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Could I request a Matt x reader.They have been dating for a while but the reader has never left that honey moon stage.One day Matt is not having a good day and the readers presence make him on edge.He ends up blowing up on her calling her overbearing and clingy.Things shift and she becomes more distant,for a while he feels ok but he starts to miss the relationship they way it was before.when he tries to talk to the reader she cries to him about the whole situation.He is really sorry and does his best to make it up to her.

I’ll make it up to you

matt.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: It's really true that you understand the value of things when you lose them.. Matt figured it out too late, but will he be able to make up for it?

request: yes

author’s note: thank u so much for the request!! I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡ I added the song that helped me to write it. For everything I’m here!

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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revised

Still lying in bed you feel the heat coming from the window left half open in Matt’s room, with your eyes closed you stretch by turning to the other side meeting a boulder of a blanket, you reach out your hand in search of your favorite person but to your surprise, your hand leans on the mattress, so you open your eyes trying to focus and notice that half of the bed is empty.

You've been together for seven months and thirteen days now, and you have to say that they are the best months of your life; Having never had previous relationships, it can be said that Matt is your first true and actual relationship in your 20 years of life.

Everything had started as a pure joke between you two to make fun of Chris and his girlfriend Maddy, but the more time passed, the more you began to feel real feelings towards the boy who unlike you had liked you for a long time, but for fear of being considered only and solely a friend, he wanted to avoid putting his heart in the foreground and listening to the rational part of his brain.

But fate wanted that one evening while you were saying goodbye to go to your own house, the moment you were about to press a kiss against his cheek, Matt turned earlier than expected causing your lips to collide, making you immediately move away but when you stopped to look into his eyes you saw in both of them a spark to burst a breathless kiss.

It must be said, from that moment you have been together, indeed perhaps precisely because it is your first relationship that you try to always make everything go for the best unlike Matt who still had his first relationships during his adolescence that, however, according to him, ''they can't compete with you''. Of course, it scares you that sooner or later it may get bored or otherwise lose interest in you, but you still try to eliminate this thought and be the best girlfriend in the world.

So you get out of bed by completely opening the window so that the room can change air, leaving the bed undone; Take your change in the drawer that Matt has free so that you can put some of your things when you stay at his house to sleep, and you head to the next bathroom without noticing who is in the open space connected by a small corridor to his room.

Meanwhile Matt was lying on the sofa, the TV turned on in the background, with the phone in his hand looking at the various social networks but his mind was elsewhere, indeed the day had started in the wrong direction.

All night you did nothing but stay attached to him not making him move, which didn't make him sleep a wink and that's why he was quite nervous.

His brothers were still in their respective rooms changing, as they would then be out all day under your precise instructions, as you wanted to spend a day entirely with Matt before leaving for spring break in two weeks.

When Nick and Chris find themselves in the living room ready to go out, Matt pulls up his head ''Do we have any meetings today?'' He asks confused getting up and putting the phone in his pocket ''The two of us yes, you have the day off today.. enjoy it'' Chris replies with a grin on his face which vanishes when he hears a puff from him ''Wow I didn't expect all this enthusiasm '' exclaims ironic Nick going to the door of the house ''Please let me come with you, I need to disconnect, I need air'' Matt responds whispering so as not to be heard by you ''Sorry MattyB but no'' says Chris taking a can of Pepsi from the fridge and then he goes out too.

Another puff comes out of his lips knowing he has to stay with you all day, and resignedly throws himself back on the couch closing his eyes.

When he feels your steps approaching a sense of annoyance and nervousness pervades his body, he can't even understand the reason for all this but it's already been a couple of days that he just wants to have a moment for him, but with you in the middle it's almost completely impossible.

On the other hand, you do not notice anything different, perhaps because taken by too much love even the most obvious things go unnoticed by your eyes in the shape of a little heart.

All happy you go to the kitchen take water pouring it into a glass, you notice Matt on the sofa, you leave the glass on the counter and go in his direction lowering yourself to his height ''Babe, let's go out for breakfast?'' you ask trying to caress his hair but at your touch, he moves by sitting down looking at you ''I can't, I have to go out'' he responds annoyed without even looking at you, leaving you a little surprised but doesn't give up trying with a ''Then when you come back we can go for a ride at Lake Hollywood Park, right?'' hopeful in one of his answers but the only thing he pronounces is a ''See you later'' without greeting you and leaving the house, leaving you standing in the middle of the living room.

The hours go by and so does your enthusiasm, you start thinking about the worst situations in your mind, which do nothing but increase your paranoia;

Okay maybe you recognize that in the last period, you have always been with them but although it has been almost a year since you moved to Los Angeles, you have not been able to make many friends due to your armor that you tend to raise when it comes to new people. But with Nick, Chris, and Matt it's different, you've known them since you were little, and with them, there was never a need to create a wall to protect you, because they are your guardian angels.

You've always gotten along, except for a few quarrels which is normal, but you've never noticed before behaviors so distant from Matt, as if your presence wasn't welcome.

When you hear the door open you hope that your boyfriend's figure will come out of the stairs but you recognize the voices of Chris and Nick, you resign yourself completely on the couch with your pajamas and the tray of ice cream on your legs.

''Ookay... why are you at home? Didn't you have to go out?'' Nick asks looking at you confused ''By the way where is Matt?'' Keep looking around ''I have no idea'' you answer him in a subtle voice while you eat a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, you feel the tears stop at the corners of your eyes, so you don't see you turn your head on the other side putting the teaspoon in the tray ''He came out this morning and never came back, I tried to text him and call him a couple of times but I didn't receive an answer'' you keep whispering closing your eyes making the tears fall.

You feel the package of ice cream being removed from your legs and two arms that surround you, from the essence that envelops you, you recognize that is Chris and with your eyes still closed you abandon yourself in a liberating cry after holding it all day ''Shh, it's okay'' he whispers massaging your back ''You know that now and then he has its relapses and behaves like this'' he keeps trying to reassure you.

You pull up with your nose and detach yourself from his arms ''But with me, he had never behaved this way.. at all he always came to me'' you explain looking in his direction receiving almost an expression of pity on his face ''What do you say if we order something and watch a movie here all together? We will make you choose'' announces trying to cheer you up But on your part, he only receives a nod with your head.

Even though he had spent the whole day outside walking around the crowded streets of Santa Monica, his mind did nothing but think about the time to get home, the only thought of having you always stuck made him take his breath away, of course he cared you but this so much physical contact, at that time, was leading him to detach himself from everything, but especially from you.

That's why he had waited for a late time to come back, so as not to have to face you trying to postpone everything to the day of your departure. But you know how his thought works more than yourself, in this way after finishing watching your comfort movie together with the two boys, you decide not to go to sleep right away but to stay on the couch not being able to stay alone in bed without Matt by your side, with the knowledge of having done something wrong.

The fact that there was no communication between the two of you was new, you have always been the anchor of each other, and not being it in a short time has completely upset you, especially not understanding how to act, and consequently how to find a solution.

The silence that reigns in the house is broken by the noise of the keys that are inserted into the door patch, your heart begins to beat quickly but you remain motionless sitting with your gaze turned in his direction, while he tries to slowly climb the entrance stairs but when it reaches the last one, he stops seeing you pulling his eyes up ''you shouldn’t have waited up for me, there was no need'' he says changing towards the fridge taking a bottle of water but no longer being able to hold back your thoughts for you ''What have I done? It's all day that you avoid me indeed it's days that you behave strangely'' you blurt out getting up to get closer to him, and given your height difference you are forced to pull up your head to look him better in the eyes.

As you stand in front of Matt, you can feel the bitterness in his words cutting deep into your heart. "What did you do to me?" he asks, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "There's that you've become overbearing and clingy. I can't take it anymore. You're always sticky, I never have a free moment, and if I have it, you're always there" he exclaims with clenched teeth and a hard look.

His words strike you like a bolt of lightning, and you take a step back, not believing what you're hearing. "We weren't like that before, and now I understand why no one has ever wanted you" he adds with wickedness, making you feel small and insignificant.

You try to speak, but your voice catches in your throat. You know what you've been through, and you've always hoped that Matt would understand. But instead, he holds it against you, making you feel like an outcast.

"You're an asshole" you finally manage to say, raising your voice as tears slide down your face. It's not like you to use such harsh words, but you're hurt and angry, and you can't help it.

At that moment, Matt opens his eyes, and you can see the surprise and shock on his face. He had never heard you say such a thing to him. Among all people, it was always you who used a calm tone, even in the most difficult situations.

Seeing you rush into his room, he follows you around, but when he sees that you start to take your bags, he realizes that he has exaggerated. "What do you do?" he asks, trying to take your arm. But with all the anger that you had in your body, in very little, you wriggle from his grip. "Let go of me" you say in a dry tone.

"I'm not going to stay in the room with you anymore. I'll go to Nick's, and I'll bring all my stuff" you finish, closing the zip and dragging the bag on the ground. As you come out of his room, you find yourself facing the two guys who, from the screams, immediately catapulted to see what had happened.

As you ask Nick for help, you feel exhausted and drained from the situation at home. Without even turning to see him, his hand takes the bag from yours and you head up to the room with the older brother. In the distance, you hear Chris saying, "Dude you have already done too much damage, let her be."

Days pass by, but the situation at home remains the same.

After receiving some harsh words, you decide to build a wall between you and Matt and try to avoid being alone with him.

You attempt to behave like a mature person, spending more time with the two brothers and going out on your own when they can't accompany you.

Matt, on the other hand, feels good when you're not around. However, as time passes, guilt starts to creep in, and he realizes that he doesn't want to push away the one person who means the world to him.

He understands this even more when you don't even look at him at the airport and leave without a single glance. "Why did I do wrong to her?" he says to himself as he watches you go through security checks. "Because you're a jerk, that's why" answers Nick, watching him with a serious expression.

Although he regrets his actions, Matt is determined to make things right between you two. Without telling anyone, he packs his backpack with only the bare minimum and heads off to the other side of the country.

Spring break is coming to an end, and leaving your family and friends in Boston again feels like a stab in the heart. This time, it hurts even more because you know that once you get back, you'll have to fend for yourself completely, starting with finding an apartment.

You and your family were having a pleasant evening playing board games when you heard the doorbell ring. "Were you expecting someone?" you asked, moving your pawns on the board. "No, we weren't. Why don't you go and answer it?" your mother replied, gazing at you with a gentle expression. You got up from your spot, a little confused.

As you reached the door, you saw Matt standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite tulips and a puppet with the words <I'm stupid> written on it. The sight of the flowers made you smile, but you didn't let your guard down completely.

''Please, I have to talk to you''

"You have five minutes" you told him as you closed the door behind you and sat on the porch, keeping a distance. He handed you the flowers and the puppet, and you accepted them, putting the flowers next to you and holding the puppet in your hands.

"I'm sorry" he began, fiddling with your fingers. "I know I'm not good with words, but I realize now that I was wrong to say what I said.

I shouldn't have blamed you like that. I just wanted to talk to you and explain my side of things."

He paused, looking down, and when he looked up again, his eyes were watery. You felt your own eyes fill up with tears, too.

"I don't want to lose you" he said, touching your cheek. You closed your eyes and put your hand on his. "I was an asshole, but I understand that now that you're gone."

You spoke up, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was a low blow. You've never made me feel so small and helpless before. But I have to admit, I've been clingier than usual lately. That's just my way of showing you love, and if you don't like it, we can end it here."

"No way" he said, taking a step closer. "I flew over 2,500 miles to see you and tell you I love you more than anything. We just need to communicate better and make sure we're both happy. I'm here because I want to be and make it up to you." concludes by looking into your eyes '' I love you too... but please let's not hurt ourself anymore'' you leaned your forehead against his and felt his lips on yours in a gentle kiss.

When you pulled away, you grinned and grabbed the puppet. "Would you be him?" you asked, laughing together.

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luvendiary · 9 months

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3 times hiccup asked you to marry him + the time you realized he meant it

hello! this was an early draft for this request: Hello!!! Imagine hiccup telling reader "I'm in love with you" / "Marry me" out of blue after a stare down (can be established relationship or not muahahaha) I like how this turned out, except for the ending. it's sort of shitty in my opinion. also, this isn't proofread. and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. feel free to point them out. also, there’s a slight corpse bride reference with the vows!! as always, thank you for reading. let me know what you think and if you'd like more of this. requests are always open!

Snoggletog was one of your favorite festivities. The beautiful coat of snow that hugged the soil, and the way the sunlight softly reflected on it was perfect to you. You loved to see how vikings busied themselves by hanging up ornaments and mistletoe on the doors. You loved hearing the out-of-tune carols that echoed across Berk. And you loved the late cold nights as you and the dragon riders sat around a warm fire and talked about the day’s happenings.

One thing you did not love though, was the Snoggletog play, specially because it had been assigned to you all this year. It was the dragon riders’ responsibility to plan, organize and act it out the day of Snoggletog.

“What about the start of dragon races?” Snoutlout suggested.

“They did that two years ago,” Astrid replied as she sharpened her axe.

“We could do Loki-”

“We’re not doing Loki day Tuffnut,” Hiccup interrupted him.

A moment of silence passed amongst all of you.

“What if, we make a reenactment of Odin and Freya’s marriage? How they stopped the Aesir and Vanir war,” you said while nibbling on your thumb.

“That could work,” Fishlegs said.

“I like it, we could even get the dragons in on this,” Astrid suggested.

“Of course, brilliant idea (Y/N),” Snotlout said as he stood up with a cocky attitude. “Specially because I would make the perfect Odin.” He flexed his muscles and stroke a victorious pose.

You chuckled and pushed him away, “Sit down Snotlout. I was actually thinking that Astrid and Fishlegs could be Freya and Odin.”

“Oh no,” Astrid said immediately. “I’m not good at performing. Plus, you gave the idea, you should be Freya.”

“Alright,” you said. “If no one else is up for it, I’ll be Freya. Fishlegs, are you ok with being Odin?”

“Ye-” his reply was interrupted by Astrid elbowing him. “I mean, I wish I could but…I-I don’t like performing.”

“What but you love perfor-?”

“Hiccup! Why aren’t you Odin?!” Astrid chimed in as she placed her arm around your shoulder while the other went around the brunette-boy’s shoulders.

“Uh…I-I guess,” Hiccup said.

Astrid grinned while looking at you, “Great! It’s settled then!”

“Why would you do that?!” you shrieked as you pressed the palm of your hands to your eyes.

Astrid, who sat next to you overlooking Berk from a nearby cliff, shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe because I’m tired of you two beating around the bush. Why don’t you kiss already? It’s obvious you want to.”

“Shut up Astrid,” you said while sitting up. You rubbed your hands together to provide some heat to your body. “I’m not even sure if he likes me.”

“You’re as blind as Gothi is mute,” she replied.

