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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 24 days ago

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As I wind down the pines 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, grief, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Left alone after the death of your grandparents, you must survive the remote backwoods.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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The sun peeks through the fluttering leaves, shadows rippling overhead. You shiver against the large oak knees bent, arms around your legs, woozy with the ache of your stomach. Those acorns only made you feel sick.

You need more than nuts and half-grown mushrooms. The trap you set didn't get you anything but a toad and you're second-guessing not boiling it up in a stew. You rub your eyes and let your head fall into your hands. The forest floor shifts. You can't stay out here much longer.

It takes a while to find your strength. You press your palms to the rough bark and slowly scale up to your feet. You sway and drag your feet through the twigs and soil. You stumble into a white birch.

You trail your fingers up and peel a strip off. You yank it and tumble into the dirt. Your fingers are raw from the effort. You can boil the bark and make a stew. Your grandmother would gather the same bark but used it more as seasoning or to bulk out a heartier mix.

You work at stripping away more bark. It won't be much but it's something. You tuck it into the loose pocket of your grandfather's jacket. He has no use of it anymore. You shouldn't need it out in the sun but you can't stop shivering.

You plod down the slant of the forest floor and stop. This is the wrong way. You blink and turn. You've never been lost in these woods before. You grew up here, you know it like you know your reflection, but you're lost. You close your eyes as you try to chase away the pulsing behind them.

Another deep breath. You think you know that elm. Right around to the east is the shell of Chester's mill. Your grandfather told you about the old man that once owned it. He called him a curmudgeon with too much to say.

There's the old fence post but it's no longer crooked or lonely. There are new slats hammered in next to it, secured with cross bars. You slip and dig your heels in. The old mill is not what you remember. The hanging door is back in place and the gate has been replaced with a stronger one. The shed shows signs of repairs in its mismatched boards and the mill house is surrounded in scaffolding.

The house looks best of all. The cracked windows are replaced and there's a lone chair on the porch, reinforced so it no longer dips. Someone's moved in but no one ever comes all the way up here. They only leave, in a coffin or otherwise.

Change. Things aren't like they were. They won't be. They can't.

There's a scent on the air that draws you. One you should have filling your nose in the mornings and simmering from the oven at night. The fresh, delectable waft of a tomato vine.

There isn't thought in your head as you advance across the long strands of glass. There is only the clenching in your stomach and the slickness on your tongue. You see no life as you approach. You stop at the gate and wait.

The windows shine in sunlight but curtains within keep the haze without. You search through the fog of hunger for a threat. There's only a squirrel skittering along the top of the fence, likely on a mission for its own harvest.

You slip your hands between the high slats and feel around. You flip the inner latch and the hinges give. You ease the door inward and shuffle through. You leave it open without catch.

You sniff the air and follow your nose. The lush plateau of soil and greenery delight your vision and your starving stomach. You want to fall upon it and devour every leaf and seed.

Sense flickers and guilt boils in your guts. The work that went into all this and you look to plunder. That same work that did not bear much from your own dirt.

It doesn't matter. You can't hold yourself back. You need more than dry bark and boiled water. You will take only a little. They won't notice with all they have. Two tomatoes, a bright orange pepper, and a single potato.

You use the large pockets of the oversized jacket to store it all and retreat. You stop at the gate, waiting to be caught out, waiting for the holler or worse, the gun shot. Nothing. Just the sunlight and the scent of the garden.

You shut the gate and head for the trees. It's a far way home but the promise of a flavourful stew keep your feet moving. And after...

You'll have to figure that out.

🌳

The old house stands between two broad oaks, the roots extending into the foundation. The once white stained wood is chipped and splintered. Your grandmother's old basket planters are dried out and barren. Your grandfather's bench still stands but without anyone to sit on it.

You climb the steps, the rain spout creaking, the windows groaning. You try not to see the empty garden. The wilting leaves and the churned soil. First the rains flooded out the soil, then the sun dried it to dust, and the little that sprouted fed the family of rabbits who cared little for the bristles of your broom.

Calamity. Tragedy. You planted too early. You had that feeling, your grandfather's voice in your head, but you did not trust it. After the winter blew over the shed and smashed the years of preserves, you were too eager to have something. Anything.

Desperation is the eight deadly sin. Your grandparents always said. Patience, though, is the best of all the virtues.

The door clatters behind you. You get your pot and bring it to the stove. It's the old sort from more than a century ago. You open the little door and add a small log to the ash and remnants of the last burn.

Your hands shake as you light the fire. The flames do not come easy and your fingers are sore with the effort. You shut the door and leave the stove to warm as you unpack your wares...

Stolen goods. You take out a knife chop up half the pepper and one tomato, then half the potato. The rest You'll store in the cellar where the shelves have rotted away. They will keep at least a few days.

You put water onto boil. You add the veggies and use the mortar and pestle to crush up some of the birch. You season it and put a lid on.

As it steams around the brim, you sit on the drooping sofa and lean back into the cushions. You're so tired you're weak yet all you seem to do is sleep and look for food. You're in no short supply of the former.

🌳

The stew holds you over for a week. Maybe longer. The days are hard to track in the smear of anxiety and lingering hunger. You only eat a little, never gorging, never satisfied.

Nuts. Half the shells you find have been emptied by squirrels and chipmunks. You choke down a handful of earthworms only to spew it up just as painfully. A dead bird tempts you but the diseased stench keeps you from that mistake.

You chew on the birch and some leaves of mint. You stop at the river and put your feet in. It only makes you shiver more. It's summer. You shouldn't be shivering. Oh well. You just need to eat. That's all you can think about.

You trod on, stopping to gather what you can. If you can't get more, even just squirrel meat, you won't have the energy to walk so long. Once that happens...

Your grandparents would be disappointed. They taught you better. You did fine last year, the first without both of them, but this year is not last year.

As searing as the hunger is the loneliness. You miss them both terribly. They were your people. The only ones that ever looked after you. They taught you well because they wanted to take care of you always and you squandered it.

You crash down your rear in the dirt. You sit in the shade of the pines and stare at the mill house. You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. Once was more than too much.

Your head spins and you try to steady your vision as you grip the sides of your skull. Are you going insane? It sure feels like it.

You stand before you know what you're doing. The trek through the treeline and across the clearing isn't very far at all. It can't be. You're right there at the gate.

You feel along the slat like before, reaching, reaching, reaching. You flick the lock and swing inside. No one's there but you forgot to even check.

You walk cautiously over the grass to the plot of vegetables, even riper than the last time you came. The tomatoes are so big some have fallen off the vine. Carrots!

Not yours! Remember. What are you doing here?

The juice of the tomato floods your mouth as the answer drifts away. You don't care. You're starving. On your knees in the dirt, gnawing like a ravenous rodent.

You devour the tomato and reach for another. A knife flies into the red skin and splits the fruit in half, seeds and guts exploding onto you. You recoil and cry out.

You wipe your face and look at the man at the end of the plot. His expression is as friendly as the knife that nearly sliced you. You blink and your lip trembles. You're pathetic. You're no better than the gluttonous squirrels.

"I'm... sorry. I... I... I..." you choke.

He comes forward. You stare as you take in all of him. Tall, broad, startlingly so from your vantage on the ground.

His blue eyes bore into you as the muscles of his right exposed arm bulge. His other shoulder is blunted and his shirt pinned over it. His dark hair is past his shoulders, drawn back in by a tie as a few strands slip free. His beard is dense across his gritting jaw.

You wilt and accept your fate. It's quicker this way. He stops in front of you and bends to retrieve the knife. You watch him grip it and wait for him to aim the tip at you. He wipes it on his pant leg and slides it into his belt.

He stands straight, towering over you as his hand goes to his hip.

"That's two today." He says. "Plus two before, a potato, and a pepper."

You bat your lashes at him and sway. You gulp. You shake your head and show your hands.

"I'm hungry..." you croak. "I'm so hungry."

"You're a thief," he snarls. "You're gonna pay me back."

"I don't... I got nothing, mister. I'm sorry. Please," you shrink down and cover your face.

"You got two hands and a brain." He growls. "So get up and get to work."

You look up above your fingertips. The sun limns the man's silhouette like an otherwordly wraith. You snivel and nod. You have no other choice, not unless you want to see his knife again.

You plant your feet and slowly straighten your legs. You rock as he turns on his heel and marches off. You stare after him confused. Do you follow?

You stay as you are and peek down at the mangled tomato. You're hungry enough to pick it out of the dirt. You're kept from that as the man reappears with a round apple basket in hand.

You stagger back as he approaches. He shoves it at you and grows. "Fill that up. Don't eat them."

"Um..." you hug the basket as you gape at him.

"That'll even us out." He taps the top of the basket and you nearly topple.

"Yes, mister." You agree to keep him at bay. To hope he doesn't hurt you.

You back away and turn to the tomato vines. You bend first to gather the fruits off the ground. Your head feels heavy as you plunk down the basket. Your stomach mulches the quickly absconded tomato and adds to the sudden wave.

