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My Future Haunts Me - Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader

Title: My Future Haunts Me

Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader

Additional Characters: Oberyn (Mentioned), Ser Gregor (Mentioned), The Mountain (Mentioned), Tyrion's father (Mentioned), Shae (Mentioned), Cersei (Mentioned), Joffrey (Mentioned), and Jaime (Mentioned)

WC: 2,582

Warnings: GOT canon violence mentioned, banter, death mentioned, GOT stuff in general mentioned, friends to ???, angst, and light fluff

The cell Tyrion was stuck in was cold, and the bits of sunlight shining through the small, high-up windows did hardly anything to warm it up. The walls were dirty gray stone, covered with stains and dirt from who knows how long ago. There wasn’t even any furniture or other decorations in the cell. Only a simple wooden bed for him to rest and sit upon. It had been so long since Tyrion had watched Oberyn's duel with Ser Gregor and then his untimely death by The Mountain. Tyrion was horrified, his fate had been sealed. He was going to die.

The sun was setting in the sky, the cell darkening further, the air chilling. Shadows surrounded the youngest Lannister sibling as he sat on the uncomfortable wooden slab, trying not to shiver in anticipation of the cold that would soon come when the night arrived. His hands were clasped tightly together, fingers rubbing against each other in an attempt to keep himself warm. His lips were chapped, and his eyes and throat dry. It was quiet, aside from the voices he could hear in the far distance. A breeze of crisp air blew past him, making goosebumps appear along his skin, making him rub his arms and shiver once more.

"Cold?" A voice asked, making Tyrion snap his gaze around the room. His eyes landed in the dark corner of his large cell. Squinting his eyes, he could hardly make out the figure; he didn't have to look for too long though. Stepping out of the shadows, covered in a black cloak, hood raised, Tyrion could faintly make out the face underneath the hood, but couldn't see much more than that due to the darkness of the cell. "What have you gotten into this time?" At the sound of the person's voice again, Tyrion let out a sigh, casting his gaze to the side.

He knew that voice.

"Come here to mock me, have you?" Tyrion asked as he turned his head back over in their direction, a deep frown on his face as he spoke.

"Really now? After all these years..? Tyrion, do you really think so low of me?" You asked, sounding amused as you stepped closer, stopping to lean against the large wooden pillar in the middle of the cell. Pulling down your hood, you crossed your arms, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face as you peered at the young Lannister.

Tyrion had known you for a couple of years, meeting you once when he was at a celebration in Joffrey's honor. He had noticed you, standing in the corner, eyes wandering the room until they met his. He was slightly taken aback, your eyes were piercing, like daggers, sharp and intelligent.

Despite the intimidating appearance, you seemed friendly enough. You even smiled at him, and he felt his chest tighten at the sight. That moment, however brief it might've been, changed Tyrion's life. In fact, you made it impossible for him to forget you. Throughout the years, you and Tyrion had grown close, exchanging pleasantries when passing, and even conversing on certain topics a handful of times.

However, there was this sort of odd feeling Tyrion always got when around you. And it wasn't long until he figured out why he was feeling that way. To say it simply, you were a witch. Your magic and power were well-known to most people that you had encountered. And you were feared by many who fell victim to your wicked-witch ways. But to those you did not know, they simply thought of you as just a regular human being. But you were so much more. Your powers were not just any ordinary spell or hexes; they were something else entirely, something special. And Tyrion was fascinated with it and by you.

Though, it was not always easy. You and Tyrion had many different views on many different things which led to you both not agreeing and verbally fighting with one another most of the time you interacted. One thing was for sure, you were both stubborn, and most fights led to you disappearing or Tyrion leaving the room entirely.

He sat, unmoving, with still the same frown on his face and hesitance in his green eyes as he stared at you. "If there is one thing that I do know," He started, shifting slightly in his seat, "Is that you are not to be trusted."

Sputtering a laugh, you rolled your eyes, "Not to be trusted?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the man, "So I've played a few tricks on a few... Let's say, hardly innocent bystanders... It was purely harmless." You said, shrugging your shoulders innocently.

Tyrion huffed, "A few too many, I say," He retorted, glaring at you for being so dismissive, "Some of those who had been foolishly tricked by you, should not have had it done to them in the first place." The younger Lannister scowled, "You can't just turn people into puppets like that, not even for amusement."

"Amusement?" You repeated incredulously, letting out a little snort, "Oh, please. You know that they deserved it. I may be a witch, living a life led by darkness, but I know who is worthy enough for my tricks. In all honesty, Tyrion, dear, I’m doing this world good."

"Good? Is that truly why you did it?" Tyrion asked, looking up at you, "To punish Cersei with one of your tricks?" Tyrion asked, shaking his head, "You could have gotten hurt." He muttered under his breath, though you heard him.

"I can defend and take care of myself, Tyrion. You of all people know that of me." You responded matter-of-factly.

Tyrion sighed softly, nodding slightly. "I do not doubt that you are capable of taking care of yourself." He said, "It’s just-" He paused, trailing off. He took a deep breath in and out, closing his eyes briefly, and shaking his head once more. You hummed, looking around the cell. It was quiet before Tyrion spoke up once more, "Why have you come here?"

Your expression softened a bit, your gaze flickering over towards him and staying for a second before returning to where your feet rested against the floor. "I have come to see you, of course." You answered simply. Tyrion opened his eyes to look at you once more, and he was surprised to see the slight smile that graced your features. "I have heard about your young nephew's death. I know that you have been accused of it. Poison. I know that you have done no such thing..." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, and Tyrion continued to stare at you as you trailed off.

You did have a secret, you cared for Tyrion deeply. It was hard to ignore the feelings you felt towards him, even when you had tried. Ever since that celebration, your eyes locked on his... You were drawn to him, you were captivated by the sight of him. It scared you. You never wanted anyone to get close to you... Even if they were Tyrion Lannister. So you kept your distance, not wanting him to see how much he affected you, how much he meant to you. How much it hurt to lose him. This resulted in many arguments in addition to your other fights.