“How can you be so sure? Has he said anything about me?”

“You’re hopeless Y/N.”

The days went by, and Snoggletog drew closer and closer. Right after training, you went to rehearsals, and while most of it went by in fits of laughter and jokes, you all managed to build a production. You often tended to practice with Hiccup, since you had the most line together, and it gave you an excuse to spend more time with him. During this period, you had managed to gain some small victories in the love department, holding his hand, dancing with him, and hearing him laugh while you acted out some of your scenes being some. However, there was something you both had been avoiding: the marriage kiss. It made your heart flutter and your stomach swarm with butterflies every time you though about the possibility of kissing him; on the other hand, it also felt like Gronkle iron swishing around your intestines. What if he didn’t want to kiss you? What if he just did it out of pity?

Your mind was plagued with questions up until the big day.

“Good luck,” Astrid said while she gave you a knowing look. She was looking forward to the kiss, and if what she had told you was true, all of the dragon riders were too.

The play started out good, Snotlout and Tuffnut played the Aesir family, while Ruffnut and Fishlegs played the Vanir.

The scene changed and the Aesir were complaining with Hiccup about how Freya’s magic and her help towards the Vanir was the reason for their shortcomings.

I was then your time to appear. After several attempts from the Aesir to try to kill Freya, you and Odin came to an agreement: you were to marry each other.

“Marry me,” said Hiccup. And as you looked into his eyes your breath hitched. He had a smile plastered on his face, and his eyes gleamed.

“I will marry you,” you replied as you offered him your hand and he put the ring on your nuptial finger.

The scene was supposed to end there, you were about to take a step backwards so that the actual marriage scene could take place, however you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, and before you knew it you were being kissed. You were being kissed by Hiccup Haddock.

Your shock was palpable, however you dissolved into the kiss once the initial incredulity had passed. Once Hiccup felt the kiss was reciprocal, he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer.

2 .

Dragon racing was a hefty sport. Ever since it was created, it became a fan favorite amongst Berkians. Once every full moon, a match was held that was sure to be the talk of the town for at least a week. On summer and winter solstice, you held the dragon riding tournament, that usually lasted for about a week; except for that one time when the black sheep had wondered deep into the woods, and you weren’t able to find it for two days.

Point of the matter is, dragon racing was a serious issue for vikings. And that’s why victories where celebrated so grandly. You never particularly cared for the celebrations, however wining was important to you; your usually carefree nature was irrecognizable when it came to the sport as you became a furiously competitive rider. This change, spared no one. Not even your boyfriend.

“Incoming!” you called out before snatching the black sheep from Hiccup’s arms, as you held on with your legs to (Y/D)’s saddle while she flew in an upside down position.

“Hey!” he shouted in response with a light chuckle.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not!” you replied with a shit-eating grin directed his way. With the black sheep secure in your arms, you flew away, not a hint of remorse visible on your face.

You returned to your upright position and quickly flew up to your basket and threw in the black sheep. As soon as you do so, you hear the crowds cheers and applause mixed with the blow of the horn, signaling that the match has ended.

Astrid joined you on the platform, followed by Ruff, as they cheered you on and celebrated your team victory.

Hiccup watched you, still mounted on Toothless with a lovesick smile present in his features, “I’m going to marry her,” he said as he took in your beautiful smile.

“I don’t think you’re her type,” said a voice next to him. Tuffnutt flew next to him with a pissed expression -probably because of their defeat- “but go for it. I’m sure my sister would be flattered.”

3 .

“Do you think there are other people out there?” you asked as you stared blankly at the stars. “I mean, besides us dragon riders and dragon hunters. Do you think that maybe there’s another civilization that has been familiar with dragons long before us?”

You heard Hiccup chuckle, “Possibly, maybe they even know of species we have yet to discover.”

“I wonder if they maybe think the same of us. Maybe we’re some strange advanced civilization to them”, you said with a light giggle as your thoughts went wild with the idea of the unknown. “Or maybe, we’re cavemen in comparison to their civilization. Maybe…they know about our existence, and they have just decided to leave us alone because we’re not worth their time.”

“That’s a bit depressing isn’t it?” Hiccup asked, humored by your rambling.

“I don’t think so. I think it’s exciting…” you said slightly breathless as you stared at the vast abyss of twinkling lights that spread above you and beyond. “Just imagine everything we’ve yet to discover.”

You faintly heard the huffs and growls of your dragons, who were entertained by Hiccup’s prosthetic leg as they fought each other for it.

Hiccup allowed himself to steal a glance at you for a fraction of a second. He thought that the view in front of you was beautiful, but to him, the real wonder was sitting right next to him. You looked breathtaking with the starry abyss reflected in your eyes. Yet, you were so unaware of it.

“Marry me.”

He didn’t mean to actually say it. But he just couldn’t control himself when he was with you.

Your trance was broken and you stared at him wide eyed, in disbelief at what he had just said. However as soon as you saw his expression mirroring yours, you burst out laughing. You couldn’t say truthfully that you had never though about marriage, especially with Hiccup.

Hiccup’s startled expression morphed into confusion.”W-What? Why are you laughing?”

“Are you sure you want to marry me?” you asked in between giggles. “You don’t seem very sure.”

“What? Y-Yes! Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I want to marry you?” his eyebrows furrowed in the way you loved. The way that told you you had successfully managed to get in his head. He had turned his body so that it was now mirroring yours, and his shoulders were raising up and down as they usually did when he was trying to explain something or defend a point.

“Fine then. I’ll marry you.”

His rambling stopped immediately. “What? Y-You will?”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure. Why not?”

You stood up then as you walked around the small island you had stumbled upon earlier that day. Leaving a very flustered and confused Hiccup behind.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he called after you as he struggled to get up. He rambled on as he chased you, asking about arrangements and other things.

“Aha!” you said victoriously as you crouched down over a patch of grass with some wildflowers sprouting out.

Hiccup peered over your shoulder, trying to see what you were doing.

Eventually you stood up and extended your hand towards him. He stared at you blankly for a moment, and muttered to himself, tryin to understand your actions. Still, an amused smile was present on his face.

“Well?” you said after a bit. “Give me your hand.”

He did as you instructed, and then you took out your other hand from behind, which gently held a blade of grass along with some small wildflowers intertwined with each other, forming a ring.

“I know it’s not the best craftsmanship, but I figured we couldn’t get married without rings,” you explained with a soft giggle.

Hiccup grinned down at you, and laughed incredulously. He wondered how he ever got you to agree to be his. “I’m afraid to tell you dearest, but I don’t have a ring for you.”

You sighed mockingly and rolled your eyes. “I know that. I assumed you would be too in your head about your future duty as chief and the dragons to think about me.”

“Hey!” he protested immediately. “I’m always thinking about you-”

“But worry not!” you said as you giggled playfully. “Since I know you well enough to be married, I know you well enough to be prepared for our wedding.” You reached into one of your pockets and puled out and identical ring, which he gently grabbed.

He stared down at you, with a skeptical expression.

“Well, go on with it. Do you want to marry me or not?” you asked as you tilted your head slightly to the side.

Hiccup sighed and then locked his eyes with yours. “I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the Third, make this oath. With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Once the traditional vows were finished he gently took your hand and slid the delicate ring onto your nuptial finger.

You watched with a smile as he carefully placed it, and once he was done, you repeated the vows and slid his ring onto his own finger.

With your ceremony done, your lips met in a gentle and warm dance. You felt as his hands slid down your back and rested on your hips, holding your body closer to his.

“This is the second time we’ve been married now,” he whispered as he broke apart form the kiss,

“How scandalous,” you whispered back with a soft laugh, as you remembered the Snoggletog performance and how it ended up with your first kiss.

“Maybe the next time we get to do it, you’ll actually be wearing white.”

You stared up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that so? Does that mean you’d like to bed me next time?” you teased.

“I’d love to bed you now,” he said with a slight chuckle. “But I’m aware you’d rather follow the traditional path.”

You laughed and patted his chest. “Well, you’ll better get me that white dress quickly then.”

Hiccup had been acting weird all day. Evading you and whenever you managed to track him down he responded any question you had in a dismissive manner. You had figured you should let him alone for a while, at least until he was ready to talk about whatever was bothering him.

He did tend to get too into his own head whenever he was worried, and it took you telling him about it for him to realize he could share his burden with you. But this time it was different.

When you had asked what was bothering him he dismissed you as soon as he could and continued what he was doing.

It had hurt you. It made you think if you had done anything wrong, but you couldn’t think of anything. It was scary thinking about what this could mean for the both of you.

“And you’re sure he hasn’t ever acted like this before?” Astrid asked as she tried to make sense of the situation with you.

You where both sat in the Great Hall, as the rest of the vikings ate their dinner. You however, couldn’t seem to make anything go down past your throat, as worry consumed you.

“Yes Astrid, I am sure,” you replied rather harshly. “I don’t even know where the hell he is right now. For all I know he’s probably off in another girl’s house. Maybe he got tired of waiting for me. Maybe he realized he doesn’t want this sort of commitment…”

You knew that this was irrational thinking. Hiccup had never given you signs that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, on the contrary, he was always very reassuring on how much he liked being with you. Up until now you had never had any reason to doubt your relationship; but up until now, Hiccup had never behaved like this either.

“Don’t say that! That boy is crazy for you. He has been since we where thirteen.”

You sighed and buried your hands in your hair. “Then why is he acting like this?!”

“I think you should ask him yourself,” Astrid said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend’s back.

“I’ve already tried that…” you groaned out. Your voice muffled by your arms, on which you were resting your head.

“Give it one more try. Maybe he’ll snap out of it.”

Reluctantly, you agreed and made your way up to the watch tower. It was Hiccup’s turn to keep watch tonight, so you knew he wouldn’t be able to escape this time.

You felt the heat of the fire before you saw it, and you knew he was there.

“You need to cut the crap Haddock,” you started as you saw the faint outline of his shadow as you were nearing the end of the stairs. “If I did something wrong, just tell me right now because I can’t keep doing this. We’re not teenagers anymo-”

Your throat closed up as soon as you saw him. A gasp escaped your mouth and your hands flew to your face.

In front of you, Hiccup was down on one knee and a small wooden box sat comfortably on the palm of his hand.

“You bastard,” you whispered just to yourself.

He chuckled at that and smiled as he saw your reaction. He then opened the box to reveal a small silver ring in the shape of some intricate patterns.

“My dearest Y/N…” he started, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him go any further.

“Oh Hiccup…” you breathed out as you approached him slowly.

“Please marry me,” he said finally.

You crouched in front of him with tears in your eyes and held his face in your hands.

“Of course I will marry you,” you replied as a teary laugh escaped your throat.

To him, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

He laughed then, as he slid the ring in, and looked up at you. He cupped your cheeks with the palm of his hand and pulled you closer until your lips met. He tasted tears and relief in that kiss.

You eventually separated and you hit his chest lightly.

“Don’t ever do that to me again you bastard!” you said as the tears flowed, and you whipped them off as nervous laughter escaped your lips.

“I swear this is the last time love,” he chuckled as he crouched his head slightly to help you whipe your tears.

“Not that! Don’t ever avoid me like that again Hiccup! I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t want me anymore…”

Hiccup grabbed your chin gently and made you look up at him. “Theres no one else I’d rather want.”

You laughed nervously once again and offered him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry I scarred you love. I just…I was so nervous.”

“It’s ok…” you reassured him. “I understand.”

He smiled down at you and whipped another tear. You didn’t mean to keep doing it, but you had been so worried all day long that it was finally coming out. You didn’t want to ruin your moment like this. It was supposed to be a moment for celebration and happiness. You tried to make it stop.

“You can cry. I will lift your sorrows,” Hiccup said with a soft laugh as he whipped another tear.

You smiled then, tears still flowing out. But you knew it would be alright. He would make you feel alright. He always did.

#how to train your dragon 3 #httyd #httyd2 #httyd3 #hiccup x reder #hiccup x y/n #hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd #hiccup httyd #toothless #how to train a dragon 2 #how to train your dragon

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koisuko · 4 months

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Imagine:

Soap having a really hard time talking to you, like you make this man so insanely shy for no reason at all (besides that he has the biggest crush on you) and he can’t help but jumble his words and say Scottish phrases that you don’t understand.

He cleared his throat awkwardly beside you as you stared up at the morning sky, imagining shapes in the clouds to clear your head during a rare day off. “Awa’ wi’ the fairies are we lass?” You shot him a look, raising a brow in confusion as you processed what he said, “what?” You asked, furrowing your brows as he looked away, clearing his throat once more, “u-uh I said are you daydreaming?” He mentally cursed himself at the stutter in his voice, he’s a damn soldier for fuck sake, why is this so hard!

You giggled at his nervous expression, scooting closer to him before looking back up at the sky, “I suppose so, just looking at the clouds,” you smiled, feeling at peace with the morning breeze sweeping along your exposed skin. You could feel the warmth off his arm as it grazed yours, a slight intake of breath brought his scent through your nose. “Ah,” he paused briefly, looking up as if to discern what you saw in those clouds, “w-what,” he cleared his throat again, “what dae ye see up there?” He once again squint up at the sky, subtly glancing at your peaceful figure beside him. You shrugged in response, pointing up at a particularly fluffy cloud, “that could be a sheep,” then pointing to a thinner cloud, “and that looks like a snake, no?” You looked to him for confirmation, attempting to shape the clouds for him to see. He chuckled, “Yer aff yer heid, that looks mair like a dragon,” he pointed to the skinnier cloud.

For a moment, you two sat in silence, watching the clouds pass by as you enjoyed each other’s company. You felt his eyes on you, turning to meet his gaze only to see a blush on his cheeks, “everything ok So-“ before you could finish, he quickly cut you off, his lips met yours in a tender embrace. He pulled back as quickly as he started, scratching the back of his neck, “Ah'm sorry, I dinnae ken why-“ you shook your head, “no, no it’s fine,” you giggled as a blush rose to your cheeks, mirroring his own. "Ye fancy grabbin' a coffee sometime?" He asked, placing a hand over yours. You turned to him with smirk, barely containing your excitement, “I’d love to.”

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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Ok MATE SO FORGIVE ME UNHINGEDNESS BUT I HAVE A REQUEST FOR A SMUT WITH KANO AND YES FTM READER

My request is like the reader is Kano's sugar baby and the reader slowly falls in love with him. You can do anything with the kinks i'm just in love with that aussie man, he's so ughhh, like make it rough but the things he says are gentle if you get what i'm saying

"daddy's pretty boy" ⸺ sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader

TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

He gave you everything you asked for or wanted to ask for in the not so distant future, cars, mansions, dresses, heels, suits - everything you could imagine being expensive in a capitalized and consumerist world... He gave it to you.

