daffodil. It means regard and chivalry.” Thorin lets you take the flower as he picks another.

“What does this one mean?”

“That flower is a white heather. It symbolizes protection.” You also take this flower, and you take a second to ponder a thought as you look over the flowers in your hand. “Thorin, is it okay if I make you one? A crown, I mean.” Thorin looks surprised.

“Only if I may make you one as well.” You grin.

“You don’t even know how!”

“Well I do have an amazing teacher here with me, don’t I?”

“That you do.” And then you set off, Thorin close behind, and yet again, time passes by much too quickly.

“This...is much harder than I thought.” You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his as you watch Thorin struggle to weave together steams.

“You’re doing great!” Thorin frowns. The flowers are falling apart and the band of the crown is loose.

“I don’t feel like I’m doing great.”

“You’re doing much better than I did when I first learned how to make crowns. At least yours is being held together, I couldn’t get mine to stay for two weeks!” You giggle as Thorin lets out a frustrated sigh. “Here, let me.” You carefully take the crown from his hands, fiddling with the stems for a second before giving a gentle tug to one, and then the whole crown tightens. “See? There you go, all better.” Thorin takes the crown back from you. He had taken a while picking out the flowers, asking you the different meanings. The colors of the crown clash, but you’ve reassured him many times that the colors don’t matter, it’s the message that he’s trying to convey that matters. The crown is filled with carnations and asters. Thorin thinks that it looks rather simple but you’ve told him that you think that it’s beautiful. Your crown, on the other hand, is one that Thorin envies.

It’s magnificent, full of different colors, each flower weaving in and out, creating a pattern on the crown so complex that once you think you’ve found it, another one appears. Thorin doesn’t know a lot of the flowers, and he can’t remember most of the meanings, but he does know that he’s going to wear it with pride. He does remember daisies though, innocence and purity, but he hasn’t commented on how many of those are in the crown. He sees the white heather and another white flower, one that you said was a gardenia. You said that it indicates purity and sweetness. Another flower thrown into the mix are the yellow acacias, but you wouldn’t tell Thorin what they meant.

“Well, I think I’m all done with my crown. May I?” You ask as you lift the crown that you made. Thorin smiles and tips his head towards you, and you gently set the crown on his head, trying not to think about how your fingers were tangled in his hair just his morning. The crown sits heavier than Thorin thought. He straightens out and you look at him with pride, and suddenly, Thorin’s hands are shaking as he lifts your crown. You also tilt your head, and Thorin sets the crown onto your hair, the softness not going unnoticed. You straighten back out and give him a goofy smile.

“Now we match.” Thorin smiles.

“That we do.” And then everything is quite, comfortable, and Thorin can’t help but think about how beautiful you look, with the sun in your hair and a smile in your eyes. His eyes flick to your lips, soft and full, and he’s leaning down, and then your lips meet his and the kiss is gentle and it’s sweet as you lean into him and the break for air only lasts for a second before you’re connected again, Thorin’s hands finding their way to your waist as your fingers tangle in his hair. His fingers hook under the edge of your shirt, hand smoothing over your bare stomach as his lips make their way to the crook of your neck. He tugs you closer, and you straddle him, settling into his lap with ease.

“Thorin…” You whisper, and it isn’t anything but his name, but it’s enough for him as he gently moves you to lay in the field of flowers beneath him, pushing up your shirt as you unclip his coat. He dips down again to nip at your neck as you tug at his hair and-

“Thorin Oakenshield you get off of my sister this instant!” Thorin is ripped away by the back of his shirt and you yelp in surprise.

“Bilbo!” Bilbo ignores you as he yanks Thorin up to his feet.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? To my SISTER?”

“Bilbo, I-” Thorin stammers as he tries to right his hair.

“Are you wearing a flower crown?” Bilbo turns to you. “You made him a flower crown? You’re wearing a flower crown?”

“Well, yes.” You hide your face the best that you can in your hair. “I wanted to make one for you, and Thorin escorted me-”

“He ESCORTED you? I wouldn’t call this escorting you at all! You made him a flower crown! A very obvious flower crown!”

“I did make you one!” You look to your side where you left it, only to see that it had been accidentally crushed. “But, um, it - uh..” Bilbo looks to the apology crown that you made him, and then back to Thorin, and then back to you.

“Does Thorin know what his crown means?” You flush deep red.

“Well, I mean, kind of?”

“Kind of? Kind of?!”

“Well I told him some of what it means, just not all of it..”

“And what does it mean, (Y/N)?”

“It means ‘I love you’..” Thorin looks to you, eyes wide.,

“That’s right.” Bilbo turns to Thorin. “And do you know what that means Thorin?”

“It means that she loves me?”

“And what do you feel about that?”

“Well I feel that I love her as well.” Bilbo looks shocked, looking between you and Thorin, before finally landing on you.

“You are so lucky that I came out here by myself.” He turns to Thorin. “If I catch you again, so help me Yavanna. You will treat her right,” Bilbo pokes a finger into Thorin’s chest. “You will love her, you will cherish her, and if you so much as make her cry..” Bilbo doesn’t finish his sentence but Thorin gets the picture.

“On my honor, I will love her as my Queen, and as my One.” Bilbo glares at Thorin a second more before he seems satisfied.

“The reason why I came out here was to tell you that breakfast is ready, and the group is looking for you.” Bilbo says as he turns away. You and Thorin share a look before you’re swept up into Thorin’s arms, and you laugh as you throw your arms around his neck. Thorin sets you down before cradling your face into a kiss.

“THORIN!” You pull away and look over Thorin’s shoulder to see Bilbo glaring at you.

“Sorry Bilbo!”

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The flower crown that Thorin is wearing means love, secret love, longing, purity, and sweetness.

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