Your head pulses and silver stars speckle in your vision. You shake your head and set your feet. Dizziness swirls in your head and you lock your knees to stay up. Before you know it, the world is black and the world is only a memory.

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officialclangen · 1 year ago

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ClanGen Resources Masterpost

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tinylilacbun · 3 months ago

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Hi!! I love your writing so much could you do dad!drew with toddler reader where she brings him like rocks/trinkets because she saw a documentary on penguins because they give their loved ones little trinkets 😭😭

Since you came into Drew's life he started to appreciate the one hour of just relaxing with you on the couch more and more.

At first, he only did it to help you wind down from the day, already having you ready for bed and just waiting for you to get drowsy from the cozy atmosphere he provides.

Once he finds out that you love animals he puts on a documentary almost every evening, almost amazed at how you quickly settle down on the cushions while holding your favorite stuffie and sucking on a pacifier, making a grabby hand for him to join you.

Drew enjoys those quiet moments with you, cuddling you close to his side as you watch the documentaries with such wonder and a little twinkle in your eyes while absorbing the many fun facts and informations about the animals.

At one point you start to randomly hand him things throughout the week, such as rocks, pearls, acorns, anything small you find during the day and deem worthy of gifting him.

First, he didn't think anything of it, it's nothing new for toddlers to just hand their parents something and skip off again, he finds it adorable and obviously keeps anything you give him.

Something that he thinks is just a phase, somehow never stops...

His collection gets so big that he has to get a middle sized box to place all your little gifts in it, not having the heart to get rid of them.

One day, on the set of outer banks for the fourth season, he has just finished a scene at the beach with Fiona and looks where you ran off to with Madelyn as she offered to watch you while he was shooting the scene.

"Daddy!" He hears you shriek from behind him, turning around in time for you to dash into his legs, wrapping your arms around them while looking up at him with a big grin.

"Hi baby, you having fun with Aunt Maddy?" He asks, ruffling your hair before lifting you into his arms.

"Uh huh!" You nod eagerly. "An' wook..." You reach into your pocket to show him the seashells you found along the shore, holding them out to him. "For you."

"They are all for me?" He gasps, gently grabbing them from your small palm to take a look at them. "Those are really pretty shells, sweetie. Thank you."

"Oh, don't think that's all." Madelyn laughs as she approaches you both, holding even more seashells in her arms. "She only stopped collecting because we couldn't carry more, saying she has to give them all to you."

"Oh...okay. Thank you for watching her though, really appreciate it." He says with a smile, adjusting his hold on you.

"Of course, I- um, gonna look for a bag for all those shells." She laughs, doing her best to not lose any of them as she walks past you both.

Drew looks for a chair to sit down on, moving you to sit on his lap facing him, chuckling as you pull out a few more seashells from your other pocket.

He says your name to get your attention, waiting for you to look at him before continuing. "Why do you give me all those little trinkets? I mean, I love them! Just, why so many?"

"Wike the penguins, daddy!" You tell him as if the answer is obvious.

He furrows his brows in confusion, trying his best to figure out what you're talking about. "Penguins?"

"Yeah! Penguins give gifts ta say I lub you." You explain to him. "An' I lub you too, so you gets gifts."

Now it finally clicks in his head. You've both watched a documentary about penguins a while back, learning about how they give their loved ones trinkets once in a while.

"Ahh, I see." He starts to smile even more at the realization, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, taking the other shells from your hand as well. "I love you too, baby, so much."

Guess he'll have to get a bigger box now.

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lacevenom · 2 months ago

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I think I’m gonna marry your ears ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆.

PAIRING : Ethan Landry x silly! drunk!fem! reader

WARNINGS : alcohol

A/N : feeding my Ethan girlies

SUMMARY : reader gets drunk after the frat party but thankfully her curly headed boyfriend takes care of her (Ethan)

—🦌

Ethan practically sprinted out of the frat house the second he spotted you wobbling out with Tara, your arms flailing as you rambled something about how the moon looked like a big glowing pancake. “hey, hey—whoa, I got her,” Ethan said quickly, steadying you as Tara sighed in relief.

“ETHAAAANNNNN,” you sing-song, practically falling into his arms.

“she’s all yours. have fun,” Tara muttered with a tired grin before heading back inside.

you blinked up at him, your eyes glossy and unfocused but filled with delight. “Eeeethan! You have the best arms,” you said dramatically, poking his bicep like it was a magical artifact. Ethan’s cheeks flushed pink. “okay, um, thank you?” he mumbled, already gently guiding you down the sidewalk, one arm firmly around your waist to keep you from tripping.

“you smell like cinnamon toast,” you whispered against his chest as you walked. “but like… sexy cinnamon toast.”

“okay,” he laughed softly. “you’re done. that’s it. no more party punch for you.”

you suddenly gasped. “wait, Ethan. do you think squirrels get drunk? like… on acorns?”

“I… have no idea,” he said, trying not to laugh as he unlocked the door to your dorm and helped you inside. “you’re so drunk.”

you blink up at him with the biggest grin he’s ever seen. “I THINK SO.”

you lean forward suddenly, cupping his face with both hands. “wait. hold on. has anyone ever told you… your ears are, like, insanely adorable?”

he blinks. “my… ears?”

“yea,” you sigh, swaying dramatically. “I think I’m gonna marry your ears.” you declared dramatically, tossing your shoes off and flopping face-first onto the bed. Ethan froze for a second—caught between laughter and a lovesick meltdown—before kneeling beside the bed, brushing your hair back gently.

“can you hold me? or I’ll fall off the bed and die.” you grumbled causing a chuckle from your boyfriend. he laughed again—soft and sweet—and climbed in beside you, letting you snuggle into his chest.

“Ethan?”

“yes?”

“I forgot what I was gonna say.”

“that’s okay, baby.” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “you can tell me in the morning. maybe after a gallon of water.”

you fell asleep mid-snuggle, your hand still resting against his chest like he was your personal teddy bear. and Ethan just stayed there, holding you, red-faced and totally whipped.

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yrluvjane · 3 months ago

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Best of Both Worlds

Barty Crouch Jr. x reader x Sirius Black

The first time you met Sirius Black, he was dangling upside down from the enchanted chandelier in the Gryffindor common room, his school robes flapping around him like a bat as he attempted to charm the portrait of the Fat Lady to sing a vulgar rendition of "Hoggy Warty Hogwarts."

You'd just been sorted, your robes still stiff and new, when the entire common room erupted into chaos.

"BLACK!" roared a voice from the stairs, and a frazzled-looking James Potter came storming down, his hair wilder than usual. "Get down from there before McGonagall—"

The chandelier snapped.

Sirius came crashing down directly into your lap, his elbow knocking the wind out of you as you both tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs and laughter.

"Oi, watch it!" you wheezed, shoving at his shoulder.

Sirius blinked up at you, his grey eyes bright with mischief. "Well, hello there," he drawled, not bothering to move. "You’re new."

James groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Sirius, for Merlin’s sake—"

But Sirius just grinned, rolling off you and springing to his feet in one fluid motion before offering you a hand. "Sirius Black, at your service."

You took it warily. "I can see why they put you in Gryffindor."

Sirius barked a laugh. "Oh, I like you."

And just like that, you were swept into his orbit.

---

The first time you met Barty Crouch Jr., it was in the library at midnight.

You’d been struggling with a particularly tricky Arithmancy equation, your quill scratching furiously at parchment as you tried to make sense of the numbers swimming before your eyes.

"You’re doing it wrong."

The voice was cool, matter-of-fact. You looked up to see a boy with sharp features and sharper eyes leaning over your shoulder, his Slytherin robes pristine despite the late hour.

You bristled. "Excuse me?"

He pointed at your parchment with a long, elegant finger. "Your formula is backwards. If you transpose these variables, it’ll make sense."

You frowned, looking back at your work—and then it clicked. "Oh."

The boy smirked. "Oh indeed."

You scowled. "Thanks, I guess."

He inclined his head slightly. "Barty Crouch Jr."

You blinked. "The Barty Crouch Jr.? As in, the son of the Ministry’s Head of Magical Law Enforcement?"

Barty’s smirk twisted into something darker. "The very same."

You hesitated, then held out your hand. "Well, thanks for the help."

Barty looked at your hand like it was a foreign object before shaking it briefly. "Don’t mention it."

And just like that, an unlikely friendship was born.

---

By third year, you were caught in an invisible war.

Sirius, with his effortless charm and reckless abandon, dragged you into pranks and adventures, his laughter infectious as you raced through the halls under James’s Invisibility Cloak or charmed Peeves to dump water balloons on unsuspecting Slytherins.

Barty, on the other hand, was your quiet counterpart—the one who stayed up with you in the library, who brewed Pepper-Up Potion when you were sick, who listened when you ranted about your frustrations with the pureblood elitism that still lingered in the halls of Hogwarts.

They couldn’t have been more different.

And yet, they both wanted you.