You met Kano at a difficult stage in your life, he gave you a job as one of his lackeys helping with futile things at 'black dragons', but deep down he knew that you weren't born for this but rather to be pampered and taken care of.

Kano was not a saint, he never was, since he entered a position of power he always liked relationships without commitments, just sex and some kind of company on lonely nights, someone who would listen to his daydreams about music and weapons - even if it was a false interest, earned by dollar bills deposited in a fragile check and with you, in the beginning, it was no different.

He made you a proposal, being his sugar baby, and stopping working hard, was a better proposal than carrying heavy boxes of weapons all day, leading you to quickly accept.

The sex was good, the gifts were good, his company - however contradictory it was - was also good, you fucked at any opportunity, but he also never ran away from just a good platonic conversation, no kisses, no lustful touches, just hours on end of the two of you sitting, with you on his lap looking at the stars.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, you wouldn't get attached to him, he was a bad and crazy man, someone you don't have a serious relationship with.

But, the way he made you feel, the warm touches, the warm smiles, the compliments, especially when he spanked your ass and called you "pretty boy" but not just a pretty boy... You were his pretty boy, it was impossible not to get attached to his persona, damn Kano was irresistible in a dangerous and... Delicious way.

It was another normal day, shopping for clothes with Kano looking you up and down, drinking his beer in the private changing room he had reserved just for you that day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, while asking for his opinion. Kano put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.

"-My little pretty boy, you're everything I want in a companion. You make my heart race and my dick hard as fuck just by looking at you." He said, drinking more beer while staring at your reflection. "-You look like a slutty angel." He continued, running his fingers over your chest, making you shiver with excitement "-I bet you'd be an amazing slut if you ever decided to become one." Kano grinned wickedly.

"-Do you want me to show you how good you can be baby boy doll? Do you trust daddy enough to let him teach you all about being a dirty little slut?" He spoke hoarsely, the breath of expensive beer and cigars entered your nose, while the ice cream from his bionic heart brushed against your skin.

Kano pressed his huge erection into your body, making you moan and ask if someone would catch you two there, fucking vulgarly. "-Relax boy.... I've got you covered. No one is going to see us here, not with the kind of money I have." He unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock spring out, he pushed you to your knees with a loud thump, as he teasingly rubbed his hot, thick cock across your cheek, soon watching you grab his member hard, as if it were your last fucking meal.

"-You're such a good little slut. Suck daddy's cock for me, make it wet and slippery." He running his fingers through your hair. "-Fuck boy, you really are my pretty boy." As you sucked him off, Kano grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your tight pussy to the mirror.

"-I can see us in the mirror, you're such a pretty boy, taking my huge cock deep into your throat." He spanking your ass as he fucked your mouth, without giving you time to react, just moaning against his hard cock. Kano soon pushing two fingers deep into your pussy, making you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers "-You'd be an amazing cock sucker. You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you worship my dick like this."

"-Oh shit, I knew you were good, but damn boy, you're amazing." Kano grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt - He turned you around so you were looking at his face, staring at the redness of the bionic eye he had. Without warning, Kano pushed his dick into your wet pussy, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. "-Good boy, daddy likes that..."

His hips met yours in sounds of flesh wet with lustful juices, his dick was already completely wet with your saliva and pre-semen, while you stared at his face with pleasure. With each rough but loving rhythm, you noticed that he was becoming softer, deciding to gain courage and talk about your feelings - which went beyond sex and money, beyond sugar babies and sugar daddy - between moans, you told him everything, closing your eyes. eyes and clinging to Kano's muscles, while he grunted with each thrust.

"-I knew it baby...You're in love with me. And I'm in love with you too, my little pretty boy." He moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy. "-We make the perfect team, don't we? I want you to know that you'll always have a place with me... Fuuck- You're more than just a pretty boy with a hot body. You're my little companion and I care for you deeply."

The thought of cumming for Kano was too much for you to handle, and you soon orgasmed, screaming loudly as waves of pleasure washed over you. You milked his cock, as you squirted, he held you easily, as he continued to prolong your pleasure and seek out his peak.

"-No matter what happens, I'll be here for you, my prince."

With those words, Kano came inside of you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. As he pulled out of you, you felt a sense of warmth and love that you had never experienced before. He placed a kiss on your cheek "-You're more beautiful this way, you know? Daddy Kano's pretty boy, forever and ever."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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rainbowchaox · 2 months

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OK I NEED TO RANT ABOUT A AU I JUST SPAWNED OK (and yes fanfic writers and fanartists if you fancy please use it and @me I BEG)

Anyways the concept is fully spawned by missa on the horse. It came to me in visions.

Anyways to explain Missa is a knight for a kingdom with an evil king. Missa is HATED by said king probs cause he rejected said king. Or is open being against said king. Because he is being horrible to his people. And missa may be the knight known for his clumsiness (he joined to help people and comes from a peasant background). But he has a massive heart.

So Missa is tasked with a quest to find immortality for said king (Missa really doesn’t want to do this because said king is a tyrant). But Missa has no choice otherwise he be sent to the gallows for treason against the king. So Missa goes through many misadventures straight from fairytales (becomes a servant to a hag, has to deal with a dragon, has to save someone from a tower etc) all to somehow find immortality.

Anyways you must be guessing Where is Phil? And I shall answer. Pretty much Phil is a Fae that is very much in love with Missa. I like to imagine Phil was doing fae things shapeshifting into animals or people to see if people are generous or need to be punished. And Missa always helped and was just so GOOD. So he fell in love and always helps him out (example enchanted a spoon when a evil hag told Missa will be enslaved until a lake is emptied using said spoon)

Phil soon on Missa quest joins him as a companion. Missa on his end gets a crush on him. Because Phil is so gentle and kind to him. Not realizing that technically Phil is already his husband under Fae Law. Making tons of cute misunderstandings.

Phil has crow wings and elfin ears and cat like pupils that do shine in the dark. And he does have TEETH. He tends to wear peasant clothes. With a green cloak (like to imagine his wings are sorta like the ox tail to the huldra he can’t glamor it.) He can transform into different animals but prefers transforming into a crow if not in his normal form.

Fae Phil really loves his loser wet cat knight ok. Fae Phil is also VERY jealous as Fae tends to be. But he prefers Missa being able to choose and being free. So he is very heavily courting Missa in the human way (despite in Fae Law they are already married and Phil already thinking Missa as his husband)

And Fae Phil spoils his husband. Missa is never in true harm. Like Missa never starves, his flask never empties and the most delicious fruits and meats appear at his camp after he sleeps. And he never gets that sick.

But Missa gets into fairytale shenanigans and does save someone from a tower and said person tries to flirt only for Phil to curse them so they trip over themselves into mud. (He is a fae and Missa is his husband he can be very petty)

It’s funny because Fae Phil under the guise of a friend he found in the woods also acts like a damsel sometimes. Like “oh no our sleeping rolls must be together because I’m SO scared about the monsters in the forest”. And it’s not even good acting because Fae are such bad liars.

(Fae Phil will always save his husband from the troll or a hag of the week but also loves to see him struggle. Missa is never at danger of actually being hurt tho)

#qsmp #pissa #qsmp pissa #do you guys see my vision #fairytale pissa au

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Heyoo!! How are you?? Hope you're well!! ^^

I noticed your ask box is open and I'd like to request a Self Aware! Deuce/(Your choice here)/Riddle with a player who has their ceremony outfit but when they arrive for their daily stuff/near the end of their stuff, they go into the changing card room for the homescreen and just play around with their hood like "Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off" and repeated until they do other stuff/go away (aka out the app)

Good day/night!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, violence, murder, religion, blood, death, obsession

Riddle Rosehearts/Deuce Spade/Malleus Draconia-“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

Honour to the Overseer!

This tomato was just way too happy the moment he was put on the home screen

I mean, he has better clothing than this but it seems like you favor his ceremony robes so why say no?

Oh? He is supposed to wear it? Ok

Now off again? Mhm no prob... On again?

“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

Imagine this redhead's embarrassment when he notices that you are playing with his clothing

If this would be done by someone else they would be collared before they could even just turn around to run away

And then here you are, highest power in this world, playing with his good old robes

Ah uh... dear Overseer, you are messing his hair up... NOT THAT HE IS TELLING YOU TO STOP!

To be honest, he really likes you doing this

I mean, he is always so feared, looking like the tyrant that he was once to his dorm.... Once actually cutting someone's head off after they didn't pay you enough respect (in his eyes at least)...

And then you turned him, mentally, into one of the cute hedgehogs he uses to play cricket

Keep going... he might wake up in the infirmary after you left simply because his blood pressure was everything but in the healthy zone but ok

We encourage turning him into a cinnamon bun over here

Just keep this limited to him, ok? Otherwise he has to make sure that the other someone you would also be doing this doesn't have a head anymore

My man over here shy the second you give him attention

I mean, he is like a cute little chick, looking up at you with so much adoration and trust

Big round eyes my friend, big round eyes

And you like his ceremonial robes?

Like I said, eyes and a lot of interesting paint... Yes, that was one an NPC in ceremonial robes who thought they could take his favored position

But back to the fluff

Poor thing was I confused when you put the hood back on and off

Is this somewhere in the rules?

Pulling someone's good off and on??!

I mean, there is so much and he might have lost track of them... (don't tell Riddle!)

But just hearing that giggle is enough for him to stop questioning your actions

“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

He is almost the one saying “aww! How cute!!!”

Remember, red paint

But seriously, he is really considering giving up on his dream to become an honor student if it means defending his position

Just keep tugging on his hood, there are already seven students in the infirmary because of him. Wouldn't want to make it worse, would you?

Our local dragon far was exexpecting a lot from his God

JUST NOT THIS

But ok, let us set the screen

Mister “those are no green contacts but real” was standing there, all excited for your return...

Heck, his tail was almost wagging

Wait, you are currently looking at whim to put here... He won't let you!

Once he finds out which imbecile took his place... huh?

O-Overseer! Watch out! His horns can be a bit sharp at their ends!

You wanted him to wear his hood?

Why didn't you tell- it's off again

Why is it on again?

It may sound weird especially if we are talking about a guy like him but he would turn his rivals into fried chicken if they were to get the same treatment

And also, he doesn't mind that he, the prim and proper monarch that he is, leaves the room always with messy hair

He wears it like some sort of badge of honor

This must mean you are holding a lot of affection for him! And also that you wish to be with him!

Don't you worry, a few spells and preparations later you will be here, with him, without escape

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alicedash2 · 1 year

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Hello 👋 could you do yandere Shanks and his crew x female reader. (The reader is in a relationship with Shank, and the crew is more like brothers.) One day, shanks and the crew bring in 3 men to be a part of the crew, but it turn out they are from a different group of pirates, and they need someone to hold ransom too. But the old shanks is so proud to show off to the reader. Shanks introduced them to her and there like "bingo!" They waited for a month so they could get them to trust them. When the time was right, one man sneaked into shanks room and took the reader from under shanks arm, while two other men were getting the boat ready to leave. While they were so close to getting everything together. The men hear Shank saying "Well is this a very lovely night, isn't it? Taking my beloved for a boat ride how sweet. " Shanks said while the crew is in the background staring at them. The three men got scared and were about to jump off the ship with the reader, but Shank used his haki to knock them out. When the men dropped to the floor, the reader also dropped to the floor with them, and it woke her up. When the reader asks what happened, why was everyone outside for. Shanks just said it was nothing. Are you two ok? While Shank hand was rubbing the reader tummy. When the reader answer shanks question he carried her back to their bedroom, but was also giving Ben the look to put those men away. He'll "talk" to them later. (Sorry if this was a lot. There's not a lot with shanks crew, and I think it'll be so cute that every last member of shanks crew is like a big, protective older brother to the reader. And monster (the monkey) is like a guard dog. Ready to go ape shit to someone lol.)

Tapohakkskdk ok!!!

Yandere Shanks x Reader (

The crew was agitated as usual, YN, a beautiful young woman was in a relationship with the captain, who loved her more than the stars can count, once, Shanks takes new crew members to his ship, who ended up asking to be on the crew of the Shanks, after being spared, they are taken to the ship, but the moment the three looked at YN, who was going to steal a kiss from Shanks, the men were attracted, but not in a good way

men wait between 3 months to get Shanks' trust, but always keeping in mind YN

One night, YN was sleeping on the ship, while Shanks was in a bar on the island, Shanks wanted to take her to the bar, but, YN said she was tired and wanted to sleep, Shanks trusted his crew, so he didn't need to lock the shipdoor, but, he trusted those men too

- she is so beautiful...

- she must be worth millions

- we are not going to kill her, we are going to take her and run away from here, we are going to sell her to the Celestial dragons

The three agreed, in a quick movement, they pick her up and take her to the deck, where the crew was not, in a short time YN wakes up, seeing the situation, starts to struggle, when they go down to the boat, someone appears, a large, tall, red-haired man with a bloodthirsty look

- Well,is this a very lovely night isn't it? Taking my beloved for a boat night, how sweet- Shanks said

- you guys got several things wrong, first: touching YN, second: trying to kidnap YN, third: you guys would sell YN to the Celestial dragons, I can't imagine what she would suffer, I have to protect her, she's just mine, none of you will be able to take her away from me! I'll kill anyone for her- Shanks said before using his Haki, the men were trembling before passing out

Some minutes later, YN wake up

- Shanks, what happened?- YN asked

- it's nothing, let's go to the room, yes? - Shanks said with a slight smile, while taking YN to the room, he gives Benn a look that said he wanted to talk to the mens later

YN was always very protected by the crew, mainly Benn, always having their vision, except Shanks and Monkey, as older brothers, YN almost didn't cause problems, always helped and gave a lot of attention to Shanks, when YN walks without Shanks on some island , YN is accompanied by Monster, but, that day, Shanks punished the men, Shanks almost lost YN

- Shanks, are you okay?- YN asked

-I'm fine, honey, haven't you slept yet?-

- I was worried about you...-

- no need to worry, go to sleep, I'll be with you soon, I'll just need to talk a little -

Shanks said leaving the room, but before that, Shanks kisses YN passionately, murmuring loving and sweet things before leaving and finishing the punishment of three men

#one piece #one piece x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n

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waltwhitmansbeard · 9 months

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Hello! I like your writing and I was wondering if I could request a post where Keyleth has died (set during campaign 1) and they have to do a resurrection ritual to bring her back. I love Kiki but I’ve always wanted to see what would have been said I’d she had needed to be brought from death after a fight.

If you end up ignoring this that’s ok but still love your work!💕

normally i like writing stuff that's canon compliant but this was such a fun idea i couldn't help but deviating, just a bit!

The black is the densest, heaviest fog Keyleth has ever encountered. The way it reminds her of the Water Plane sends prickles of fear up her spine—or, does she even have a spine? She looks down, and there are her hands, freckled and tanned as usual, and her legs beyond them, so she has a body. But when she looks out—black.

