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Icy Encounter (Kristoff x reader)
Summary: reader owns a flower shop in the middle of Arendelles town square, one day she meets Kristoff and Sven who are in town with an ice delivery, resulting in an icy encounter.
Word count: 7,049
Warnings: Sleigh crash, other than that pure fluff.
A/n: I may have not written Kristoff's characters completely accurately, but I wanted to lean more into Frozen 2 Kristoff's personality where he's just a Lil guy whos all nervous and blushy and stuff, and not his frozen 1 personality where he's really off-putting to the people he meets for the first time. I'll def write that Kristoff personality in the future tho cause much love for my boy. This also didn't turn out exactly the way that I'd planned it, but I like how it turned out for the most part. I might go back and edit it in the future but it's alright for now. Anyway as usual all likes follows, reblogs, and comments are appreciated.
Also I am looking for beta readers to read my writing before I publish them, so if that's something you'd be interested in please checkout the pinned post on my profile.
I huffed pulling the rope that opens the window to my small flower stand in the middle of Arendelles plaza. Clipping the rope to the window frame when I got the window open I propped the door open and started unpacking the flowers I was going to sell that day. Arranging them in gorgeous bouquets and placing them in the buckets of water out front. Putting the leftover flowers in buckets so people could make their own bouquets, more personalized for their loved ones. I hummed a little tune as I set everything up. Giving a glance up to the sky, it was a clear day, perfect for selling. The warm air and sunny skies would drive people to the plaza stalls for merchants to sell their wares. I liked to get to my stall earlier than most of the other merchants just so I can get set up well before the market time rush. I tied bows onto a couple more bouquets before putting them on the shelves. I took a step back from my stand and smiled, perfect, as usual. I looked around the market square to see other merchants setting up their stands. I walked past their stalls looking at what was for sale, to see what I could get my hands on before the afternoon rush, making small talk with the merchants I knew.
"good morning holly" I waved passing by her bakery stand, as she placed a fresh pie next to her money box.
"good morning (y/n)!" She smiled waving me over. I backtracked my steps and walked up to her stall window. She wiped her hands on her apron quickly and disappeared to her cart before reappearing with a couple of blueberry muffins, which she placed in a bag for me.
"Oh thank you holly" my face lit up as she gave me the bag, "I did forget to eat breakfast this morning, so I really appreciate these" I pulled one out of the bag and took a bite.
"I figured you forgot to eat this morning" She laughed, "always up so early but you never take care of yourself"
"I know! I'm terribleee" I chittered spinning around, "these are delicious Holly thank you!!! Come by my flower stand and I'll give you a nice bouquet on the house!" I said over my shoulder as I walked away from her stall.
"Sounds good!" she yells back. I kept walking past the other stalls until I got to the docks at the end of the market square. Looking down I saw Harold one of the best fishermen in Arendelle, pulling his catch out of his boat and onto the dock.
"good morning Harold" I skipped over to his boat happily, and he looked up at me, his frown turning into a wide smile.
"Oh hello (y/n)!" His toothy grin spread across his face.
"need some help?" I asked and he nodded. At his nod, I walked down to his level and helped him carry his bag of fish up to his stall.
"wheres your usual help?" I asked him watching him cut the net and pull a fish out.
"oh, Stephan? his whole family's sick." He replied examining the fish he had in his hand before putting it in a bucket of water. He was dividing the fish up by type.
"Oh, that's horrible." I placed my hand over my chest and decided right then that I would make a big batch of soup to take to his family. I watched Harold debone some of the fish, and prepare them all in different ways. Before throwing them into the right bucket. Once one of his buckets was full I picked it up and walked to the front of his stall to place them on display. I noticed he hadn't received his Ice delivery yet, which was crucial to keep his fish cold enough to sell to people. I continued putting his fish out on display at the front of his stall.
"hey, Harold when does your ice delivery get here?" I asked, but never heard his response as my attention turned toward the screams and shouts coming from the other end of the market, where an out-of-control sleigh was hurtling towards the market.
"Watch out! move! go move! get out of the way!" The man in the driver's seat yelled waving his hands wildly as people scattered out of the way. I finally turned my attention from the sleigh to the direction he was going and to my horror he was spinning out of control right towards my flower shop. As if in slow motion, he got closer to my stall and I dropped the fish from my hands and ran toward my stall. The sleigh was pulled by a very frightened reindeer whose legs were scrambling in a futile effort to try and stop the sleigh before it crashed. I wouldn't make it in time, I closed my eyes as the sleigh made contact with my poor stall. And the crack of wood and breaking ice from the collision echoed around the market square. When I opened my eyes, I teared up a little at the sight of my poor stall. Broken flower stems lay scattered about the area, stray petals still falling through the air. I heard the groan of a man and the whine of a reindeer as broken piles of wood shifted with movement. A hand came out of the pile followed by a mop of sandy blond hair. Another groan of pain from the man as he pushed the wood off him and his companion. They emerged from the rubble and looked at my broken stall. Seemingly not having noticed me yet.
"My stall" I whimpered, not angry, just sad, my eyes filling with tears, as I sniffled. My sniffle got the attention of the man and his companion and they turned around slowly, the guilt on their face plenty evident.
"I'm so sorry miss..." the man trailed off not knowing my name. I sniffled again before introducing myself.
"(y/n)" I mumbled walking past the stranger and his animal to my stall. I picked up stray flowers off the floor.
"(y/n) right, well I am so so so sorry," the man said mindlessly moving his arms around and walking around to pick up scattered pieces of wood. His footsteps crunching on the ice on the floor. "Sven and I are so sorry, we'll we'll fix this" He rambled on, I didn't pay much attention to his words as I wiped tears from my eyes, and turned to face the man with a small smile on my face. I hated crying in public places, so I quickly changed the topic off my broken stall.
"Sven?" I questioned, wiping my nose with a handkerchief I found in my apron pocket, I finally looked the stranger in the eye he was kind of handsome I noticed, with sandy blond hair, accompanied by broad shoulders and huge arms.
"Yeah... uh Sven" He gestured to the reindeer cowering behind him, and I forgot my worries about my broken stall, and my thoughts about how handsome the stranger is my attention focused solely on the poor animal.
"Well aren't you the cutest thing" I cooed waving at him as he looked at the man for reassurance and then looked back at me and hopped over to me happily after realizing I wasn't upset with him. I reached my hand out to let him smell it, and he licked my hand, wagging his tail.
"Yeah, he was going too fast, and couldn't stop in time" The man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, watching me pet Sven.
"oh well I couldn't stay mad at you" I laughed petting Sven's head and scratching him behind his ears. "you were probably so scared weren't you buddy?" I asked lifting his head with both hands and kissing him right on the nose. He stomped his foot and wiggled his tail, nodding. "you poor thing" I kept petting Sven, and I was in a much better mood after petting Sven, despite my shop stall being in shambles. "I never got your name" I turned to the stranger, briefly stopping my scratches on Svens ears, which was met with a hoof scratching my leg and a small whine of protest. I smiled at Kristoff and his face reddened.
"oh yeah I-I'm Kri-Kristoff" He stuttered a look of surprise crossing his face for a second before he composed himself.
"I'd say it's nice to meet you but y'know" I laugh gesturing to my broken stall.
"yeah. don't worry, uh Sven and I will fix it. promise" He crossed his fingers over his heart, "and we guarantee it'll be better than before, right Sven?" He looked at his reindeer pal and bent down holding Svens head in his hand. "right Kristoff" he said making his voice sound funny.
"Thank you, Sven" I gave him a quick curtsy and laughed alongside Kristoff.
"Well, Sven let's get to work" Kristoff winked at me, rolling up his sleeves as Sven pushed me away from my broken stall with his antlers.
--Time skip to the next morning--
"Alright keep your eyes closed!" Kristoff announced from ahead of me, as I was pushed forward by Sven's antlers.
"They're closed, they're closed!" I laughed walking forward at Sven's nudges, keeping my hands over my eyes, feeling excitement bubbling up in my stomach.
"Alright Sven stop pushing her," Kristoff said standing right next to me and I felt Sven's antlers leave my back. I heard Kristoff step behind me and felt him grab my wrists with his hands, heat radiating off them. "You ready?" He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice, I nodded finding my words to fail me in my excitement. "alright then, open them" He pulled my hands away from my face and I opened my eyes. I immediately teared up at the sight of my new market stall.
"Oh, it's wonderful" I whispered breathlessly, blinking back the tears. The stall looked similar to my old one except this one was much bigger, and had a backroom area. They had even built a sign on top of the stall to draw people's attention.
"Do you like it?" Kristoff asked hesitantly coming to stand next to me, judging my reaction carefully.
"I love it, thank you!" I squealed throwing my arms around him and hugging him tightly. He let out a huge breath he'd been holding and hugged me back, I let him go pretty quickly realizing I had just thrown myself into the arms of someone I'd known for only a day. Even if he was handsome. Sven let out a loud bellow, and I turned to face him. "and thank you too Sven" I smiled and his tail wagged. He walked over to Kristoff and Kristoff pet him.
"well that's a relief, I'm sorry for crashing into it in the first place though" he mumbled sheepishly, avoiding my eyes after my surprise hug. "but uh hey you got a new stall out of it so!" He fell silent as we stared at each other for a little while before he caught himself staring and cleared his throat. "well Sven and I will be off now... we'll uh.. see you around?" he asked.
"yeah, you'll see me" I smiled.
"cool, cool, cool, alright well. let's go then Sven we'll leave her with her new stall." He started backing up still facing me and backed into a trashcan with a loud thunk. I giggled hiding it behind my hand. "who put that there" He murmured face going red, he looked back up at me waved quickly, and then spun around retreating into the distance with Sven. I giggled to myself turning back around to look at my new stall. My heart fluttering slightly at the thought of him building this just for me.
-Time skip a couple days later-
Kristoff and Sven definitely made good on their promise they rebuilt my stall even better than before and expanded it so I had more display shelves and even more room in the back for storage. Made it big enough for me to fit a table and chair in, and a stool behind the register counter. It was perfect, so good that it made me sort of glad they broke it in the first place. I would miss my old stall though, but my new stall stands out in the market. I hung some streamers from the stall overhang decorating my stall to attract more customers. After setting up the decorations I unloaded my cart of flowers and started to make the bouquets I'd sell to customers. I finished one of my rainbow tulip arrangements and walked to my table picking up the other bouquets I just made. Taking one last glance at them to make sure they were perfect I took them out to the front of my stall to put them in the buckets of water I have outside. I put them in the water and took a step back from my stall to admire it. All I had to do was put a few more flowers out on display and then it'd be perfect. I ran back to the backroom and arranged a couple more bouquets before deciding to just put the rest of the flowers out for people to make their own arrangements. After a few more minutes of putting single-type flowers in different containers, my display was finally all set up. I put all my leftover flowers in a bucket in the back and then got behind the counter to count the money in my register before my shop opened for the afternoon rush. I was in the middle of counting the coins in my register when I heard the scraping of a sleigh against cobblestone and turned my head to face the sound. Breaking out into a smile when I saw who it was.
"Kristoff! Sven!" I shouted waving the two of them over, I watched Kristoff smile and direct Sven over to where I am. "I saved you guys a spot next to me!" I beamed walking out from behind the counter to give Sven a couple of scratches behind his ears.
"Oh, thanks!" Kristoff smiled looking over the empty area between my stall and the next. I followed behind Kristoff's sleigh as he moved it in between the stalls. I helped Kristoff unhook Sven from his harness and Sven followed me over to my stand I scratched behind his ears a bit more before picking a singular flower from my buckets and tucking it behind my ear, then I picked another flower of the same type and split the stem wrapping it around one of Sven's antlers.
"Now we're matching" I laughed as even spun around in a couple of circles, "I'm guessing you like it" Sven nuzzled his nose into my hand his tail wagging, and I looked back at Kristoff to see what he was doing, only to find him already staring at me with a goofy grin on his face. Scrambling to look away once I noticed him staring. "Don't you have some ice to deliver?"
"yeah, I do, I better uh get going to uh deliver that uh um..." he trailed off.
"...ice" I finished for him
"yeah yeah, C'mon Sven" Sven shook his head in protest and sat down next to me stubbornly, I laughed and pet his head. "traitor" Kristoff mumbled furrowing his eyebrows.
"haha, it's alright he can stay with me" I pet Sven between the antlers and his tail started wagging. "If you don't mind of course" I quickly added.
"yeah yeah no I don't mind" he replied "I can just deliver the ice myself," he said trying to be nonchalant but failing. "don't you worry about it" He grunted slinging a large block of ice over his shoulder to carry to his first customer of the day. Sven and I watched him leave before looking at each other.
"Now just because I let you stay with me doesn't mean you get out of doing work" I smiled walking back to my store and he bleated mournfully following behind me.
--Time skip a couple hours--
By the time Kristoff finished delivering his whole sleigh of ice the afternoon rush was just beginning, and I put Sven to good use, when the children came up to my stall to pet him (free of charge of course) I allowed them to pick a flower for just a couple cents, and Sven allowed them to decorate his Antlers. By the afternoon so many of the children came up to buy flowers from us, that I had to weave them into his fur. By the time Kristoff came back, Sven was completely covered, and he seemed happy about it with the way he pranced up to Kristoff when he saw him and gave him a pretty little spin to show off his new look.
"wow look at you Sven" Kristoff laughed and Sven spun again.
"The kids helped me decorate him" I smiled, "oh that reminds me, here is half of the money he made," I said to Kristoff handing him a pouch halfway filled with coins.
"oh no I couldn't take this" he refused politely.
"it's not for you... it's for Sven" I laughed, "you can use it to buy him some carrots or something, but hurry up and take it I've got customers" I tossed the bag to Kristoff, and turned to address my customers, it was an old couple who always stopped buy at the end of their day at the market.
"Hello, Dorris, Hey Martin" I greeted them leaning on my counter, talking with them as I put together a bouquet made of the flowers they pointed out and picked. I made small talk with them waving briefly at Kristoff and Sven before they left.
--A couple days later--
It had to be the worst day of my life, it was valentines day one of the BIGGEST days of the year for a flower seller like myself, So naturally, I ordered at least two cases extra of every type of flower I usually sell just for today but it was just my luck that my shipment never got delivered. I couldn't open my stall with no flowers. I mean sure I have some leftovers from yesterday that I didn't sell but like, those are not nearly enough for a valentines day sale. I stood in front of my stall fanning my eyes so I didn't cry in public which would have been so utterly embarrassing.
"Hey (y/n)! How's it going!" The familiar voice of my now close friend Kristoff broke through my panicking, and I turned to face him obviously on the brink of tears.
"oh, Kristoff everything is awful!" I whined bringing my hands up to hide my tears, he quickly parked his sleigh next to my stall which had become his usual place and jumped off hurrying to my side.
"Why what's wrong? are you hurt? what happened?" He asked hurriedly giving me a small once-over to see if I was hurt.
"no no I'm fine" I sniffled "it's just that it's valentines day and-and it's my biggest day of the year for flower selling and m-my" my voice became wobbly as I tried to hold in my tears. He rubbed my back gently.
"It's okay, let it out" He comforted me, and I finally let my tears fall.
"My flower delivery was never delivered and I ordered tons extra today because it's the biggest selling day of the year!" I cried turning to him to cry into his chest. I heard Sven pawing angrily at the ground and whining mournfully.
"jeez, it's uh. It's gonna be okay. um, Sven shut up" He grumbled, obviously not knowing what to do.
"he probably wants to be let out of his harness" I sniffled backing out of Kristoff's warm embrace and moving over to Sven. I unclipped his harness and he walked towards Kristoff headbutting him playfully before walking back to me and nuzzling against me. "Oh, Sven what do I do! The boating docks are completely on the other side of the kingdom, and It'll take me multiple trips to transport all those flowers from the docks to here. By the time I'm done peak selling time will be over and I'll lose so much profit" I started spiraling, my brain jumping to all the worst-case scenarios it could.
"Okay okay calm down" Kristoff made his way over and started rubbing my back again. okay, what if Sven and I took you and your cart down to the Docks to pick up your shipment?" Kristoff suggested.
"Oh I couldn't ask you do to that for me you have to deliver your ice" I rejected his offer softly.
"no no I'm offering, we'll help you get your flowers and get back with enough time to spare for your rush hour." He insisted, and I smiled.
"I'd really appreciate that" I sniffled again tearing up more, my hands flying to cover my puffy eyes.
"alright perfect plan, Let's get Sven hooked up to your cart and we'll go get your flowers. How does that sound?" Kristoff asked softly, and I nodded silently. He gave Sven a look and cocked his head in the direction of my cart and Sven nuzzled my arm on his way past. "Now is there anything you need before we go?" he asked and I shook my head no. "alright let's get you up on the cart then" He backed away slightly grabbing my hand and helping me climb up onto the cart. I sat down and Dried my eyes feeling a little better now that Kristoff is helping me. I watched him hook Sven up to my cart and found myself smiling. He looked back at me after he hooked Sven up and I averted my gaze acting like I hadn't been staring. He climbed into my cart next to me. "ready to go" He asked nudging me with his shoulder.