But you loved him. You knew it was true. And after you heard that he was going to die, after everything... You had to save him. You could not and would not let him die. You would do everything in your power to save his life.

"Why?" Tyrion's voice was soft, but firm, "Why have you come to see me?"

Letting out a sigh, you answered, "Whether you agree with me or not, I like to believe that we are friends. Even though we may not always see eye to eye on certain topics and issues... I still care... If something were ever to happen to you..." You trailed off and looked away from Tyrion. "I needed to see you. Even though I wish it was under different circumstances." Your voice was small as your words ended, glancing at him. Clearing your throat, you pushed off the wooden pillar, pushing past your nerves to look at him, "I have come to help you. To warn you. This whole world is going to hell." You warned him, "You need to know that your brother Jaime will be coming here soon. In the darkest of the night, he will arrive to help you escape." You spoke with a tone that told the younger Lannister that you were absolutely serious about what you were saying, you were not fooling around.

Tyrion's eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth twisted, "Jaime will come to my aid?" He asked, his brow lowering slightly.

You nodded, "Yes, but I must tell you that the events that follow will not be pleasant." Taking another step towards him, you bent down beside him, looking up at him as he stared down at you, "I can get you out of here, I can send you to Pentos or anywhere else that is safe that you wish to be. But I have seen the future, going with your brother will lead to disastrous doom for all those involved." He was silent as you continued, almost frantic but staying calm, "I know that I can not force you to come with me, nor can I make you not do whatever you choose. I only ask that you trust me. Please." You raised your hand to cover one of his.

At the contact, Tyrion’s green eyes widened ever so slightly as his gaze moved to your hand holding his, and back at you. Staring into your eyes, seeing the desperation and fear that you hid within. You had never seemed more sincere in your plea than you did right now. You were worried for Tyrion. You were worried about his safety. Why him? Why did you seem to care about him out of all people? His insecurities were murmuring in the back of his mind, it was hard to ignore it. "Tell me what will happen." He eventually spoke, his voice soft.

"I do not think I can tell you... But I can show you." And with that, he nodded. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes, dropping your head briefly, "Are you certain you want to see it? I... I do not believe that you will like it... I know for sure that you will hate it... Despise it... And therefore, despise me." You mumbled as you lifted your head back up. "I do not blame you if you do not go with me."

Tyrion remained quiet, mulling over your suggestion for a moment. He knew that, whether he liked it or not, you were right. He was going to hate whatever he was going to see. "I could not ever despise you." He assured you, his free hand covering yours in his, "But I must see what is to happen." He added.

Nodding your head slowly, you squeezed his hand gently, "If you insist." With his hand still in yours, you shut your eyes. Hesitantly, you connected your mind with his, and Tyrion watched as images flashed through his mind. Shae, his father, their deaths... Arriving in Pentos, drinking, depression clouding and swirling in his mind... Then darkness.

He opened his eyes, wide and stinging with tears; but he would not let them fall. You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit light-headed, as you felt his hand drop from yours. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was staring down at you with a shocked expression. "I am sorry," You whispered, not really knowing what else to say. "I... I did not mean for any of this to happen... I only wished to warn you."

He shook his head quickly, "It... I... No... No! That is not true!" His voice was filled with dread. You swallowed thickly, your heart clenching painfully in your chest at the agony that sounded in his voice.

"Everything that you have seen in your mind will occur if you follow him." You said, trying your best not to let your voice waver as you watched him grab at his hair and give it a forceful tug.

"And if I choose to go with you?" Tyrion questioned quickly, "How can I know that anything you show me is real? How can I trust that all that you have shown me is not one of your tricks?"

You frowned. "I do not think there is anything that I can do..." You spoke, defeated, as you reached for him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Tyrion stared at you with wide eyes, then lowered his gaze. "Do you not trust me?"

"Of course not. I should know better than to trust a witch." He murmured, and you dropped your hand as you straightened up again, staring off up at the window.

Shaking your head, you pulled your hood up over you; feeling foolish, "I would not lie to you. It is all true. What I have shown you will happen if you follow your brother, whether you wish to try and change it or not. It will always end up the same." You let out a sigh, your shoulders drooping, "I know you. I know of your affection for Shae. I know why you wish for her to remain alive and well. The very fact that you even tried to protect her during your trial shows that there is an abundance of love for her in your heart." You fell silent for a moment, thinking carefully. When you finally turned to look at him, you could see that he was watching you closely, listening intently. "I understand why you had decided to keep her safe; lying during your trial. She means quite a lot to you, does she not?" You asked softly, his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised as you continued, turning away, "If only you..." Your voice trailed off, not wanting to finish.

Tyrion shook his head, standing from the wooden slab and taking a step towards you, "I must go with my brother. If what you say is true... Even though I do not wish to even fathom it... I must." He looked up at you, and you nodded.

"I understand... Completely. If that is what you wish to do, I will not stop you." You spoke before raising your hands and unclasping the necklace you wore around your neck. Holding it by the chain, you offered it to him, dangling between your fingers. "If you ever are in need of me. Use this. You are an intelligent man, you will know how to use it when it's time." Reaching up, he hesitantly took the necklace, staring down at the silver chain and the green gem that hung from it. “I can assure you, Tyrion, after the many years we have known each other; that I am a witch you can trust.”

Tyrion looked up to ask you something, but when he did, you were gone. Closing his eyes, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, then placed the necklace around his neck before sitting back on the slab; lying down.

It wasn't even moments later when he heard the door to his cell open, his brother calling to him with a torch in hand.

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ORM!? YOU WRITE FOR ORM!?

*cough* ahem anyway... I was wondering you could write me an Orm fic, female reader where she works with the JL and she has to watch over orm at the end of the Aquaman 2 movie post credits. Maybe cute date to an aquarium If orm gets homesick?