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"Come on," Sirius whined one evening in the Gryffindor common room, flopping dramatically across your lap as you tried to study. "The Whomping Willow’s not going to pelt first years with acorns by itself."

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his shoulder. "Sirius, I have a Potions test tomorrow."

Sirius pouted. "But it’ll be fun!"

"Fun isn’t the word I’d use," came a dry voice from the portrait hole.

You looked up to see Barty leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Sirius scowled. "What are you doing here, snake? Lost your way to the dungeons?"

Barty ignored him, his eyes on you. "You said you’d meet me in the library an hour ago."

You winced. "I got distracted."

Barty arched a brow. "Clearly."

Sirius sat up, his grin turning sharp. "She’s busy, Crouch. Run along."

Barty’s eyes flicked to him, cold and assessing. "I wasn’t aware you were her keeper, Black."

Sirius’s smirk faltered for half a second before he recovered, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Someone’s got to keep her out of trouble."

Barty’s lips curled. "From what I’ve seen, you’re the one causing most of it."

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Merlin, you two are impossible."

They both turned to look at you, identical expressions of indignation on their faces.

"Me?" Sirius said, pressing a hand to his chest. "I’m an angel."

Barty snorted. "A fallen one, maybe."

Sirius shot him a glare before turning back to you, his expression softening. "Come on, love. Just one prank?"

Barty stepped forward, his voice low. "Or you could actually study and not fail your exams."

You looked between them—Sirius with his puppy-dog eyes and disheveled hair, Barty with his quiet intensity and unwavering focus—and sighed.

"Why do I have to choose?" you muttered under your breath.

But the words lingered in the air, heavy with possibility.

---

The tension came to a head during a Hogsmeade weekend in fifth year.

You’d agreed to meet Barty at the Three Broomsticks for a study session, but Sirius had intercepted you on the way, dragging you into Zonko’s with promises of new joke products to test.

By the time you made it to the pub, Barty was sitting alone at a corner table, two Butterbeers untouched in front of him, his expression stormy.

"You’re late," he said flatly as you slid into the seat across from him.

You winced. "Sorry. Sirius—"

"Of course," Barty cut in, his voice icy. "It’s always Black, isn’t it?"

You frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Barty leaned forward, his grey eyes burning. "You know exactly what it means."

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, the door to the Three Broomsticks burst open, and in strolled Sirius, looking windswept and entirely too pleased with himself.

"There you are!" he called, spotting you immediately. "I’ve been looking everywhere—oh." His grin faded slightly as he noticed Barty. "Didn’t realize you had company."

Barty’s jaw tightened. "Clearly."

Sirius ignored him, dropping into the seat beside you and stealing a sip of your Butterbeer. "So, I was thinking—"

"You’re always thinking," Barty muttered. "A shame none of it’s productive."

Sirius’s eyes narrowed. "Careful, Crouch."

Barty smirked. "Or what?"

The air between them crackled with tension. You could feel the other patrons starting to stare, whispers spreading like wildfire.

You’d had enough.

"Merlin’s beard!" you snapped, slamming your hands on the table. "Why does it always have to be a competition? Why can’t I just have both of you?"

Silence.

Sirius blinked. Barty froze.

The entire pub seemed to hold its breath.

"...Both?" Sirius repeated slowly, his eyebrows creeping toward his hairline.

You threw your hands up. "Yes, both! Merlin, you two are impossible. It’s not like I have to choose—"

"Yes."

You stopped mid-rant. "What?"

Barty’s lips curled into that rare, genuine smirk of his—the one that made your stomach flip. "I said yes."

Sirius’s grin was downright predatory. "Oh, this is brilliant. I get to annoy Crouch and keep you? Perfect."

You stared between them, waiting for the punchline. "You’re... serious?"

Sirius winked. "I’m always Sirius."

Barty rolled his eyes, but there was no real irritation in it. Instead, he reached out and tugged you to your feet, his grip firm but gentle. "You heard him. Though I reserve the right to hex him if he gets too obnoxious."

Sirius popped up on your other side, slinging an arm around your waist. "And I reserve the right to be exceptionally obnoxious."

The pub had gone eerily quiet, every eye in the room fixed on the three of you—a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, and you, caught perfectly in the middle.

You looked between them—Sirius with his wild grin and disheveled hair, Barty with his sharp eyes and barely-contained amusement—and felt something warm settle in your chest.

"Well," you said slowly, a smirk of your own forming. "This should be interesting."

Sirius pressed a dramatic kiss to your cheek. "Darling, with us? It’ll be legendary."

Barty rolled his eyes—but when he leaned in to kiss your other cheek, there was no hesitation.

The pub erupted.

Whistles. Shouts. A loud "Bloody hell!" from Rosmerta behind the bar.

You didn’t care.

Because as Sirius laughed against your skin and Barty’s fingers tangled with yours, you realized—

You’d won.

---

The rest of the school year passed in a whirlwind of chaos and affection.

Sirius, true to his word, was exceptionally obnoxious—sending you flowers charmed to sing vulgar love songs, sneaking into your dorm to leave notes under your pillow, dragging you into broom closets for stolen kisses between classes.

Barty, on the other hand, was quieter but no less intense—his touches lingering, his gifts thoughtful (a rare potions book he’d tracked down, a silver bracelet charmed to warm when he thought of you).

And when they were together with you?

It was electric.

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One evening, you found yourself in the Room of Requirement, curled between them on a conjured sofa as the fire crackled in the hearth.

Sirius was idly braiding a strand of your hair, his fingers surprisingly deft as he hummed a tune under his breath. Barty had his nose buried in a book, but his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing absent circles.

"You’re staring," Barty murmured without looking up.

You smiled. "Can’t help it."

Sirius tugged playfully on your braid. "Admiring the view?"

"Something like that," you admitted.

Barty finally glanced up, his grey eyes warm in the firelight. "Sap."

Sirius grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "Our sap."

Graduation Day

The Great Hall was bathed in golden sunlight as the graduating class of 1978 stood in their dress robes, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the cloudless summer sky. You stood between Sirius and Barty, their hands clasped firmly with yours, as Dumbledore gave his final speech.

"Mischief managed," Sirius whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he slipped a charmed galleon into your palm – a twin to the ones the Marauders used, now engraved with all three of your initials.

Barty rolled his eyes but didn't let go of your other hand, his thumb tracing idle circles on your wrist. "Sentimental fool," he muttered, though the way his fingers tightened around yours betrayed his true feelings.

As the ceremony ended in a shower of enchanted confetti, James whooped loudly, tossing his hat in the air. "Black! Crouch! Stop making heart eyes at my best friend and help us celebrate!"

Sirius flipped him off with one hand while pulling you closer with the other. "Jealous, Prongs?"

That Evening – The Shrieking Shack

The abandoned house had become your secret meeting spot over the years, its creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper now as familiar as the two boys lounging on either side of you.

Sirius stretched out like a contented cat, his head in your lap as you carded your fingers through his dark hair. "So," he mused, catching your wrist to press a kiss to your palm. "What's next for the three most brilliant minds to grace Hogwarts?"

Barty, ever practical, pulled a set of documents from his robe pocket. "Auror applications for you two," he said, handing one to Sirius. "And a research position at the Department of Mysteries for me."

You blinked. "You planned our careers?"

"Someone had to," Barty deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched when Sirius threw a pillow at his head.

One Year Later – London Flat

The key Barty had given you fit perfectly in the lock of the cozy flat above Diagon Alley. Sunlight streamed through charmed windows that showed different landscapes – a beach for Sirius, a library for Barty, and your favorite Quidditch pitch for you.

"Home," Sirius declared, dropping his trunk with a thud before promptly pushing you against the nearest wall, his lips finding yours with practiced ease.

Barty cleared his throat pointedly. "If you're quite finished defiling our new home..."

Sirius pulled away just enough to grin. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

Five Years Later – Ministry Ball

The grand hall glittered with enchanted chandeliers as you navigated the crowd, your Auror robes swapped for elegant dress robes. Sirius, ever the showman, had charmed his to shift colors with his mood. Barty stood nearby in impeccably tailored black, looking every inch the Unspeakable he was.

"Merlin, you're beautiful," Sirius murmured, spinning you into a dance without warning.

Barty appeared at your other side, his hand resting possessively on your waist. "Stop monopolizing her, Black. Some of us would like a turn."

Sirius gasped dramatically. "Is that jealousy I detect, Crouch?"

You laughed, pulling them both closer. "Play nice, boys."

Ten Years Later – By the Lake

The same stretch of Black Lake shore where you'd shared so many stolen moments now hosted a small gathering of friends. Lily held baby Harry while James made embarrassing toasts. Remus smiled fondly as Sirius fumbled with rings charmed to always return to their wearers.

Barty, usually so composed, had tears in his eyes as he slid a delicate silver band onto your finger. "No more secrets," he whispered, echoing your words from all those years ago.

Sirius kissed you breathless before pressing his forehead to yours. "Forever, yeah?"