"um, what?" I asked shaking my head to clear it.
"I asked if you were ready to go?" He repeated, giving me a crooked smile and a small chuckle.
"oh yeah yeah I am" I shifted away from him, being close to him made my heart race, and my stomach drop.
"Alright, Sven let's go, to the docks!" He said to Sven and Sven grunted his response and started walking quickly pulling my cart behind him. "We'll get to the docks and get your flowers in no time" He reassured me, I smiled at him.
"Thanks for doing this for me Kristoff" I smiled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"of course, it's no problem (y/n)" he answered giving a small snap of the reins to spur Sven on. He started to ramble about something else, but I wasn't listening. I know it's rude but I got distracted, he was just so pretty, and he was so sweet, making sure I was okay all the time, and taking me to pick up my delivery. Just being here next to him got my stomach all fluttery. I snuck a glance at his face, he was staring ahead steering the cart through the streets carefully. He turned towards me with a crooked smile on his face. After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and I watched his mouth move. He frowned, and he snapped his fingers in front of my face.
"sorry, what were you saying?" I shook my head, feeling my face burn embarrassed at getting caught staring.
"I asked how long you'd owned your flower stall?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"oh sorry um, well I've owned it, for a while, it used to be my parent's stall, they gave it to me when they retired, so now I run it," I explained and he watched my face carefully while I did.
"That's nice, I've been in the ice business since I was a kid, with Sven." I started getting distracted again, he was so attentive, and my stomach was getting all filled with butterflies again. What was wrong with me, why was getting all giggly over this man? I'd barely known him for like a week. I can't fall in love with someone I just met, it's absurd. But Kristoff's just so sweet, not to mention how nice he looks, I mean not just his face although that's not bad looking. I shook my head clearing my thoughts and forcefully squishing the butterflies in my stomach. "we're almost there (y/n)" Kristoff announced regaining my attention, even though my attention had been on him the whole time.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed clapping my hands giddily. "we'll be back to my stall in no time" I squealed, momentarily forgetting all about my thoughts about Kristoff.
"and you'll be able to sell all the flowers you ordered!" Kristoff added giving me a side glance, I laughed. Kristoff turned the cart around a corner, and we watched the boats at the dock come into view. Kristoff spurred Sven on and we pulled up to the docks, where men were unloading crates off all the different boats. Kristoff gave a tug on Sven's reins and we came to a stop. Kristoff hopped off my cart and held out his hand to help me down. I smiled, scooted along the seat of my cart to the side he was on, and took his hand climbing down.
"Thank you," I. said, stepping onto the ground.
"Now where's your delivery guy?" Kristoff asked looking around the port. I took a glance around the port as well, trying to find out where the girl who usually delivers my flowers is. I spotted her unloading some crates and tugged on Kristoff's arm to get his attention. He turned his attention back to me and I pointed her out.
"that's her over there" I started walking towards her, and Kristoff followed closely behind me as I approached my very frazzled-looking deliverer. "Lilly, what happened? It's valentines day and I never got my delivery this morning?" I asked the slight upset that I felt this morning slipping into my voice. She turned to face us and a look of relief washed over her face.
"Oh (y/n) thank goodness your here! My morning has been horrible! My usual help called out sick so I've had to unpack all these boxes by myself, and my cart broke this morning so I couldn't even deliver my deliveries either, I've been trying to find a new cart to use all day!" She panicked, placing her hand over her heart and breathing heavily. All the upset I had felt a few seconds ago drained from my body.
"Oh Lilly, you poor thing!" I comforted her giving her a hug, and I felt her shoulders shake in my hold. I backed up after a moment, and looked at her. "well my uh... friend Kristoff and I have a cart here, we can help you with the deliveries if you need us to." I took a quick glance at Kristoff who nodded his head in agreement.
"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that, you have to sell these flowers to your customers," She said refusing our offer. "although if you're so insistent on helping, on your way back to the market can you deliver this letter from me to my customers who didn't get their deliveries explaining what happened," She asked me and I gave a quick glance at Kristoff who nodded his head.
"I've got time" He smiled, and I laughed.
"Oh thank you thank you!" Lilly squealed clapping her hands. "Oh yeah and here are your crates" She gestured to a group of crates and walked over to them, lifting the lid off one of them. I took a glance inside and saw buckets full of flowers and water inside.
"Perfect! Just what I ordered" I smiled and she closed the crate again.
"I'll just load them onto your cart then," Kristoff said grabbing the first crate, whistling for Sven to bring the cart closer. Once he was out of earshot Lilly whispered to me.
"he's cute, are you two together?" She said nudging me with her elbow, and I smacked her arm lightly.
"Oh stop it! No, we're not together" I mumbled feeling my face heat up, and she gave me a disbelieving glance.
"so you guys are just friends?" She asked, her tone accusing me of lying.
"Yes! we're just friends now hush he's coming back!" I mumbled as Kristoff walked back into earshot, picking up another crate and walking away to put it on my cart.
"Okay well, do you like him at least?" She asked and we both looked at him while his back was turned.
"I don't, like him we're friends!" I insisted and she nodded holding her hands in the air in surrender.
"fine, fine I believe. you" She said, turning away to write the letters Kristoff and I were to deliver to her other customers. Kristoff came back over to get the last two crates and gave me a look.
"What was that about?" he asked and my face flamed red.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all" I mumbled my voice getting all squeaky, Kristoff glanced at me really quick, gave a shrug of his shoulders, and lifted the last two crates carrying them over to the cart. He put them on the cart and turned back to me giving me a large thumbs up, walking back to me, he stood next to me while we waited for Lilly to finish writing the letters.
"Alright so the addresses are written on each envelope, you just have to deliver them, and tell them they're from Lilly." Kristoff and I nodded and I took the letters from her. "thank you guys so much for doing this for me, I really appreciate it. I owe you big time" I gave her a big hug, squeezing her tight
"no worries Lilly, anytime" I let her go and she gave Kristoff an awkward handshake, and we walked to my cart. Kristoff held his hand out to help me up and my face flushed as I took it, he helped me climb up on the cart. I took my seat and glanced back at Lilly who gave me a knowing look, as Kristoff took his seat beside me. I groaned waving her off and dropped my head into my hands.
"hey, everything alright?" Kristoff asked, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
"yeah everything's fine" I mumbled, putting a smile on my face.
"Alright let's just go deliver these, and then get back to your stall so we can set up in time for the rush." Kristoff gave a flick of Sven's reins which signaled Sven to start walking.
--Time skip--
We finally finished delivering the notes Lilly gave us and Sven pulled up next to my market stall. Sven stopped the cart, and Kristoff got out, once again holding his hand out to help me down. I smiled and took it, hopping down off my cart I walked over to open up my stand window. Kristoff started unloading the crates and as he did I put the buckets out on display to show off the flowers. Once I put all the flowers out on display I took the extra to the backroom and started working on my valentines day bouquets. Kristoff unhooked Sven from his harness and then came to the backroom with me.
"Anything I can help you with (y/n)?" He asked scratching the back of his neck, nervously.
"well all I have to do now is make my custom bouquets," I told him arranging some flowers in the bouquets and wrapping them with plastic and a pretty bow.
"Alright, how do I arrange them?" He asked rolling up his sleeves. I turned to him with wide eyes, and my stare drifted to his forearms, I averted my gaze quickly back to his face.
"You want to help?" I looked at him confused, and Sven poked his head through the door and moaned as if agreeing with me.
"Yeah, why not" He shrugged picking up a rose by its stem. I smiled and started explaining the flower code to him and how to arrange an appealing bouquet. Soon we had arranged a bunch of bouquets and Kristoff helped me set them out on my display shelves. And the second we put the last bouquet in a bucket the market flooded with shoppers, many of them making their way to my stall to buy their lovers flowers.
--Time skip to end of the day--
"Thanks for all your help today Kristoff" I mumbled handing change to my customer, sighing as I sold my last bouquet. I gave a long sigh, and Kristoff echoed my relief at the end of the day.
"It was my pleasure trust me, I'm always happy to help" He assured me and we walked out of my stall to stand next to Sven who was laying down next to my stall. He stood up at our approach and licked Kristoff's face before nudging me with his antlers gently, I pet between his ears and he wagged his tail. I turned to Kristoff.
"I really do appreciate all your help" I smiled leaning in to give him a hug. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me enveloping me in a tight hug. Boy was he strong, I mean I knew he had to be in shape cause of how big his arms were, and the fact he delivered ice for a living, but this hug was bone-crushing. I found myself leaning in to lay my head on his shoulder. He smelled nice, like leather and the forest, very earthy scents. I finally came to my senses, and lifted my head off his shoulder quickly, backing up out of the hug quickly, and looking at my feet. I looked at Kristoff for a split second before looking back down at my feet.
"Well I should start closing up shop" I mumbled wringing my hands.
"oh yeah yeah, you gotta get home haha" he replied and we drifted into a tense silence. Sven huffed after a minute and spurred Kristoff into action. "alright well I have to feed this guy" he patted Sven's side with a loud thunk, and I smiled.
"see you tomorrow?" I asked taking a couple of steps back from him and Sven.
"yeah see you tomorrow!" he replied his face brightened, and he and Sven walked away, I waved them off, with a sigh. I turned back to my stall, thinking about what Lilly said earlier. Then I thought about Kristoff, how he gave me butterflies and made me nervous, and was so kind, and funny too, and he smelled so good. A giggle slipped from me at the thought of him, and my eyes widened at the realization that Lilly was right. I groaned and let my head hit the wall of my stall.
I was in love with Kristoff.
--Time skip a couple days--
After the revelation that I liked Kristoff, I didn't know how to act around him. Every time he'd come around with Sven to visit me at my stall, I'd give Sven a carrot from under the counter, and then avoid Kristoff's gaze as I tried to busy myself with unimportant tasks, so I didn't have to think about him.
"knock, knock" I heard the familiar voice of Kristoff, and I tensed up. Taking a deep breath I turned around to face him, with an easygoing smile on my face.
"Well hello there boys" I smiled leaning on my counter 'act casual act casual' I thought. My heart started beating faster when Kristoff gave me his goofy crooked grin. I smiled reaching under my counter and pulling out one of the carrots I've started keeping down there for Sven. He stood up on his hind legs putting his front hooves on my counter and took the Carrot from my hand. Climbing back down he looked at Kristoff smugly and sat down to eat his carrot. I finally looked back at Kristoff.
"what can I do for you?" I asked smiling giving Kristoff my full attention and trying not to get distracted.
"Well, so, okay well, so here's the thing" he started stumbling over his words and Sven rolled his eyes next to him.
"go on" I pushed gently, and Kristoff nodded clearing his throat.
"So you see, there's this girl I like, and uh I wanted to ask her to dinner with some uh flowers, an I uh thought well who better to get flowers from, than from the best flower shop in Arendelle" He laughed rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I felt my heart drop down to my stomach, he liked another girl, and my smile dropped into a frown. But I took a deep breath and plastered the biggest smile I could on my face.
"alright well, I'll see if she's available" I paused for a moment "she's available" I laughed, "now what kind of flowers were you thinking?" I asked
"I have no clue, that's why I came to you" He chuckled.
"alright let's see, well I have some default romantic bouquets with roses and the like, or you can create your own bouquet with flowers you pick yourself," I explained.
"yeah let's do that," He said.
"Okay sounds good, so what flowers do you want to put in the bouquet?"
"I uh- have no clue" He murmured sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"that's okay, let's see I personally like these red tulips which symbolize a declaration of love, and maybe a white calla lily symbolizing magnificent beauty, Some Boston fern leaves for sincerity..." I start mumbling more to myself going into my bouquet-making mindset, adding flowers and taking some away, thinking about the meaning behind each flower, even though the receiver most likely does not know the flower code. But it's my attention to detail that makes my bouquets the best in the kingdom. Once I finally feel that the bouquet is perfect I tie it up with a bow and present it to Kristoff.
"oh man (y/n), it looks great, how much do I owe you?" Kristoff grinned taking it from me and digging in his pocket for some money to pay me with, I waved him off.
"oh nonsense, what's one bouquet of flowers between friends" I mumble desperately trying to keep the smile on my face until he's gone, "now go get her Kristoff!" I exclaimed and he blushed nodding.
"alright I'm going, See you later (y/n)! C'mon Sven" He patted his leg with his free hand and Sven got up following behind him. I waved until they rounded the corner and were out of sight, and it was then I broke down and dropped my head into my hands and cried. He was in love with someone else and I was stupid for letting myself fall for someone I just met. I wiped my teary eyes on my apron, taking a deep breath. I still had customers to attend to so there was no use crying over a boy not yet. I took time to fix my appearance, drying my eyes and making. sure I looked alright, before going back to the front of my stall to attend to customers.
--Time skip 3 hours--
I started packing up earlier than everyone else in the market square, at 4 bell chimes instead of the usual 5 or 6 if it was a busy day. Packing up the rest of the flowers I put them in buckets full of water to put them back out for sale the next day. I started pulling on the ropes that would pull the stall overhang down to block my counter window locking it into place. I had just locked my stall door, taking one last look to make sure everything was cleaned up when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around and to my surprise saw Kristoff and Sven. I took a closer look at them and noticed Kristoff's sandy hair was combed back and he was wearing a nice outfit I'd never even seen him wear before. My gaze drifted from Kristoff to Sven and I saw even he had a little bowtie on. Kristoff cleared his throat again.
"um good afternoon er evening Miss (y/n)" he said stiffly giving me a small bow and I giggled.
"good evening" I replied curtsying, trying to act like I hadn't cried over him a couple hours ago.
"I was wondering if, you would do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight?" He asked pulling the flower bouquet I made earlier out from behind his back, and offering it to me. I gasped softly and a wide grin spread across my face. I was the girl he was in love with!
"oh, of course, Kristoff!" I answered happily taking the flowers, I watched all the tension in his body wash away at my response, and a huge smile stretched across his face. He picked me up in a hug and spun me around making me let out a surprised squeal. He put me down soon after, enveloping my hand in his. "so where are we going?" I asked and his eyes widened.
"well you see I never really got that far... I was so focused on trying to get you to say yes that I never really planned for what do to if you said yes..." He murmured sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. I laughed loudly at his statement and he soon followed letting out a couple of chuckles as well.
"It'll have to be somewhere that allows reindeer of course" I smiled and Sven snorted his agreement happily.
"oh yes, of course, may we go?" he asked taking his hand from mine to offer me his arm. I took his arm and started walking.
"we may"
--Fin--
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My prince (Yandere Hans x Male!repunzuel!reader x Yandere Kristoff)
Tw/Cw:it’s headcanons turned into a story kinda?, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,yandere behavior,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Elsa and Anna’s only brother,Reader is the same age as Anna,Reader has really long hair(its exactly like repunzuel before she cut it),Pronouns used He/Him,Anna and Reader are twins,AU where Anna was smart and didn’t ask Hans to immediately marry her because she got big brain,cussing,not proofread,turned out more fluffy then Yandere but still yandere,murder
•You met Hans first as your twin Anna had introduced the two of you when she finally came home. You were using your hair as a swing as the maids tried to get you down.
•He caught you when you fell and feel in love with you instantly
“Master Y/N please come down you may get hurt!” “I’m fine Martha! I’ve done this multiple times!” Anna slammed open the doors bringing Hans with her. “Y/N!” “AHHH!” As you were startled by the loud banding noise you fell down quickly. Hans looked up and acted fast as he rushed to where he presumed you would fall which he caught you. Wrapping your arms around the mystery man you shut your eyes tightly still waiting for impact. Hans chuckled which made you open one of your eyes to see you were being held in a bridal style. “Huh?” “Hello there” looking up you saw your savior. “Hello! I’m Y/N! Oh I’m sorry here let me get down” He helped you get on the floor as soon as you were standing you brushed his coat. “There! Now who are you mystery man?” “Hans” “ooo~ pretty name~” “N/N!” “ANNA!” You ran to your twin sister as she jumped into a hug into your arms laughing as you spin her around. Hans felt his breath get taken away seeing you smile and laugh,he needed to wake up to that every day,he needed you.
•When Elsa finally met Hans which he was nervous of but you held his hand to make him feel calmer which just made him blush and feel much safer and in love.
•You and Anna went out so you finally cut your hair so that it could reach your lower back so you put it in a ponytail
•As you two walked you saw a reindeer and loving animals you fed it some carrots you held left over
•Kristoff meet you when he walked back to his stand to see a beautiful man feeding his best friend
“Hold on Anna! I need to cut my hair!” “O! O! Let me help!” As your sister cut it to your mid back you felt bad for the maids as they always dealt with this but they reassured you they loved you and didn’t mind cleaning up your hair. As you ran with your sister you put your hair in a ponytail so that you could at least control it. Anna was going everywhere while you saw a reindeer so you check your bag and found five carrots so you walked over to the reindeer and fed it to him which he seemed to love. “Your so pretty,whoever your owner is must be lucky to have you” Sven was eating up the carrots and compliment you were giving him. “SVEeeeeenn…” Kristoff stopped seeing a beautiful guy with a H/C ponytail and S/C skin that looks the softest. “Hello sir!” Out of fear you squeaked and jumped causing Kristoff to hold a chuckle in so that you wouldn’t think of him lowly.