"Keyleth, Voice of the Tempest."

She whips around, and the fear is spiked anew as she sees the face she's seen just one other time, the day the Water Plane took the most important person from her.

Except it's not a face, but a mask, porcelain, featureless, expressionless. It is massive beyond words, the biggest thing Keyleth has ever seen, dragons be damned. Beneath the withering gaze, she feels as small as a blade of grass, tossed casually aside by a breeze.

"I...I think I fucked up."

The Raven Queen's mask remains neutral, though Keyleth swears she spies a twinkle in one eye. "Maybe so. I did not expect to see you for quite some time, Tempest."

She supposes that's true. "Be honest: where does diving off a cliff and turning into a goldfish rank on the list of dumbest deaths that brought people to you? It's gotta be top ten, right?"

"You'd be astonished what hubris you mortals are capable of."

Keyleth crosses her arms. "Now I know you aren't throwing around accusations of hubris."

A lofty, echoing chuckle. "Fair enough."

Something warm spreads slowly from a spot in the center of Keyleth's chest, as if someone has dropped wax and let it melt along her skin. She looks down, but nothing is different. "This is...strange." She looks back up at the mask. "Pike!"

"Yes, your friend is beginning the ritual. I do not imagine we will be together here long."

Keyleth supposes she should say something to her, while she has the chance. But what to say to the goddess your love serves? Treat him well? Don't take him from me? Thank you for making the wings so sensitive?

Before she can think of anything important or cool, a familiar, rumbling voice, sourceless and vast, sounds from somewhere above. "Oi Keyleth, first I gotta say, absolutely badass way to go out. Brave as hell and dumber 'n me, so obviously, I'm impressed. I know that if you ask this lot, they'd say you and me, we got the least amount in common of any of us. But I don't think that's true. I don't think any of these guys understand my rage like you do. I think you got that rage, too, and I think it's what makes you such a good leader. I don't have much to offer to entice you back, so uh...if you don't, I'll just kill Vax and let 'im join you that way."

"GROG!" Keyleth snorts at Vex's exasperated shout.

The next voice is thin, tremulous with some kind of emotion being held firmly at bay. "You know why I'm angry with you, Keyleth. You know what's been taken from me already. You know that I have had my share of mourning siblings. So it's rather fucking selfish of you to make me do it again. You're my family, and no one gets to take my family from me, not even you. So here."

Something heavy hits Keyleth in the chest, and she has to scramble to catch it before it falls away into the nothingness below: Percy's coat, the one with the de Rolo crest on the buttons. "You're a de Rolo, whether you like it or not. So get up and start fucking acting like one."

With a laugh, Keyleth buries her face in the jacket. It smells like Percy, even here in this nether realm, and she wishes she could hug him, squish his face into her shoulder until his glasses pop off.

The last voice is soft, so quiet that Keyleth has to strain to hear it. "You can't have her. If you want me, you can't have her." A shaky breath in, slow back out. "Kiki...you know that I would follow you anywhere. This great big world, and you'll never have to walk it alone, not while I draw breath. So don't go where I can't follow, please? These wings can take me far but they can't take me to where you are now, so you've got to come back to me."

And she feels them, his lips on hers, a phantom warmth in this cold expanse. She smiles, touching her fingertips to her lips.

"It is strange." The Raven Queen's voice, though still soft and measured, is suddenly jarring after Vax's words. "He may be my Champion, Tempest, but it is not me he worships."

Keyleth's not above feeling some type of way about that. "Can I go now?"

The mask is suddenly small, just in front of her, attached to a body of shadow and dark. "What a dance you and I will do, Tempest. Defying death in our own ways. I think you and I will be close companions in the years to come."

Keyleth wants to scream, or cry, or throw up, or laugh, oddly enough, but instead she just nods, and closes her eyes. When she opens them, she sees sky, and a curtain of dark hair along one side, framing wide, wet, brown eyes. "Hi."

There's lots of talking, relieved and worried and jovial and still angry at Grog, but Keyleth hears none of it. She lets Vax's arms pull her up and into a hug, crushing her to his chest so she can feel the thunderous pounding of his heart. "I'm okay," she murmurs, curling her fingers into his armor. "It's okay."

"Never where I can't follow," he breathes in her ear. "Promise me."

"I promise." And she does, because she knows that it is fate for him to one day go where she must wait a long, long time to follow.

#ask #angstygrocerystore #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #my fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #keyleth #vaxleth #vaxleth fic

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thebottomfromhell · 10 months

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I hardly find anything just about Zohakuten and recently I saw two headcanons where the reader was like a father figure and as I like your writing, so I wanted to read how you would imagine this relationship, given that Zohakuten is the incarnation of hate. How it started, whether the father is human or demon, the relationship between them, what made Zohakuten see the reader as a father and vice versa. I imagine a human father, but is it up to you, or even a version of each? Your blog is a treasure!

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. And this is a lovely ask. I hope you don't mind if I also add Daki and Kaigaku to the mix, just to add more content.

Male reader as a father/parental figure, human and demon.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied and Mentioned child neglect.

Human Reader

Zohakuten:

Zohakuten hates humans, but... you are nice. You found each other in a late night, the Hashira Hantengu fought were strong and worked in a team, so in the end they formed Zohakuten. The thing is that the kid lost the tiny demon and began to look for him. You live near, so you went there when you heard the roars of the Wooden Dragons, scared and curious of what was going on.

The first thing he knew he was about to eat you and then he got covered by a very warm and soft sheet. As a demon the chilly night doesn't bother him, but the feeling is still nice. You didn't care he had fangs, horns, or weird eyes and ears, you saw a child outside, alone at night, in middle of winter with chest, back and stomach exposed. If it wasn't because you had a very nice sheet, a very comfortable place and a wooden dragon toy (it is more of a lucky charm for you, but still works) Zohakuten would have killed you.

"You are very dumb, taking me to your home. I could kill you right now!" He said squeezing the figure against himself, being careful to not break it. You laugh, not really taking the threat seriously. "Sure, kiddo. Whatever you say." In the end he stays over to sleep in, fully covered with the sheets and curtains, your bed during daylight, trusting that Hantengu's size will help him to hidem from the sun. And he keeps doing so, coming back for a hot bath since you offer, a warm bed, comfortable clothes, some toys you give him, and with time he wants to spend time with you (even more if you have a pet and help him to bond with it), as if he was a cat. Zohakuten likes to be pampered, trusting you to take care of him, even though he will never admit it verbally. (He also brings Hantengu, but hides him inside the house.) You also start teaching him things, he didn't really know how to write as a demon (he knew how to read, but japanese kanji are messy), to do chores, how to be a bit more friendly (that's a work in process, you swear it's possible.)

One day he came just after eating, so he had blood on his face. You, worried, were all over him checking if he was fine, even if you añready knew he could regenerate. "I'm fine, papa. Stop pestering me!" You freeze when he calls you that, Zohakuten also does when he realizes what he just said. He blushes hard before storming into your room, closing the door behind before hiding inside you bed and refusing to speak and see you. By night he came out to you by his own, glaring at the floor. "It's ok if I call you papa, right?" Of course you said yes.

He started to leave for more periods of time after that, but still always came back. You started to grow old, while he stayed a child. By then you already knew he was a demon. "Do you need help, papa?" You laugh it off, you are just starting to grow and the kid is already treating you as if you were fragile, being helpful and loyal. Well, you are in comparinson of him. He is also very protective of you, and clingy if he is feeling off. "It's ok kiddo, papa is here." You say as he hugs you, burrying his face in your shoulder. "You better."

Daki:

Daki is used to have men's attention, that is what she lives of. What she is not used is men looking at her with such a tender eyes, or at least in a way that really feels that they are looking at her instead of her body. She is clearly a teen, you can tell by the way she acts and speaks, and while you can't really take her out of here, you want to help. You start bringing her things, not the usual presents clients bring courtesans (you met her due her job), but things she might need. Simple (modest) clothes, some extra cash, self-care products, and have even offered to help her with her chores, or at least teach her how to do them.

"I'm already a woman! Stop treating me like a child!" She screamed one night, angry of your insisntence of trying to help her. "I don't need you! I already have a dad! He is the one protecting and taking care of me, not you!" You were about to ask when she freezes after realizing what she just said before turning red and throwing something at you. "That's not true! That's not true!" Se squeaks embarrassed as she moves her arms before running away. You didn't know what was wrong with her.

Then you found out she was a demons.... oh, and you also met her Onii-chan. "You're lucky my sister likes you, ne... Tell me, what do you want with her? Ne." Gyutaro is an adult, you can tell, but like Daki is just a child, he is a young adult. Not old enough to parent a girl of Daki's age (or at least the age difference implies he was way too young to step in as a parental figure when his sister was born). "She's a kid. The world is not nice to lonely children. So I want to make sure she has an adult to rely on." At first he doesn't believe you, so he stays out of his sister to keep an eye, but at the same time with him around Daki feels more confident of you taking care of her. She doesn't feel she is replacing her Onii-chan with Gyutaro around.

At the end Gyutaro also warms up to you and goes back inside her sister to hide from the world knowing she is safe and sound. She starts visiting you when she doesn't have to work, she is a very spoiled girl and likes it when you help her with her nails, hair and cuddle her (she is more than capable of making a tantrum if you don't do it the second she asked you). It's not even weird when she starts calling you "OTOOOUUU-CHAAAN! ONII-CHAN CALLED ME DUMB!"

She is also very clingy both with you amd her brother, besides being very trusting. She speaks freely her mind and doesn't hide anything. She is also very loyal, but independent. (Also, depending of the case, you should be careful for her starting to ship you with her brother, since both are her parental figures.)

Kaigaku:

Turning into a demon was the best thing that could happen to Kaigaku. Now he is strong, now he won't be ignored, now he can finally be the best, and... And just now an adult seems to care about what happens to him.

The orphanage... the old man... really, they did care. Unlike him, they were good in general, so of course they would care for a child. But they did not care specifically for Kaigaku. Not when one had a lot of other children with same or even more value than a little thief who wanted more than the leftovers. And Jigoro Kuwajima already knew he didn't see him as a possible heir, not matter how many forms he perfected. Meanwhile Zenitsu, who only could do the first, was the favored one.

One would think as the one responsible for them it would be Kokushibou the one to step in and guide him into his new life as a demon, but besides setting high standards and teaching him how to upgrade his breathing, the guy didn't do anything. It's like being with the old man again, teaching Kaigaku the basics and then leaving him off for whatever is more important than him. At first it frustrates Kaigaku, but since he is used to it he resigns easily. Then you come in.

"Oyaji! Stop bothering me!" He tells you as you mess with his hair laughing. He is still not used to being a demon, so when he lost track of time practicing his katas it wasn't until the sunlight started to be visible that Kaigaku realized he was in danger. He managed to sneak inside your house in a desesperate attempt to cover himself, and you have been taking care of him ever since. He is just a lost teen. "Nah, it's fun to tease ya, kiddo."

"Oyaji! I can fix the crack by my own." He warmed up to you very easily, specially since he was the only kid around. He is not the most loyal, but he is still filial. It was only matter of him having a parent, an actual parent, for himself. Someone that makes sure he learns, that is willing to invest in him, someone that wants him. He is needy for attention and always want to prove his worth.

Kaigaku wishes he could have met you as a human, maybe that would have prevented all this from happening. But at least you are his father now. "Oyaji, I told you to stop teasing me!"

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Zohakuten:

Hantengu is not that bad, but leaving a child to fight your problems and fears off is a big no for you. A bigger No, like NO. You know the clones would step it as a parental figure if they could, but for obvious reasons, they couldn't. You don't know what possesed you into treating the kid... like a kid. He is Uppermoon 4 for a reason, and doesn't need to be babied. "I can get my own food, you know?"

That doesn't stop you a bit when you start getting him food and things, specially some new clothes he loathes, but a child should not go around that exposed. There are so many freaks around, and while it's not Zohakuten's fault, he should protect himself a little more. "You barely eat at all, and because of Hantengu's last trauma of getting lost in middle of a battle, you have been staying up for a while more than you are used to. So someone needs to make sure you eat, since you are way too picky." You did your best to get something Zouhakuten would like, but as he refuses to eat it, you end up having to bribe him with wooden toys.

"They are just nice, it doesn't mean anything." As he is behaving good, you decide to get him something special one day. It was hard to get it, but you managed. "Hey kiddo, I got you something nice, but you have to promise me to be responsible about it." Zouhakuten scoffs at that. He is Uppermoon 4! He doesn't want your condescen- "It's a tanuki!" (The hard part was to not kill or hurt the animal).... "Give it to me!"

It was a bit hard to parent him with so much to do on his character but so little to offer, specially since you can't actually raise him since Zohakuten won't grow up and sooner or later the clones will have to defuse. "Will you take care of Dorobō when that happens?" He asks cuddling and rocking the little dog in his arms, both of them at the top of a tree. You are at the bottom, just arriving with a human corpse (you don't have to bribe Zohakuten anymore, it's a win) and a few dead frogs for the kid's pet (You still can't believe he called it "Thief") "Sure will do kiddo. I will also be waiting for you, so you can look for me anytime."

.... "Thanks papa." He called you for the first time, and you knew you were doing good with the child. He started to get protective and clingy towards you, specially during day as you shelter from the sun. He is a good child, above all.

Daki:

You know Daki sees her brother as a parental figure, it's clear to everyone but him. That he is the father she probably never had. You don't think you can compete with that, and don't want to. You like them both, Gyutaro is chill and his sister... she's just a kid. A kid with not only the preassure of being om his rada, but one with a busy human life. You just want to lend them a hand.

"Daki, calm down. It's not so bad." You try to comfort her as she cries over a pretty, expensive and, most important, new kimono with blood and a big cut in the shoulder. She got careless and when fighting a Hashira and forgot to protect it from the splash. "But it was new! And I ruined it! I ruined it! I liked it so much and I still ruined it!" This is how it started, with you rolling your eyes and taking the kimono to clean it while Gyutaro toyed and killed the Hashira that made his sister cry. After there was no longer any blood in it Daki could give it to a servant for her to sew the hole.

You began to help her with her chores, mostly cleaning since Daki never had problems on eating by her own, except when she first became a demon and still had some of her human memories, but again, Gyutaro helped her back then. Speaking about Gyutaro, you asked him for tios to take care of his sister, and since he knew you he trusted you the information. "My sister likes you a lot, ne. I also think you are good to her, ne."

After that you also began to help her with other things, like her hair and self-care routine. At times she would play with your hair, put make up on you or lend you some other peoduct. You both have fun doing so as you lead her into having a more proactive attitude. "Daki, it's enough." You laugh as she tickles you.