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w8lkers · 2 years ago

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★ | carl grimes headcanons

“what’s wrong? you’re doing that face again..”

“that’s just my face?”

carl is not a very expressive person. that’s not to say people were unable to read him, he actually becomes easier to read the more time you spend with him. when he’s upset, he looks more spaced out and he avoids eye contact. when he’s angry, it’s an easy spot. if there’s one thing carl was good at, it was giving people the stink eye. he couldn’t help it sometimes. most of the time, you have to coax his emotions out of him - he’s a hard nut to crack. talking about feelings with carl tends to feel more like an interrogation.

“i got you this flower..”

“aww.. thank you, this is my favourite flower.”

“no it’s not. your favourite flowers are daisies.”

carl loves gifting you small things that he finds. one time he gave you an acorn he picked up whilst on a supply run. when you point out the heart carved into it, he gets embarrassed and insists that it was there before he found it. he lied.

he also remembers almost everything you say to him. he’ll forget your eye colour, but he will remember the time you told him a story about your second grade teacher who accidentally broke a chair. carl prefers listening over talking generally, which makes him a very good listener. that doesn’t mean he remembers everything.

“are you a photographer? because i picture us together.”

“um…wouldn’t you be the photographer then?”

bad pickup lines. he found one of those joke books one time and boy did he read it. he even uses some highlighters to pick out and sort through ones that would make you laugh, ones that he thinks would actually work and ones that he found funny. when he first started using them, he was a bit awkward about it. sometimes he’d mess up the lines, or his delivery would be slightly awkward. practice makes perfect though and he gains more confidence eventually.

“do you think we’ll ever have kids..?”

“i think we’re both too tired for that question, carl...”

carl thinks about having a family all the time. he has his fears about pregnancy and childbirth after what he went through with his mom, but he can’t help but daydream about it. when he’s sleepy, he’s a big rambler. it’s the one time of the day where carl is the one who is talking the most and you hold it dear to your heart. sometimes he talks about what he did that day, but sometimes he talks about what’s been on his mind lately and he’ll take advice, or comfort from you. bedtime is usually the only time he’ll open up with ease. something about being relaxed in bed just before going to sleep with you there next to him is a perfect mix. on the odd occasion, carl gets into a mood if he’s sleepy enough, where he just wants to bombard you with affection and compliments. he’s a sweetiepie.

“no one’s even looking, c’mon just a small kiss..”

“carl, daryl is right there! are you crazy?”

carl. pda. Yep. he doesn’t care who is around. he wants to be as close as he can get to you at all times. i don’t mean that he’s trying to make out with you in front of everyone in the world, but he’ll always have an arm around you, or hold your hand and his favourite, around your waist. he likes being near you, it makes him feel safe. he feels safe knowing that you’re safe and close to him. of course with pda comes the occasional tease from michonne and daryl. it always embarrasses him, but not enough to stop him.

“you know, i used to be judith’s favourite.”

“see what happens when you skip out on too many tea parties?”

carl loves LOVES spending time with you and judith. it’s no secret to anyone that carl loves his baby sister. seeing you play pretend with judith makes him feel happy, like everything he’s been through was worth it, because now he gets to see this.

“carl, samantha doesn’t have a boy voice!”

“i’m not doing a girl voice.”

“carl.. do the girl voice please :( ...”

getting carl to join you and judith while you play with dolls together is an almost impossible task. except it’s not, you know he secretly wants to play. it’s a joint effort between you and judith, but you manage to convince him to join in every time.

#carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes

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p0orbaby · 11 months ago

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Squirrel? Squirrel!

summary: at this point, people just let you do what you want

warnings: nil

a/n: thanks for the request !

word count: 1.1k

You don’t remember the exact moment you decided that today was the day to catch a squirrel, but here you are, sprinting across the training grounds like a maniac. The squirrel, to its credit, looks mildly concerned, as if it didn’t sign up for this level of cardio.

Which it didn’t, but that’s none of your business.

“Why are you chasing a squirrel?” Leah shouts, barely managing to keep the exasperation out of her voice. She’s sometimes captain, which means she’s sometimes responsible for keeping things under control, a job made infinitely harder by your presence.

“I’m trying to help him,” you yell back, leaping over a stray football like you’re in some kind of Olympic hurdling event. “He looks lost!”

“Does he? Does he really?” Leah sounds like a woman on the edge, which is fair, because you’ve spent the last week convincing the new physio that the ice baths were secretly filled with pickled onions.

You’re aware that you’re the class clown of the team. If there were a formal title for it, it’d be embroidered on your jersey right under your number. The physio had been an easy target—too earnest, too eager to believe that a teenager could be trusted with serious information. You had explained with a straight face that, at Arsenal, there was a tradition of bathing in vinegar to promote circulation, and you had never seen someone look so horrified in your life. To your credit, you almost felt bad.

But not really.

Beth jogs up alongside you, her face equal parts amused and concerned, which seems to be the default expression of everyone when you’re around. “You know you’re gonna have to explain this one to Kim, right?”

“Kim loves me,” you reply, ducking as the squirrel makes a sharp turn towards the goalposts. “I’m like the daughter she never wanted”

“That’s definitely one way to put it,” Beth says, laughing as she matches your pace, which is not difficult because the squirrel is now dodging the goalposts with all the grace of a drunk toddler. “But seriously, what’s the plan here?”

The plan, if you could call it that, involves cornering the squirrel, giving it a lecture on the importance of proper nutrition (because that acorn it’s gnawing on looks suspiciously expired), and then setting it free like a wildlife warrior.

You don’t tell Beth this, though. You’ve learned that it’s best to keep your more ambitious plans to yourself until the very last minute, preferably right before they inevitably fail spectacularly.

“Improvisation is key,” you say instead, sounding like every PE teacher who’s ever tried to make dodgeball sound like a legitimate sport.

The squirrel skids to a stop by the water cooler, possibly considering hydration as a valid life choice, and you seize the opportunity to lunge at it. You miss by a good three feet, landing on the grass in a sprawl that would be embarrassing if it weren’t so common in your daily life.

From your new vantage point, you notice Lia sitting on the bench, watching the entire scene with the air of someone who has seen too much to be shocked by anything anymore. She’s eating an apple, slowly, methodically, like this is just another Tuesday.

“Need a hand?” she calls out, voice dripping with the kind of dry humor that you both appreciate and aspire to.

“Nah, I’m good,” you reply, dusting yourself off as you get back to your feet. The squirrel is now halfway up a tree, looking smug, which feels like a personal attack. “I’ve got him right where I want him”

“Yeah, sure looks like it,” Leah says, finally catching up to you. She’s slightly out of breath, and you make a mental note to tease her about her fitness levels later, but right now you’ve got bigger fish to fry, or squirrels to catch.

“Maybe we should let the squirrel go,” she suggests, putting a hand on your shoulder in a gesture that could either be comforting or restraining. You’re not entirely sure. “You know, before Jonas comes out and realises his star winger is trying to wrestle woodland creatures”

You consider this for a moment. The squirrel does seem pretty intent on staying in the tree, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this level of enthusiasm. Plus, your last run-in with Jonas had involved a lengthy discussion about the dangers of free-climbing the goalposts after you’d tried to prove a point about your superior upper body strength.

“Fine,” you say with a sigh that’s more dramatic than necessary. “But only because I don’t want to give Kim another heart attack”

“Very noble of you,” Beth says, patting your back like you’ve just made a grand sacrifice.

You start to walk back towards the training pitch, the squirrel now a distant memory as you begin plotting your next escapade. Maybe something involving the team bus and a few dozen helium balloons.

As you’re contemplating the logistics, Leah pulls out her phone, probably to text Kim that the squirrel incident has been safely contained. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“I prefer ‘misunderstood genius,’” you reply, grinning as you start jogging backwards, a skill you’ve mastered purely for moments like this.

“Sure, and I’m the Queen of England,” Leah retorts, finally cracking a smile.

“Does that make me the royal jester?” you ask, doing a little bow as you reach the training pitch.

“More like the royal pain in my-”

“Language, Leah!” you interrupt, mockingly covering your ears. “There are children present!”

“Yeah, one of them’s standing right in front of me,” Leah shoots back, but she’s laughing now, and you know you’ve won this round.

As the rest of the team regroups, you spot Kim making her way over, her expression a mixture of bemusement and something that might be resignation. You wonder how many more years you’ve shaved off her life expectancy.

“Y/N, do I even want to know?” She asks, though you suspect he already knows the answer.

“Probably not,” you admit cheerfully, shrugging like the whole thing is no big deal. “But I’m open to discussing it over lunch”

Kim sighs deeply, the kind of sigh that says she’s seriously reconsidering her life choices. “Just…try to focus on the actual training today, alright?”

“Absolutely,” you say with a solemn nod, crossing your fingers behind your back where she can’t see them.

As the team heads back to practice, you catch Beth giving you a knowing look. “What?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“I’m just wondering what you’ll come up with next,” she says, shaking her head in amusement.