•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you
•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you
•When it was just you and Hans before he found out of Kristoff he’d braid your hair and talk about all the random things of the world
•When it was just you and Kristoff before Hans found out of him you’d two cuddle and read together or do artsy thing or just enjoy each other’s company
Hans walked to your room wanting to spend time with you until he heard something. “Each day,each week,each month,and each year I’ll be with you even if you wish me not to. I’ll follow you till the end of time. I’ll follow you until you die. You’ll be trapped in my grasp forever and I’ll never let you go. You are mine to keep. You will never leave me” Hans silently opened the door to see you cuddling Kristoff on your window. Kristoff was running a hand through your H/C hair while you laid on his chest hands on his chest. ‘Ahem!’ That caught the two males attention. “Oh hello Hans! You’ve not met Kristoff yet yes?” Hans and Kristoff glared at each other while forcing a smile. “I believe I have not met you yet” shaking each other’s hand it was obvious the grips were harsh and rough and tight. “Nice to meet you Kristoff” “Same with you Hans” You just smiled as your best friends have finally met each other. “It’s so good you two finally met! Oh we can spend so much time together now!” Upon hearing that the males gritted their teeth
•They found out about your hair power when Kristoff got extremely harm.
•He had a huge cut on his cheek and arm which made Hans happy but you worried
•They were amazed at your power
“Ugh fuck..” hearing your friends Kristoff’s voice YIU rushed to him making Hans groan as he follow you. “Oh my god Kristoff!” You ran to him and made him sit down as you lifted his sleeve to see his cut on his arm bleeding. Your back was turned to Hans so you didn’t see his smile but Kristoff did but you pressed a towel against his arm making his wince in pain. “FUCK!” “I’m sorry!” “No no it’s okay…it just hurts” thinking hard you took your hair down and wrapped it around Kristoff’s hand. Before Hans or Kristoff could ask you started to mumble as your H/C hair glow and start to heal Kristoff’s cut. “Holy shit…” “woah..” You looked over again to see if you got all his cuts and once you realize you did you hugged his face to your chest. “Don’t make me worry again dufus” “Heh,of course not my prince”
•They feel in love even harder with you
•They realized that in the endgame it wouldn’t be good if they kept fighting because that just make you less interested in them so they came to an alliance
•They bith started to court you
•Elsa and Anna saw this and kinda helped them as they were happy their baby brother was finally getting two suitors
•In Arendelle polyamorous marriage is allowed if all parties of the relationship are comfortable with it and have given consent. If one of the parties has not given consent then only the members of the parties shall get married unless that one person changes their mind (I’m making this up ofc)
•As Hans and Kristoff knew that they were both glad of that as you wouldn’t get in trouble
•Soon they asked you to date them while all three of you were in your room drawing or painting while Pascal was the judge of all y’all’s art (you won ofc)
You were lost in your painting you didn’t see that the males you’ve grown close with had stopped drawing and looked at each other nodding then turning to you. “Y/N me and Hans have a question and need you answer” stopping painting as you heard it in Kristoff’s voice it was a serious matter. “Yeah sure what is it?” Kristoff took deep breaths as he was more nervous of the two (that’s a lie hans was literally shaking). “Y/N me and Hans love you deeply and we don’t me in a friend way. We mean in a romantic way. We’ve been leaving hints of how’ve we felt for a long time and we thought now is a good time so Y/N will you date me and Hans” Gasping you covered your mouth making the Males think they’d have to go to drastic measure until they saw you rapidly nodding your head ‘Yes’ “Of course! I’ll gladly date you two!” “YESSSSSS!!” Kristoff cheered as he jumped in the air and ran around a while making you and Hans laugh at your new boyfriends happiness.
•Their so loving towards you. Always giving you affectionate even if it subtle.
•In public Hans doesn’t like showing much PDA unless he’s jealous while Kristoff loves showing a lot of PDA which you did to but since Hans was uncomfortable with showing a lot you just gave him hugs,hand holding,and cheek kisses in public. While you and Kristoff were extreme.
•In private Hans is the most affectionate man he’ll ever be making you laugh every time as you boyfriend acts so different in private then he does in public. Kristoff didn’t mind as he’s grown love for Hans (don’t worry Hans also love kristoff. So now you all are dating each other)
•Not surprisingly it was Hans and Kristoff who proposed to you because you were gonna propose to them two days later but seems like you won’t have to :)
You were all in the garden picking flowers for the up coming dance. Kristoff and Hans made eye contact and nodded the head towards you. “Y/N my love can you close your eyes and follow us?” “Sure!” You answered with hesitation because you trusted your boyfriends. Kristoff held his hands over your eyes whil Hans held your hand. Soon you stopped and felt Kristoff’s hands come off. “Open your eyes!” Opening your eyes you saw a beautiful sight before you. It was a beautiful waterfall with beautiful flowers and you were amazed. “It’s so beautiful…” “Look down babe,there’s a message” confused you looked down holding the rail and Kristoff holding your waist. You saw the message. ‘Will you marry us Y/N?’ Turning around you saw kristoff and Hans holding a wedding ring. “YES! YES! YES!” They put on the ring as they took turns to kiss you. You were all crying out of happiness. Elsa and Anna were watching the beautiful sight
•Now as your now fiancés their yandere tendencies don’t show often but when some guy or girl hits on you they can’t help but slowly crack
•Kristoff cracks his knuckles and neck while Hans’s eye twitch as he grips the knife in his hands
•Usually Hans would distract you while Kristoff took care of them as Kristoff was much more physically stronger then all of you
•The person flirting with you turns up missing or stops interacting with you how interesting
•You see nothing wrong as you still interact with your people everyday and your sisters think everything is normal
•As Hans himself is a prince (I believe not to sure) this is basically making an alliance between his kingdom and Arendelle which makes you both happy
•Kristoff’s family is surprised that he’s marrying Hans and you but he told them he’s not leaving either you which they knew
•Kristoff got away with the murders as Sven helped hide the bodies (YES EVEN THE FUCKING REINDEER! He’s platonic ofc)
•Hans manipulated everyone into believing nothing is wrong and everything is completely normal
•In the dead of night where you dead asleep being held by your lovers they smiled.
“He’ll never know yes?” “Of course Hans,he won’t know of the terrible things his husbands have done” “Good. I didn’t want our Angel leaving us” “and he won’t ever,he’ll stay with us forever no matter what we need to do” Soon the joined you still holding you.
Your fate has been sealed. You’ll never leave them now. Your their husband now :)
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Snowy Night
Imagine Kristoff finding you out in the snow at night and letting you join him and sven and him finding out your else's and anna's little sister
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A Tie between Two Hearts (Part 1)
Irene (Red Velvet) × Fem g!p reader × Elsa (Frozen)
Warnings : This series contains suggestive content, mentions of drinking, cheating, stalking, mentions of torture, possessiveness. Plz indicate any triggers I did not mention.
Pics not mine credits to the original owner
Word count: 1.1k
꧁༺ƈօռȶɨռʊɛ ʀɛǟɖɨռɢ༻꧂
"Y/n get your ass down here!" Her roommate yelled at her as she left her room and walked down the stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairscase Irene was waiting for her. "Finally-" She said rolling her eyes "I was beginning to think that you were never gonna make it down the staircase." she said walking towards the couch "Now hurry the fuck up, the movie's about to start." by the time she reached to couch Irene was already waiting with the blanket open. Y/n gave her a questioning look and she responded "What? I want cuddles." Y/n chuckled softly before entering the blanket.
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Elsa felt herself almost trip as the ship swayed violently, the storm growing stronger. To balance herself she hold on to the side of the ship. Out the corner of her eye she saw Kristoff approach her also holding on to the side of the boat. "The captain says it's too dangerous to continue!" He shouts over the storm "Then we turn back, go back to Arrendale and choose a new course!" "Unfortunately that won't be possible!" The captain said approaching them. She let out a frustrated sigh. They had heard reports from neighbouring kingdoms say that on their way to Arrendale they saw a strange island that seemed to entrance their ships captains and cause them to drive directly into a storm, this phenomenon was the current reason as to why they were on this ship. Soon after the captain told them the bad news they heard one of the crewmates scream "Holy shit! Look to the skies!!" Their heads all whipped up looking towards the sky. What they saw made all of them freeze in fear. A bolt of lightning rushed passed them hitting directly towards the centre of the ship causing for a white blinding light to shine across the entire ship. Everyone squeezed their eyes shut in attempts to stop themselves from being blinded.
When Elsa opened her eyes she was no longer on the ship, but rather on solid ground. She frantically looked around searching for Anna, Kristoff and Olaf. The place was thick with fog which made it exceptionally difficult to find them. After a while she saw the outline of their silhouettes through the fog.
The closer she got to them the clearer their muffled voices got. "Calm down! How am I supposed to calm down, in this situation?!" I heard Kristoff's voice "I don't know, just find a way to. I'm freaking out too and we can't have both of us freaking out, so you need to man up and stay calm!" Anna said obviously frustrated by the situation. Elsa heard Olaf's voice say "Guys I think it would be very beneficial if we all just took a deep breath in-" They all took in a deep breath "And let it go." They all started letting go of their breath but Anna abruptly stopped "Let it go? Let it go! Oh my god where is Elsa!?" she asked frantic "I'm right here Anna." She said emerging from the fog. Anna ran to Elsa and embraced her in a tight hug. Anna pulled away from the hug with a concerned look on her face "What's wrong?" Elsa asked concerned "Elsa where exactly are we?" "I don't know." She answered "Where ever we are it seems to be a very wet and creepy place." Kristoff said obviously tired of standing in the rain "Umm, I don't know where we are either, but where ever it is, it seems the person that lives here is very wealthy." Olaf said looking in the opposite direction of them.
They followed his gaze and were met with the site of mansion. "Holy sh-" "Kristoff please keep it PG-13." "I'm gonna knock and ask for help." Olaf said already standing in front of the door "Woah woah woah!" They simultaneously said. Olaf paused and turned his body towards them, paused for another brief second then knocked "Olaf no!" They said "Was I not supposed to do that?"
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Y/n and Irene were watching 'Jeniffer's body.' when it started raining. When it got to the scene where Jennifer kisses Needy Y/n heard Irene whisper "Damn Megan Fox is Hot." "That she is my friend." Irene turned her head towards her "What? You thought I didn't hear you?" Irene then shyly turned her head back towards the TV "But she isn't as hot as you." Irene looked at Y/n wide eyed with her cheeks a rosy color. She bashfuly turned her back towards the TV in attempts to ignore Y/n's comment but Y/n quickly grabbed hold of her chin and turned Irene's head in her direction "Irene I know you're not that emotionally dense." She said gazing deeply into her eyes. She gently removed her thumb and index finger from Irene's chin. Irene was stunned to say the least "Um-I-mm I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything. I was just letting you know." Y/n said tucking some of Irene's her behind her ear. This action made Irene's cheeks flush which caused Y/n to chuckle lightly.
"It's fine if you don't feel the same way." Y/n said getting up to leave. When she turned around Y/n felt Irene's hand grab on to her wrist and gently pull her back on to the couch "Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" Irene asked looking deeply into Y/n's eyes "I thought you'd never ask." Y/n swiftly leaned in and connected their lips to Irene's. The kiss was soft, sweet and filled with love.
Their kiss was then interrupted by the sound of two knocks coming from the door. The two looked towards the door confusion 'who could possibly be knocking here at this time of night?'
Y/n quickly got off the couch and told Irene to stay in the living room. She cautiously made her way to the door. As she got closer she could hear hushed murmurs behind the door. Y/n swung the door open with great force which startled the people on the other side of the door. Looking at them through the fog Y/n had a strange feeling, deja vu if you will. It was if she had seen these very silhouettes before but she couldn't quite tell from where. Slowly one of the figures emerged from fog. The first thing Y/n took notice of was the woman's dress, it had an icy blue colour and had a very specific make to it, Y/n could've sworn sh had seen it somewhere. To engrossed in her thought, Y/n hadn't noticed that the woman was now standing in front of her "Umm… Hello? Hi? Sorry…ma'am?" Y/n was broken out of her trance when the woman snapped her fingers. "Hi I am Elsa of Arrendale and if you could please tell us where we are?" Y/n looked at the woman's face in pure shock.
What. The. Fuck.
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Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika
Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader
Warnings: corruption arc, murder, death of minor character (i don't wanna spoil it but I wanna make sure no one is caught off guard. it's axe woves), possessive behavior, loss and anxiety, light smut, mentions of being intimate
Word Count: 7,842
Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you.
[a/n: if dark fics aren't your forte, don't worry this isn't super dark. well, not as dark as i originally planned to go. more psychological horror than physical]
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"i denied death for you. and i'd die for you again. kill for you. i'd tear the stars down from the heavens to fashion you a crown. you are my heart. my queen. i'd do anything and everything you ask me."
-Jay Kristoff
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Looking back, you had no chance of not falling in love with Din Djarin. Even despite having plenty of reasons not to. You were on the run from the Empire, trying to keep a padawan safe from them. He was hired to collect said padawan as a bounty. He was a Mandalorian. You were a Jedi. Needless to say, the odds had been stacked against you both, but falling for him was the simplest thing in all the worlds.
You had a lot of reason not to, sure, but you also had no chance in avoiding it. Not with the way he put you and Grogu above everything else⏤ even himself. Not with the way he balanced trusting you to hold your own in a fight versus protecting you when you were overwhelmed. Not with the way his hand would softly brush against you as if he wanted so badly to touch you but thought himself unworthy. Not with the way his hoarse voice whispered your name in the softest concern and care.
Never before had you put any belief in the concept of soulmates, it seemed silly, but after meeting Din you weren’t so sure. The two of you seemed made to fit one another. Complement. Make the other stronger, better. The way you both understood one another, the care and love that came so easily… It was as if you loved him in another life. Like the two of you were destined to find one another in every lifetime. Made of the same stardust and shaped by the galaxy itself.
You loved Din Djarin. You loved him so damn much, and it made watching him crumble that much harder.
“Din.” You mumbled. Boba had swooped back to pick the lot of you up after the successful rescue mission. Though calling it successful seemed…bittersweet. Grogu was safe, but Grogu was gone. You wandered closer to where Din sat in a chair. He had isolated himself the moment you all boarded the ship. He was slumped over, elbows on his knees, and head hanging down. You knelt down by his side and squeezed his arm. “Hey. I wanted to check on you.” Din nodded, but stayed silent. His helmet stayed facing down, away from you, and it broke your heart to see him so devastated. “Tell me what you need, baby. I can stay or I can give you some space.”
Again, Din did not respond, but he turned his arm just enough to grasp you by the hand. You gave it a slight squeeze and just stayed there. For the rest of the flight neither of you moved. You knew Din felt like he couldn't complain. Grogu was safe with Skywalker, set to train and harness his gifts. Softly, you reassured him that whatever he was feeling was alright. He stayed silent.
Boba and Fennec’s goal was to reach Tatooine so you and Din tagged along. It wasn’t far. You all got there in a matter of hours and when you parted ways, Boba encouraged you or Din to call him if anything was ever needed. It didn’t take long for you to get a room at an inn.
That night in bed you held Din close. The room had been darkened so even if you did open your eyes all you could see was his silhouette. He loved you with soft touches and thankful whispers, and when the both of you were spent and exhausted Din collapsed into you. Typically, he liked being the big spoon. Din loved wrapping his body around yours, all encompassing, as if he needed to protect you even in sleep. However, tonight, Din clung to your side⏤ an arm draped over your waist as he laid his head on your bare chest. You held him close, raking a hand through his hair tenderly.
The room was filled with quiet breaths, and when Din spoke his voice was so hushed that you nearly missed it.
“Don’t leave me, cyar'ika.” He seemed to beg. “I can’t lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You said firmly. Holding onto him tighter. You continued to whisper promises of staying by his side long after he fell asleep.
Din wanted to find the covert. That was what he told you he needed. You had no qualms with that. You wanted to do whatever you had to in order to help him find some semblance of normal. Coruscant was not one of your favorite places in the galaxy, but you’d walk through hell as long as Din was by your side. As you followed him, his eyes tracking signs and clues you couldn’t see, your own gaze continued to drift to the saber hanging from Din’s belt. His newest acquisition.
Ages ago, when it had been time to build your own lightsaber, the kyber crystal you chose had really chosen you. Everybody had certain strengths, even within the Force, and yours was reading energies. Your kyber crystal seemed to sing to you. The energy it gave was warmth. It was protective. It was loyal. Building your lightsaber had been a time honored tradition you treasured. Having it hang from your hip was something you did not take lightly. It gave you strength.