"Otou-chan, stay still or you will ruin the make up." She said simply the first time she called you that. As spoiled as she is, Daki didn't even think it was weird to call you that, and so she never stopped doing so. She also started to push both Gyutaro and yojrself so you three can have a family time together, and she is content with having to male demons taking care of her. "Otou-chan! Onii-chan! C'mon or we will lose dinner!"

Kaigaku:

Damn, being under Kokushibou's care must suck. You have nothing against the Uppermoon One, but that guy doesn't have a hair of father. You would give him a 3/10, at most. That is why you feel someone should step in for the new boy. "Hey kiddo, still having problems with the food?"

Young demons who's body doesn't change to an adult appereance tend to keep their memories a little longer than the ones who were transformed as adults, like you. For this reason, beside the starvation of their first kill, they tend to have a hard time eating humans, since they hadn't completely abandoned that stage. "You can't wait for starvation to force you to it. Not only is painful, but that amount of bodies will not get you as strong as Kokushibou wants you to be." You mess with his hair and he complains, clearly frustrated of not being able to hunt humans. "Shut up, you demon!" And it doesn't help that he was a slayer before this.

Still, even if Kaigaku is a very rude teen, you get him something to eat. Since he probably has not developed his own taste you go for something safe and get him a young adult, a healthy one. You will bring something else the next time, but for now the best is to help the child to build himself in his new life. "There you go, kiddo." It takes you to threaten to take the food away for Kaigaku to eat, he got used in the middle of it. Still, he has a hard time hunting to eat.

He gets used to it slowly, as you keep bringing him food. It's easy to feel like a parent like this, you're like a wild animal to their cubs. You also try to comfort him when Kokushibou is too strict or mean to him. "Why are you doing all this for me?" He asks when you were patting his back after Kokushibou stabbed him during training. Kaigaku for a minute forgot he could regenerate and almost had a panic attack, desesperated to leave, so you stole him and helped him to calm down. "Someone has to. Being a demon is not easy and I think a little guidance is always good. So relax, I will take care of you, kiddo."

... "You didn't have to get all sappy, Oyaji." He starts calling you that, Kaigaku tries his best and wants to prove himself to you. He is working hard and that makes you proud. "Kaigaku, help pops to get dinner tonight, ok?" He rolls his eyes but takes his sword to help you. He is a good teen, just a bit... too full of himself. But it's ok, as long as he still remembers his past he has the chance to mature a little. Just do your best "Alright, alright. I'm going, Oyaji."

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pjoxreader · 9 months

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Heyyy!!!

Can Percy have a gn! S/o who listens to Melanie Martinez?

Like all of the songs on their phone is just Melanie. Especially all the songs from the portals album.

Percy x gn! S/o who listens to Melanie Martinez

((Did I listen to the portals album for this? Yes, yes I did.))

Percy Jackson

-Percy didn’t really get it at first, he didn’t mind at all that you liked her songs he just didn’t see himself being much of a fan.

-He was more so into bands like Fall Out Boys and Imagine Dragons. Things that had more base and beat. He liked to tap out the beat with his fingers on whatever he could. But that’s when he heard it, you had music going in your cabin in the morning while you were getting ready. Percy was waiting for you outside while you were getting ready, but he could hear the music you were playing. Before he knew it his foot started tapping as he listened. When you come out you can’t help but smile when you see him enjoying it.

-”And you said you weren’t a fan.” you playfully scold him. Percy blushes a bit flustered that he got caught and huffs a little. “It had a good beat ok?” he complains. You laugh at that “Nothing wrong with that, it’s called Spider Web if you’re curious~” -Since then Percy had worked on opening up his musical taste. The two of you will hang out in his cabin and listen to some songs, taking turns playing different songs you think the other might like.

-For Percy he ended up having his favorite songs as “Milk of The Siren”, “Dollhouse”, “Lunchbox Friends”, and “Pluto”. You had your musical taste open a bit too thanks to the songs Percy would play, but that didn’t change the fact that Melanie Martinez was your favorite!

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madame-fear · 1 year

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What are your headcanons for Lucerys and reader’s first kiss?

— a/n : ok so it might be longer than i (you, perhaps) expected, but i just love this sweet boy so so much that i wanted to write headcanons for before, during, and after the first kiss 'cause he deserves ittt ♡ also, written on a rush and not proofread!

• Your first kiss would've been in one of those occasions where Lucerys invites you to spend time with him after he's finished with all his princeling duties and other responsabilities.

• Most of the times, he invited you to spend time with him by going to his chambers, and vice versa. Or perhaps, strolling through the vast gardens of Kings Landing, admiring the graciously blooming flowers and chat while sitting under a tree. But this time, it was different; Luke invited you to go on a ride on Arrax.

• And this idea was pridefully given to him by his mother Rhaenyra, as she, along with Jace, are the ones that always encourage him to talk to you, or invite you to do something special together; and this occasion was no exception.

• Luke went to his mother asking for advice on how to finally confess to you and where to do it, and she suggested on going dragonriding together as she knew you were fascinated by dragons. And she was absolutely right, as always.

• The moment he offered to take you on a ride on Arrax after finishing with his royal duties, your eyes had a shining glint of excitement and you, quite obviously, said yes in a hearbeat. Seeing your joy and enthusiasm would lighten his heart, making it intensely flutter with love.

• Being the gentleman he is, after he is left with no pending responsabilities, he would gently knock on your chambers with a rose on his hands, already dressed on his dragonriding clothes, and ready to take you to Arrax's dragonpit. Needless to say, his hands were trembling the entire time he arrived to your door, knocked, and awaited for you! <3

• It's also needless to say you, of course, threw yourself on him with your arms wide open, embracing him tightly and gushing at how sweetly gentle he is. Plus, he earned a shy peck on his cheek — and you can imagine how flustered he'd become the second he feels your soft lips on his cheek.

• Once Lucerys takes you to Arrax's dragonpit, he'll softly introduce you to him. Though, the pearly-coloured dragon will immediatly like you and lick your hand since he feels his rider's loving emotions towards you, making your stiffness at his grand presence wash away.

• The first one on mounting the dragon's back would be him, and then, he'd help you get behind of him and properly position yourself. The warm feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around him plus your own body being pressed against his as if your life depended on him makes him internally die of love, and nervousness at the same time.

• He'd take you to fly above the Red Keep, and would take you up to the clouds, allowing you to feel the sense of liberty that riding a dragon gives you, as the cool breeze of the wind gently hits your faces. At first you'd be a bit frightened, but eventually you'll relax leisurely, and enjoy the ride. Which, feeling you loosen up slightly makes a broad smile appear on his face.

• Since he's planning on how to confess to you the entire ride, he'd take you to a flower field, as to make the moment more special, and unique for you. Of course, the entirety of the time he'd feel his heart thumping rapidly against his chest with nerves.

• Once you land on the flower field, of course, you'd be marvelled at such beauty of a sight and would thank him by tightly hugging him and gushing happily. The rest of the day would be spent exploring the field, taking some flowers, and before leaving, you'd lay on Arrax's body side's together, and would simply chat and rant about whatever thing crosses your mind.

• While you ramble about something that he's not really paying attention to, it would be mainly because his eyes are fixed on how graciously pretty you are. Your eyes, your gestures, your facial expressions, your lips... everything about you is perfect. And of course, you'd catch him mindlessly staring at you.

“Luke, are you listening to me? Are you alright?” you'd inquire curiously, tilting your head to your sides as you lift an eyebrow.

• And right there, he'd return his attention back to reality, after losing himself on his own waves of thoughts about how he'd confess to you. Before responding, he'd stay silent for a few seconds, as he takes deep breaths, trying to control his increasing anxiety.

“I... yes, I am. It's just that... y-you look very pretty. You always do. And-” he'd pause briefly before continuing, as his voice quivered with nerves. “I-I don't recall having meet someone as graciously astonishing, loving, and caring as you are. You are the ray of sun that lightens my every bad day with a simple smile and hug. I... I love you! more than friends! I-I always did.” seeing the surprised expression on your face, he gulped, and continued. “B-But if you don't feel the same, I understa-”

• And you cut him off right there, by firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands, and pressing your lips against his. And oh, how sweetly you tasted... you tasted even more delicate and sweet than he had imagined on his own daydreaming.

• At first, it would've taken him some seconds to return the kissing, as he would've frozen right there, with widen hazel eyes and an overwhelming crimson fluster on his cheeks. But slowly and surely, he'd give into the warm sensation of your lips. It felt just right, like two missing pieces of a puzzles that finally fit together.

• One of his delicate hands would gently caress your cheek with his thumb, and the other one would be shyly placed on your waist. On the other hand, you are still passionately kissing him while cupping his cheeks lovingly, and almost in a needy way.

• Once you finally pulled apart due to lack of air, you were nearly panting; but a broad toothy grin appeared on both your lips, as you awkwardly chuckled, and you noticed each other's intense scarlet glint smearing your cheeks. Of course, your hands would remain holding each other, and your faces inches away — feeling your own breathing hitting delicately against your skins.

“S-So... does that mean you, uh... you feel the same as I do?” he awkwardly asked, slightly flinching at his own question. playfully rolling your eyes with a grin on your lips, you placed a quick, loving peck on his lips. “Well, why would I have kissed you if I didn't, silly? Of course I do.”

• His heart is exploding and being flooded with overwhelming rapturous emotions with every heartbeat. As you snuggle to his side and reassure him how much you always loved and adored him, while you also place your head on his chest, a goofy ear-to-ear smile would be seen the entire time plastered on his face.

• Both of you would then stay a while in the flower field like that, lovingly cuddling each other, and feeling each other's comforting warmth. Some satisfied sighs would escape his lips as he wraps his arms around you, and enjoys the moment he so desired for a long time, while his heart still rapidly pounds.

• Your lips were better than he imagined on his own fantasies and dreams, so expect him to keep kissing you on your lips more often.

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dreamerswriter · 6 months

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The Burning Revelation

I actually like the fact that they are here. Makes this feel like a genuine school event to have other students besides us attend this. On the flip side, Idia, don't tell Pina about that! (Though, he's got a soft spot for my Persephone OC)

Pfft, it is not the worst thing that has happened to me in terms of adventures and games. I do love how traumatized the man is. The look of fear is wonderful.

Idia's reaction to everything is amazing. I love how he talks in this event so much.

NO! I actually dropped my phone! I love Chenya and Neige is too sweet! You shall be avenged! Gods, you can tell how much both care about their friends so much. Hey, since Rollo got a card, can they please?

This is exactly what I am hoping for in the next book. Idia's the smartest person in that room right now. He's trying to think and solve the problem. He knows what's going on and tries to tell the others what to do. Yes, that's my boy!

Azul: I AM GOING BACK TO THE OCEAN AFTER THIS!

Oh gods, that almost killed him. I WAS RIGHT! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE LET YOUR HEIR GO TO ANOTHER COUNTRY WITHOUT PROPER BACKGROUNDS AND CHECKS! THERE GOES DRAGON BOY!

Ok, so he did go with his guards, but still. Actually, ok, again, KH fan first, but lore-wise, Silver could purge the darkness, so he's pretty powerful. Sebek is trained and also a fae. They did their job of protecting their king. That being said, who told Lilia this happened. Bat Dad must've had a heart attack. Death really is trying to take him, huh?

Azul and Idia are going to drive Rollo insane. That being said, I love both their lines so much!

Hey man, I'm mortal and even I didn't use magical flowers to kill other mages for their magic. I am pretty sure you're the villain here. Which is definitely saying something since we have Azul.

Idia's definitely believes that he's in some RPG right now. He's trying to cope, Azul. Let him. But also, I laughed.

NRC Boys: Oh? We don't have magic? That's fine. We will just beat the living crap out of you!

To be honest, I didn't expect that to be their go-to option, but then again, these are mostly the same cast who wanted to fight a literal ghost bride and her ghost knights.

Side note, I like to imagine Idia carrying about an invasive species of plants is a reference to Hades and Persephone.

Huh. He actually knows our name. Well, I already saw your sleeves and ankles, when are you proposing to Yuu? That being said, he really tried to save us from being hurt. He really does care about Yuu's safety. What a nice dragon boy!

Also, wow, everything is on fire. That's about right for Catholics and how to solve most of their problems. That and not actually reading the Bible.

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rubberduckrobin · 4 months

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𝘚𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader (referred to as [Reader])

Type: Fluff (Christmas/Holiday/Winter fluff)

Word count: Around 2k.

Author’s note: Heyy! Thanks for checking this out. I’m obsessed with the new Barbatos card (the image for this fic) and it’s a shame I haven’t got it ugh. Happy holidays! 🎄

TW: A bit of alcohol but it’s just Asmo being a bit tipsy.

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It’s cold, yet there’s warmth inside you. An unsettled desire brings hope to the chill.

Just a glance at him and your cheeks heat up.

Fog puffs out in warm breaths, reminding you of how a child would imagine it to be like a dragon’s.

Just a glance at him and time stops .

Snow is falling.

Climbing the ladder, you steady yourself, wrapping the final string of lights against a pole.

As the lights are turned on, illuminating the entirety of the demon lord’s castle, you rush down the steps, only to fall backwards in a flurry. As swift as a winter’s solitary breeze, you are caught in the arms of none other than the man you had been infatuated with the entire duration of decorating - Barbatos.

“Easy does it. There you are.”

As he stabilises your weight in his arms, there is a comforting, lingering touch.

“Ahem. My apologies.”

“It’s ok-“

But as you try to step away from his grasp, his hands let go too quickly, causing you to tumble headfirst into the snow. (What a cliché.)

“Oh dear. [Reader], are you quite alright?”

“Ow.”

“Is that all you have to say? You seem to have taken more than just a tumble... It’s cold outside now. Allow me to take you home to warmth.”

“But-“

“If your concern is missing the final product of our efforts,” he unplugs it from the power source, “we can admire the lights later. I must prioritise your wellbeing. I will take you home.”

He ushers you away, not allowing a word more.

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As you walk beside him, you wonder if he's cold.

“Hey-“

Nevermind .

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind.”

“What was the matter?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Surely it must be something.”

“It’s alright.”

“All right, whatever pleases you.”

“Now I feel bad.”

“Then tell me, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to ask if you were cold.”

“I’m unaffected by the cold. But thank you for your concern… and you?”

“Freezing.”

“Why hadn’t you said so earlier?”

“Huh? Why?”

Is he going to offer his coat? His hand? (In marriage? You wished)

“I could have gotten someone else to assist me with the lights.”

Oh. Ohh .

“I saw you and wanted to help.”

“How generous of you… You’re shivering now, [Reader].”

“I’m fine. We’re only a few minutes away.”

“It’s nice of you to walk me back. You know, we haven’t spoken properly like…ever. I always just see you running around for Lord Diavolo…”

“Running around? Is that how you see me?”

“Just an expression, but yeah, basically.”

“I see. And yes, I suppose you’re right. We haven’t spoken properly since your arrival here at the Devildom.”