“Oh, don’t worry,” you reply, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from”

#awfc #awfc x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community

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totallynottinsel · 1 month ago

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With the help from some folks at wonderful @acorn-and-oakleaves , I now present...

The Chronicles of Bilbo Baggins Being Carried There and Back

Pt. 1 Here

Bilbo had been certain the night in the woods was the very last time he would ever be in the arms of a dwarf again, but he had been greatly mistaken to an absurd degree.

"So, did you enjoy the view?" Fili was bumping at his shoulder obnoxiously, and was soon joined by his brother to pester him even further.

"Must've been pretty high for you 'an all." Kili waggled his eyebrows.

"What in the world are you two going on about?" He turned his head between the two boys who giggled like he wasn't even there. Of course, Bilbo was unfortunately aware of what had them so giddy, and had been since the night Thorin carried him all the way to camp... and gave him his coat to sleep with, but that was the end of it. The boys just kept on laughing without another word. "Well, you're getting a kick out of this, aren't you?"

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a downer," Kili patted him on the back. "We saw the way you were looking at him."

"Who?" Bilbo wasn't going to make it easy for them.

"Thorin!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure, sure." Fili nodded. "You know, if our dear old uncle can't be of assistance, we're always here to help."

"His back could give out at any moment, really. It's only fair we lighten the load a bit," Said Kili.

Bilbo wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being referred to as a 'load', but that was hardly the worst bit. "Ah, yes, thank you. But I'm fine and well as---"

"Why not give it a go now? You shouldn't walk on a bad leg for long." Fili insisted. "I've lifted stones half your size, shouldn't be a problem!"

"Hang on, why do you get to carry our burglar around? I think I'm far more qualified. You're getting a bit old, Fi. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."

"That's rich coming from the only dwarf in our family who can't beat mother in an arm wrestle."

"She cheats, I swear!"

In those few minutes Bilbo had gotten stuck in the middle of the boy's sudden squabble about who should be the one to carry him, even though he tried telling them to do anything but that. Use him as a makeshift sword for all he cared, just not snatched up like a stray kitten! Eventually things got a bit out of hand, and Fili and Kili settled on joining together to lift him up, but only got one finger on the hobbit before Thorin's voice cut through from the front of the pack. "That's enough. Leave him be." They frowned but listened to Thorin either way and trotted off.

The third incident happened not long after their arrival and escape in Mirkwood...

"Bilbo! Where is the hobbit?" Shouted Thorin as he trudged through the river's currents, splashing the water aside with each step. "Find him!" He commanded of the company, who were desperate for breath and flopping like fish to the safety of the shoreline. Thorin's heart pounded against his chest from the exhilaration and looming fear, scrambling for a sign of the halfling. He jumped for purchase over the water when he heard a cry of notice, and finally spotted Bilbo's head fly upward for air, no longer having the support of a barrel to hold him from sinking. "Bilbo!"

Thorin fought with the current fiercely, making it in the nick of time to grab for Bilbo as he disappeared under the waves, lifting him to the surface. Bilbo grasped for hold over the dwarf, folding his arms around his shoulders as he was hoisted away from the cold depths.

The whole event had been a blur to Bilbo, as the next he knew his back hit the hard, rocky sand and coughed up the rest of the unwanted water that forced its way down his system. Nearly drowning wasn't on his bucket list, but that was that.

"Are you alright?"

Bilbo blew out some air and met eyes with Thorin, who, at that moment---was huddled over him, practically pinning him to the ground. In that spell of realization on both their ends, they stared at each other silently as they tried steading their breath. Thorin quickly moved off from him when it started to draw unwanted attention.

Bilbo nodded a bit frantically and averted his gaze. "Ah, yes, yes." He stood up, completely frazzled by the trip down the river and the oddness that was plaguing him and Thorin more often than not. He tried not to look into the interaction too much. "Thank you." If not for Bard's arrival to come ferry them to Laketown, surely he would've been tempted to ask Thorin what exactly he may be playing at, unless he was truly only watching out for him because they still very much needed a functioning burglar. That was probably it. Bilbo reminded himself; by the time he'd done his job, Thorin wouldn't bat an eye his way, surely?

Laketown, in fact, proved otherwise.

That night the company was presented with all the fish they could eat, a secret stash of spirits, and a stay at the Masters humble abode. For the most part, Thorin indulged in little of his kin's antics and play around the table, more focused on what may come of the Mountain when they arrived. That was, until he caught wind of some of the company members buddying up with their burglar. Of course, that usually wasn't something that bothered him, but the way Bofur hung an arm around him tipsily and made Bilbo laugh rubbed him the wrong way. He bit his tongue back and simply ignored the pair.

It was another whole thing when Glóin and Bifur, swayed by the whims of his drink and the hollers around him, urged Bilbo up onto the dining table by lifting him up onto it. Nori climbed up afterward and gave the hobbit a wobbly bow. "May I have a dance with you this night?" He laughed, trying to put on a show regardless of the fact Bilbo was trying his best to escape the ordeal. Bilbo flashed Thorin a helpless smile after noticing his eyes were on him.

"You could've done that." Kíli murmured, sat beside him stuck with his injury and just as jolly as his uncle was.

Thorin simply peered at him, brows raised in a mix of disdain and hopeless confusion.

"Nevermind." Kíli went back to picking at his plate.

The final straw that night had come when he spotted Bilbo being cornered by a slimy duo of the Masters guards. The men poked and prodded him as if he were a creature that swam up from the Lake, very much so never meeting a hobbit before. "Don't even bother puttin' on shoes? That's odd." Or "Never heard of hobbits, pfft! Probably just an unlucky dwarf." They said. Bilbo ignored them for the most part, till he tried getting up to leave and one of them seized him by the scruff of his coat.

Thorin's chair squealed against the wood of the floor harshly as he pushed it back, the fire in him boiling over. When he approached he ushered Bilbo behind him, and at that the man let go, laughing incessantly about how it was 'just a good joke'. Thorin gestured to the rest of the company to lower their fists and makeshift weapons. "Lay another hand on him and you will not have one to do so again." He hissed, but the man shrugged his threats off with a lopsided grin.

"Right, and who put you in charge of ordering us about? You don't look like the Master to me, mate." One snorted. "We'll go around how we please."

"Ah, no---no, he's right, you really shouldn't touch me." Bilbo peered over Thorin's shoulder, breaking the tense silence between the two before an all out man to man happened.

"Oh? Why's that?"

Aside from it being simple decency? Bilbo wanted to spit back at him, but went along with his half-baked story. "Because I... hobbit's like me carry a horrible sickness, you know. It doesn't affect dwarves, but men like you I'm afraid... well, you'll find out soon enough."

The two men eyed each other unknowingly. "Why should we believe that? You've been around the whole town!"

"Uh, yes, it isn't... air born---only when I touch someone. Or somebody touches me. One tell tale sign that it spread is... if---if I faint!" At the snap of the word faint he gripped Thorin's arm, and the dwarf gave him a curious stare, thinking back on his antics with the Trolls letting him continue. Bilbo figured he may as well kill two birds with one stone; scare the men away for good and have an excuse to leave the party for some well earned rest. "In fact, I feel a bit light headed as we speak. Oh, no!" He dramatically draped a hand over his forehead and tipped backward, truly hoping Thorin would receive the message and catch him before he hit the floor, which thankfully he did.

"What the...?" One of the men looked utterly clueless, as well as the entire company.

"I don't believe there is a cure." Thorin played into the gag out of spite, certainly pleased with himself as he scooped an arm under Bilbo's legs (who was trying his best to stay limp) to hold him up firmly. The only thing the both of them heard was the panicked cries of the men trying to contemplate their fates as Thorin carried him up to the guest courters. Once they were out of sight Bilbo finally felt like he could breath again.

"Can't believe the trolls were smarter than those two," Bilbo chuckled, planting his feet back to the floor, glad to be safe from the wobbly ascend up the stairs.

"How do you make up those stories so well? I was beginning to be convinced." Thorin asked.

"I don't know, I just... talk. And hope it works." Bilbo shortly shrugged. "Er, thank you for helping me, anyways."

"Of course. I would've done more for the way they treated you."

"I know, that's why I improvised. So I didn't have to fish you all out from another fight. Ah, poor choice of words, I suppose..." Bilbo's nose twitched as the air ran stiff around them, leaving the two in a rather awkward game of who will speak or leave the conversation first. Bilbo fastened his gaze on the lines of the dwarf's boots. "You... didn't seem to want to partake in the festivities all that much."

"My mind has been elsewhere, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I see."

More unfortunate silence followed for a few moments.

"You could have asked me for a dance."

Thorin locked eyes with him far too seamlessly. "And what would you have said if I did?"