I glad someone finally requested for him! I hope you like your fanfic! <333

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Whale Song - Orm Marius X Female Reader

Title: Whale Song

Orm Marius X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Clark (Mentioned), Bruce (Mentioned), Arthur, Damian (Mentioned), Orm's father (Mentioned), and the Justice League (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 5,189

Warnings: Somewhat enemies to lovers, mild cursing, movie canon violence briefly mentioned, post-Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom, during post-credits, italics used, book reference, banter, flirting, teasing, mentioned prejudice, slight angst, and fluff

You were upset. No, more than upset, pissed off. Annoyed. Furious. Normally you would get calls from Clark or Bruce, but never Arthur Curry - Aquaman. As his hologram figure shot out of your watch, you immediately frowned. Only having recently joined the Justice League, Arthur was known for causing a bit of trouble. You were both very different from each other. You were one for talking to people, and he liked using his fists.

But when Arthur called you, it normally meant that he wanted something, needed you to do something for him while he was stuck down in the ocean doing his Kingly duties. All high and mighty. Well, you were fed up. The last time he asked you for something, you were pulled into a small battle, and you owed him twenty bucks - you weren't one to bet, but against Arthur, it was hard to not take part. You loved to see his face when he lost. And he lost most of the time.

But you knew that you were a pretty sensible person to go to when anyone needed anything. You were bright and always mindful. You were brilliant, having gone to Harvard before moving to the big city - Metropolis.

It wasn't long after you found yourself in the company of the world's strongest heroes. With your intellect and specific set of skills, both Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne thought you could be an invaluable member of the Justice League. Though, instead of fighting on the front lines, you would offer advice and wisdom when needed - along with helping the team with the tech that you created.

So, it didn't come as a surprise when Arthur called you on your 'Super Watch' as you called it, when you made it for you and the team. He came to you when he needed advice, which was a lot. If it had been anyone else, you would've been more than willing to help. But it was Arthur. However, you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"I need to cash in that favor." He said. There was no greeting - no pleasantries. Just straight to business. Like he usually did when he needed something.

You rolled your eyes. If only you hadn't asked him to take you to see a Humpback Whale - him with his Kingly Atlantis powers. It had always been a dream of yours, and why wouldn't you take a chance to experience something new and amazing like that? During the time, in awe of the giant Humpback before you, asking for that favor was totally worth it.

However, at the moment, you didn't want to know what he wanted. There were so many things that he could possibly want. But, it was the weekend. Saturday. Not the day for you to play babysitter for some superpowered superhero. You already had to watch over Damian Wayne. You loved the kid, but you didn’t really think babysitting was your thing. "What do you want?" You asked, not bothering to mask the impatience in your voice. "I have a book I need to get to..."

"I need you to watch over somebody for me." He answered, seemingly aware of your impatience as he continued with a small grin on his face, "I believe that you heard that my brother has joined the surface world. He'll be needing some help adjusting and I think you-"

"Oh, no, no, no," You interrupted, shaking your head as you glared daggers at the hologram before you, "I am not babysitting your murderous brother." You ran a hand through your hair, "Do you know how much damage control I had to do when he tried to kill us surface-dwellers? It took me weeks to fix all that he did - with little help by the way!" You pointed an accusatory finger at him, "I already have a tough time babysitting the supers, I am not babysitting him too."

He sighed heavily. "Look, I know that this is a bit of a big favor-"

You scoffed, "A bit?"

"And I understand that being around new people is not exactly fun for you-"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again, "Not just that, Art, I am not like you and the other supers. If your brother tries anything, I won't be able to stop him."

"He won't try anything," Arthur grinned, "He's changed, dude. He's not the same as he was over a year ago."

You nodded, taking another glance at the sky outside your window. "That's good if what you say is true." You agreed hesitantly. "If I am going to do this, and if," You emphasized, letting out a deep breath, "How am I going to find him in the first place? I don't know what he looks like or even where he is. On top of that, I don't even know what his name is."

Arthur gave a small nod. "His name is Orm. I believe he is residing in Metropolis at the moment. For the past couple of weeks, he's been going from city to city, with what little Atlantean money he has left on him. I'll send you a description of his appearance. That'll help, but I think you'll know it's him when you see him."

"Really?" You asked, resting your hand on your hip, "I'll know?" But, Arthur said nothing, only giving you that 'know-it-all' look before hanging up the hologram call.