“Well, except for during the power cut. Remember?”

The darkness. It feels trapping yet too open. You can’t run, but everything can move and catch you. Waiting for the knife, or claws, or something. Something in your back.

Especially in a realm full of demons.

“You were very shaken. For someone who had borne with the Devildom’s sky for around three weeks, I didn't expect you to have a fear of darkness.”

“Thanks back then, by the way.”

“It was only natural that I, the only one present in the hall at the time, were to be the one to comfort you.”

“And you did it very well, so thank you, again.”

“Anytime, dear.”

“What did you just say?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“You-“

“We are now reaching a part of the realm that is dark and is not lit with lamps. Watch your footing.”

A shudder, but not from the cold.

“Are you alright [Reader]?”

“No…”

The darkness shrouds you but it’s less like a hug and more like suffocation.

“Ah, I see.”

He takes your hand.

It’s warm.

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As you enter the lounge of the House of Lamentation, the change of temperature brings you to shiver again.

“[Reader]?”

“Hm? I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Only slightly.”

“I shan't allow that.”

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Take a seat.”

“I said-”

“No. Not another word.”

“But-“

“What did I just say.”

He ushers you to the velvet couch and finds a conveniently placed blanket nearby to wrap around you.

“Um…”

“What is the matter?”

“You’re acting like a doting mother.”

“I suppose I am.”

You share a laugh, his one much more muffled, and he leaves, “I’ll be right back [Reader]”.

The fireplace in front of you dances warmly.

Dancing…oh yes, there was going to be a ball tomorrow. Apparently, Lord Diavolo hosts it every year.

What do you wear? You don’t have anything nice to wear and there isn’t any time to buy anything. Maybe you can borrow something from Asmodeus?

“I brought you a drink.”

Barbatos elegantly pours a generous amount of a deep scarlet liquid from a well-polished bottle (which seems that it could be the price of your home) and then one for himself.

“What is it?”

As he hands it to you, you smell a thick aroma of red wine and spices. The glass heats your frozen fingertips. However nice the feeling of warmth or even the gesture, you can’t accept it. You don’t like alcohol.

“I’m sorry, I’m not really keen on alcohol.”

“Oh, I see,” he takes both wine glasses in his hand, and sets them on a table just as gracefully as he had made the drinks, “Ah right, I see that an alcoholic beverage wouldn’t have necessarily helped anyway, it would have left you dehydrated. Would you prefer something smoother? Like hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I would love that. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“It would be my pleasure. How are you feeling?”

“I told you earlier, I’m fin-“

It was the most inconvenient time to sneeze, but it’s not like you could hold it in.

“I didn’t want you getting in a state of unwell, especially the day before Lord Diavolo’s ball, now here we are. Humans get sick so easily…”

“I’m not sick, it was just a sneeze.”

“It’s a sign of the nasty presence of a virus and although it may have been dispersed through the sneeze, we don’t want to take the risk of late treatment. I’ll get your drink. You need warmth.”

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After a long night of indecision on treatment of your oncoming cold, warm drinks and conversation, you decide to retire to your room.

“Thank you, Barbatos.”

“Do you feel better now?”

You’ve given up explaining that it really was just a sneeze, so you just go along with it now.

“Yes. Night night!”

“Goodnight.”

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The day of the ball. (Of course, this is how all romantic party settings are set to be described.)

You feel like a princess. Not that you have the clothing for it, but you feel like Cinderella - who technically didn't have a dress either.

You remember one of the topics of conversation with Barbatos last night:

“Ah, I don’t even have a dress! What am I gonna do?”

“I can find one for you.”

“Would you really?”

“I have the capability of doing so, yes.”

“So last minute?”

“…being completely honest, I've had one prepared for you already.”

“What? For how long exactly?”

“The day after the power cut, when the ball was first announced.”

“Why?”

“I thought you might not have anything due to your abrupt arrival here.”

“Well, you were right. You’re always right.”

“Am I?”

He really is.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see if the attire I chose for you suits you as much as I thought it would, then I will count it as being ‘always right.’”

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He hasn’t given you the dress yet. You wonder when it will arrive.

Just then, you notice something in the corner of your eye, hung on your wardrobe door.

It’s red. Your favourite colour. How did he know?

A label attached reads:

“The red compliments your complexion really well and matches the theme of the ball. I do hope you find it suitable.

Signed, Barbatos. x ”

Kiss. A kiss at the end.

But what has captured your attention more is how perfect the dress really is.

It’s like he knew you’d always wanted to wear a dress such as this one, and also how you don’t like to show off.

It’s the perfect line between elegance, glamour and comfort both physically and socially.

It’s perfect.

He’s always right.

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The ball passes, not quickly, not slowly, but just how something enjoyable would pass by in the present.

You find yourself first at the buffet, as all parties should start with a satisfied stomach (the devil fondue was especially good, but your favourite was the dark chocolate berries from the human world), then in newfound confidence, you join the brothers to dance.

Mammon is the first to snatch you. It’s only natural, as he was your first.

Satan and Mammon have a row, in which you have to break apart, only to be stolen by Asmodeus.

In the final spin with Asmo, you find yourself in between Beelzebub and Belphegor, Belphie being a surprisingly good dancer, despite seeming lazy (Beel, not so much.)

Taken by the waist, Simeon guides you to Solomon whilst dancing (quite horribly, but it’s at a tremendous effort at the very least), and Solomon dips you, most likely having stolen the move from a dance show back in the human world.

Luke asks to dance, and you let him spin you, before you realise you are now in the centre of the ballroom again.

Lucifer asks to dance. Diavolo asks to dance.

Where is Barbatos?

Yes, it was great having everyone fight for your attention; you felt adored and appreciated. It was fun.

But why did you care so much about Barbatos? He was all you could think about.

“[Reader], are you okay? You seem to be getting tired?”

“Sorry, Diavolo.”

“It’s alright.”

He guides you to the balcony.

“Perhaps get some quiet here.”

The cool breeze feels nice.

“I have to keep an eye on our guests. Have a great evening.”

“Thank you, you too.”

All the dancing has left you in a sweat, so you don’t notice the cold.

Your mind inevitably drifts back to the thought of Barbatos. He’s probably helping with serving guests.

How romantic would it be that he joins you on the balcony? The lights of distant homes and of the decorations you had put up with him, colours moulding together, only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you.

Not everything is convenient like that, unfortunately. But wouldn’t it be so romantic?

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“[Reader]”

“I was looking for you .”

Noticing your obsessive thoughts earlier, you had gone looking for Barbatos. You’re not surprised at all that you found him in the kitchen, sorting out drinks. However, what does surprise you is his lack of formality as he leans against the countertop, hand on his forehead.

He’s stressed.

“My apologies, you haven’t caught me at the right time.”

He stands upright.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m quite alright.”

“Now, this is one of the moments where you’re wrong.”

He remains silent.

“You’re stressed aren’t you? I’m sure Lord Diavolo won’t mind if you take a break. There’s many other servers.”

Just as you say that, one walks in the room.

“I’ll take those drinks, Barbatos!”

This is definitely more conveniently timed than your sneeze earlier.

“Are you certain? All right.”

“So, Barbatos. How about that break?” you break in before he has even the slightest chance to start making new drinks.

“Alright, fine. Only because it’s you. Humans are so persistent that it's bothersome.”

“Sure.”

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What’s the best way to relax?

“Barbatos, what do you want to do on your break?”

“First of all, I would like to tell you how stunning you look tonight.”

“Me? Really? I’m like a speck of dust compared to all of the other beautiful people in this hall.”

“I haven’t noticed. I seem to only have eyes for you.”

“That was horribly cringey.”

“I am aware. I evoke that statement.”

“Second of all, would you like to-“

Before he can finish, a drunken Asmo latches onto you.

“Hey, little lamb, are you enjoying the ball?”

“You’ve had way too much alcohol, Asmodeus, you reek of it,” Barbatos cuts in, pulling him off of you, somehow making it seem way less awkward. “I’m sorry, [Reader], allow me to quickly hand Asmodeus to Lucifer’s or Solomon's care.”

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Over the night, Barbatos keeps getting interrupted. He always manages to find you, but every time he does, he seems to end up working again.

“What happened to your break?”

“I am truly sorry, [Reader].”

You feel horrible.

Surely one moment away won’t cause havoc, right?

“Come with me.”

No guts to grab his hand, but you make sure to look behind you to see if he follows you.

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Your wine red dress trails in the snow as you head to the outside gazebo.

Barbatos attempts to pick it up, but you tell him it’s fine.

“You need to relax. It’s a party. I know you’re working, but still. You should enjoy it too.”

Only now do you notice his attire is a bit different to usual.

“Is that a new suit?”

“Yes. Lord Diavolo wouldn’t let me have it any other way.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you.”

“What did you want to do on your break earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted…many times…”

“I wanted to ask, would you like to dance?”

“Oh, well it’s a bit late for that now. The ball is just about to end, and we’re outside now. And I bet we’ll be interrupted when we go back in again.”

“I wanted to dance with you. I don’t necessarily need music to do so. I’ve been left waiting for quite a while now so I really don’t care so much about the environment we will be in to do so anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

One step. Two steps. In elegance you glide. His confident hands trail your lower back as he pulls you close to him.

Once again you notice breaths puffing out like a dragon, the warmth of his meeting your cheeks. Noses just barley apart, he feels cold.

“Are you cold now?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“It feels awkward without music.”

“I can hear it from afar, can’t you?”

“I can’t really focus on that right now.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“We’re…very close right now.”

“This is the manner in which you dance with someone at such a formal gathering, is it not?”

“Very close.”

He pulls away, and lets you spin.

“Apologies. I suppose I was cold and had to hold you closer.”

“You just said you weren’t!”

“Fine.”

As you twirl once more he catches you and you hear the music in the distance stop.

“That was the last dance.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to stop, does it?“

“Just how desperate were you to dance with me?”

“The whole night. Perhaps more.”

You pull out your D.D.D and it starts blasting a really embarrassing song.

“Shit- Sorry. Whoops. Ignore that. Um, give me a song.”

“I quite liked the sound of that one.”

“You’re joking. Give me a classical one, like the ones being played in the hall.”

He recommends a song.

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After your dance, the snow gets heavier. You’re trapped under the gazebo now. With him.

What a cliché! You can’t believe your luck!

“How was my dancing skills?”

“Marvellous.”

“Of course-“

Mocking a face of arrogance, you look up. But…

There’s mistletoe.

“You hadn’t noticed before?”

“And you had?!”

“Oh gosh. Alright.”

You notice his hand as it rides up your arm. His eyes deepen in affection.

He leans in.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“If you insist.”

“I insist.”

And colours blend as you wanted it to.

It's only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you.

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End author’s note: I hope you enjoyed! I posted this just in time for Christmas…Happy holidays and have an amazing new year! 🎆

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we could be more | dean winchester | 10

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

CROATOAN

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : WHATEVER IT TAKES - IMAGINE DRAGONS

“What did you do?” Dean frowned once we were out of Dad’s earshot. “When you said that you’d destroy the box, you buried it, didn’t you? You made a deal.”

“I did.” I shrugged coldly.

“Why?” Sam asked, looking confused. “Now you have ten years to live.”

“I don’t.” I contradicted. “The demon only asked for my necklace.”

“What?” Dean blinked in surprise. “Just that?”

“Just that.”

“Why?”

“It said I have too much of a burden already, so it’s enough torture.”

“There’s gonna be some underlying motive, I just know it.” Sam gritted his teeth. “You shouldn’t have done it.”

“I had to!”

“Why?!”

“Because I’m lost!” I burst out. “I’m looking through every single book of mine, but I can’t find anything to do with setting my powers free. My dad can help. He taught me everything I know and he could know something-“

“What’s he gonna do when he finds out that your brother, sister and mother died because of a dreamwalker?” Dean fumed. “You’ve messed up big time.”

“I’m a mess up.” I wept, sitting down. “I can’t- I can’t do this without him, I just can’t. I raise my gun and I shoot, sure, but I think a thousand times before doing it because of Carter and Xavier, and the one person I’d always trust to help me is my dad, but when I look, he’s not there and it kills me. I-“ The two hugged me, letting go of their anger.

“It’s ok.” Dean murmured.

“Jellybean.” Dad was leaning on my doorframe, looking stern. “Did you make a deal with a crossroads demon?”

“Yeah.” I whispered, nodding. “I had to. The devil took my abilities away. People have died because I wasn’t quick enough to act, or I’m me. Mom’s dead, Dad. So is Lily, and Carter, and it was all my fault-“

“I know about it.” He assured. “It pained me, but I watched it happen. You were so brave, and it wasn’t your fault, it was mine.”

“It was my fault.”

“It wasn’t. Honestly? It was mine, because what I did led that dreamwalker to you and caused you so much pain.” He smoothed back my hair with a sad smile. “Look at you now. You’re so strong, so beautiful. You’re everything I knew you would be, even if things didn’t go as planned.” He leaned his forehead on mine, then kissed it. “I’ll protect you too from now on, even if those two boys are doing a good job of it. They’re John Winchester’s boys, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good kids. I’ve already interrogated them about how well they’re treating you.”

“Dad.”

“You know I had to.” He excused. “I’ve got to know who these boys are if they’re spending time with my baby girl. Especially that Dean kid.”

“Dad!”

“There’s something there, I know it.”

“No, you don’t.” I giggled. “Dad, these guys have kept me safe.”

”More like you keep them safe. My jellybean doesn’t need protecting.”

“Yes, she does.” I heard whimpering from the other room, and I frowned. “Excuse me, Dad, just gotta go check something.” I went to the other room, where Sam was asleep. “Sam?” Sam’s face was scrunched up, sweat rolling down his face as he breathed heavily. I sat down beside him, taking the blanket off him carefully. “Hey, Sammy.”

“Sam?” Dean was at the door, but then Sam sat up, and I immediately steadied him.

“No…” He stared at Dean, panting, with wide eyes.

“There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove.” Sam frowned, looking at the GPS. I had my earphones in, listening to music as we went.

“How are you so sure that it’s the one in Oregon?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

“There was a picture. Crater Lake.”

“What else?”

“I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair.”

“And I ventilated him?”

“Yeah. You thought there was something inside him.”

“Like a demon? Was he possessed?”

“If he was possessed, we’d have exorcised him first.” I reasoned, taking out my earbuds.

“Yeah, cause I’m not gonna waste an innocent man.”

“But you plugged him, without reason.” Sam shrugged.

“Well, I'm sure I had a good reason.”

“I hope you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean-“

“Can we have one car ride without you two trying to rip each other’s heads off?” I groaned. “It gets tiring to watch sometimes, y’know.”

“Ok, Beanie, for you.” Dean smiled, glancing back at me. I got a call from Dad, which I picked up.