Bilbo didn't hesitate. "Yes." It was only then he realized how close they'd edged towards each other without thinking. He could feel Thorin's unmistakable heat sinking into his skin just as it had when he'd been engulfed in his arms. Suddenly he was searching for an excuse to be taken by those arms, just to feel him again. His heart jumped to his throat, and he was taken out of his selfish daydreams, running a hand at the door behind him in look for the knob. "Eh, well, I should really be getting to bed!" He laughed in attempt to conceal just about every other emotion jutting out of him. He kept feeling for the knob only to be directed to it's position far above both their heads. "Ah." Fate was not a friend to Bilbo Baggins. "I'll figure that one out. You should get some rest as well; we've got a fairly big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Thorin nodded his way. "Rest well, Master Baggins."

"Goodnight, Thorin."

As soon as the dwarf was out of earshot, Bilbo's forehead knocked against the door for his award-winning stupidity.

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Some time later...

The Battle had been won, blood had been spilled, and the Defiler had been put to rest for good. Though Thorin, Fíli and Kíli suffered wounds that took time to mend, they persevered in their typical stubborn fashion. Bilbo had mostly come unscathed, a few bruises here and there. His real trouble had come during months after, where he'd gone and stumbled down a stone cold (quite literal) stairway and twisted his ankle. There wasn't much need for stairs in the Shire, and with Erebor's lack of consistent railing to keep you from falling, it was inevitable he suffered from it.

The worst part being he was stuck having members of the company lug him around to his weekly check-ins, meals, practically everything! They were also afraid if they let him attempt to walk with a crutch, he'd fall again, so he was ordered to be off the ground at all times. He didn't have any room to argue or ask the single soul in all of Erebor that could save him. During that time Thorin had felt well enough to begin starting his kingly duties and therefore was busy from dawn till dusk; Bilbo was lucky to spot him even once---or awake not passed out on a desk full of papers.

One morning Bilbo had been fished out of bed against his wishes by the hands of Dwalin. The dwarf hauled him over his shoulder as if he were a sack of potatoes. "C'mon, time to get going." Dwalin had been the only one to be able to hold Bilbo at bay, sturdy enough to brush off the hobbit's tries at wriggling out of his grip. As well as Bilbo's lively choice of words.

"This is outrageous! Dwalin I've had just about enough of this from all of you---I'm a grown hobbit and I can well walk my way to the breakfast table! Unhand me you absolute walnut---oh, finally!" Bilbo lifted his head to see a familiar figure pass by. Thorin looked at him completely wide-eyed, though not all that surprised. "Thorin, tell him to let me go! Nobody bloody listens to me and I---"

"Don't even start. He's got a busted ankle, Óin said we shouldn't let 'im on it." Dwalin said gruffly.

"You what?" That had caught Thorin off; apparently, he'd been so busy he hadn't heard the news, which did not particularly sit with him well.

"Yes, yes, I tripped on the stairs. But I'm well enough now to walk myself! You're the King, tell him to... Well, stop!"

Dwalin and Thorin must've spent about a solid minute staring at each other through some sort of telepathic communication.

"You sure its---"

"Dwalin."

"If the lads come knocking at my door, I'm puttin' this on you."

"Let him go."

"I hear you, I hear you." Dwalin slung the hobbit off from his shoulder, grumbling something as he stomped off to his well deserved breakfast that awaited him.

"Oh, I thought I was never going to touch the ground again," Bilbo leaned some pressure down onto his bad foot, which still felt rather unpleasant. His nose bunched at the tight zap of pain. "Thank you. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages... how has, er, royal business been?" Oddly he felt somewhat nervous to be speaking to Thorin face to face again; maybe it had been too long since they last spoke, or perhaps his new well-fitted kingly attire had him a bit distracted. Leave it to Thorin to wear his formal garb just ever so unbuttoned so that it left almost everything and nothing to the imagination.

Bilbo cleared his throat and offered a small smile to persuade his thoughts away.

"It is not for the faint of heart, that is for certain. But all things considered, I'd say we've gotten everything running smoothy and efficiently again. Though I will be moving getting us a proper stairway guard up my list," Thorin eyed the lines of bandages wrapped around his ankle, resisting the itching urge to ask if he'd gotten hurt in any other way. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I... at first I didn't want to bother you, and it's really not that big of a deal. You've got your hands full enough, no need to go on fussing over me."

"Will you at the very least let me walk you to breakfast, then?"

Bilbo found that request impossible to deny. "Of course. I'd quite enjoy that." Testing the murky waters yet again he took a single step forward with his bad leg, which was a horrible idea, he quickly realized. As his ankle constricted uncomfortably, he felt Thorin's hand over his back to steady him, offering him an arm to hold to. "Oh, thank you." With an accepted set of extra hands they made a fair amount down the everlasting halls, but it wasn't long before Bilbo couldn't take much of the pain he'd been applying to his ankle after all. It seemed Óin had been right. "Ah, this blasted thing..."

"I would offer a suggestion, but I don't believe you would be pleased with it." Spoke Thorin.

"Well, I won't know till I hear it."

"Our remaining option here is for me to carry you the rest of the way."

"Hm, yes, I suppose you're right."

Thorin looked truly bewildered. "With Dwalin you--?"

"That's different." Bilbo crossed his arms over his chest, as if he were offended.

"How so?"

"Because it... it just is? Your you, I'm me, we're... us. It's very different!" The way 'us' rolled off his tongue made his chest tighten. Luckily Thorin could see clearly enough that if they didn't move on, he would have a very hungry, displeased hobbit to handle. So, there they were once more.

Thorin had casually carried him to the kitchen, where Bilbo simply picked up his dish of lukewarm food and was totted out like he was the true king. "I knew it!" Dwalin threw up his hands in defeat. Bombur shrugged his way and continued dining.

Per his ask, Thorin placed him down on an unoccupied stone bench just around a hidden corner, sitting at his side. Bilbo picked at his plate for a few minutes, neither of them bothered by the quietness. Bilbo took note of the room looking oddly familiar, and it was only after where its significance came to mind; it was where he'd shown his acorn to Thorin. He didn't think they'd be together in that very room ever again given the circumstances, and yet---they were. Unspoken words of that day had flooded to him, the Arkenstone, the fear and weight, the want. The things he yearned to say but didn't. He could have a second chance. Perhaps fate was his friend after all.

"Eh, could I... no, never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Tell me," Thorin's eyes were on him, now intrigued.

Stupid, stupid! Why did you even say anything? Bilbo mentally batted himself, keeping his eyes on the floor and clutched at his trousers. He hadn't expected to suddenly back out of his question, one he shouldn't have even thought of---and now was stuck committing to it. He sucked in a breath. "I... I was going to ask if---ah, I could... kiss you." His stomach turned and Bilbo was transported to his days as a shy boy working through his feelings. He shook his head before Thorin could respond. "Don't say anything, I---sorry. I don't know why I said that. I shouldn't have."

Bilbo continued on with his parade of apologies and excuses, but as he turned to face Thorin head on his lips met with the dwarves. Initially he kept still, surprised by any sort of reciprocation at all, certain he must have been dreaming. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning in, ringing a hand through Thorin's hair. It was slow at first, but quickly teetered into a desperate feel that had built between them their entire journey. Bilbo pulled back to catch his breath. "Oh." He'd been so dazed he'd forgotten all about his ankle for a while.

"Was that a good enough answer?" Thorin wore a content smirk towards Bilbo's flustered demeanor.

"Good? I don't think there's a fair enough word to describe the tremendous effect you have, Thorin Oakenshield. Don't let that go to your head."

"It might."

Bilbo sighed and swatted at the dwarf's amusement.

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Epilogue

"Right then; with my word I proclaim you, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, and Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror---bound in matrimony from this day forth!" Declared Balin, as cheers echoed over him. "Oh, go on, you've waited this long."

Bilbo smiled from ear to ear, standing up on his toes to pull Thorin in for a kiss. Thorin lifted him up into his arms, Bilbo's legs hooking around his waist. Hoots and whistles came bellowing from the company and others in celebration.

"Oh, I never thought I'd see the day..." Dís pooled her running tears to Fíli's shoulder, who hugged her tightly back to calm her happy sobs.

"Neither did I." Snorted Thranduil, who stood beside Tauriel. Though she was more focused on Kíli, as he was keen for her attention and the luck of a wedding passing to them.

"Dwalin, are you crying?" Fíli asked.

"No. No." Dwalin used his sleeve to run away the more than evident tears streaming down his cheek. "Fine! Let a man have his moments!"

"I thought he didn't like being held? Pfft, he made that clear to us," Kíli finally took a glance at the couple up front, remembering the decent amount of times Bilbo practically attacked them for even thinking of picking him up. Then there he was all smiles and kisses when Thorin did it.

"Still have bruises from when he broke that ankle." Dwalin murmured.

"No offense to you lot, but I wouldn't want anyone except my love carrying me." Dís said, and just about threw the others for a loop, as if that had never occurred to them till then.

From that day on the company stayed clear of ever carrying Bilbo Baggins again, while Thorin had his arms full often, quite literally.