Huffing, you dropped your hands, only to raise them to your face and rub your cheeks; overall pretty annoyed. Freezing, you cursed at yourself, forgetting to ask how long you'll be watching over this Orm.

~~~

Sitting on a small bench, you adjusted your open book, glancing down at the pages. But, instead of reading about a boy and his little sister who fell down a laundry chute and into a strange underground world, you let your eyes wander across the sheet of printer paper that you placed in between the pages. Hiding the fact that you were looking for someone by pretending to read. Your eyes scanned around the page slowly, trying to memorize what Arthur gave you. How could you possibly find this man? Especially with what Arthur had given you to help you find him? Metropolis was huge!

Looking up, your eyes quickly settled on someone in front of you at an outside restaurant, there was a man; tall - seemingly - and blonde; eating a burger. Immediately as your eyes landed on him, you knew. Arthur was right. This was definitely him.

You suddenly stood, shutting your hardcover book with a snap before walking across the street. Your eyes again locked onto his frame, watching as he continued to chow down on the large burger in his hands. It confused and unnerved you, but the closer you were getting to the man, the more your heart began to race. And it may or may not have been because you thought this Orm was rather attractive. Arthur's family had some good ass genes.

Before you could even figure out what you were supposed to say, you took a seat across from him; the metal of the chair's legs scraping against the concrete ground sharply. The younger Atlantean prince paused his chewing, his crystal blue eyes staring at you with confusion and obvious caution. You understood that if anyone sat before you while you were trying to enjoy your lunch, you probably would've reacted the same way.

"Hello," You began, immediately inwardly cringing at how awkward your own voice sounded, "Um, I'm Y/N." You watched as he continued chewing, though slowly, his eyes continuing to look over you; still wary. "I'm friends with your brother. He asked me to help you, uh, get used to the surface."

At that, Orm huffed, setting down his burger; annoyed. "I do not need any help." He spoke, his voice firm, but smooth; a shiver ran down your spine. “How did you find me?” Without another word, you pulled the paper from Arthur out of the book, showing it to him. Orm’s eyes widened before narrowing, “Is that supposed to portray me?” He asked, gesturing to the crude drawing of himself - drawn by none other than Arthur himself - you could tell that Orm was not fond of the portrayal at all.

You gave him a deadpanned look, mentally finding this whole interaction very funny - funnily enough. But, you still had work to do. "Listen, I don't really want to do this either. I'd rather be at home reading. But, I owe him a favor and I'm a woman of my word. I understand that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but you are technically a fish out of water in this situation. There are going to be things here on the surface that you won't be able to navigate." You let out a breath, rubbing your temple with two fingers, "So please, let me at least help you with a few things that are mandatory for those that live on land."

After a few moments of silence, Orm squared his jaw as he rubbed his hands clean of the burger's grease with a napkin. The silence between the both of you was unnerving and tense, but you fought through it, not wanting to back down. Even though you were rather annoyed by this whole fiasco, you were a good person, and you weren't about to let a guy with an attitude ruin things for himself just because of his pride or whatever.

"Fine." He grumbled finally, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "What must I do then?

"Well," You began, gesturing to the side of his burger where you saw a pair of bug legs sticking out, "We have a lot to cover."

~~~

For the next couple of weeks, you began teaching Orm about the surface world, though he was rather hesitant to follow your instructions. In the beginning, he complained and made small comments here or there, but Orm seemed to have noticed your no-nonsense nature. He didn't complain anymore after another firm talking-to, and you found out afterwards that he was a rather fast learner. He had no consistent place to live, moving from hotel to hotel, you knew he could only do that for so long; plus you knew from experience that some hotels were less than ideal to stay in, especially ones that were located near the center of the city.

Therefore, you decided that Orm staying in one of your homes, near the shore in California, was a more ideal option for him. And if you were being honest with yourself, you were beginning to enjoy the youngest Atlantean prince's company; far more than Arthur's, that was for sure.

During the time that Orm has been staying in your humble abode, you made sure to keep him up with the latest tech, which was far different than in Atlantis, you were sure. From the toaster, blender, microwave, and even computer, you made sure that Orm had at least some, if not all, basic knowledge on the appliances around the house. As said before, Orm was an incredibly quick learner, having mastered most of everything within a matter of days.

However, what you did not expect was for you to begin to like him.

~~~

It had been a long night. You were sending email after email to some of your closest contacts and employees, making sure that they were keeping your empire afloat all the while you were on your "vacation" away from Metropolis. Some of your employees tried to get you to enjoy your so-called vacation, but it was hard to just not check up on how things were doing.

It was well past midnight, reading and re-reading past emails, and checking your phone every now and then, waiting for the familiar notification sound to go off signaling a new text message to come through. You frowned as you set your phone down on the desk beside your computer, letting out a sigh. You leaned your elbows on the table, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands, tired and absolutely exhausted.

Standing up, you shut your laptop and headed to the kitchen, quickly making yourself a small cup of tea; praying that it would hopefully help you go to sleep. You silently wandered around your seaside home, faintly hearing the ocean waves crash upon the shore. Taking a small sip of your tea, you hummed as it warmed your throat before pushing the back door open and stepping outside.

The warm breeze made you smile, as did the smell of the salty ocean a couple hundred feet away from you. It was hard to see it, but you could see the moon reflecting off the waves. Resting your forearms against the wooden railing of the porch, you occasionally sipped your tea while enjoying the quiet.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The smooth, yet low voice asked, startling you slightly.

Raising a hand to your chest, you let out a deep breath as you swiftly turned to see Orm standing a foot or so behind you; arms clasped behind him. His eyes never met yours, the deep blues staring right back at the raging waves.

"Of course." You replied softly, as he did, turning to look back at the ocean in question, "It always is."

Orm wandered over, taking the spot next to you before speaking, "Do you enjoy the ocean?" He asked, his question surprising you slightly, but you didn't hesitate to answer.

"Yes." You replied, "Ever since I was a kid." Taking a sip of your tea, you swallowed before continuing, "I always lived in the city. I hardly got to see the ocean, we- my family rarely went to the beach. But that never stopped me from loving it." You shuffled one of your feet, the soul of your slipper slipping against the white wood. Looking up, you finally made eye contact with him, "What about you? I mean, you lived in the ocean most of your life, what's it like?" You asked, your curiosity clear in your tone.

He looked at you, his sharp eyes almost glowing from the moon's rays in the darkness of the night. "It is wonderful." He replied simply, looking back out towards the sea once more. "But, I cannot really describe it; it is not something one can explain simply." You gave a nod, as he shifted uncomfortably in his stance. "You had spoken that helping me acclimate to the surface was a favor owed to Arthur, correct?"

You nodded once more, "Yes, it was," You began, glancing over at him only to see that Orm was already looking at you, "Though, to be perfectly honest, his favor was much bigger than mine was." You chuckled lightly, scratching the back of your neck as you stared into his blue eyes.

He tilted his head curiously, "Is that so?" He questioned,

"Well, yes-" You bit your lip, shifting in your position as you glanced back at the horizon, "I just asked to see a whale."

At that, Orm raised an eyebrow, "A whale?"

You hummed in confirmation, "Yep, I just wanted to see a whale. I really like whales. And sharks. But I like whales the most. They sleep upright which is super cool. They are just so fascinating." You gushed, a bright smile slowly spreading onto your face before you cleared your throat, "I mean, you must’ve noticed. I have like ten paintings of whales in there." You finished, gesturing back at the house with a nod of your head, feeling a bit embarrassed by your small rant. Meeting Orm’s gaze once again, you swore that you saw a small smile on his face, but before you could fully confirm it with yourself, he hummed before looking back at the ocean.

"Was it all that you hoped?" He then asked.

"Yeah, definitely. When I was available, he took me to Maine and used his ocean magic to summon a Humpback Whale." The memory of seeing that whale made your chest swell with pride. You smiled as you watched the waves ripple gently across the sand. "When it breached the water, I felt as if I took my first breath. It was the nicest thing Arthur has done for me."

Orm felt a pang in his chest, a wave of jealousy washing over him, making him shift in his stance, his grip on his hand behind his back tightening. For the past month or so, Orm had grown accustomed to being around you, and he had found himself liking you quite a bit despite how much he disliked humans. It wasn't something he'd admit to anyone else aside from himself, but you managed to make him feel a little better, more relaxed, even. And, he actually enjoyed spending time with you. "Does Arthur do nice things for you usually?" Orm inquired, attempting to push down his jealousy.

You shook your head, "Nope, never." You laughed lightly, before placing both hands on the railing, leaning forward slightly, "He usually likes to tease me, you know, joke around. I find him annoying most of the time." You admitted, "But, I should thank him next time I see him in person." You yawned, grabbing your empty cup from the wooden railing with one hand as Orm turned to look at you properly.

"Thank him?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing together ever so slightly as you paused at the back door, your back facing him.

"Yeah." You responded softly, shrugging one shoulder, "If he didn't ask me to help you, I never would've met you." There was silence between the two of you for a few moments until you turned your head to look back over at him, meeting those same deep blue eyes that seemed to stare right into your very soul. You took the moment to let your eyes travel over his handsome features: the light stubble along his jawline, his blonde hair combed perfectly, the softness of his skin, and his lips. You could have stayed longer looking at him, staring at the man who unknowingly caused so much pain in your heart, but you could not allow yourself to continue. Instead, you quickly averted your eyes, clearing your throat awkwardly, "I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight, Orm." You said before ducking back inside.

"Goodnight, Y/N." Orm muttered, his voice low as he stared at the back door, where your figure had disappeared into, his blue eyes lingering on the door for a moment before he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. It wasn't long until he looked back at the crashing ocean, his eyebrows furrowed.

When Orm found himself living with you at your beach house, he did his best to keep his distance, avoiding you as much as he could when you weren't trying to teach him the ways of the surface-dwellers. His stubbornness was also partly due to the fact that he was brought up in such a way to hate surface-dwellers; to despise them as a whole, and everything they stood for. But, even still, he couldn't bring himself to truly dislike you. Despite the nagging of his father's words echoing in his mind whenever he was close to you. He felt... something towards you. Something different; something new.