“Hey, Dad.” I sighed, shooting a look to both boys to stay silent.

‘Hey, sweetheart. Are you at Oregon yet?’

“Nope, still got a while left.”

‘That’s the voice you make when you’ve witnessed an argument.’

“That’s cause I have, but it’s under control. What d‘you call me for?”

‘I packed food in the glove box. Just so you all can feel ready to fight whatever’s out there.’

“Thanks, Dad.” I grinned, laughing. “I’ll make sure to eat it.”

‘You better, jellybean. And tell the boys to keep you safe. Otherwise they won’t be for long.’

“I think they got the message when you almost did target practice on them.”

‘Fair enough. Bye.’

“Bye.” I cut the call, turning to the boys. “Dad packed food in the glovebox.”

“Your dad is the BEST!” Dean exclaimed, immediately reaching for the glovebox. Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling.

We pulled up at Rivergrove, meeting someone who was at the border. We got out, approaching him.

“Morning.” Dean smiled.

“Good morning. Can I help you?” The man asked, and I spotted a tattoo. Master Sergeant.

“Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, and in the back is Lily Carter. U.S. Marshals.” He flashed his badge.

“What's this about?”

“We're looking for someone.”

“A young man, early twenties.” Sam described. He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline.”

“What’d he do?”

“Well, nothing.” I replied casually. “We’re just trying to find someone else, and this guy could help us.”

“Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet.” Dean smirked. “I think maybe you know who he is . . . Master Sergeant. My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal.”

“What company?” The man asked cautiously.

“Echo-2-1.”

“So can you help us?” I asked politely.

“Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean.”

“Oh, I’m sure he does.” Dean replied. “You know where he lives?”

“With his family, up Aspen Way.”

“Thank you, sir.” I nodded, and we walked off. Sam nodded towards a pole, which had ‘Croatoan’ etched on it.

“Croatoan?” Dean blinked.

“Roanoke?” I raised an eyebrow. “Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?”

“Yeah, Miss Princeton. Shots heard 'round the world, How bills become laws…”

“That's not school,” Sam grimaced, “that's Schoolhouse Rock.”

“Whatever.”

“Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500s.” I explained.

“Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan.”

“Yeah. And I mean, there were theories — Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened.” Sam frowned. “They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight.”

“You don't think that's what's going on here, I mean…”

“Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?”

“Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so…”

“We should get help.” I sighed. “I’m calling Dad.” I pulled out my phone, but it had no signal. “I haven’t got signal.”

Dean and Sam looked at their phones too. “Me neither.” We went over to a telephone booth, but I got the ‘line unavailable’ tone.

“Line’s dead.” I grimaced. “If I was trying to massacre a town, this is exactly where I’d start. No way of getting help, so it becomes a death trap.”

We parked on Aspen Way, walking up to the house and knocking. A boy with spike hair answered, peeking around the door.

“Yeah?” He frowned.

“We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?” Dean asked.

“He’s my brother.”

“Can we talk to him?”

“He’s not here right now.”

”Do you know where he is?” I continued with a an air that said ‘tell me where he is right now or I slap you’.

“Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake.”

“Your parents home?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, they’re inside.”

“Jake? Who is it?” Mr Tanner came into the hallway.

“US marshals, sir.” Dean lied. “We’re looking for your son, Duane.”

“Wh-why? He's not in trouble, is he?“

“No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all.”

“When’s he due back from his trip?” Sam asked.

“We’re not sure-“

“Maybe your wife knows.” I smiled.

“She’s not here.”

“Your son said she was.”

“She’s out getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?“

“Oh, we’ll just check in later.” We walked down the steps as Mr Tanner shut the door. “I call bull.” I shrugged, “Too Stepford for me.”

“Way too creepy.” Sam shivered. I pulled out my gun, all of us creeping round to the back of the house. We found a window, but it was only a bit open.

“I can’t fit in that gap.” Dean whispered.

“Yeah, well, neither can I.”

“Watch me.” I smirked, climbing up and slipping through the gap, opening the window wider for them to climb in. I looked through a crack in the door; there was an adult woman tied to a chair, another adult woman, possibly aunt, holding a machete, the spiky-haired brother and Mr Tanner. When we saw blood being smeared onto her cut, we busted through the door. The aunt and the dad ran towards us, but Dean and I pulled the trigger. But Dean shot three times, while I only did one. The two collapsed on the floor, dead, while Jake Tanner burst out of the window and ran, while Sam hesitates to shoot. We untied a crying Beverly, checking her.

I walked into the clinic, Beverly and Sam behind us.

“The phone lines are down, Miss Lee, I think this is a cause to worry.”

“I’ll only worry when I see it.” I vaguely recognised that voice.

Vaguely.

“Hello? Hello? We need a doctor here!” Sam yelled, and a young blonde woman rushed out. She wore a really girly headband plus a pink shirt.

“Mrs. Tanner, what happened?” She gasped.

“She was attacked.” I explained briefly.

“Dr Lee!” Another young blonde woman rushed out.

“Get her inside.” Dr Lee ordered, and we brought Beverly in. Dean rushed in, holding Mr Tanner and Miss Tanner wrapped in canvas. “Is that-“

“The Tanner siblings?” I finished candidly. “Yes.”

“Were they attacked too?”

“Uh… no.” Dean refused. “They did the attacking and then got themselves shot.”

“Shot?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you?”

“US Marshals. I’d show you my badge, but…” I pulled out my own, flashing it before storing it.

“Oh, sorry. Take them inside. We also have a federal agent here, you know.” Sam, Dean and I exchanged a look. A man of about 6’3 walked in, making direct eye contact with me. He had black hair and green eyes, and I masked my surprise with professionalism.

James Rhodes, you son of a gun.

“Hey. I’m Harry Johnson, FBI agent.” He introduced, shaking my hand.

“Lily Carter, US marshal.” I replied, while Dean and Sam smirked at each other. “Nice to meet you, agent.”

“You too, marshal.”

“Can I have a word?”

“Sure.” We went into another room, and I looked him up and down.

“Way to follow me, Serge. Why are you here?”

“I’m taking a page out of your book, Lily Carter.” He raised an eyebrow, holding up his fake Fed badge. “Fake ID.”

“Never thought you had it in you.”

“Meeting you changed me, Rainer.” He smirked. “But… there’s something going on. I’ve never seen this many people go AWOL. I just had to check it out-“ He was cut off due to me yanking him forward by his collar, kissing him. His hand tangled in my hair, the other slipping under my band t-shirt.

”James…” My back hit the wall, both of us missing a beat for one second, but we made up for it in the matter of a few seconds.

“Goddamn, Ivy-“ I reached my fingers up, disconnecting and leaning my forehead on his while he took heavy breaths to undo his shirt buttons as quickly as I could, impatiently taking his suit jacket off his shoulders-

“Oh, wow.” Sam stood there, glancing between the two of us.

‘Don’t breathe a word of this to Dean.” I hissed.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam left, and I leaned my head back.

“Wrong place, wrong time.” I chuckled, then took a look at him. “But… damn.”

“I guess another time, then.” He sighed, buttoning up his shirt. “It’s been hard, not talking to you, cause you rarely pick up your burner.”

“I’ve been on missions, James.”

“I know, I know, but you’re still addictive.”

“Cause I’m a law-breaking citizen. You’re a good, smart and brave cop. Who’s meant to arrest people like me.” I started doing his tie, looking up at him with a smile.

“I think that’s it.” He shrugged. “You go against what I’m supposed to stand for, but I can’t stay away from you.”

“Don’t try.” I winked. “Maybe it’s fate.” I walked out of the door, into Dr Lee’s clinic room with him behind me. Sam snickered when he saw us come in.

“Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?” Lee frowned.

“They beat me. Tied me up.” Beverly whispered.

“I don’t believe it.” Pam refused.

“Pam.” Lee warned, then turned to Beverly. “Beverly… do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?”

”No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them.”

Sam, Dean, James and I exchanged looks, so we went outside to discuss. “Those guys were whacked out of their gourds.” Dean frowned.

“What is it, then?” Sam shrugged. “Multiple demons? Mass possession?”

“I have an unlikely idea.” I sighed. “Demonic plague. This many demons can’t just inhabit one town unnoticed by any hunters.”

“Demonic plagues are really uncommon in most lore, though.” James contradicted, getting looks from Sam and Dean. “What? I did my homework.”

“I’m proud of you, Rhodey.” Dean nodded proudly. “Beanie, you really know how to pick ‘em.”

“Shut up.” I chuckled, waving Dean off. “We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr Tanner, or any of the other usual signs.”

“Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if Sam would’ve taken out the other one, there'd be one less to worry about.”

“I’m sorry, ok?!” Sam groaned. “I hesitated! He was a kid.”

“It was an ‘it’. Not the best time for a bleeding heart.”

“That’s not our biggest concern.” I frowned. “It’s what’s affecting these people. I’m gonna look in my creature encyclopaedia, try and see if there’s anything matching that description.”

Dr Lee stormed out, meeting us.

“How's the patient?” Sam asked.

“Terrible!” She snapped. “What the hell happened out there?”

“We don’t know.” Dean recoiled.

“Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbour.”

“We didn't have a choice.”

“Maybe so, but we need the county sheriff. We need the coroner…”

“Phones are down.”

“I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in that car?”

“We do.” I nodded. “But it tapped out, like everything else.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” It’s best you don’t, lady.

“How far is it to the next town?” Dean asked.

“It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder.”

“I’m gonna head down there, see if we can get some help.” Dean clapped Sam and I on the shoulder. “My partners will keep you guys safe.”

“Safe from what?” She frowned.

“We’ll get back to you on that.”

“Huh.” Dr Lee mused while she was analysing Mr Tanner’s blood.

“What?” Sam asked, stopping his pacing. James stood up, all of us walking over.

“His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection.” She explained.

“Really? What kind of virus?”

“Can’t say for sure.”

“Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?”

“None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood.”

“Did what?” I persisted.

“There's this… weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur.”

“Sulfur.” I repeated, staring pointedly at Sam.

“I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?” Beverly whispered, huddled on a stool.

“That's what we're trying to find out.” Dr Lee frowned. “Now, during the attack, do you remember… did you have any direct contact with their blood?”

“Oh my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?”

“Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with your permission, we'll take a blood sample.” Beverly nodded tenderly, laying her hand on Dr Lee’s. Then she lashed out, grabbing Lee’s wrist and yelling. Sam and James advanced, but she tossed them against a glass cabinet. She picked up a scalpel, but I hefted a fire extinguisher and slammed it on Beverly’s head, knocking her out.

“Y’know, sometimes I hate my job.” I panted. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to wipe blood off this fire extinguisher.”

“What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?” Pam whimpered, huddled at the far wall.

“You've got to stay calm.” Dr Lee replied calmly. “All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help.”

“I can't, I... I've got to go.”

“Pam!”

“No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay.” She hurried out of the lab, and Sam followed after her. I went back to Dr Lee, smiling.

“I think that if we manage to get overthrown by an insane infection, I’d like to know the name of the other sane woman here.” I grinned.

“Olivia.”

“Ivy.” We shook hands. “So, has the sulfur gone?”

”No, it’s still there, surprisingly. I don’t know how sulfur makes people act so murderous.”

“I’m still figuring that part out, trust me.” I walked out to find Dean and the man we talked to earlier. “What’s the stats?”

“People are being infected through blood-to-blood contact.” Dean explained. “Demonic germ warfare.”

”I told you. Demonic plague.” I frowned. “It’s rare, but it happens, just like in Roanoke.”

“Now we get it.” Sam grumped. “Any way to cure it?”

“You can only contain it.” I sighed. “The cures possible are impossible.”

“I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony.”

“What d’you find?”

“Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence.”

“And he’s here why?” Dean groaned.

”I have no idea. But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people.”

“They’ve got one!” The dude from earlier, who I’d found out was Mark from his badge, yelled. We rushed into the other room.

“The wife. She’s infected.”

“We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there.” Mark pointed with a shaky finger. “My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get.” Dean didn’t even hesitate, pulling out his gun.

“You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?” Pam gasped.

“Doctor, could there be any treatment?” Sam asked urgently. “Some kind of cure for this?”

“For God’s sake, I don’t even know what ‘it’ is!” Olivia cried out.

“I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through.” Mark grimaced, gun at the ready. They opened the door, facing Beverly, who jumped up, playing victim.

“Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's, it's them! They locked me in here, they, they tried to kill me!” She begged, faking tears. “They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!”

“You sure she’s one of ‘em?” Mark asked us. I nodded, and so did Sam, so Dean stepped forward and shot twice, his face steely. James walked in, looking at the scene with wide eyes.

“There are people crowding the door.” He informed, then gulped. I gave him a reassuring look, running my hand through my hair. Pam started freaking out, especially when she dropped a vial of blood on herself. However, she was deemed clean.

“Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!” She cried.

“No, we can't, because those things are everywhere.” Dean refused.

“She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming.” Sam murmured.

“Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles — even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets.” Mark reasoned. “So unless you've got some explosives…”

James looked between us. “We could make some.”

“Yeah, there’s stuff like potassium chloride, benzoyl peroxide, ammonium nitrate, or we can go full on molotov.” I shrugged.

“You know a scary amount of stuff about explosives.” Dean chuckled nervously.

“I’ve learnt a lot about ‘em.”

We heard banging on the door. “Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!”

“It’s Duane Tanner.” Mark went to the door, letting Duane in.

”Thank God.” Duane breathed a sigh of relief, limping in.

“Duane, you okay?” Mark asked, and Duane nodded.

“Who else is in here?”

“FBI, Harry Johnson.” James flashed his badge.

”We’re US marshals.” I smiled, gesturing to the three of me, Dean and Sam.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief.” Dean took Duane by the arm when he raced in. “Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?” We went into the lab.

“Duane. Where you been?” Mark questioned.

“On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I . . . I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know!” Duane stammered. “They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?”

“You’re bleeding.” Olivia remarked. There was a huge cut in Duane’s leg, and I instantly put my hand on my gun, taking it out.

“Where did you get that?” Dean frowned, staring at the gash in Duane’s leg.

”I was running, I must have tripped.” Duane explained feebly.

“Tie him up. Rope’s in there.”

“Wait-“

”Sit down!” Dean ordered, pulling out his gun.

”Dean!” I snapped, but Mark was already preparing to tie Duane.

“I'm sorry, Duane, he's right.” He grimaced. “We've gotta be careful.”

“Careful about what?” Duane panted.

“Did they bleed on you?” I asked.

“No, what the hell? No!”

”Doc, any way to know for sure, at least?” Sam pleaded.

“I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards.” Olivia frowned.

“My mom!” Duane cried.

“It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so . . . no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns.”

”Dean, Ivy, we have to talk.” Sam sighed. We went to a different room. “This is my vision, Dean. It's happening.”