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winnieiscalmeth · 2 months ago

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Could we please get romantic relationship headcanons for Luna Snow, Mantis, and Squirrel Girl from Marvel Rivals? Thank you!

Notes: I really like how I did this one. Hope you enjoy <3

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SEOL “LUNA SNOW” HEE

Seol LOVES to latch onto you. You could be resting on the couch, laying in bed, just simply standing, she'll latch onto you. Her fingers curl into your shirt and her head rested on your shoulder. She likes to lay on top of you just to hear your heartbeat. She also loves when you lay on top of her. She loves to feel the pressure of your body since it calms her down.

Whenever she's busy with domestic duties you hear her sing some of her songs. She likes giving you a mini concert and acts like she doesn't feel your eyes on her body. (You're not sneaky!)

Seol gets a little hyper and says things to you which makes you flustered. “My little snowflake, you're such a cutie! I love you so much, oh my god! ♡” All said in a high pitched voice, squishing your face.

Despite being a longtime idol, Seol still gets stage fright. So you're there for support, holding her hand before she goes on stage. She fidgets with her hands so much, you have to hold them for her before she starts biting them. After her show is over she jumps in your arms and gives you the BIGGEST kiss. Her adrenaline is still high after so you are left to deal with her energy.

MANTIS

During moments, when you two are just soaking up each other's quiet comfort, you always catch Mantis staring at you. When you stare back at her, she starts blushing and giggling. Sometimes she'll scoot closer to you and pepper your face with kisses then run out of the room still giggling.

Mantis is OBSESSED with your hands. She loves the way they cup perfectly under her cheeks. She'll even kiss the palm of your hands. Sometimes she compares your hand size and texture to hers.

Mantis dances at the most random times. No music would be playing and you'll see her swaying or moving her feet. It's contagious. She always manages to get you to dance with her.

Very big on communicating, especially emotions. There's no way you could go a full day hiding your anger or sadness without her around. She knows even when you don't want her too. Easily convinces you to express them or talk to her. She plays with your hair as your head is in her lap while you vent to her.

Outside dates. The majority of your dates are spent outside somewhere. Spending time together near a pond, also feeding little ducks. Mantis loves your cooking and prefers it over fast food, so you make little snacks and have picnics with her. Going on boat rides. (It's cheesy, but you two have been on one more than once.) Or just walking in a park to get some sun with your little green bug.

DOREEN “SQUIRREL GIRL” GREEN

Doreen loves kisses. Cheeks, lips, forehead. When you kiss her back her nose scrunches up and twitches a little. When you're half asleep she rolls over and places a kiss on your forehead, thinking you're asleep. She sees the old scars you got from battles and small criminals on your body and kisses each one of them. She also bites you. Instead of surprise hugs you get surprise bites.

Doreen is SO comfortable. You always gravitate towards her whenever you sit next to each other. Laying your head on her shoulder, or laying across her lap. You have an extra plushie to lay next to in bed. Her tail provides so much comfort and warmth you can never get enough of.

Baths together! Maybe it's a squirrel thing Doreen inhabited but she loves to help you wash. Running shampoo through your hair and softly washing your body. She doesn't know why exactly but it comforts her.

You have a collection of small trinkets Doreen (and even tippy toe.) whenever she comes back from her random adventures she'll always have something to give you. Little necklaces and small jewelry. You have small sticks and acorns courtesy of tippy toe. You also have a mini baby porcelain doll she got after coming back from the woods. It creeps you out, but it's a gift from your darling squirrel so you'll keep it.

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chrisevansonly · 2 years ago

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𝐦𝐨𝐦 & 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐭2 | 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨

✯social media au

✯daniel ricciardo x female reader

✯the nickname mom and dad finally has some ‘true’ meaning behind it 🫶🏻

✯ah this was a request so thank you so much!! this was very fun and cute to write, i hope you enjoy<3

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landonorris i need 4-5 business days to recover😭

>ynricciardo me too, wanna come watch cheesy movies with me🥹

>landonorris on my way 🏃🏻

username lando and y/n kill me😭

danielricciardo i love you, so excited to have a little terror around!!!!

>ynricciardo if they are a terror, that’s from you babe😚

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>ynricciardo ❤️❤️

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 6 months ago

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Climbing Trees

Steve Rogers x Single Mom! Reader

Steve enjoys days like this. These are days when the skies are open, when the winds are soft, and the city is quiet ( or as quiet as the city could be). On days like this, Steve would find a quiet moment and go to Central Park, take a seat with a book or his sketch pad, and just enjoy it. Or try to at least sometimes he'd get company.

"Why hello there?" Steve said as he put his sketch pad down, opening his hands up to pet the Great Dane that approached him. He got a few pets in before the doggy snatched his bag off the bench and took off. "Hey," he shouted and gave chase.

The dog took him a good way through the park and didn't stop until he stopped dropping his bag in front of a woman who stood in front of a large tree with a German shepherd by her side.

"Not now, Titus." the woman scolded the dog, more focused on the big tree.

"Hello?" Steve called

The woman turned around in shock and joy. " Oh, oh yes, good Titus, Good boy." She cheered. " excuse me, sir, could you help us?"

Steve took a moment to take in the woman's appearance. Disheveled clothes, jeans and hoodie covered in grass stains and leaves, dirty and cuts on her face, a wrist brace on her right arm, and very clearly distraught.

"um, sure."

The woman pointed to the top of the tree, where he spotted a little girl clinging to a large branch. She looked scared.

" She's stuck. She got her leg stuck on one of the branches, and she can't get out. I've tried, but I can't get to her." The state of her appearance and the broken branches around them clearly showed that she had definitely tried and failed. " Please, please, can you- can you please -"

"I've got it, ma'am," he said, handing her his ballcap and started making his way up the tree. He talked to the little girl as he made his way up to her.

" What's your name?" the girl said her name. " That's a beautiful name. How did you get up here?"

"I climbed. I like climbing." She watched as Steve carefully moved between the branches and up the tree.

"You must be an excellent climber, like a Squirrel," he said, noting the acorns on her shirt. " I'm going to call you baby squirrel," he said as he finally made it to the branch underneath her

"Baby Panda, do you know who I am?"

"Captain America," she whispered, still clinging to her branch.

"That's right, and I'm here to save you." She gave a small smile, but she was still gripped by fear. Taking a look at her stuck foot. He found it wedged tightly between the branch she was clinging to and a smaller one. " You look pretty stuck, but don't worry, I'll get you out. Alright, I'm going to need you to stay still." she confirmed with nod.

Taking the smaller branch, he pulled it back until it snapped then helped her pull her foot free. " Ta-da"

"I thought I was stuck forever," the girl said as she sat up on the branch, fear completely gone.

"That would have been terrible. How about we get down now?" Steve opened his arms to her. She smiled as he helped her climb into his arms, and he made his way down with her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." the woman said as Steve handed her daughter to her.

"you're welcome."

"No more climbing; we are staying out of trees, aren't we." she said as she checked her daughter for any bruises or cuts. " Thank you again. You're a lifesaver. Honey, don't you want to say thank you to Mr...."

"Steve"

"Why don't you say Thank you to Mr. Steve?"

" Wanna sandwich?" the little girl pointed to a picnic blanket and basket not that far away.

"We were having lunch before she decided to join the squirrels in the trees. We have extra if you want to join us."

" I wouldn't want to intrude."

"nonsense. You saved my darling from living life as a squirrel. Come on." She started to make her way back to their blanket. Followed by her German Shepherd and Great Dane, who once again had Steve's bag in his mouth.

Sitting on the blanket, she was once again fussing over her daughter,r making sure there were no unseen injuries.

"I never got your name, Mrs. ?"

"Oh no, (Y/n) (L/n) never got the Mrs," she said as she pulled out some hand sanitizer, giving her daughter a few squirts before passing it to Steve. " Car accident when I was 4 months. Lost him, nearly lost her, and nearly lost my arm too." she motioned to the wrist brace. " Nothing but metal now."

"I'm so sorry,"

"It's already. Things happen. We're still here. Now, chicken or ham?"

"Chicken, please." she passes him a chicken sandwich and a water bottle.

"We also have mixed fruit, cheese and crackers, nuts, chips, and little lemon cakes." Steve watched as she unloaded their basket. This looked more like a meal for Thor and his bottomless pit. " I always bring extra in case she makes friends."

"I did see. Captain America." the girl said as she leaned against her great dane, who sat next to her.

(Y/n) She rolled her eyes for a moment, but then she saw Steve smirk and put a finger on his lip and his ballcap back on his head.

"I-I didn't notice."

"It's okay. Actually, I appreciated that you didn't."

"Where's your shield?" her daughter whispered loudly.

"I left it at home."

"Are you spying?"

"No, I came to draw in the park."

"We draw in the park, too. Can I see your pictures? I'll show you mine." Steve chuckled, offering his sketchpad to the girl. Mom was smart enough to wipe her hands before allowing her to take it. And offered him her coloring book.

"Pretty," she said, touching the pages.