The energy coming from the darksaber felt…wrong. It was hard to put into words. It was muted to you, as if trying to hide, but still the darksaber seemed to weep a negative energy into the air itself. You didn’t like it, but you had no significant reasoning why other than ‘it feels bad’.
When the two of you reached the covert, Din was adamant about you coming in with him. Even when you told him you thought it was a bad idea, he still tangled his hand in yours and dragged you in. Just as you thought the other two Mandalorians there were unhappy with seeing you. In part because of the lightsaber on your hip, but more so because you were not their kind. You were not Mandalorian. Auretii. That’s what the Armorer called you. An outsider. It wasn’t inaccurate.
The interaction started bad and only got worse.
Paz Vizsla challenged Din for the darksaber, a man you knew that Din considered to be a brother even despite rough disagreements in the past, and watching Din use the saber sent a chill down your spine. It was too heavy in his hands, and with every swing the blade was more difficult for Din to use. You could see it in his stride. You didn’t know how to explain it⏤ it was always difficult to explain the way an energy felt to you⏤ but the saber was fighting. It was annoyed.
Din won the battle.
“Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” The silence that followed the question broke your heart. “Have you ever removed your helmet?” You felt useless watching Din endure this pain. It was the same watching Skywalker carry Grogu away. You were a witness to his suffering. “By Creed, you must vow.”
“I have.”
“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.”
The walk back into the depths of Coruscant was silent and painful. You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I’m here. I’m not leaving. You will not lose me. Din returned the squeeze, but the pain was radiating off him in palpable waves. A feeling washed over you and your eyes darted to Din’s hip where the saber rested. Smug. It felt smug.
The two of you walked into the covert as Mandalorian and Jedi, but left as Apostate and Aruetti.
You had the opinion that Din never got to properly mourn the loss of the Razor Crest. With everything going on at the time, it seemed like the least of the problems you both had. However, it's loss was felt now. Even in the short time you spent with Din and Grogu, the ship had become a place of comfort. For Din, the Crest had been all he had for so long⏤ it was his home. It held all his belongings and in a singular second it was all gone.
That aching wound was constantly festering, but when the two of you were forced to ride in public ships to get from world to world you could tell it stung Din the most. That’s how you’d have to get off Coruscant, but a small victory came in the form of a message from Peli.
“Din, you’re not gonna believe this.” You grinned as he returned from whatever errand he had to do. “Peli has a possible Razor Crest replacement. She just messaged me. If we can just get to⏤”
“No.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Din took you by the hand and began to travel the opposite way of the small inn you were staying in. “What?”
“I found a ship. Here. Already purchased it.”
Surprise washed over you. “Wait.” You tried to get him to stop and look at you, but Din seemed like a man on a mission. “You bought it already? Without even asking me?”
“It was my credits.”
The words stung. It was so dismissive. Nothing like the way Din usually spoke to you. He always discussed big decisions with you, just as you did with him. The two of you were a team. Through and through. Din seemed to sense your displeasure and his steps faltered.
“Cyar'ika, ni ceta.” Din murmured. You recognized the apology. He turned and settled a hand on the side of your face. “I…I don’t know what came over me. I suppose I was just excited.”
“It’s…” You lifted a hand to cup the one tenderly caressing your cheek. Din had just lost his Creed. The cornerstone of his existence. Of course, he’d be short. You’d be more worried if he wasn’t showing signs of being upset. You gave him a tight lipped smile. “No, I’m sorry. Are you alright? How do you feel?” Din didn’t respond. “Baby?”
He shook his head, his voice quiet. “I’m just ready to be off world.”
“I understand.” You gave him a smile. “Show us our new home then.”
Din let out a small chuckle and you took that as a victory. He led you to a yard of ships and pointed out a black ship with burgundy accents. It was nothing special. It wasn’t the Razor Crest. However, it had enough space for the both of you.
“This is nice.” You explored the cargo hold.
“It’ll do.” Din countered.
You jumped when you heard the ramp closing and as Din passed you to get to the cockpit, he set his hand on your lower back to take you with him. As you settled in the passenger seat, you watched as Din familiarized himself with the control panel. When the ship reached the atmosphere, you leaned forward.
“Hey, maybe we should go see Peli anyways. Say hello.” You suggested. “She can look the ship over and tell us if we need anything…” Peli would just rip you off, but she was a familiar face. Boba and Fennec were on Tatooine as well. You thought Din could use more than just you. A reminder that he had more in his life than he thought. “Din?”
“No.” Din replied. He placed in a set of coordinates and you recognized them to be Nevarro. Well, maybe that would work. Karga was there. Cara too. Last you heard, Mayfeld was kicking around the newest establishment. The ship slipped into hyperspace and Din held a hand out to you. When you took it he yanked you toward him and you fell onto his lap. “We’re needed in Nevarro. Karga.”
He said it as if the name was enough. Before you could ask for further clarification, Din was tossing his gloves aside. He hit a button that shaded the windows, dimming the room till it was nearly impossible to see then he whispered to close your eyes. It was natural for you to do just as he asked. His hands grasped at your hips, pulling you down to grind against your core, and a pair of lips began to leave open mouth kisses along your neck.
“Cyar'ika…” Din breathed as he wrestled your shirt off you. Rough and desperate. Yanking your breast band off with it. The moment you were bare to the chilly air of the cockpit, Din’s hot mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and you moaned. Din pulled away and you already missed his mouth. “Need you. Need all of you.”
Din loved you with rough hands and frantic begging. When the two of you were spent, breathless and sweaty, you slumped against his body. Din trailed his hands up and down your spine as if he couldn’t fathom not touching you.
“I can’t lose you.” He murmured in your ear. “Not you, cyar'ika.”
“You won’t.” You reassured him. “You won’t lose me.”
The reason Din stopped in Nevarro, stopped to see Karga, was for bounty pucks. You had never seen him take so many at once and he said less than ten words to the High Magistrate of Nevarro before dragging you back to the ship.
A distraction. You convinced yourself. It was just a distraction.
Din needed something to keep his mind busy and what better than bounty hunting? As long as you were there to keep an eye on him, make sure he’s cared for, then everything would be alright. It might take time, but it would be okay. That’s what you told yourself. Over and over and over. You wondered if the reassurance was more for your benefit.
The first couple of bounties went normal, but slowly things began to feel…different. Wrong. The quarries Din brought in were more often cold than warm these days. He seemed to be favoring the darksaber as well. It had gone from a weapon used as a last resort to one of his regulars. Din got better with the weapon after every quarry, and the saber’s energy felt like it was singing. As wrong as it all felt, Din seemed himself still. In fact, he almost seemed closer to his normal self. The aching sadness and mourning wasn’t so present.
“Din?” You called out from where you sat at the small table. Rather than staying on the new ship, the two of you had rented a room at a local inn. It put you closer to where the current quarry was hiding. “You in the mood for something specific? For dinner, I mean?” Din had stepped into the bathroom to clean up and still had yet to come out. “Baby?”
Concern began to take root, but the door opened and you felt it slip away only to be replaced by shock. A stranger in familiar armor stood in the doorway. Din. Din was helmetless. You quickly shut your eyes with a curse. Heavy footfalls crossed the room to stand in front of you and you felt Din’s warm hands on your cheeks.
“Cyar'ika, look at me.”
“Din, what are you doing?” You gasped. It had been nearly two months since the covert, but even then he kept his helmet on. Never took it off. You didn’t understand what had suddenly changed now so suddenly. “I⏤”
“I want you to see me.”
“But⏤ But, why now?”
Din’s thumbs were tracing your cheek and he wouldn’t answer your question. He murmured again for you to open your eyes and you hesitantly peeked through your lashes. Din stood towering above you. From where you sat, you had to look up to admire his features. His appearance was never important to you. You fell in love with the soul inside that armor. Din always swore you’d see his face one day, but the context would be different. He’d whisper about a future together as you both laid tangled in bed.
He was handsome. Strong features, pretty dark brown eyes, scruff along his jaw. And his hair, you were finally able to see the dark slightly loose curls that you’d run your fingers through. You slowly stood and lifted a hand to trace his features.
“Am… Am I okay?” Din asked.
The phrasing of the question was odd and it took you a moment to garner a guess. You cupped his face with a broad smile. “You’re more than okay. You’re perfect. Maker, it’s kind of not fair how handsome you are.” You kept your tone teasing and Din chuckled. The sight of his smile warmed your chest. “What brought this on?”
“I am an Apostate.” Din said firmly and you felt your own smile falter. His dark brown eyes stayed locked onto yours and though they held the depth and soul you always knew they would there was something else there. “I am no longer Mandalorian. Why should I hide my face any longer?”
“Din…” You mumbled. Concern leaking into your voice. This was quite the huge and sudden leap to make. “You⏤”
He leaned in and pressed a light kiss against your lips. The kiss turned deeper as Din began to devour you. Needy and wanting. Desperate. Soon he had you picked up into his arms so he could slam you against the wall. It always felt like Din craved you⏤ that wasn’t in debate. Right now though, he was like a man starved. As if he had never had never had you before and was worried he’d never have you again.
Din loved you like a man possessed. Pressed between him and the wall he was unrelenting. Still, held tight by the man you were in love with, Din moaned and begged for you to stay with him. He didn’t even pause to let you reassure him. Just praised the way you felt and pleaded for you to be his.
There was something wrong with Din.
As you sat in the dingy alley, panting heavily from your near death experience, that was the first thought to occur to you. A hunt had gone wrong. One of the quarry’s allies had gotten the jump on you. You had taken a few hits, saw an opening to save yourself, but before you even had a chance the goon was being ripped off of you. Din had saved you, but it didn’t feel like being saved from where you sat.
Din had ripped the man off you and rather than use the darksaber he chose to beat the goon bloody with his hands. Blood splattered in the alley, on his otherwise spotless armor, and you found yourself trembling. The man who had been attacking you was long dead, but Din did not stop. His face was twisted in rage and hate. You called out his name, more than once, and eventually he paused in his onslaught to catch his breath. His chest was heaving from exertion and you could tear your eyes away from the red that stained his silver beskar.
Slowly, Din rose and stalked toward you. For a brief moment, you didn’t recognize Din. You didn’t know the stranger towering over you. He knelt down and reached out to cup the side of your face. The hot blood of the man Din had slaughtered smeared across your cheek. You could feel it and it sent a chill of fear down your spine. The hate began to dissipate from his eyes. There was a softness you recognized now, but for the first time you’d describe Din as hollow.
“Are you okay, cyar'ika?” He breathed. You nodded nervously. Din grabbed you by the arms and pulled you to stand. He let out a sigh of relief and wrapped you into a tight hug. He pressed you against his blood stained armor and laid his head on top of yours. Din shook his head, a shaky breath slipping from his lips, “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. No one will take you from me. I swear it, cyar'ika.”
Relief and love radiated from Din, but all you could feel was the humming possessive energy that the darksaber blasted into the air around you both.
The sensation of dropping out of hyperspace woke you up. You blinked and reached out to a cold bed. Din had gotten up and was now dropping you out of hyperspace? You pushed up and slid out of bed. You found Din in the cockpit and the sight of an unfamiliar world hung in view just outside the ship.
“Where are we?”
“Mandalore.”
You sat down in the passenger seat and grabbed Din by the knee forcing him to set the ship to drift and turn to face you. “What the kriff do you mean Mandalore?” Din didn’t respond. He leaned back in his seat and just stared at you. You were still trying to get used to seeing him without his helmet. Din rarely wore it these days. Even in a fight. “Din.”
“We’re meeting allies here.”
“For what?!”
“We’re recovering our home.”
Din was answering the questions as if you were being ridiculous for even asking them. As if you had been privy to this knowledge. Frustration made your temper flare. “Din, are you serious!?” He didn’t react and somehow that was worse. “We need to talk.”
“Then talk.”
Things had only gotten worse with Din. You were scared of what he was capable, but never in relation to you. No matter how cold his eyes grew, no matter how lost in got in a brutal fight, no matter how bitter the darksaber made the air, you knew Din wouldn’t hurt you. That knowledge was ingrained in your very soul. What worried you⏤ what kept you awake at night⏤ was your worry for Din. He always said he couldn’t lose you, but it felt like you were the one losing him.
“Baby.” You murmured and rose to take a seat in his lap innocently. Just trying to get closer to him. You cupped his face and at your contact the cold, distant look in his eyes briefly cracked. Din stared up at you in adoration and love. “I’m… I’m scared.”
Din furrowed his brow and sat up. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Don’t be. You never have to be scared. I’m never going to let anything hurt you.”
“No, Din, that’s not what I’m scared of.” You replied. “I’m scared for you. I’m worried about you.”
“I’ve never been better, cyar’ika.”
You raked a hand through his hair trying to convey every ounce of passion you felt for him in the simple motion. “Din… I’ve been wanting to say this for some time.” You shook your head. “The darksaber.” There was a flash of something unrecognizable in his gaze, but you pressed onward. “It’s… dangerous. You know when I told you about my lightsaber. It’s energy.” He nodded. “The darksaber gives off an energy too, and I don’t like it.”
“What do you mean?” Din asked.
“It feels like,” You winced and struggled for a description to match, “poison. Din, baby, it feels like poison.” Din shook his head as if he still could not understand what it was you were trying to say. “I think it’s a bad influence.”
Din scoffed but the curl of his lips made it seem like he wasn’t taking your statement seriously. “Cyar’ika, it’s a sword. It can’t influence me.”
“It’s not just a sword, Din. It has a kyber crystal in it and⏤”
“Are you trying to tell me I need to get rid of it?” He pressed. You gave a small nod. “I can’t. I need it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but his arms tightened around you. “If we’re going to take Mandalore back, recover it, then I have to use the darksaber. Be Mandalor.”
Your eyes widened. “Since when did you want that title??”
“But more importantly, I need it to protect you.” He whispered, ignoring your question entirely. Din leaned his forehead against yours and the touch was so soft and reverent that you shuddered. He took in a slow deep breath. “You are my priority. Always. The darksaber grants me the power to keep you safe.”
You pressed a tender kiss to his lips and Din’s breath hitched. As you spoke, you kept your lips close enough to brush against his with every word. “You never needed it before. And I’m not helpless. You know that.” Din closed his eyes and you dragged your fingers through his scruff. “We were fine without the darksaber. We don’t need it.”
Din leaned in to capture your lips with his. For the first time in a very long time, the kiss was slow and patient. He took his time tasting you and he leaned back to allow your hands to travel and explore him. It was so reminiscent of the days before everything fell apart that you almost cried.
Eventually, he pulled back and focused his heavy gaze on you. Din gave you a small smile, a hand tracing your jawline. “No, cyar’ika. The saber stays.” Your own smile faltered and fell. He left one last chaste kiss on your lips. “I love you. I will protect you.”
Your life on Mandalore was odd. Din left you out of the loop of everything. All you knew was that more and more Mandalorians arrived by the day to follow Din Djarin. It didn’t surprise you. The Din you knew and loved was a natural born leader whether he liked it or not. He had a magnetic draw to him. You didn’t see that side to your Din very much anymore.
The city around you was slowly being rebuilt and you pondered your next move. Two months you had been on this rock seeing Din from a distance. Watching him turn into someone you didn’t recognize. When the palace was reestablished, a sentence you found obnoxious and ridiculous, Din moved you there to stay. He’d work all day, drift into your shared bedroom at night, and you mourned the days where everything was easier. Simple.
“Cyar’ika.”
You glanced over your shoulder to see the Mandalor approaching. The king of this world looked like Din, still stared at you as if you hung the moon and stars, but all you could see was the darksaber. It’s possessive energy clung to the man you loved. Two Mandalorian guards followed behind him, and you briefly admired the thick, fur lined cape that hung off one shoulder.
Din came to a stop in front of you and motioned to himself with a sheepish smile, “What do you think?”
“Very regal, Mandalor.” You teased softly.
Din drifted closer and took your hands in his. “Ni ceta, cyar’ika.” He mumbled. “I know I haven’t been around.”
“You’ve been busy. I get it.” You shrugged and tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice.
“But you come first. You always come first.” Din said firmly. “Things will be better from here on out. We’re stable. We’re established. And… I have a surprise for you.” Nervously, Din lifted your hands to tenderly press a kiss to them. “I have no right to ask, but will you give me your time today.”
It was so sweet. It was so Din. You were too overwhelmed to do anything but nod. Things could always turn around, you told yourself. All your time here, distanced from Din, you had planned. He needed a little exposure to his old life. You were the only person Din kept. Maybe seeing Boba and Fennec, seeing Peli, seeing Karga, seeing anyone would bring him back to the surface more permanently. You had even wanted to get in touch with Skywalker or Ahsoka to plan some kind of visit. If Din could see Grogu, you had no doubt he’d snap back into reality. He’d set aside the darksaber. The issue was, Mandalore still had thick storm clouds that prevented any outside interference or messaging.
You felt isolated.