~~~

The next morning, you were up bright and early, heading downstairs to grab yourself a cup of coffee. Humming a soft, upbeat tune, you shimmied around the kitchen as you poured yourself some coffee; adding cream and sugar.

Glancing around the kitchen, and tilting your body to the side to peer into the dining room, your humming came to a stop. Usually, at the time that you came down for coffee, Orm had already figured out how to make his breakfast. Which usually consisted of eggs, bacon, and tea.

Frowning, you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing at the clock on the wall before finishing up stirring your tea. Grabbing the warm mug into your dominant hand, you pulled the edges of your cardigan closer around you; the mornings were always so chilly, being so close to the ocean and all.

Stepping out onto the back porch, you paused. There was Orm, leaning against the wooden beam of your railing - just as he did the night before. He was dressed for the day, in the Surface-Dweller attire you helped him buy. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that he wasn't from the surface world, he fit in so perfectly. His forearms were resting against the railing, slightly bent at the hip, his stormy blue eyes staring off into the crashing waves of the ocean only a couple of mere hundred feet in front of him. You leaned against the doorframe, worrying on your bottom lip. He must have missed his home - Atlantis - you knew that he did. You couldn’t imagine leaving your home, being forced to never return, in fear of imprisonment or even death. Even though you and Orm had a pretty rough beginning, your heart broke for him.

Your mind raced with possible ideas of how to try and cheer him up, your eyes flickering down at the wooden porch floorboard, spotting bits of sand sprinkled around here and there from your many adventures from the shore. You allowed your gaze to flicker back to the Atlantean man, studying the contours of the side of his face closely, taking in every detail. His brows furrowed tightly together, his lips slightly pursed in deep thought. He was so... Beautiful. Especially as the morning sun filtered into his hair, shining upon the blonde strands, causing them to appear almost white.

You blinked for a moment, shaking your head slightly as you focused back on trying to come up with an idea to cheer the man up. And then, it hit you. A surge of excitement rushed through you, making your skin buzz slightly at just the idea. Making yourself known, you walked over, taking your place beside him as he had done last night for you.

"Hey," You spoke up softly, setting your mug down on the railing, your fingers curling around the ceramic; warming them. "Good morning."

Orm turned his head, his gaze landing on yours before he returned his attention to the ocean, "Good morning."

You sighed, turning your gaze to stare at the ocean yourself, shuffling one of your socked feet against the wooden floorboards. "Have you eaten?" You breathed out, raising your cup to take a sip.

"Yes," Orm muttered, glancing at you briefly, "And you?"

You shook your head slightly, taking another sip, "No," You spoke against the rim of your mug, "I have not yet." You suddenly felt nervous, as the words that you had wished to say slithered on the tip of your tongue. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on an adventure with me?" You asked, turning your head to look back up at him, his eyes meeting yours.

"An adventure?" He repeated, raising a single eyebrow.

You nodded, unable to stop a smile from spreading on your face, "Yeah, well, I was thinking, you've been cooped up in this house for far too long." You placed your mug aside, turning your body to face him, your eyes bright. "So..." You trailed off, tilting your head to the side a bit - trying to read him, he seemed curious. "What'd ya say?"