”Yeah, I figured.” Dean nodded coldly.

”You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not.”

“Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?”

“Let’s just keep him tied. He can’t keep this act up forever, if he’s affected.” I suggested calmly.

“What? Just wait or him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance.” Dean started to push past Sam, who stopped him. ”Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that.”

”It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point.” Sam argued, his hand still holding Dean back.

“And what does that buy us?”

“A clear conscience, at least!”

”Well, it's too late for that.”

“What’s happened to you?!” I burst out.

”What?” Dean blinked.

“You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there.”

“Mhmm.” Dean pushed past Sam, who tried to stop him a third time, but Dean threw him against the wall.

“DEAN!” Dean walked into the other room, locking the door behind him. Sam ran up, trying to unlock the door, trying the handle and banging on the door.

“Open the damn door, Dean!” Sam yelled. “Don't do it, Dean! Don't!”

“It’s too late.” I sighed, punching the door angrily. “Damn it! I’m sorry, Sammy.”

“You tried, at least.”

“I didn’t try hard enough.” Then the door unlocked, and Dean was standing there.

“I didn’t do it.” He whispered.

“It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right.” Olivia asked us, and I gave her a nod while pouring the right amount of potassium chloride into a glass bottle.

“You know we’re gonna ask you why.” I raised an eyebrow, setting down the bottle.

“Yeah, I know.” Dean nodded.

“So why? Why didn’t you do it?” Sam asked.

“We’re gonna need more alcohol.” Sam left, leaving Dean and I alone.

“First molotov done.” I put a rag in the hole, setting it aside. “You can talk to me, Dean. Why?”

“What you told me got in my head when I was about to murder the sucker.” He looked up at me. “You and Sammy mean the most to me. I don’t wanna see the day that you tell me I’m a monster.”

“I’d never say that.” I cupped his cheek, and he leaned into my touch. “Never-“ We heard crashing, and James and Mark ran in, armed. I pulled out my gun, busting open the door just as Pam smeared blood over a cut on Sam’s chest. I lifted my gun in an instant, shooting her twice in the back in cold blood. She fell to the side, and Sam pushed her off, getting up hurriedly.

“She bled on him. He's got the virus.” Mark announced.

“Get him to Dr Lee.” I ordered. “This is enough. Too many people are dying.” We got Sam to the medical room, where Olivia got to examining him.

“Doc, check his wound again, would you?” Dean frowned, pacing.

“What's she need to examine him for?” Mark scoffed. “You saw what happened.”

“Did her blood actually enter your wound?” Olivia asked Sam gently.

“Come on, of course it did!”

Dean shook his head. “We don’t know that for sure.”

“We can’t take a chance.” Duane retorted.

“You know what we have to do.” Mark murmured.

Dean gritted his teeth, “Nobody is shooting my brother.”

“He ain’t gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself.”

“Nobody is gonna shoot anyone.”

“You tried to shoot me!” Duane yelled.

“You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!”

“Oh, just SHUT UP!” I shouted, silencing everyone. “We still don’t have any idea whether Pam’s blood mixed with Sam’s. I get it, we can’t take chances, but the testosterone is killing me!”

“She’s right.” James agreed. “So, Sam, what do you say?”

”Dean, they're right.” Sam nodded sadly. “I'm infected; just give me the gun and I'll do it myself.”

“Forget it.” Dean whispered.

“Dean, I’m not gonna become one of those things.”

“Sam, we've still got some time-“

“Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am.” Mark sympathised. “But we gotta take care of this.” He pulled out his his handgun, but I stepped in the way.

“This is his decision, not yours.” I gritted my teeth, glaring daggers at him. “I'm gonna say this one time — you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!”

“Then what are we supposed to do?!”

I held up my hand, and the keys to the Impala flew into them from Dean’s hand. I handed them to him. “Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You three go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now.”

“What about you and Dean?”

“Dean, Ivy, no. No. Go with them.” Sam pleaded. “This is your only chance!”

”You’re not getting rid of us that easy, kid.” I smiled sadly.

“No, he’s right.” Mark frowned. “Come with us.” We didn’t answer, so he shrugged. “Fine. It’s your funeral.”

“I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals.” Olivia nodded with a pained expression.

“Oh, we’re not really Marshals.” Dean chuckled awkwardly. “And he’s not FBI.”

“Oh. Ok.” She went out the door, and then James walked up to me, cupping my cheeks tenderly, his eyes glistening.

“Come with me.” He whispered, leaning his forehead on mine.

“I can’t.” I sighed. “Besides, this seems like a good way to go. In a blaze of glory.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say-“ I kissed him, fighting off my own tears.

“If I make it out, I’ll find you. Or text you. Or pick up the phone for the first time. Either way, you’ll know.” I patted his chest. “Now, you need to go.” He hugged me tightly, kissing my hair and breathing out shakily before detaching himself.

“I love you.”

“I know.” He went out the door, and I turned back to the boys.

“Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something.” Dean joked.

“Dean, Ivy, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here.”

“No way.”

“Give me my gun, and leave.”

“For the last time, Sam.” I shook my head. “No.”

Sam slammed the table, tears running down his face. “This is the dumbest thing you've ever done!”

“Oh, I don't know about that.” Dean shuddered. “Remember that waitress in Tampa?”

“Dean, Ivy, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.”

“No?”

“You can keep going.”

“Who says we want to?” I shrugged.

“What?”

Dean crossed too the other side of the room, running his hand through his hair and pulling a gun out of his waistband. “I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life… this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it.”

“I’ve lived eight years wondering where I went wrong, Sam, and it’s one hell of a burden.” I wiped a tear from my eye. “I’m meant to be in prison. Heck, I should be dead. At least my dad gets to live.”

“So what, so you're just going to give up?” Sam scoffed. “You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has-“

“You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but…”

“What’s it about?” Dean’s reply was cut off by a knock on the door, so I went to open it. Olivia was there, looking spooked.

“You better come see this.” She said.

“There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just… vanished.” Olivia shrugged.

“Either they’re planning a surprise attack, or somebody wiped out this town. Either way, let’s get back inside.” I frowned. “But everyone who disappeared was infected.”

“Let’s check Sam’s blood.” We rushed back inside, going straight to Sam’s blood sample. Olivia checked it, then looked surprised. “Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it but I think you dodged a bullet.”

“But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?” Sam stammered.

“I don't know. But you're just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner samples…” She looked at the Tanners’ blood, “what the hell?”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing.”

“So that’s it?” Dean confirmed.

“That’s it.” I brought the two aside, looking between them.

“Demonic plague.” I confirmed. “Never seen anything more like it. They infect the people, then completely wipe out anyone with sulfur in their blood. Which should be everyone in town.”

“Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come.” Duane grinned.

“I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care.” Olivia smiled.

“What about him?” Dean nodded to Sam.

“He's going to be fine. No signs of infection.” I went over to her, beaming.

“From one sane woman to another, you took this better than most.” I smirked.

“From one sane woman to another, I probably wouldn’t have gone mad if you hadn’t kept everyone in check.” We hugged, and I gave her a once over.

“Take care.” I went back to the boys, correcting my jacket collar.

“I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one.” Dean scoffed. “I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted.”

“Demonic plagues do that.” I sighed.

“Why was I immune?” Sam thought aloud as he went to the backseat of the Impala.

“Yeah. You know what? That's a good question.” Dean agreed as we got in the car. “You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away?”

“I sure don’t want it to come back.” I chuckled.

I dialled a number when I got home, putting it to my ear.

‘New York PD, James Rhodes speaking.’

“I told you I’d call.” I heard a laugh of relief from the other end, and I grinned.

‘Ivy! You made it out?’

“Yeah. Sam was immune, turns out. Plus, everyone in Rivergrove disappeared, just like that.”

‘What’s the conclusion?’

“Demonic plague.” I replied. “I’m not sure what type, but it’s happened.”

‘Damn. But does that mean you’re free to have dinner sometime?’

“Depends. How illegal are the methods to obtain it?”

‘Completely legal.’

“It’s not for me, honey, sorry.” I joked. “I’m available tomorrow at 8.”

‘Sounds like a plan.’

”Also, I thought you were Baltimore PD.”

‘I transferred.’ I could feel his smirk on the other side. ‘Goodnight, beautiful.’

“Sweet dreams, handsome.”

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Heyy, i really like your work and I would love to request something. Maybe some headcannons for a healer (fem) who is Gandalfs apprentice and thorin falling in love with her on the quest <3 she is really insecure and shy (maybe she could be a bit chubby) but very powerful and saves thorin from the dead? (if you like she could have curly brown hair like me if that's okay) i wish you a happy new year <3

Hey hey, I’m so glad you like my stuff, and I’d be more than happy to do this. I will admit a few things upfront 1- I got a tad (really) carried away and this is the shorter version 2- I meant to have this to you 2 days ago and that did it happen, sorry 3-I love this idea so much, especially since I relate waaay to much to it. Enjoy :) -Error

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Being Gandalf’s apprentice in the art of healing is an adventure in and of itself.

He loves to teach, and you couldn’t be more happy to learn.

However, it’s not easy to talk to people, it’s not easy to do things on your own with a damned voice in the back of your head telling you you’re doing things wrong.

It’s a lot, to be fair, and being unsure is… completely natural… but it haunts you. It bothers you deeply, because you don’t know if your good, you don’t know if you’re truly doing the right thing, and that’s terrifying, ok?!

Gandalf is aware of this, and when the conversation arose he only smiled that kind smile of his and reassured you that he’d always be there to help.

That didn’t really work, but it was nice of him to try.

The day he set out to gather The Company of Thorin Oakenshield, he asked if you would like to join him. He said there would be dangers beyond imagine, great perils, and at the end a dragon that would most undoubtedly try to kill all of us.

You said yes, voicing only mild concerns and complaining very rarely about the prospect of death. You didn’t stop until you reached Hobbiton that night.

Meeting Thorin was… interesting.

You never felt more terrified in your life.

You weren’t by any means attractive in the dwarven aesthetic, which was to say your nose and ears weren’t out of proportion, and you certainly couldn’t grow a beard.

However, you weren’t thin either. It’s been said before that men love the skinny, quill-thin girls, and that always bothered you because… well who was quill-thin anyways?! But it bothered you nonetheless, and upon meeting Thorin, this became 10x worse.

Everything that ever bothered you about yourself felt they had a great big sign on them.

You were too large, your curls were brown, not red like the dwarves' preferred, you had no beard, and you felt you had no desirable features…

According to you, that is.

If I were to say the Thorin couldn’t look away from you, that would be a lie.

The moment Thorin saw you, he found you to be the most beautiful person in the hobbit hole, and immediately began assessing who else out of the unmarried dwarves was interested.

He decided fairly quickly that he had no competition, and made a quick plan with Balin in order to woo, court, and eventually, hopefully, marry you.

Yeah, he planned that far ahead. Mans smitten.

He spends hours speaking with you, succeeding only twice in making you laugh. You were shy, he could tell, and he refused to be disheartened by it. Every chance he got he’d try to very subtly and politely start conversation.

However, over the course of the beginning of their quest he began to notice things, like how you would dress to hide your curves, or how you would stutter out decisions before going back on them, changing you mind multiple times as if unsure. And you rarely spoke to anyone without having a very distinct reason to.

He took this into account, pulled Balin aside, and recreated his plan to be a bit more… direct.

First it was the flowers. Little ones he’d hand to you as you tracked through the forest. You at first thought it was sweet but it became more frequent, and your book was running out of room to press them.

Then it was the sword. Not an ideal gift but practical, all things considered. You could fight, technically speaking, but these weren’t minor tussles, and the road would only get more dangerous. So he picked out a beautiful blade from the troll cave, and presented it as a gift to you.

Let’s be honest here, you’re not dumb, you were well aware of most customs, so it was not without care that you accepted the gift.

This had its perks… and its difficulties.

On one hand, it was nice to know Thorin was not only attracted to you, but eager to court you; on the other, every single negative thought you’d ever had about yourself became like a plague.

You couldn’t figure it out: by dwarven standards you weren’t attractive. And you did feel good for much else besides healing.

These thoughts began so little but they grew and grew.

Rivendell was beautiful, if you had been paying attention. Turns out, it is very possible to make yourself dizzy with terrible thoughts.

It wouldn’t be till you were all sitting in a cave, having just dodged rock giants, when he would bring it up.

He’d gotten a little cut on his forehead from saving Bilbo, and you sat beside him, carefully cleaning it.

Asking was the hard part for Thorin, he truly had no idea how to approach his theory. Wording was key here and… he’ll admit that’s not his strong suit.

So when he finally asked, slowly, word by word, you kind of froze. You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, hoped it wasn’t too obvious that you were struggling.

There’s a lot of stuttering, trying to answer with honesty while also not… honesty…

When things finally become clear, Thorin is shocked and a little amused. He couldn’t believe it, how could you not see that out of everything that’s happened that you are the only thing on his mind.

He lists everything he loves about you. Your eyes, your hair, your figure, your drive, your sweetness, your love of learning, everything. He makes a point to mention that dwarven aesthetics be damned because he thought you were perfect.

I think he realized that just saying these things doesn’t do much without convincing.

And Thorin is definitely a go big or go home kind of guy.

Sitting together every night, different compliments every other day (not every day, Balin said that might overwhelm you), and he continued to give you little flowers every chance he got. And it helped, it really did.

Things became more difficult the closer you got to mountain. And you understood why; Azog was hot on your trail, and the idea of dealing with Smaug was beginning to bother everyone.

Kili was injured during the escape from Mirkwood and, even though you hated it, you stayed back to help him. You could tell Thorin hated it too but they were out of time.

When you finally arrived at the mountain, the man that greeted you… wasn’t Thorin. Not your Thorin, anyways. Balin called it Dragon Sickness… a sickness of the mind.

(Bit of a time skip cause I’m sick)

Somewhere during the battle you lost sight of him. When Gandalf points you to the towers… your heart drops. Of course that stubborn man would go up there without telling you.

You did in fact chase after him, but… you didn’t get there in time.

Azog was dead and Thorin was nearly the same.

Kneeling over him, you set you palms against the wound, hoping to every god that you weren’t too late. Focusing, you felt the tug against your hand, like gravity pulling harder. You were muttering old elvish, old maiar, anything and everything. The pull grew stronger, a heaviness spreading to your wrists, then forearms, then shoulders, the effort to remain upright becoming great.

But it was worth it when his breathing was normal and his wound was fully healed. Within the hour his eyes were open and he was walking and talking like normal. Gandalf called it a miracle. And when Bilbo told him of the wounds' severity… he was highly suspicious of your power. However, today was a victory and he would leave it at that. Never mind that you definitely should NOT have been able to heal that. And you definitely should NOT have been able to save Thorin’s nephews who were most definitely very dead. But he’d talk to you about that later.

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