Din looped your arm through his and you walked by his side down the long hallway. You weren’t sure where he was taking you quite yet, but he spoke casually about his day and asked about yours with real interest. His smile was so warm and sincere that you could almost ignore the negative energy that damned saber gave off.
“Where are we going?” You asked as Din turned down a hall you knew would lead outside. “If we go out, I’m gonna need to grab my jacket.” Mandalore’s seasons still confused you and it almost seemed like the previous attacks had thrown the natural order out of balance. Lately, it had been rather cold.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.” Din chuckled. He paused by the doors and you couldn’t help but glance at the two silent Mandalorian guards still standing near. Movement made you glance back in time to see he had shrugged out of his thick robe. Din settled the heavy article on your shoulders and you were surprised by the warmth it encased you in. “Comfortable?”
You nodded with a small smile. The robe smelled like him. Din captured your face in his gloved hands and you gazed up at him in awe. Din was in a good mood. It had been so long since you saw him like this. Light hearted. Excited. “Are you happy?” The question fell from your lips before you could even think.
“Of course.” Din replied quickly. His tone suggested he was surprised you’d ask. “I have you.”
“You’ve always had me.” You mumbled.
Din’s face faltered, only for a second, before he bowed his head to rest on yours. Forehead to forehead. “Ni ceta.” He breathed the apology out sincerely. “I know things have been hard and…you’ve put up with so much. I’m so thankful for you, cyar’ika, and my greatest regret will always be making you question that.”
“I never questioned it.” You lifted a hand to place on top of his own. “I love you, and I know you love me. I’ve just…been worried about you, baby. I want you to be happy.”
“I am.” Din replied. “You make me happy.” He closed the space to press his lips to yours. Tender. Loving. Passionate. Din’s tongue traced the curve of your lower lip and you allowed him to deepen the kiss. Your hands shifted to tangle in his hair. Din pulled you closer, flush against his body, and it didn’t even matter to you that two other Mandalorians stood off to the side as witness to this scene. Din pulled back, separating the two of you, but he quickly set two more chaste kisses against your lips as if he couldn't bear the thought of being apart. Din whispered a promise under his breath. “For the rest of my life, I will make you happy. I’ll keep you safe.”
You had endured the hell of watching Din suffer and begin to lose himself in sorrow. Perhaps, this was the light at the end of the tunnel. Din had found stable ground, and he was now returning to a man you recognized.
Din turned away to push open the doors, but he kept your arm looped through his. The courtyard which typically sat unused and in a semi state of shambles had been cleaned and polished. Mandalorians as far as you could see stood waiting and as Din walked you down the path you spotted a medium sized platform, nearly a stage, and on it was a chair⏤ no, a throne. That was the only word to describe the heavy, dark metal seat. Standing on the platform, you recognized Bo Katan. She stood on one side of the throne. On the other side stood two others that you recognized, you had seen them with Din often, but you didn’t know their names.
“Din?” You whispered his name.
He shot you a smile but continued on. Suddenly, you found yourself on the platform standing beside Din as he faced the crowd. He lifted one hand, as if in greeting, and you stared at him as he spoke Mando’a. His voice was loud and firm. Powerful. This was a king among men. You never thought Din Djarin of all people would look like he belonged in this setting. You knew he had the attributes that would make a fair and just king, but Din had never enjoyed the spotlight. The future he craved, the future he painted while speaking to you in the dead of night, was a humble one. A home, some land, a family. Peaceful.
A bark of Mando’a, in a voice you vaguely recognized, interrupted Din and you watched as his shoulders stiffened. The crowd parted and a Mandalorin in dark blue armor approached. Axe Woves. That was his name you believed. You didn’t know what he was saying, but you could feel the tension in the air.
Din set his hand on your waist and pushed you back. You only stumbled back a few steps before Bo Katan took you by the elbow and dragged you back further.
“What⏤ What is going on?” You asked.
“Challenge.” Bo Katan said. Din drew the darksaber from his belt and as it came to life you felt your own heart plummet. It’s poison was spewing in the air⏤ suffocating you. Smug. Arrogant. Angry. Insulted. You sucked in a sharp breath. “Axe Woves has challenged Din for the darksaber. For rule.”
The fight started in a clash of weaponry.
It was a blur of beskar, but all your eyes could focus on was the arc of the darksaber. The burning glow that was now seared into your eyes. Seared into your brain. You wanted nothing more than to take that damned thing and throw it into the darkest pit you could find. Every time you watched Din used it, you hated it all the more. The fight did not last long.
Axe Woves was a good fighter, but he was not Din Djarin.
Soon, the air was silent as Din held the edge of the darksaber just under Axe’s jaw. Close enough that the man had to have felt the heat. Axe was breathing hard, but you couldn’t see his face⏤ his back was to you. Din stood where you could see his face and he looked to be the picture of calm.
“Cetar.” Din demanded. Bo Katan whispered, her eyes not leaving the scene, as she translated the Mando’a. ‘Kneel’. Din asked him to kneel. You felt a chill run up your spine and it wasn’t from the cold air. The darksaber was singing. Excited. Eager. It craved and craved and craved. Din repeated the command. “Cetar.”
“Nayc.” Axe replied. You didn’t need that word translated.
At the sound of his refusal, you watched a flash of an emotion you didn’t immediately recognize in Din’s eyes. However, it was clear to see the way his lips briefly curled up into a smirk. You opened your mouth to scream, but all your words caught in your throat. Thick, heavy, and unwilling to be heard. Before you could overcome your hindrance, Din shoved the darksaber through Axe’s chest with not even a singular hiccup of hesitation. Your mouth hung open in shock and disbelief, but the horror didn’t land until Din leaned in and used his vibroblade to slice through the man’s neck in one swift motion. Blood sprayed out and the darksaber was screaming in pleasure.
“He had to make an example.” Bo Katan whispered. “It’s unfortunate, but Woves brought this upon himself.”
Din deactivated the saber and set it back onto his belt. While Axe Woves’ body slumped to the ground, Din tucked the still bloody vibroblade back into his boot’s holster. You stared at him wide eyed and horrified as Din marched back to the platform. He spoke before the crowd again, but it felt like your ears were ringing. The man you fell in love with would never have cut a man down in cold blood. The duel had been over. It didn’t have to end with blood.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Din as he crossed the platform to sit on the throne. His legs were spread out in dominance as he lounged in the seat radiating confidence and pride. His eyes snapped to yours and Din held his hand out to you. Bo Katan gave you a small nudge and you stumbled toward the throne with hesitant steps. Din’s cold features melted away as he stared up at you as he always did, loving, but it only made the splattering of blood on his face that much more daunting.
When you placed your hand in his, your fingers were trembling. Din squeezed your hand in comfort and he carefully pulled you back so you sat in his seat. Bo Katan was addressing the crowd and you stared and stared at Axe Woves’ dead body. Still laying on the courtyard’s ground, the pool of blood around him growing larger and larger.
You felt Din’s breath on your neck. His hands settled on your hips as he sat up to press his chest against your back. His breath was replaced with his lips. Din mumbled about how much he loved you and how important you were to him against your skin. All this time, all the hope you had, was for naught. The man at your back was a stranger.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Din pressed another hot kiss to the back of your neck. "But I just wanted to show you our new throne, my queen. Surprise."
As it turned out, the light at the end of the tunnel had turned out to be just more hellfire.
In the dead of night, you ran.
You had hoped Din would return to his senses, become the man he once was, on his own accord. You hoped he had only needed time, but this had been proof. You were out of your depth. Din needed more than just time, he needed more than just you. As soon as you got past the thick, stormy atmosphere on Mandalore, you’d call for help.
The plan had been to take Din’s ship. It was the only one you were familiar with the controls enough to not have to worry about running into any issues. As it turned out, flying was not going to be the biggest problem you faced.
“Cyar’ika.”
Your blood ran cold. Slowly, nervously, you turned around to see Din stood not far away. His shoulders were slumped in disappointment, and the look in his eyes could only be described as absolute and total devastation. He took one step forward and you took one back. Din’s jaw locked.
“Din…”
“What are you doing?” Din murmured.
You shook your head. “Listen to me⏤”
“Listen??” Din scoffed. He took in a shuddering breath. “How could you⏤ Cyar’ika, I… Why?”
His voice cracked and you felt your heart ache in your chest. Din took another step toward you and you held a hand up which brought him to a sudden halt. You pressed your lips together then tried to explain that you were doing this for him. “Din, you’re not…you’re not yourself. You need help.”
“I need you.” Din replied firmly. “Everything is fine.”
“You murdered a man in cold blood today.”
“Is that what you⏤ You truly think so little of me?” Din asked. “It was a duel, cyar’ika. A challenge on my rule. I had no choice.”
You took a step toward him. “Din, you slaughtered him. And you enjoyed it.”
Din’s eyes darkened and the energy that slammed into you was possessive. For so long, you assumed that was how the darksaber felt. However, seeing the way he stared at you now, you realized the possession went much further than how the saber felt for him. He stormed forward and on pure instinct your hand drew your lightsaber without activating it. A warning. His steps stuttered. You didn’t know it was possible to visually see a person’s heart break, but you were witness to it right now.
“Cyar’ika,” Din whispered, “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”
That was true for the man you fell in love with.
Was it still true?
“I…I…” You struggled to find your words.
Din held his hands out, palms up, in surrender. He took slow steps toward you as if you were a skittish animal he was trying to calm. The tenderness in Din’s gaze cracked your resolve. He reached out and let his hands slowly drag down your arms until they reached your hands. You felt your body tremble. It was easy to make the decision to run when you stared at Din’s features covered in blood, but now? His warm, brown eyes reminded you of every soft touch and tender word of love.
“Just come back with me.” Din whispered. “Talk to me, cyar’ika. I know…I know things haven’t been right.” He squeezed your hands and pushed the one holding the lightsaber back to your hip. “Let me fix this. Let me make this right. Give me a chance.”
Din leaned forward to set his forehead against yours. A familiar motion that brought you comfort. You let out a soft sigh. One more night. You could spend it talking with Din, gauging a better plan, and it wasn’t like you would be able to leave right now anyways. Not with him right in front of you like this. The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t just going to let you walk away and the absolute last thing you wanted to do was fight him.
“Please?” Din pleased.
“Okay.” You murmured.
The bright smile of relief that crossed his face made your heart flutter. Din pulled you into a tight hug and he clung to you like a lifeline. This would be alright. This would be okay. You’d make sure of it. Din slipped his hand into yours and carefully tugged you alongside him. The entire walk back to your bedroom was silent. Din’s thumb traced patterns against your skin.
“I love you.” Din said the moment you were back in your shared room together. His words came out as a desperate ache. “I’m sorry…”
“No, Din, I…I love you. I will always love you.” You replied. “I was leaving to help you.” Din’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I just think you’ve lost sight of your path.” You pressed your lips together then settled your hands on his chest. “I think we should leave Mandalore. Not forever, just⏤ I think we should visit Boba or Karga. Peli? Or… Or maybe we can reach out to Skywalker. Try to visit Grogu.”
Din’s eyes widened at the suggestion.
He wrapped his hands around your wrists then lifted your hands so he could press a soft kiss against one palm then the other. Din nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow. I’ll be better, cyar’ika.” You gave him a small smile and he leaned in to crash his lips against yours. The way his lips moved against yours made you feel like he was trying to physically beg you to stay with him. Din had never been a man of many words, he’d whisper kind sentiments, but he always showed how much he cared by action. “I love you.” Din’s mouth dropped to your neck as his hands began to tear at your clothes. “You are everything to me.”
Your hands reached out to unlatch Din’s armor. It was muscle memory for you. How many times had you done this exact same action in the dark during your time with him? Too many to count. His besker fell to the ground and the second he was bare of any armor, Din scooped you up and carried you to bed.
In the morning everything would be okay.
You’d make it so.
A familiar hand caressing the side of your face is what you woke to. You forced your eyes open, groggy, to find that Din was sitting on the side of the bed leaning over you. He wore his armor once more. Din leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead.
“Ni ceta, cyar’ika.”
“Din?” You questioned.
“I want you to know that everything I do is because I love you.” Din said. “I’ve lost everything, but you.” He cradled the side of your face. “Even this, accepting the title and responsibility of Mandalor, I did with you in mind.”
There was a tone in his voice that was making you nervous. Slowly, you sat up and shook your head, “Din, I never asked you to do that.”
“I know.” He replied. “But this is how I protect you.”
“Din⏤”
“There is nothing in this galaxy that will harm you while I’m around.” Din said firmly. He stood up off the bed and gave you a tight nod. “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. This won’t last forever, I swear it. But I can’t leave anything to chance. Not when you mean so much to me.”
Din began to walk toward the bedroom door to leave and you stared at him in confusion. Quickly, before he could leave, you threw the blankets off your body and jumped out of bed. There was a heaviness around your left ankle, a coldness, and with every movement came a rattling. You glanced down to see a shiny, silver chain locked around your ankle. It trailed to the wall beside your bed.
“Din.” You breathed. He stopped but said nothing. “Din?” He turned around with sad eyes. Panicked, you began to rush toward him, but a few feet away from him the chain caught your ankle and you nearly fell to the floor. Warm hands caught you by the arms and pulled your back to your feet. Teary eyed, you shook your head. “What have you done?”
“It’s temporary.” Din repeated himself. “Just until I know you won’t hurt yourself by leaving.”
“Hurt myself⏤ Din, I⏤”
“Cyar’ika, I'm doing this for you. To protect you.” Din gave you a tight lipped smile of regret. “Or until I can make you understand.” Din leaned his forehead against yours. The soft action you loved ruined by his words. “You are mine, cyar’ika. You are mine, and I am yours.” That look of possession was in his eyes again. “And because you are mine, I have to take care of you. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
Din was beginning to step back so you quickly cupped his face between your hands. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be. As softly as you could manage, trying to bite back the fear and panic in your voice, you mumbled. “Din, baby, you’re losing yourself. I love you, but you’re losing yourself and it’s breaking my heart. Let me go. Let me help you.”
He turned his head and gently kissed the inside of your palm.
“Maybe I am.” Din murmured. “But if that’s the cost of keeping you, then it’s one I will happily pay.”
Din left without another word and you crumpled to the ground in tears. You mourned for the man you lost and cursed the man who took his place.
mando'a translations
ni ceta: i'm sorry
cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart
cetar: kneel
nayc: no
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Being Hers
Elsa x Knight!Reader headcanons
You were a knight, trained from a young age to protect the crown.
Around her age, Elsa found herself drawn to you even through the fear of her powers. She was in love with you from a young age and yet the fear of her powers kept her away from you.
She found herself sneaking out of the self imposed exile of her room just to sneak to the training grounds to see you as you trained with the other guards.
For most of your life growing up in the castle, you felt someone’s gentle eyes on you. You’d see a streak of platinum blonde hair peering around a corner. Anna would often giggle, she knew exactly who it was.
Anna would try anything she could to get Elsa to talk with you. She even slide a ‘do you like Y/N’ note under Elsa’s door once.
When the time came for Elsa to take the crown, you were named Elsa’s bodyguard. Despite having seen her a couple times, the sight of her beauty took your breath away.
What you didn’t notice was that her breath had hitched at the sight of you in your armor.
‘Your majesty’ you bowed to her.
‘my knight’ she bowed back.
And then came the frozen lake incident. Anna ordered you to look after the people of Arendale along with Hans. You saw through his facade.
It was you that defended Elsa against Hans when Anna made her sacrifice and subsequently saved both herself and Elsa.
Elsa’s heart was finally open and yet she was still a little shy around you. Even in the comfort of her study while you stood at the ready, she could only steal little glances at you.
‘I’m at your side always, my queen’ you tell her.
‘please’ she gently asks you, ‘when it’s just us, call me Elsa’
‘of course…Elsa’ the sound of her name on your lips made her shutter a little.
It was the combined efforts of Anna, Olaf, Kristoff and Sven that finally got Elsa to admit her feelings for you.
Elsa professed her love for you while you and her were in her study.
‘Y/N’ she found her throat dry, ‘I-I can’t have you as my bodyguard anymore.’
‘I’m sorry, my queen?’
‘I-I wish for you to be mine.’ Elsa stutters, ‘I love you. I know it goes against every oath and every vow you’ve taken but-’
You close the gap and kiss her gently. Despite the supposed chill of her powers, you found her touch, her lips, to be extremely warm. Her arms wrap around your neck as yours wrap around her waist.
Elsa giggles in delight, ‘I’ll take that as a yes?’
‘I love you Elsa’ you whisper against her lips, ‘I don’t care what oath or what vow, you’re worth breaking them’
‘Maybe we can make some of our own vows some day’
The idea sounded fantastic.
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Hi!! Could I get some harry hook x male!reader where reader is the eldest child of Anna and Kristoff please? Also maybe reader looks just like his mum but acts like his dad? Thanks and sorry if it's too specific fjdjdjvjs
Always - Harry Hook x male!reader
a/n: I honestly think that reader personaliy is more like anna han kristoff. somehow i really struggled wih that. i lowkey hate this but i still hope you enjoy his <3
warnings: no use of y/n, making out, small fight/angst, ew emotions, I love some good drama, i hate this tbh, not proofread
When Mal decided to open the barrier forever, it was cerainly an adjusment for everyone.