"Where is it that you would like to take me?" He asked then, sounding curious and yet, hesitant.

"It's a surprise." You answered quickly - your excitement obvious - before grabbing your mug and speeding back inside. Pausing at the door, you braced your hand against the doorframe, looking back over at him. "You'll love it. I swear."

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"May I open my eyes now?" Orm asked as you helped him out of your car, his hand covering his eyes, as you had asked him to do. From stepping out of the car, Orm could feel the difference in the air; it was warmer out, and he could still smell the salt of the ocean. And yet, he had no idea where you were taking him.

"No yet," Orm felt you take his other unoccupied arm, your two hands intertwining as you led him away from your parked car towards what he assumed was the entrance of something.

Orm hummed, the hand over his eyes twitching slightly from the urge to just look, "You are not leading me to my death, are you?" He asked, his tone laced with amusement.

"Hmm, no." You played along as you pulled open one of the double doors, leading him inside, "I wouldn't have you stay with me, for almost four months, just to take you to some secondary location to kill you." Your words made Orm chuckle as you began to drag him further into whatever mysterious place you had taken him to.

As Orm followed blindly beside you, he tried to tighten his hearing, seeing if he could pick up anything around him. For the most part, he didn't hear any signs that anyone else might be around. As far as he could tell, it was only the two of you. He couldn't help but wonder, why the sudden trip? With a gentle tug, he felt you come to a stop, one of your hands dropping from his arm.

"Okay," You breathed out, "You can look now." Dropping his hand, Orm blinked his eyes rapidly, before they widened. So... This was where you were taking him. An aquarium. The water from the aquarium tunnel reflected on the walls in a kaleidoscope effect, tinting in stunning blues and greens. Fish, some sharks, and even a few stingrays of all species swam about everywhere. The underwater tunnel gave off a soothing atmosphere, as if the water itself was saying; 'Welcome.' His eyes followed the graceful movements of the sea creatures above, his ocean-blue eyes flickering from fish to fish, his lips parted slightly. You broke your gaze from the tunnel, turning to look up at Orm, your smile slowly dropping as you took notice of the expression on his face. It was hard to decipher it, your mind beginning to overwhelm you with 'what ifs' and terrible doubts. "Do you not like it?" You asked softly, your voice filled with uncertainty. Orm swallowed hard, but you continued, "I mean, of course, you might hate it." You began to ramble, running a hand through your hair, looking anywhere else but at him, "I mean, this is technically like a prison for fish. But, I assure you, I practically built this aquarium - all the fish have all the food they could possibly want, all the space-" Orm looked down at you, watching as you continued to stumble over your words, “I know you must have been feeling homesick, and I know you can't really go into the ocean, so I thought that you might like it here-”

“Y/N.” He finally spoke, interrupting your rant, “Thank you.” The words seemed to have easily slid off his tongue, his eyes softening as you stared up at him with those eyes of yours.

“So, I haven't upset you?” You asked, pulling your bottom lip under your teeth once more.

Orm shook his head, reaching up with his hand, his thumb gently brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth, freeing it; you felt your cheeks heat at the touch, your eyes fluttering momentarily as the warmth of his finger pressed against your bottom lip. “You have not upset me.” Orm tried to reassure you, giving you that smile of his that made your heart flutter. “In fact, this must be the best surprise I have ever received.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, your smile growing, and at Orm's nod, you sighed, “Wow…” Turning back to look at the fish swimming in the large aquarium glass around you, you spoke once more. “Beautiful, isn't it?” You mimicked his own words from two days prior.

"Yes," Orm muttered, "Very beautiful…”

Looking up at him, you were surprised to find Orm already looking down at you. You felt your breath hitch, again, unable to look away as his eyes bore down into yours with such intensity. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, a faint crease appearing on his forehead. The air around you grew thick, and it wasn't until Orm reached out, cupping your cheek with one hand, that you finally realized just how much closer your faces were than usual. And yet, you did nothing to pull back. Instead, you simply held your breath, your gaze locked onto his, as his thumb ran along your cheek, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair slightly, drawing you closer to him.

His brows furrowed deeper, his eyes darkening slightly as he gazed down at you. His lips parted slightly, a breath leaving him, before he leaned forward; his lips barely brushing against yours. Slowly, hesitantly, he closed the distance between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand slid down from your cheek to cradle your neck, keeping you close. Your arms wrapped around his middle, your fingers gripping tightly at the fabric of his sweater - you never wanted this moment to end.

The kiss lasted mere moments before you both pulled apart, unable to stop yourselves from smiling at each other. Orm felt an immense sense of happiness overtake him as his blue eyes met yours, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. "Arthur was right," He said - mentally hating the words that seemed to slip so easily from his lips - his hand moved to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing across the shell of your ear.

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, raising one hand to press his palm into your cheek, "Arthur was right about what?" You narrowed your eyes playfully, "He's hardly right about anything."

Orm let out a deep sigh, silently agreeing with you, "The surface world is not as terrible as I always believed and was told." He smiled down at you, his hand falling from your cheek to take your hand in his, "You have proven that. As well as Arthur.” You tilted your head to the side lightly, letting out another laugh before shaking your head; Orm's smile quickly turned into a small, anxious frown, "Don't tell Arthur I said that."

"I won't." You promised, your eyes crinkling as you laughed out your words, "He wouldn't shut up about it if I did." Orm chuckled as he nodded his head as you interlaced your fingers with his, "So..." You trailed off, "Do you want to see the rest of the aquarium? I rented it out for the next two hours. So, we got the whole place to ourselves." You waved your free hand in the air, gesturing to the long empty tunnel that led the way to the rest of the aquarium.

"Lead the way." Orm smiled, squeezing your hand in his own gently as he allowed himself to be guided by you; he would follow you wherever you went.