The Vks that came over to auradon were enrolled into auradon prep and all assigned an auradon student to help them settle in and answer any questions they might have.
You weren't the biggest fan of that arrangementt. Not because you didnt like or trust the vks, you were actually quite close with all of the cour four. You just werent a big people person. So having to share your dorm with someone you dont know and most likely having them at your side 24/7? Not ideal for you.
Especially when you heard who you were going to be paired with.
But Mal had basically begged you to help.
"Please. I know you dont like this but he is kind of difficult and i know that you could handle him. I dont know anyone else that could."
So you reluctantly agreed.
Mal was right. Harry Hook was certainly difficult. He was really stuck in ways and refused to change. He refused to follow any rules, he was mean and he hated school. And the worst thing? He was stupidly hot.
Now, you hated school just as much, and you did skip a few lessons here and there but you had respect for your teachers and your peers. And you knew that unfortunately school was important for your future.
Usually you couldnt care less if other people got on trouble but harry was your responsibility now, so everytime he got into trouble, you were getting dragged into it. And you hated it.
So thats how you ended up in fairy godmothers office for the 7th time that week (it was thursday) sitting next to Harry, who just looked bored while you were about to beat him up.
This has been happeneing for almost 3 months at this point.
"This can not keep going on. Harry If you cannot follow the rules and integrate yourself into Auradon then we might be forced to take stronger action."
Back in your dorm Harry threw himself onto his bed.
"Well that a tad overdramatic aye?"
You couldnt hold it in anymore.
"HARRY! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND YOU HURT OTHERS. ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BASICALLY A FEW OFFENSES AWAY FROM EXPULSION?! AND IF THAT HAPPENS YOU BASICALLY HAVE NO CHANCE ANYMORE TO DO ANYTHING! NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR AS WELL. JUST THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"
Without looking at him you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.
The rest of your day was spend ranting to Mal and Evie about Harry. Mal hat texted Uma during your rant, telling her to speak with Harry. He would probably listen to her. She was his best friend after all.
You dreaded going to bed that night. Just being in the same room with him.
Uma left your Room just before you arrived, so when you entered Harry was sitting on his bed, a conflicted expression on his face.
You decided to ignore him, just grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom to change for bed.
When you exited the beathroom agin harry had also changed into sweatpants. GREY sweatpants.
Fuck. Was he trying to kill you?
His head perked up at the sound of the bathroom door.
"Hey..."
You looked over at him.
"What Hook?"
He looked a little conflicted still, which confused you. Why the sudden change in mood?
"Look... I'm nae good at this but- fuck..." He sighed exxasperated. "I wanted to apologize."
You head snapped to him again In surprise.
"What?"
"I acted like a total dickhead." He started ranting, trying to get it all outbefore he mentally talked himself out of it. " I didnt care how I might hurt ya. And I don't even have a good reason for that. I was just scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. All I have ever known was the Isle. I am used to hiding myself behind a Tough outside and I was scared to change from that."
Harry quickly wiped his eyes of the tears swimming in them, hoping you wouldnt notice. But you did.
You were shocked by his sudden and surprisingly honest outburst. For a few very long seconds you just stared at each other.
"Harry...." You took a slow step towards him. "I'm sorry. I should've realized how hard this would be. And I know it will be difficult, but i promise you that from now on you wont have to hide anymore. You're safe here."
Now, standing right before harry, you layed your hand on his shoulder. Harrys eyes met yours, once again swimming with tears but a small smile gacing his lips.
"Thank ye."
You reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from his eye, your hand resting on harrys cheek, his head leaning into your touch.
You noticed how close you two had gotten. Your eyes flickering from harrys eyes to his lips for a split second.
"Harry?" Your noses brushed against each other ever so slightly.
"Yea?" His voice was barely a whisper.
"I really hope I'm not reading this wrong," You voice matched his. "but can I kiss you?"
Harry was silent, and for a few excruciating second you truly thought you were wrong. Harry was into guys, you knew that much. He didnt hide that part about himself. But did he like you?
"Yes please."
A small sigh of relief left your mouth as you leaned in, your lips moving against his. Harrys hands moved to your hips, gripping at the exposed skin, thanks to your lack of shirt. In turn your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping onto his hair.
When you parted for air, you kept your eyes closed, your foreheads leaning against each other.
For a few seconds all you could hear was you heavy breathing and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears, before Harry leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulling you flush against his bare chest by your hips.
Once again you pulled back, this time a little more, looking into each others eyes.
"Thank ye, darlin"
"Always."
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SUN DOWN, I'M UP ... hobie x fem reader
warnings / contains: fluff
synopsis: your boyfriend watches frozen with you <3 ( fluff ver. )
✞ NOW PLAYING: asleep among endives, ichiko aoba
... " hobie? " you called out, hearing a faint but loud ' click ' from your window that was just a couple feet away from your bed that you were comfortably laying in.
you hoped that it was him, since he usually came through the window despite you giving him a key to your apartment.
" yea? " he answered, causing a relived sigh to leave your body when you saw his mask as he climbed out of the window.
" why are you here so late? " you questioned, looking over at the clock that sat on your nightstand reading 12am.
" di' i startle you luv? " he asked, his thick accent rolling off his lounge perfectly. " i jus' wanted to see ya " he took off his mask, exposing his piercings and a warm look in his eyes.
you smiled softly at him " no, no you didn't startle me. just didn't expect you to be away at this hour "
he smiled back at you, walking closer to you. he loved the way you looked at him. you beautiful doe-eyes looking into his.
" do you wanna maybe... watch a movie ? " you asked him, beaming with excitement when he said yes.
frozen, was the movie. you could visibly tell he wasn't interested in the children ' s cartoon at first, but seeing your enthusiasm and how happy you were, he let up and watched the movie.
he was cuddled close to you, his head laying on your plump thighs. he loved your body, every curve, every inch, every part. he kissed the inside of your thigh while you were talking about your childhood crush, kristoff.
he chuckled softly at how happy you looked, talking the time to also admire you faical features.
to hobie, you were a godess. an angel sent from god just for him. he adored the way you carried yourself and how nice you were towards others.
he was pulled away from his love-dazed trance when you softly called his name. " hobie? you good? " you asked, tilting your head to the side. cute...
" yea, yea " he nodded " jus' thinkin' "
" about what? "
" abou' you "
you stopped for a moment, " me? " you asked. hobie smiled at you " abou' how beautiful you look " he moved closer to you, showering your face and upper body with pepper kisses, hearing soft giggles and ' stop! ' 's from you.
he pulled away to see your face. the smile you wore that he loved.
he sighed happily " i luv you " you kissed his forehead and responded with a enthusiastically calm voice " i love you more "
a/n: AUGHHEWHJD this is so cute (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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~Your One and Only Protector~
SGE <Movie version> Imagine (Lady Lesso x Fem Reader)
Warning: Fluff
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Woods are scaringly fascinating for an ever like you. It holds a lot of danger yet it is the most peaceful place you can find in this world of what they say is "balance".
You climb a tree with the help of Gale, and sit on one of it's higher branches and heave a sigh releasing all your anger towards a certain dean of the school.
Before the school being combined, you and Lady Lesso have a few small dispute that happens to be the one that is making your life like hell.
You missed Agatha so much for she is the only one who knows and who listens to all your rants about that Lady Lesso.
Now that Agatha left and the school is one, every single damn time that you walked into the hall you can see her which makes your blood boil all the time. She always looked at you with condescending eyes and Dovey would just elbow her and you will walk fast past them.
You look at your surroundings and your view is no less than magnificent. You can see the whole school from where you are and you can observe from here. You don’t have any company but Gale, who is giving you a light refreshing breeze to help you calm down from your anger. But everytime you get to remember why you are angry, the temperature is starting to drop.
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“A princess is not supposed to hold a sword Y/n.” Lady Lesso said out of nowhere while you are busy practicing alone on the gym. You stopped at what you are doing and face her way. You try to meet her eyes but you are unsuccessful for her gaze are somewhere else.
You are wearing a white tanked top paired with black cycling shorts. You are filled with sweats and probably dehydrated. You make your way into the nearest bench where your towel and bottled water are placed. You hung your towel onto your shoulder and drank your water to satisfy your thirst. You did all of that with Lady Lesso’s eyes are scanning you making you feel conscious about the way you look. You are princess after all, you may be practicing to hold a sword but still appearance is one hell of a requirement for all of you evers.
“What are you looking at Professor?” You asked after a minute of her feeding at your sight. She shrugged whatever thought she has and then she looked at your orbs.
“Like I’ve said, princesses shouldn’t be bothered learning to hold a sword.” You scoffed at her statement and wiped your sweat. From your forehead to your cheeks down to your neck and chest. You didn’t notice how her eyes followed the strokes of your towel and how she gulped at the sight.
“And do you think I care?” You asked her almost daring her to say something. She didn’t so you put the sword that you’re holding up to show it to her. “This sword is one of the most precious possession my mother have professor. I need to be worthy of wielding this.” You said while looking at the frozen sword. A ray of light from a window that is reflected at it is almost blinding you but that stopped when a slender hand with long black nails, holds the sword blocking the light.
“Ahh of course. You, Princess Y/N of Arendelle, daughter of Queen Anna and King Kristoff, always trying to prove your worthy for the people of your kingdom. Your mother who claims to be inlove with a man who she met just a day. And your father who seems crazy talking to reindeer.” She said in a mocking tone making you furious.
“How dare you talk to my parents like that?” You spat at her but all she did was to look down at you.
“All i’m saying is stop this thing.” She tried to get my sword out of your grasp but you didn’t let her. You stepped backward and you get all of your things, ready to leave the gym. “Just leave me alone.” She was taken aback of what you have said.
“You are a princess, you should focus on how to keep yourself pretty and how to earn your first kiss. You’ll probably going to have a hard time to get yourself a prince before the Ball because of how you act. You have your mother’s stubbornness and yet you get your independence from your aunt. Such an irritating combination of attitude.”
“And why on heaven’s earth do you care professor? You may be a teacher but you still are fruit of evil so why do you care for a mere ever whose looks does not have the power to reach your beauty standards?” You shouted at her but didn’t wait for her answer as you stomped your way out.
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“Gale, I am beautiful right?” You asked annoyed at the elemental spirit that is accompanying you right now. It breezes lightly and you take that as a sign of yes. “Hmph, I can get any prince whenever I want. Besides they are not a necessity, I actually like to think that they are just an accessory for princesses to fit in on fairy tale's society. Don’t you think?” You asked again and much more breeze with autumn leaves surrounds you and you just laughs.
“Such an idiot you are.” A voice interrupts you making you jerk from your sit and you lost your balance. You are expecting to hit the hard ground but you didn’t. You thought Gale helped you but you felt an arms around your waists after a few seconds. ‘Gale doesn’t have arms.’ You thought so out of curiosity you open your eyes but that caught your guard off.
Two amethyst colored orbs are looking straight at you and scanning not just your eyes but your whole face. How beautiful her eyes are whether you deny it or not. Her make up that is highlighting her gorgeous face are going to be the death of you. How can you hate her when she’s this flawless physically? Wait, whether she is pretty outside her insides are not. You seems to get a hold on your body now so you pushed her abruptly and she let you.
“Where did you came from? You are literally coming out of nowhere.” You said exasperatingly.
“I’ve come to say my apologies.” You are shocked at her statement for The former dean of evil does not admit her wrong. You can;t believe it because please, her ego is higher than the castle your aunt Elsa built.
“Why?” You asked out of speechlessness. She looked at her sides eyeing if someone can hear her.
“Perhaps what I have said is too much.” She said with her eyes everywhere but yours and a blank expression. You don’t know if she is genuine or not but it is enough for now. At least she tried to say sorry.
“A-apology accepted.” She looked at you with a little to no expression.
“That’s it?” You nod at her and she release a sigh. Your eyes are still at her and she meet it.
“How come it’s easy?” Your eyebrow cocked at this woman.
“What choice do I have other than to forgive you?” You asked her then you sit down at the bottom of the tree where you fell.
“Not to forgive me.” She said then points her cane into where you’re sitting. “That is full of dirt princess, what are you thinking sitting the-” She stopped whatever she was saying because you grab the end of the cane that is near you and pulled it with her. She ended up sitting beside you and after that you stare at the clouds above you. What a great weather it is.
“You know professor, it would be no good if I keep my grudge onto myself, I am now grateful that you at least say your regrets after what you’ve done even though it is clear that you are evil.” You say beside her relaxed and feeling the air around you.
While you are enjoying your surroundings and her company, your professor seems to not like sitting on a dirt. She keeps patting at her back and when you twist your head to look at her, she looks uncomfortable.
“Well you should be thankful for I will never ever say sorry to anyone ever again, and oh my, I really hate dirt.” She whines and she stands up. You followed her and straighten up your back.
“Well I feel honored to be the only one to hear your apology professor.” You said in a mocking tone and you look up at her while smiling genuinely. Her posture is straight and her eyes are running from your head to your toe.
“And to answer your question earlier...” She said dragging every word but you look at her with confusion in your eyes.
“Why do I care?” You mouthed an ‘aahh’ at her and nod. So she continued. “That’s because you are such a precious princess. I can’t bare to know that you can stand up physically for yourself when...” She pause her sentence. It is evident that she is contemplating whether she should say her next words or not. Because those words will surely change everything between the two of you.
“When what?” You asked really anticipating on what is she going to say next. You gulped and unconsciously licked you lips to give them moisture. You don’t know why but you feel like whatever she’s going to say next will lighten your already good day.
She leaned in into you and you just stand there like a statue which is the source of her giggle. She puts her index finger under your chin and her thumb brushed your lips. Her gesture made a rampaging zoo like feeling on your stomach and redness is coating your entire face.
“When you should be protected by me. Whenever danger surrounds you, you are physically prepared and I hate that because I want you to need me. I want to be your one and only protector, not just some silly prince who can’t even invite you to the Ball after one simple threat. Like hello, in the future they will need to have the courage to save princesses like you and yet... ugh I really hate princes.” She said that causes your eyes to widen and you gasp at her reveal.
“You threatened them because you like me? Poor man.” You put your hands on your waist and turn your back on her. You can’t believe that someone really tried to ask you out. Not that you lost hoped with it, you just doubted your appearance for a second.
“You don’t need them anyways.” Lady Lesso said and you felt an arms circle your waist and you felt her chin on your shoulders. She is still holding her cane in front of you both.
“You are right, I don’t need them but you didn’t have to do that. Who is he?” You asked and you feel a tickling sensation when her breath touches your neck after she shoves your hair.
“He? More like them! Whatever you are going to the ball without them and you will spend your night after the ball with me.” She said and you didn’t oppose on that idea for you loved it as well.
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for the first time in forever | pjm fluff | bts disney series
jungkook | taehyung | jimin | namjoon | hoseok | yoongi | jin
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pairing: jimin x reader
tags: fluff duh, kristoff!jimin x reader, based off plot of 'Frozen'
word count: 497 words
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You find yourself in a winter wonderland, surrounded by pristine snow-covered landscapes. The air is crisp, and the snow crunches beneath your boots as you make your way through the enchanting forest. You're not alone– in fact, you’re far from it.
“Jimin, what on earth is taking you so long? Hurry up!”
You don’t notice the mischievous sparkle in Jimin’s as he scoops up a handful of snow, shaping it into a perfect snowball. A playful grin plays on his lips, and before you know it, he launches the snowball towards you. You duck just in time, feeling the rush of cold air as it whizzes past, narrowly missing your cheek.
"Careful there, Y/N," he teases, his laughter ringing through the winter air. You retaliate, gathering your own snowball and hurling it in his direction. Jimin effortlessly dodges, his agility matching that of a wolf. The snow fight ensues, the two of you darting between trees, giggling like children in this magical realm.
As the banter continues, Jimin's eyes suddenly lock onto yours, and his expression shifts ever so slightly.. His teasing tone softens, replaced by something more tender. He takes a step closer, his gaze lingering on your lips. The air becomes charged with an unspoken energy, and a gentle warmth blossoms within you.
"Y/N…" he murmurs, his voice soft as a snowflake landing on your skin. "You know, we make quite the team. What do you say we become something more than that?"
His hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining as he pulls you into a dance amidst the falling snowflakes. The world around you fades, leaving only the two of you twirling in a delicate waltz. The snow crunches beneath your feet, creating a melody that seems to echo the beating of your hearts.
Jimin's eyes lock onto yours, his unwavering gaze hovering on your lips. The playful snow fight transforms into a flirtatious dance, each movement drawing you closer. A snowflake lands on his eyelashes, glistening like a tiny diamond, and you can't resist the urge to brush it away with your fingertips.
The forest around you melts away– the world disappears as if you're the only two souls in existence. The lingering tension builds, and the air is thick with anticipation.
Unable to resist any longer, Jimin leans in, his lips gently meeting yours. The kiss is soft, like the delicate touch of falling snow. Yet the warmth of Jimin’s lips made the kiss anything but, with the heat from your cheeks being able to melt an iceberg. Time stops, and for a brief moment your heart does too.
As you pull away, Jimin's eyes regain their usual glint, and he grins. The warmth of the kiss seemed to linger in the winter air– as if the snowy landscape was applauding your union. The two of you continue your journey through the enchanted forest, hand in hand, the magic of the moment etched into the snowy canvas of your memories.
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Love Snow
Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
Summary - Bucky and Reader...spending time together.
You and Bucky live in an apartment in the city. You and Bucky have been dating for a while, then you two decided to live together. You and Bucky are madly in love with each other and he is very protective of you.
Bucky went to the supermarket and he got soaked. You helped Bucky with the bags and he went to change his clothes. The rain got stronger and the thunderstorms started, Bucky is wearing his pajamas and you're in the kitchen.
“Why did you get pumpkins?” You asked.
“Because I remember you telling me, that you never carved a pumpkin... So I thought we can do it together” Bucky said.
You couldn't help to smile and he smiled back at you.
“That’s sweet. Can we do it now?” You said.
“Yeah, we can” Bucky smiled.
Bucky put the newspaper on the table. He got two huge pumpkins and he puts them on the table. Bucky starts to explain and show how to cut the top of the pumpkin and take out the insides, you did struggle a little bit but you did it.
“Having fun?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah, I like doing this” You smiled.
You and Bucky draw a face on the pumpkins then start to cut it. You take pictures of the pumpkins and Bucky kissed you on the lips. You and Bucky put the pumpkins by the windows.
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You and Bucky decided to go to a pumpkin patch farm. You two decided to dress up for Halloween and usually, Bucky doesn't celebrate Halloween. Bucky is dressed up as Flynn Rider from Tangled and you are dressed up as Kristoff from Frozen. At the pumpkin patch farm, first, you and Bucky took a picture with the scarecrow by the entrance.
“Maybe we try the maze first?” You asked.
“Sure, why not. Are you going to use your powers?” Bucky said.
“It won't be like last time. It's a maze and shut up” You said.
Bucky laughed “Y/n, you got so scared that you used teleportation to leave during the mission”
“Shut up” You giggled.
You smacked his arm. He wrapped his arms around you and he starts to kiss your face.
“It was a little funny, babe” Bucky smiled.
“You are mean for making fun of me,” You said.
He gave you a peck on the lips.
“It was cute. Do you still want to go into the maze?” Bucky said.
“Yeah, let's do it” You smiled.
You and Bucky go into the maze and keep going further. After a while, somehow you and Bucky got separated from each other now Bucky can't find you. Bucky takes out his phone and he called you and you did pick up his call.
“Where are you?” Bucky asked.
“I’m still in the maze. And no I didn't get scared with the kids who dressed up a killer clown” You said.
Bucky laughed “Oh, you did get scared”
“I’m hanging up. You can find the exit by yourself” You said
He laughed again and you did hang up. Bucky tries to find the exit on his own but he couldn't do it. He called you again as you picked up.
“Where are you in the maze,” Bucky said.
“I have no idea. Where are you?” You said.
“I don't know either. So... Can you come to get me?” Bucky said.
“No,” You said.
“Babe, don't be like that. I'm sorry, I laughed at you getting scared. Please come get me” Bucky said.
“Fine. I will come to get you, just stay still” You said.
“I Love you” Bucky smiled.
“Yeah, yeah me too,” You said.
You can hear Bucky giggling. You closed your eyes and you start to focus on your boyfriend’s location, seconds later you found him. You used teleportation and you startled him
“Fuck” Bucky jumped.
“Don’t be scared” You teased.
“I knew you would come for me” Bucky smiled.
“Let's get something to eat,” You said.
You grabbed his hand and used teleportation to get out of the maze. You and Bucky went to buy fall theme drinks and ate some snacks.
“Yeah, I don't like it and I don't get why people are obsessed with Pumpkin Spice Latte,” Bucky said.
“I think it's good,” You said.
“You can have my mine. I will see what else they have” Bucky said.
“Okay,” You said.
Later, you and Bucky went to feed the animals and that was fun.
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You and Bucky are home. You and Bucky start to bake Halloween cookies, Bucky ate a cookie once it came out of the oven, and he burned his mouth. You laughed at him then you and Bucky watch tv together and you cuddle with him.
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You are helping Bucky put the Christmas lights on the windows.
“Babe, you got a package,” Bucky said.
He is holding a huge box.
“Well, I know you like Christmas shirts and you like to wear them to bed. So I got us a few Christmas shirts” You smiled.
“Let’s open the box, right now Y/n,” Bucky said.
You laughed and he starts to open the box. You start to take out the shirts, he is liking the shirts you got for him. Bucky takes off his sweater and shirt, he starts to try on the shirts.
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Bucky wakes up early and you're still sleeping. He kissed your forehead and he gets out of bed. Bucky likes to go to bed just wearing his briefs and he heads to the kitchen. Bucky starts to make the coffee and he grabbed the Christmas coffee mugs. Now he grabbed the food and he starts to cook. You wake up and you see that he isn't in bed, but you can smell the food. You get out of bed and you go to the kitchen.
“Hey, babe breakfast is ready. I was going to wake you up” Bucky said.
“It looks good” You smiled.
You and Bucky sit down and start to eat breakfast. After breakfast, you and Bucky got dressed and went to the store. Bucky is pushing the shopping cart, you two are going to buy a Christmas tree and decorations for the inside of the apartment. Bucky grabbed the Santa hat and put it on his head.
“That's cute,” You said.
You take a picture of him. You and Bucky start to look at the Christmas trees and it's hard to pick one.
“I think we should take this one,” Bucky said.
The tree is 8ft it has fake snow, led lights, and fake pine cones. You agreed to the tree, now you and Bucky start to pick the Christmas ornaments. Then you got Christmas sweaters and socks. Bucky grabbed the gingerbread house kit, you and Bucky got so many things that are Christmas-related.
Before going home, you and Bucky go inside a new cafe show. You and Bucky tried the Christmas theme drinks and the pastries.
Once at home, you and Bucky start to decorate the Christmas tree first. You are putting Christmas decorations on the tree, Bucky squeezed your ass.
“Watch it,” You said.
“Or what?” Bucky smirked.
Bucky wrapped his arms around you and he starts to kiss you. His hands go under your shirt and you keep kissing him, you and Bucky smile at each other.
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Later that night, you and Bucky leave the apartment and go to a restaurant. It started to snow in the morning. You and Bucky started to play in the snow and throw snowballs at each other. You and Bucky are smiling and having fun throwing snow at each other. Bucky accidentally hit you in the face.
“Y/n, I am so sorry! Are you okay, babe?” Bucky said.
He put his hands on your face.
“It did hurt, but I will be fine,” You said.
Bucky wipes the snow off your shoulders. He takes you home and he apologized again.
You and Bucky changed into Christmas pajamas. Then you and Bucky start to do the gingerbread house together. Bucky starts to eat some of the gummies.
“Don’t eat the gummies, Bucky” You said.
“Well, my boyfriend didn't buy cupcakes so I will eat the gummies,” Bucky said.
He kissed your cheek and just smiled at you. You and Bucky keep decorating the gingerbread house. Once it was done, Bucky took a picture of it and he took a selfie with you. Bucky has a few pictures of you on his phone.
“Send the picture to me,” You said.
“Babe, please make hot cocoa. I love it when you make it” Bucky said.
“Why, you don't make it?” You asked.
Bucky wrapped his arms around you, he starts to kiss your face. You start to laugh and he doesn't stop.
“Y/n, please make the hot cocoa. I love my hot boyfriend and he is the best” Bucky smiled.
You can't stop smiling “Okay, I will make it”
While you are making the hot cocoa, Bucky grabbed the snacks and take them to the living room. You and Bucky are going to watch a movie together and he brings out the extra blankets. You and Bucky sit down together, he starts to drink the hot cocoa.
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New Year's Eve... Tony invited everyone to his condo for a party.
Everyone arrived at the party then Bucky put a New Year's hat on your head then he puts on a New Years' hat on his head also. You and Bucky take a few pictures with the others. Bucky is making you laugh because he is facing goofy. Then he put his hands on your hips and he can't stop smiling at you.
The countdown starts...
“I love you, Y/n and I'm happy with you,” Bucky said.
5
4
3
2
1
Everyone yelled happy new year and he starts to kiss you passionately.
“I love you so much, Bucky” You smiled.
He kissed you again. A bit later, you and Bucky go home and cuddle on the couch. You can hear the fireworks, then you and Bucky fell asleep on the couch.
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LittleMouse!Series Part Six: The Hours In Between - Alden Parker x Reader
Tagging: @mandy426 @neapolitantoebeans @yezzyyae
LittleMouse!Series
Don't... - Alden hates what your doing.
Waiting - You leave your ex waiting.
In Sickness & In Health - Alden and your ex sit down to discuss you.
Bordeaux - You come home to an unexpected surprise.
Acts of Violence - Alden walks into a nightmare.
The next few hours flash by in a haze of chaos, noise and florescent lights. There’s too much commotion around you, too much activity. You can’t make sense of what’s happening because all you can focus on is the pain that emanates from the place where Kristof had stabbed you with the stem of a broken wineglass. You slip in and out of consciousness during this time, snatching at pieces of reality.
“You’re in the hospital.” Alden tells you during a brief moment of lucidity. “They’re prepping you for surgery.”
The darkness is already rushing back in again before you can open your mouth to respond.
You keep going back to that moment in the apartment, the one where everything changed. You can’t believe how quickly it escalated. There’s never been a threat of violence from Kristof before, not until tonight.
“You can’t just break into my apartment and make yourself at home.” You’d snapped at him when he tried to hand you the glass of Bordeaux.
“What else am I supposed to do?” He’d asked you, setting it down on the coffee table. “You won’t meet with me, take my calls, answer my texts...”
“You aren’t picking up the hint?” You return, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “I do not want to speak to you.”
“Not even after what Parker told you?” Kristof asks incredulously, his hands coming to rest on his hips. “Because he did tell you, didn’t he?”
You’d sank into the armchair then because you’d begun to see where this pathological desire for contact comes from. The thing about Kristof? He’s a powerful man, he’s used to other people doing his bidding and when they don’t, he acquires leverage, he forces them to bend to his will. This diagnosis isn’t something you can combat and that makes him feel helpless. You can see that he’s spiralling, he’s used to being in control and now that’s been snatched from him.
“I’m sorry that you’re sick.” You tell him, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch across from you. “It must have been a shock.”
“It was.” Kristoff tells you as he sits down. He picks up the Bordeaux, his thumb chasing along the curvature of the wine glass. “In that moment it’s like the world just stopped and everything I had done up until that point it didn’t matter. It feels like I’m staring down the barrel of a gun and I…”
He’d shaken his head then before his gaze flickered up to meet yours.
“This is the first real conversion I have had about it. You are then only one I can let see this part of me, the only one I trust to be vulnerable around. That’s why I need you…”
You see your mistake almost immediately. You’d forgotten what it was like to be around Kristof, how he manipulates the situation to suit him. He’s intentionally pulling on your heart strings, strumming them the same way he did back then. The difference is you’ve grown now, moved on, you know how to set boundaries.
“That’s not going to happen Kris.” You say firmly. “We’ve been divorced three years now and it took me a long time to recover from what you did to me. You’ve never held yourself accountable for any of it, not the games, not the women…”
“You want me to say I’m sorry?” He interrupts you, his voice filled with ire. “Fine I’m sorry, but you were sad all the fucking time. What was I supposed to do when you decided you didn’t want to put out?”
You lose your shit then because the audacity of this man astounds you.
“My friend had just died. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go down on you to help ‘relieve’ a little stress before the Congressional Dinner.”
“That’s not…” He trails off, the muscle in his cheek twitching because the reason the two of you had gotten divorced was because you’d walked in on him fucking a Whitehouse Aide in your bed after picking up his tuxedo. “That’s not what I came here to talk about. I need you to come back…”
“And I need you to get the fuck out.” You were on your feet at that point already heading back to grab your phone. “Fuck, I’ll call Metro myself.”
It’s the threat of a scandal that tips him over the edge. The idea of him being dragged out of his ex-wife’s apartment in handcuffs for breaking and entering. You suspect in that moment he saw his future, declining health, his reputation in tatters and he blamed you, the woman who refused to be controlled by him anymore.
It had become a fight for your life after that because you had no doubt that he wanted to kill you. You could see it in his eyes.
When you wake up, it’s with an intense agony in your left side and a dry mouth. You try to move your hand to pull off the oxygen mask on your face but Alden’s already intervening. His fingers gently curl around yours, guiding your hand back down as he raises to his feet so that you can see his face. You can’t describe how comforting you find his presence so instead you squeeze his hand lightly.
“Welcome back, sweetheart.” He says fondly, his lips brushing over your hairline. “Trust me, you’ve been missed.”
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Elsa’s Masquerade
Word count: 330
Relationship: Elsa x Female reader
Rated: G
Summary: Elsa meets a masked stranger at the Masquerade. A short story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy.
"Ah, Your Majesty," one of the palace staff calls upon finding the queen looking out upon the balcony.
"There's no need for formalities." The queen reminds
"The guests are ready." He bows, walking alongside the queen in the grand halls. "Seems that only yesterday you two were mere children. Now off to get married," he reminisced.
"This is only Anna's engagement celebration. The wedding is a long ways away." She corrects.
"Then it will be your turn, Your Majesty," he says with a teasing look.
Elsa wrinkles her nose, as she did as a child.
"It's Anna's day." She exhales, picking up a crystal mask that is perfectly fitted to her face.
Watching everyone from across the land, she peeks to see another woman watching as well. She catches her eyes, causing Elsa to blush as she looks away.
"Are Arendelle’s gatherings usually this extravagant?" the stranger asks.
"No, they’re usually much bigger." Elsa sighs, smiling at the sight of Anna dancing with Sven and Kristoff dancing with Olaf pulling off his arms on the spin. "What kingdom are you from?" her majesty asks, trying to take a peek at the little skin the stranger's mask allowed on her face.
"Masquerade-themed engagement party," Anna’s voice squealed in her mind.
Only E/C eyes that twinkled in the flames of candles littered the great hall’s chandeliers.
"Too small for a majesty such as yourself to take notice of," she shrugs.
"I make it my mission to know all kingdoms, big and small." Elsa corrects. They joke as she lists every kingdom alphabetically.
"A dance, your Majesty." She asks, extending her hand while bowing. Elsa chuckles hesitantly, taking her hand. Allowing herself to be pulled out into the crowd. Placing Elsa’s hand on her shoulder while she loops hers around her waist "You’re leading." The stranger points out.
"As a queen should." Elsa states, head high.
"Who says I’m not a queen as well?" She counters by cutting Elsa off with a spin.
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Masterlist: Walt Disney Animated Pictures (Pt. 2)
All my writing for Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Frozen, Big Hero 6, Moana, Raya and the Last Dragon, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Encanto, Mickey & Friends and Winnie the Pooh will be linked here!
Imagines
full one shots with your favourite Disney characters
PRINCESS AND THE FROG
Dr. Facilier
Voodoo (Gender Neutral Reader)
TANGLED
Nothing Yet
FROZEN
Elsa
Sixth Spirit (Female Reader)
BIG HERO 6
Wasabi
Halloween Movie Night (Gender Neutral Reader)
MOANA
Nothing Yet
RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON
Nothing Yet
THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Nothing Yet
ENCANTO
Bruno Madrigal
From Afar (Gender Neutral Reader)
I Don't Deserve Bruno (Gender Neutral Reader)
MICKEY AND FRIENDS
Nothing Yet
WINNIE THE POOH
Nothing Yet
Headcanons
Headcanons that relate to Disney characters
Encanto
Dating Isabela Madrigal (Gender Neutral)
Luisa x Reader Fluff (Gender Neutral)
Frozen
Being Princess Anna's Girlfriend Would Include (Female Reader)
Dating Kristoff Would Include (Gender Neutral)
Being Kristoff and Anna's Daughter (Female Reader)
Being Anna and Elsa's Little Sister (Female Reader)
Tangled
Being in a Poly Relationship with Flynn and Rapunzel (Gender Neutral)
Being Rapunzel’s Serious Body Guard (Gender Neutral)
Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert with Sibling! Reader (Gender Neutral)
Being Flynn Rider and Rapunzel’s Kid (Gender Neutral)
Mickey Mouse & Friends
Dating Mickey Mouse Would Include (Male Reader)
Christmas with Minnie Mouse (Gender Neutral)
Minnie Mouse and Aroace Reader (Gender Neutral)
Princess and the Frog
Being in a Poly Relationship with Tiana and Naveen (Gender Neutral)
Dating Prince Naveen (Gender Neutral)
Dating Dr. Facilier Would Include (Gender Neutral)
Raya and the Last Dragon
Dating Sisu Would Include (Gender Neutral)
Winnie the Pooh & Friends
Dating Rabbit Would Include (Gender Neutral)
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Jack Skellington and Ghost Child Reader (Gender Neutral)
More Jack Skellington and Ghost Child!Reader (Gender Neutral)
Misc
Princes/Villains Kissing Headcanons (Gender Neutral)
Disney Characters Tucking You In (Gender Neutral)
Disney Characters Cuddling (Gender Neutral)
Spending Halloween with Disney Characters (Gender Neutral)
Disney Princesses and their Ideal Partners Pt. 2 (Gender Neutral)
Luigi, Flynn Rider, Nick Wilde & Naveen React to Bisexual! Reader (Gender Neutral)
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From the Ashes Pt. 21
Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister
Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, darkin powers, took the idea of darkin from Jay Kristoff's Nevernight Trilogy, it's a super good series that has been my favorite for years
Words: 3033
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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)
As Weles had taught you, you didn’t take your eyes off of your opponent. When you first met him back in Volon Therys, there was plenty of fear in you. Having spent nearly a year in the Red Temple you didn’t fear this darkin. You were angry.