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Matchup - 4/12/24

I hope you like your matchup! <3 @averagetoyakinnie

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Harry Potter;

Sirius Black:

🍓 You met Sirius Black after he escaped from Azkaban, you being a professor at Hogwarts - teaching foreign languages - you joined him, Remus, Harry, and the others during the events before the Battle of Hogwarts; you joined in on my conversation (albeit a bit distant in the beginning), stating your piece, often getting straight to the point on some issues that needed to be solved

🍓 During the meetings at Sirius's old home, you got to know the eldest Black son (though you (and he) were a bit awkward at first), he got to know you - and when meetings ran on far longer than anyone could have predicted, you and Sirius would bring out snacks for the others; and when those snacks included strawberries along with the fresh fruit, you almost ate them all

🍓 You and Sirius didn't know when the two of your friendship began to become more serious, but it was becoming more and more serious the longer you spent alone time with him - after most meetings, you would stay behind, where conversations between you and Siri flowed beautifully; you'd both speak about your interests, like chocolate, shopping, stuffed animals, music, and the many languages that you have learned

🍓 It wasn't until things died down slightly that Sirius asked you on a date, though Sirius could not be seen out and about in the Wizarding world, you both had your first date in his home, having an indoor picnic - sharing stories, laughs, and chocolate strawberries that Sirius had whipped up for you; then after the small feast on his living room floor, the both of you decided to bake something together, which was its own ball of fun (which the both of you would become rather mischievous, rather fooling around and sneaking some cookie dough into your mouths before baking the rest) - which would then lead to eating warm cookies, cuddling while listening to your favorite music

🍓 You and Sirius would be a rather great match, both of you being chill and incredibly smart, while also being very out there and mischievous - you both are very optimistic, with life and otherwise, never thinking back or wallowing in the past, always looking ahead at the future, no matter how bleak your present is; just you and Sirius, against the world

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Hi, could I get a matchup with a guy from LOTR/The Hobbit and Doctor Who?. If it's just one fandom only, choose your favourite 😊 I'm curvy girl with long brown wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes. I'm compassionate, funny, loyal, homey, thoughtful, kind-hearted. I'm bilingual, an ambivert, INFP and Gryffindor. I have a curious mind, and I'm always up for an adventure. I'm very protective of my loved ones. Also I can be stubborn and insecure. I like reading, listening to music, exploring new places, stargazing, daydreaming, watching movies, walking in the forest, writing, taking pictures, the smell of the rain and Christmas is my favourite time of the year! ✨ Thank you so much!! <3

Hello! Of course, I can do all three! I hope you like your matchups! <333333

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Romantic;

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The Hobbit;

✨ You were simply exploring the world around you, near your little cottage home when suddenly, and without warning, thirteen Dwarves, one Hobbit, and one Wizard appeared - the Wizard (Gandalf) asked if he and the Company of Thorin Oakenshield could stay at your home for the night; you had a large barn, near your home that would be large enough for them all to rest in - being the sweet and kind-hearted person you were, you allowed them to stay

✨ That night, you made as much food for dinner as you could, taking several trips out to the barn where the Company stayed to bring them food; some of the members said that there was no need for the bountiful food, they had some brea and whatnot left in their packs - but you were kind... And stubborn (they took the food)

✨ Kili was the last to get his food, having passed the bowls of warm soup around - he loves to help out - and when you finally passed him the last bowl, your eyes met and you couldn't help but feel a spark between you as your fingers gently brushed against his

✨ You decided to have your dinner with the group, getting to know some (if not most - not getting much out of Thorin or Dwalin) of the Company - getting to know the names to the faces, what they were heading for, and what was to come in the future; by the end of the night, as most of the Company slept in the soft hay, covered in what many blankets that you had, you and Kili continued the conversation together quietly - you hadn't realized that the both of you had fallen asleep until morning

✨ It was hard to say goodbye, but as you gave the group some extra packs of food, and whatever else they needed, you had an idea; quickly wishing for them all to wait one moment before they headed back on their journey, you ran into your home - coming out with a packed bag, and a bow and arrow in your hands; Thorin tried to say that this journey was not one for a women, but as you skillfully, and quickly shot an arrow, perfectly piercing an apple in one of your apple trees, Thorin begrudgingly allowed you to come along (Kili, at the sight of your marksmanship, might've swooned)

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Lord Of The Rings;

⭐ You met Legolas at Rivendell when the Fellowship had just been created; (whether you were an Elf, Human, or otherwise, Elrond had taken you in as his own (you'd be friends with Arwen)

⭐ As you and Legolas were the only ones that use a bow (yeah, I'm sticking to this idea), but because of that, you and Legolas slowly began to talk about your shared interest in weaponry, and before you knew it, the both of you were seeing how many orcs you could take down with Gimli; that ultimately brought you and Legolas closer together

⭐ When Legolas has nightwatch, you stay up with him; often quietly talking - your favorite times were when Legolas told you about his home in Mirkwood, about his life there, and his childhood; you would return with your own stories of your life in Rivendell

⭐ By the end of the journey, you and Legolas were more so in love; and when the ring was destroyed, Legolas asked you if you wanted to begin courting each other (you said yes)

⭐ You and Legolas would then travel around Middle Earth together, traveling to nowhere in particular, just enjoying the time you had together

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Doctor Who;

🌌 You were just minding your own business when you heard a weird sound in your back yard - pausing your daydreaming as you were 'watching' a movie - you checked outside, spotting a blue police box in the middle on your backyard; then a man with messy brown hair, wearing a brown suit and coat came out confused but greeted you with a grin

🌌 He called himself the Doctor, and asked where he was, and you replied with the answer - though his next words confused you - something along the lines of 'Well, the TARDIS must have brought me here for a reason, do you need help?' Did you?