“How shameful for one of your kind to dare attack Azor Ahai reborn.” Melisandre reprimands him although it slid easily off of the darkin. “Have you no dignity, darkling?”
“Aye I have dignity. Dignity regarding my title as the best assassin in all of the world.” Even though he addresses Melisandre, that one single eye of his continues to stare you down. Lifting up a black blade, you realized it wasn’t a sword at all; rather a large dagger. “That little one poses a threat to it.”
Red brows furrow and for once Melisandre’s voice held no alluring sweetness. “She is your champion. Mind your tongue.” She makes a move to step forward, perhaps show him her own skills with shadows, but a gentle hand holds her still.
When Alizah speaks, a chill creeps up through everyone. Including yourself. Alizah had such a strange power in her voice. The sparkling night sky were no longer shining. Instead they became a dark void of prophecy. “Inniros Orelelion.”
Finally the darkin tears his eye away from you to glare at Alizah.
Hands folded politely in front of her, Alizah smiles. “You don’t have to do this. All of this pain and death can end here. There is still light inside of you. Please don’t get rid of it. (y/n) can help you reach true glory if you give her a chance.”
Words couldn’t reach Inniros though. “I’ve never failed and refuse to do so now.”
While he was distracted, you took the opportunity to adjust the hilt in your hand and strike. Barely enough time to react, a slice of red blooms on Inniros’ cheek. The slice was enough to render his mask useless as it hangs by a thread before completely falling off his face. A long narrow face like that of a ghost greeted you. His shadows still held Jaime hostage as he reacted to each swing of your sword. Slithering shadows tried to hold you down as well, but you weren’t falling for that again. Light on your feet, you tried not to stay in one place for too long. You knew this would exhaust you if you kept up with it for too long, but it was the only thing that guaranteed that you wouldn’t succumb to his shadowbinding. Weles had spent hours training you on how to move like a feather in the breeze. He was watching now and you would not fail him. The remaining Fiery Hands watched quietly. They knew the darkin was your’s. This was the real test. No one dared to interrupt you.
The good thing about Jaime being held down was that the darkin couldn’t slip into the shadows. He couldn’t do both. Good.
A jab nearing your face as you flip backwards to get away, never releasing Lightbringer from your grasp. You landed gracefully on the balls of your feet but didn’t have enough time to catch your breath as Inniros was at your heels. He was fast.
Valyrian steel slid along his obsidian dagger, they hissed in unison. “Who sent you?”
He didn’t answer as he was able to push you back to the ground. You hopped back up and sliced at him, repeating your question. “Who sent you to kill me?”
Your hands trembled much to your dismay. The adrenaline you were experiencing was overwhelming. Either that or something was waking up inside of you. Unfurling its wings and opening reptilian eyes. The singing of blades was such a loud song, rousing awake something so primal that you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You remember your days in King’s Landing and the visits you had in your dreams with the Warrior. You felt her power and energy. It was linked to the creature waking up inside of you.
Translating to your sword, you began to push. The sound of cracking made Inniros glance at his blade. Nothing was a match against pure Valyrian steel. Realizing he was in danger, Inniros bounces back which allowed you to advance forward. Even you could see the large crack in the obsidian that began to splinter through the rest of his dagger. The only weapon he would have left would be his shadows. Both of you knew that as you glare eachother down. He could release Jaime and flee into his shadow, or continue to fight you and gamble his life.
There was clear frustration on his face as he failed to pin you down by your own shadow. Hopping around was making you tired and you worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up until the fight was over. You had never fought so fiercely before. Inniros took the chance and used the last leg of his dagger. Swatting it away like a pesky fly, it shattered. Shards nick at his hands and fall to the ground. If this was any other sparring fight, he would concede defeat. He knew it was over. He had no other way to fight besides his shadows which had failed to capture you.
That’s when Jaime shouted “What the hell?!!”
Before your eyes you watched the darkin’s body be enveloped by darkness, disappearing and pulling Jaime with him.
You ran. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting away this time!!” You didn’t know what you were going to do to stop him, but you knew that you would not let him take your brother.
Inniros’ shadow was receding, but slowly. Clenching your jaw, you viciously stab at the shadow. Inniros gasps and is spat back out, Jaime is released and falls forward.
You should have finished him off right then and there. But you were too distracted by the flames that were suddenly engulfing your sword. Even Inniros didn’t try to escape. He stared intently at almost in pure horror. Or perhaps it was awe. Ears numb to the people shouting around you, all you were focused on was Lightbringer on fire. Holding it up, the flames refused to die. The heat from it didn’t bother you; in fact it warmed you to your core. Such a familiar sensation, like an old friend.
Sitting on the ground stunned, Inniros doesn’t move as the Fiery Hand crowds around him.
Melisandre makes her way over to him. Triumph in her smile. “Did I not tell you, darkling? Whether you like it or not, she is Azor Ahai; your champion. Darkin live to serve. Your powers are nothing, you would be nothing if not for her.”
“Kill him.” Iyan growls. “He is a danger and needs to be executed.”
On wobbly legs, Jaime stands. “I agree. He killed Feichin. Killed many other good men as if. . . as if they were nothing.”
“Let one of us kill him before he escapes again, ñuha kosh” A Fiery Hand spoke, getting to one knee in front of you. “Do not waste Lightbringer on the likes of him.”
Weles looks to you, not offering any help. “Issa aōha iderennon.”
It’s your choice.
He should be killed. He was indeed a great risk if you kept him alive. Looking at the darkin now, Inniros appeared exhausted and drained. Now you could see his other eye. Or what should have been his other eye. Instead there’s just an empty eye socket. There was now humanity you saw within Inniros. Whatever led him down this path hadn’t been his first choice. In that frozen blue eye of his, you saw a scared little boy before a terrible master that turned him into a monster.
“Chain him and bring him back to the temple.”
Not a very popular decision. Vidarr straightened his back. “I don’t want to disagree with your choice, ñuha kosh, but you can’t let him live.”
“He will kill you the moment you turn your back.” Dritan agreed. He grabbed Inniros’ red hair and pulled his head back, moon blade pressed against Inniros’ throat. “I can do it, ñuha kosh. Please give me the honor.”
It didn’t feel right though. You knew Weles was awaiting your words. Even if you had defeated him, did you have it in you to kill this man? To take a life was not an easy thing. Even though you were still angry that the darkin dared to harm your brother, you couldn’t muster up enough hate to swing your fiery sword.
You swallowed and with that the flames that had been running up and down your sword subsided. The fire was gone in you. “Put your blade down, Dritan.”
“But-”
A silencing glare from Weles has Dritan lowering his head and releasing Inniros.
“Clearly he was sent by someone to kill me and take my brother. It won’t end with his death. Whoever it is will keep trying to kill me. We need to get down to the truth.” Putting Lightbringer back into its sheath, you look over your shoulder at the mess behind you. Besides Feichin there were three dead Fiery Hands. You couldn’t bare to look at Feichin’s lifeless body. It would make you remember all the laughter he had brought into your life. “I will get down to the truth. After that. . .” After that could you possibly entertain the idea of executing him? If you were like your father, you could easily do it without wasting sleep. Tywin brought the law down on any tyrant that threatened him.
You felt just as drained as Inniros. Jaime notices and goes to your side. He pats your head and wipes off blood that was on your brow. “You’re injured.”
Since the adrenaline was wearing off, you were starting to feel the pain and soreness of your body. You hadn’t realized that Inniros had been able to get to you. Sweat makes the cut on your brow sting and produces more blood. The hand you had hurt while fighting Weles ached as you stretched your fingers. There was also a sickening pain that was starting to arise in your side.
Taking control of the situation, Jaime nods and turns to his comrades. “Fetch a wagon so we can bring back the dead and give them a proper burial. Someone go to the blacksmith and have him procure chains for the darkin. (y/n), you might want to keep your sword out and ready if he decides to make a run for it.”
Yophiel took it upon him to hold down the darkin as he was the largest of the Fiery Hand. You did as Jaime said and just hovered near Inniros with Lightbringer in your aching hand.
The walk back to the Red Temple was near impossible for you had it not been for Jaime who put you on his back and carried you the rest of the way. People in the streets stare with curiosity at your small group. More particularly they wanted to know why there was someone in chains and a bag over their head. Vidarr sat in the back of the wagon which held the slain. Iyan walked beside the wagon, singing the funeral rights for his brothers. His voice was beautiful and so sad that you found yourself crying on Jaime’s back. The tears stained his robes as you clung to him. Jaime pretended not to notice that you were crying, giving you that bit of privacy.
Immediately when you crossed the bridge, there were many of the red priests and priestesses awaiting your return. The rest of the Fiery Hand were there as well, hearing the grieving hymn from Iyan. They knelt down in respect as your party passed.
In no time you were taken off of Jaime’s back and treated for your wounds. An old friend, milk of the poppy, was offered to you and before you could even blink you were out cold.
There was no rest in your slumber. Fitful and full of dark shadows that you were able to slice away with a flaming Lightbringer. Only. . . It was the Warrior.
She smiles at you. “Do you know who I am now?”
You couldn’t speak as she held her hand out to you.
“It’s okay. You’re ready now.” for the first time she was gentle with you. “Say my name. You know it.”
Your hand disappears into the Warrior’s. “Your name. . .” Flicking your eyes up at her you knew. Her own green pools reflected back. “(y/n).”
She smiles and wraps her arms around you in a hug. Overhead there is a shriek and the flap of wings. Whispering into your ear, you could feel her smile. “She is on the way. She awaits for you.”
“Who?”
“(y/n)?”
A voice from the outside stirs you from your foggy sleep. A struggle to open your eyes to find Jaime sitting right next to you. He grins and you can’t help but smile.
“Jaime. . .” voice hoarse, you run your tongue over your dry lips.
“How are you feeling?” His thumb runs over the bandage on your head, knowing that below there were stitches. He could feel the bumps of the thread that was used. More than likely you couldn’t feel a thing. The red priests had medicated you heavily, worried that you would be in too much pain.
You felt nothing except for the stuffing in your head. “Okay. How long have I been out for?”
“Not long. A day perhaps.” From your bedside table, Jaime retrieves a cup of water. “I told them you didn’t need that much milk of the poppy.”
Grateful for the gesture, your brother helps you sit up as you take small sips. “Inniros?”
“Surprisingly he’s still in his cell. Hasn’t said a word but he’s still there. Suppose that’s all that matters. Melisandre has taken it upon herself to be guard over him. Even the red priestesses want his head on a spike. And word has spread through the whole temple about Lightbringer bursting into flames. If there were any skepticals left, they’re all gone now. The High Priest has blessed your sword and praised the blacksmith for such a fine job. He has been rewarded greatly.”
His mood dampens when in a quieter tone he tells you about the Fiery Hands that had died. As was ritual, a funeral pyre was made for them and they were burned. They died in the line of duty and were given the utmost respect. Regret was quick to fill you that you couldn’t attend the ceremony. They died protecting you. Everyone understood though. A lot had happened to you that day.
Something stirs in the corner of your room, on the other side of your bed. You turn and Rhiannon is slumped in a chair rubbing at her eyes. She grumbles something at Jaime which neither of you could decipher. There’s relief when she fully wakes. “My lady.”
“Rhiannon.” you smile. “Have you been here this entire time?”
She nods and gets up. “Yes. Jaime was supposed to have woken me up.”
“You stayed up with her all night. I figured you could use the rest.” He shrugged.
Giving Jaime a stink face, Rhiannon pushes him out of the way to peel back your blanket. “I need to check the wound on your side, my lady. Something Jaime should have done when you woke.” Her touch is like a feather as they gingerly tug at your bandages.
There’s a dull soreness in your side as she examines your wound. Her furrowed brow told you all you needed to know of the extent of it. More than likely it would leave a scar.
That was fine by you. Each scar would be a medal for you. You survived a fight with a darkin. Not many could say that.
Instructing Jaime to bring her a basket filled with equipment, Rhiannon begins to redress your wound. She hums quietly until you ask her “Where is Lightbringer?”
Knowing exactly where it was, he ventures over to where your dresser was and opens the doors. Latched to the other side of one door was Lightbringer. “The High Priest wanted to put it somewhere safely. He thinks if other people knew of its power-”
“Not its power.” Rhiannon corrected him. “The sword holds no power. It all comes from (y/n).”
That’s right. Once you felt the fire inside of you dwindle, the fire from the sword was extinguished. When your wounds healed you would have to try again.
“Regardless, its made from Valyrian steel. There are only a handful of Valyrian swords out there in the world. And you possess one of them.”
Your body prickles to life when Rhiannon applies a cleansing wash on your side. Squeezing your eyes closed and grimacing, you barely manage to keep in a hiss. Your brother is by your side in an instant, holding your clenched hand. Relaxing your fingers, you take a deep breath; letting the sting subside.
Gazing up at him, you smile at Jaime. He returns it and kisses your knuckles. You would allow yourself to relish in this moment.
“My lady.”
A new voice in your room, the three of you turn. Vidarr and Sirvart stand in your doorway. Each bows when they have caught your attention.
“Our apologies.” Vidarr says. “But we have been informed to let you know that once you are able to stand, your presence is requested in the dungeons. The darkin insists he will not talk to anyone except for Azor Ahai.”
It was time.
You nod and Rhiannon finishes putting a new bandage on you. Jaime helps you up to your feet. “Send for Innana. I will need help getting dressed.”
Worry is laced in Vidarr’s voice. “Are you sure you’re well enough?”
His worry makes Sirvart laugh. “We have no need to worry about her any longer. It’s clear she can take care of herself.”
Beaming at Sirvart you realize she spoke the truth. And now everyone knew it too. You weren’t that bumbling little girl. You were a warrior.
A champion.
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Being Married to the Snow Queen
Elsa x Knight!Reader Headcanons
You were her protector but also the one who stole the Snow Queen’s heart
Anna was cheering for the two of you, she called you her OTP. Whatever that means
You and Elsa were ‘courting’ in private. You stole kisses whenever it was just you and her. She read her favorite books of poetry to you and vice versa.
The Snow Queen just loves being held by her knight. Made her feel loved and safe.
Elsa was the one who asked you to marry her. Technically it was forbidden for you to ask for her hand, she was the queen after all.
You and Elsa wanted a simple wedding. Nothing too fancy or extravagant.
Maybe you shouldn’t have let Anna or the Trolls be the planners.
The wedding ended up being the most extravagant ceremony the Trolls ever put on. You’d hate to see what they’d do for Anna and Kristoff.
Olaf was the ring bearer and Sven was best reindeer. Anna was her sister’s maid of honor. Grandpabby Troll was the Justice of the Peace.
You and Elsa were just happy to finally call one another’s.
She still calls you her knight and you call her your Queen.
You’ll steal any and all time you can with one another.
Elsa will pull you off somewhere and shove you into a closet if she has to just to make out with you.
Kisses? Elsa is a huge fan of any kiss to her face. She giggles when you kiss her eyes. She shutters when you kiss her jaw. And she practically melts when your lips capture hers.
Hugs? Elsa loves hugs from behind. Add in a little dancing sway to the mix and she just melts.
After a long and stressful day, Elsa just loves lying under the covers with you holding her close.
Big spoon or little spoon? Depends.
Elsa’s mischievous side has emerged and you couldn’t be happier. Being with you allows her to be more playful.
She’ll sometimes put an ice wall over your bedroom doors so you and her won’t be disturbed.
Elsa just loves the fact that she can grow old with you and knows that you’ll show your kids just as much love as you show to her daily.
Speaking of kids, the council has been inquiring about potential heirs lately. Elsa politely yet directly tells them to mind their own business.
Truth is you and Elsa have been having those same talks. She’d love to have a little boy or a little girl. Maybe one of each.
Olaf has called dibs on being godsnowman.
Your marriage to Elsa is one full of love, light, and a few laughs. Definitely the woman you can’t live without.
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