🌌 Before you knew it, you were running away from a giant flying creature that sort of looked like a dragon, but wasn't - and only a few days before Christmas; you then found out all about the Doctor, that he traveled through space and time, and you believed him (you did just run away from some sort of weird alien, and ran right into the TARDIS that was bigger on the inside

🌌 After defeating the alien that was tormenting your neighborhood, the Doctor asked if you wanted to join him on his amazing adventures - you wanted to go, you really did, but you didn't want to miss Christmas with your family; and so, the Doctor said he'd come back for you, it'd only be a second for him, and a few days for you

🌌 The Doctor did come back, a day after Christmas, and you joined him - flying through space and time, going to new worlds, seeing new creatures, meeting new people, and even falling in love; you loved traveling with the Doctor, and he loved having you with him, and he hoped that the both of you could travel together for as long as you both could

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Hi,first of all I want to thank you for the matchup.I never had someone reply to a request so fast and I loved it.

Could I ask for a comfort Logan x fem reader fic where she has to use the safe word during intimate time and she feels really bad about it? And aftercare?

I am so glad that you loved your requests <3 but I do not write anything NSFW, I write pretty very low-tier suggestive stuff, but I never really get into that stuff in my writing, I'm sorry.

Here is a link to my Fanfic Request Rules

#anon ask #request rules

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hii could i get a romantic and platonic ship for harry potter? i’m fine with anything. marauders era or after. i’m not picky. my pronouns are she/her, im 19, and i’m straight.

for physical characteristics i’m 5’6, have long dark brown hair, and blue eyes. i have glasses as my eyesight is quite bad but i rarely ever wear them. my face just isn’t made for glasses they don’t look great on me 😭.

personality wise i’m extroverted and i really enjoy meeting and talking to new people + making friends. i love long conversations and debates and i find the perspectives of others interesting, particularly when we have different views. i used to always talk non stop in my classes in school, and sometimes that would mean talking to my teachers for an extended amount of time as well. i just love being chatty i can’t help it. the only time i would say im not is when im upset or stressed. at those moments i get fairly dry. not snappy and rude or anything, but im not a joy to be around. my friends say i’m really smart but i’m just a good test taker and have to make sure all my work is done before i can breath properly. also i can’t handle change. from moving houses to buying a new lip gloss, i can’t do it without feeling like im being ripped apart.

i love playing the violin and piano, and i enjoy going out with my friends but will never turn down a nice night in (i love napping and watching movies with people it’s so good). i will admit though that im with my friends more than im alone. like a LOT more. i enjoy all music, but the artists in my rotation most frequently are the maria’s, the sundays, sade, and every 2000s artist. my fave movies are yi yi, the green mile, the shawshank redemption, and la heine.

my love language is physical touch and gifts, and i will always dress myself up. i mean hair curled, elaborate hairstyles, nails always done, heels, full beat, dresses, skirts, etc. i love cold weather and i will also never dress appropriately for it. the fit comes first. if i need to shiver a bit then i will.

Hello! I hope you like your matchups!

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Harry Potter;

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Platonic;

Hermione Granger:

📚 You met Hermione when in the Hogwarts library, you were studying up and getting ready for a test for Potions when Hermione came over and asked if she could sit at your table - your table was the only open one - and you agreed; you did not know much about the young girl, except that she was a Gryffindor, she was in fourth year (while you were in your sixth), and that she was friends with Harry Potter

📚 Before you knew it, you and Hermione were chatting, about classwork, classes, friends, and even some small topics that you both debated about - you were greatly impressed by her intelligence, you loved having conversations with people who understood your mindset intellectually (if that makes sense); you both have great conversations, and you both end up becoming friends

📚 You felt that Mione looked up to you, (she did), she'd often ask you for your opinion on things, friend-wise or school-wise, and you would both meet up in the library to work on school work together; more often than not, talking about interesting spells, potions, and magical creatures

📚 You also often have 'girl's night out' where you and Mione would go out to Hogsmeade on the weekends, walking around the small town, maybe shopping here and there, laughing, chatting, having a grand ol' time - you'd dress up, always having your hair curled (even during school), but wearing clothes that you felt more comfortable in instead of your usual robes - sometime later, Hermione began to dress up with you, and did you turn heads... Yeah, you'll find out later

📚 You and Hermione are a great pair of friends, powerful even, your combined knowledge is beyond many - some people *cough cough* Ron doesn't blurt out insensitive stuff much anymore, especially when you are there; overall, you and Hermione are the personification of girl power

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Romantic;

Fred Weasely:

🃏 Fred was whipped, smitten, overwhelmed by his infatuation for you - Fred first saw you in both of your first years, but never spoke to you until the middle of both of your sixth years; Fred was normally a very out there and confident guy, but he had no idea how to talk to you, and (hopefully) ask you out on a date to Hogsmeade

🃏 You were at Hogsmeade with some of your other sixth year friends, (Hermione couldn't come with, she wanted to study up for something), but you and your friends were having a good ol' time for a bit until Fred Weasley came sauntering over to your group; your friend giggled laughly, hushing their voices, and thennnnnn... Fred nervously asked you if you wanted to get a drink with him at The Three Broomsticks (you said yes)

🃏 You and Fred drank Butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks, talking about interests, school, and so on, and finally Fred confessed that he had been wanting to ask you out for a while - this surprised you a bit, but you were happy nonetheless, flattered really; by the end of the date (?) you and Fred both agreed to go one another

🃏 After becoming official, you and Fred would spend a loooooot of time together, attached to the hip, George joked that you were replacing him, but you and Fred had a lot in common; both being extroverted, friendly, funny, and fun in general - does George feel like a third wheel? Yeah, especially when you and Fred are just cuddling all the time, (he's happy for the two of you though)

🃏 Though you and Fred like to go out a lot with friends or just the two of you, a perfect night in is just as amazing - you and Fred would sit in the Gryffindor tower, either cuddling by the fire, listening to music with Fred's head in your lap, or Fred admiring you as you practiced your violin; you both are head over heels for each other

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