"Yours are pretty, too." and they were. She stayed between the lines, and although she chose the strangest colors, they worked together. Pink and purple zebra, who would have thought.

"She is a very artistic six-year-old. A star in the making." (y/n) praised her as she blushed and hid behind his sketch pad.

"Oh, hello," Steve said as the German shepherd put its head in Steve's lap.

"Sorry about Ace. He likes human pillows for his naps." (Y/n) tried to shoo him, but he claimed Steve to be his and didn't move. Steve didn't mind. Cute puppier.

"How'd you get these guys?"

"My fiance- Her dad. They were his, and he also has a cat. Alfred is no doubt enjoying the peace and quiet at home."

"He comes with his own suit."

"Really?!" Steve said astonished

"Mommy, show him."

(Y/n) pulled out her phone and showed him a pic of their back and white cat. His fur did indeed look like he was wearing a suit. He wasn't really focused on that. He was more focused on the pretty lady holding the cat. There was a small kitten curled up on her chest as she laid back, smiling at the camera. It was a beautiful smile; she was gorgeous. Not that now she wasn't gorgeous, but she was still covered in a fair amount of nature to hide that beauty, and he had yet to see that smile. But considering how her day was going, that made sense.

"Beautiful,"

" He is,"

"Not talking about him." she blushed and put her phone away.

"Thank you."

"Mommy, it's you." Her daughter showed them the sketchpad, which had a sketch of (Y/n) sitting on a bench with a book in her lap.

"Sorry," Steve quickly went to apologize.

"This is beautiful. When did you?" he pointed to the date at the bottom of the page. " On my lunch break. I didn't even see you."

"The power of the ballcape."

"How about you come to join next time you see me?" she passed his sketchpad back.

"Yes, ma'am." There was that gorgeous smile he was hoping to see. It was far more brilliant in person, and he couldn't help but smile with her.

" He can join us at our next picnic, Mommy."

"I mean, if he'd want to."

"I'd like that very much." He had no doubt that he was in a deep blush. " Maybe I can get your number, and you can call me when you have your next picnic."

"Yeah," he handed her his phone. Her daughter started quizzing him on his favorite foods so they could have it for their next picnic.

"Oh," (Y/n) said as his phone started buzzing just as she finished putting her contact in.

He quickly took his phone back. " I'm sorry, I have to go-"

"Save the world"

" That's right, baby squirrel." the little lady giggled.

"Here you go," (Y/n) said as she stood up, handing him a small bowl of fruit. " Fuel for the road." Titus was kind enough to pick up his bag and give it to him., that earned him some pets.

"Thank you, thank all of you."

"You're welcome."

"Until next time? I'll call you? You little Lady, stay out of trees."

"Oh, she will, bye."

"Bye, bye captain."

"Bye, bye"

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starxanemone · 3 months ago

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Hi, I really liked your blue lock love language headcanons. Could you please write about Bachira and Noel Noa? Thank you, and have a lovely day/night🌷

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ BLLK LOVE LANGUAGE HEADCANONS

bachira meguru & noel noa

⸻ in which i'll be rating their love language on a scale of 1-10 based on my understanding of their personality + include the type of person they'd be compatible with.

⸻ thank you for the request : ] i hope you like this one too.

⸻ [ part i. itoshi sae & nagi seishirou ] [ part ii. isagi yoichi & itoshi rin ]

BACHIRA MEGURU

ACTS OF SERVICE: 10/10. Considering how lonely he was during his childhood, I feel like he's the type of person who likes to please someone to get them to stay, romance-wise. He seems like someone who'd be very eager to help with anything either prompted or unprompted. This guy has no complaints unless it's something that he's unfamiliar with. Otherwise, whatever you need; he's on it.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 9/10. I think that he has no trouble expressing his thoughts and feelings no matter how perplexing they sound. He's also not slow when it comes to emotional cues, so he can definitely tell when someone is feeling a down or happy. I feel like he'd be really good at hyping someone up considering how energetic he is, but if you're feeling down, he'd probably attempt to be silly to get you to feel better. He may not be the best at giving advice, but he's good at making people feel better, for sure.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: 10/10. This guy is the touchy type. We can already see that based on how he interacts with Isagi and the other characters in Blue Lock. I think that the problem doesn't lie with the fact that he doesn't like it unlike most of the other characters in Blue Lock, but rather, he likes it so much that he's probably so clingy (though that depends on your preference). He's probably the type to want to hold hands all the time, or hug, or feed you. Basically, he's always latched onto you or giving you playful jabs, for sure.

Exhibit A: him feeding Isagi after they won the match against Team V (if I remember correctly).

QUALITY TIME: 10/10. Although he can be independent, he still tends to be very clingy. I feel like if he had a significant other, his thought process would be something like "why would I need to feel lonely or isolate myself when I have an s/o?" So, he's definitely not leaving you alone so long as he's around. You can't be in separate rooms when you're under one house or one building because he doesn't understand the point of it. If you're the type to want space every now and then, then that's something you'd have to articulate to him because that idea doesn't come naturally into his brain.

GIFT GIVING: 8/10. He likes to give gifts every now and then, but they're always so unique and kind of strange. He might give you a pretty and shiny acorn, or bring home a stray puppy, or even give you a random rock, saying that it "reminded him of you." He's not the best at giving practical gifts, but it's the thought that counts with him and his gifts.

COMPATIBLE WITH: someone who is a little on the calmer side to balance out his high energy. Also, I think he has a slight problem with unintentionally crossing boundaries, so someone who would nicely emphasize the importance of respecting it would suit him. It doesn't really matter whether the person is introverted or extroverted; what matters is their ability to handle his high energy and letting it not get out of hand.

NOEL NOA

ACTS OF SERVICE: 9/10. I feel like he naturally comes off as a gentleman even if he doesn't mean to. He seems like the type of person to hold the door open for you, let you walk in first, carry your bag if you find them to be heavy, and help you clean up. Although, he does all that mostly to be efficient. His logic is probably something like "if you are having trouble with something, then isn't the obvious solution for me to help you/do it for you so it's done faster?" He doesn't like to waste time especially on pointless stuff like debating on who should be opening the door for who because he's already doing it.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 5/10. Not the best with comforting. I feel like he wouldn't know what to say when faced with a situation wherein you were feeling emotional, so he either stays quiet or attempts to give you a solution even if you didn't ask for it. I feel like the issue with this one is because of his obsession with logic, he would seem like the type to accidentally invalidate your emotions by pushing for the solutions he thought of. Still, I think he's a great person to approach when it comes to objective advice.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: 2/10. He will not initiate physical intimacy and he might feel a little uncomfortable if you initiate it especially in the beginning of a relationship. He's a pretty closed-off person and he seems like someone who doesn't see the point in doing things like hugging or holding hands—they don't seem practical. You'd just have to get him warmed up to the idea by slowly initiating them.

QUALITY TIME: 6/10. He spends time with a significant other because he might see it as an obligation to do so and not more-so because he actively seeks for it. He thinks that it's a natural thing to do for couples and might think that there is a general standard for how this relationship thing works and spending time with them is among one of those in the list. Whether you perceive this to be a good thing or bad thing would be up to you though.

GIFT GIVING: 8/10. Again, general standards for couples—I think he subconsciously follows that, so, I think he'd be good at gifting you both practical things and romantic things such as flowers. You might not receive a heart-felt letter because he wouldn't know what to say, but he seems like the type to give you roses on valentine's day. He also seems like someone who would get you practical gifts when he feels like you need them.

COMPATIBLE WITH: someone who is mature and is able to argue against his rigid logic, but still be able to appreciate this characteristic of his. I feel like he tends to be extremely rigid with his thought process to the point that it's sometimes hard to convince him of different ideas, so a significant other who is mature and able to articulate their thoughts properly would be suitable for him. It would also help if they're pretty good at persuading and using his own logic against him (not in an argumentative way) as it might make him feel challenged, but in a good way.

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TWST HC Silver x Gn!Reader

I love the idea of trying to pursue Silver or even just trying to just be friendly with him. But everything, whether it be plant or animal is getting in your way and trying to stop you from achieving it.

You’d plan to surprise Silver with a lovely arrangement of flowers all nicely wrapped in a bow only to be immediately drowned by a dark cloud of rain. The lord of malevolence unknowingly ruining your plans having to coincidentally be in a sour mood. Unfortunately all the rain and wind had the bouquet completely torn and destroyed, leaving you hung with sadness.

Another time, you had been blessed with the opportunity to be given a tour of the NRC stables by Silver himself. Only for the problem being that the moment Silver’s back was turned, you had been immediately bit by his own horse. This initiating a physical brawl between you and it.

“Is something wrong? I thought I had heard some noise earlier.” Silver trailed off as he noticed your now disheveled hair and clothes, only to be met back with a wide reassuring smile from you and… his horse? “Nothing! Just a pretty big wind passed by is all.” You laughed as your arm remained resting around the horses neck, the two of you seemingly putting aside your fighting to put up face. Silver could only hum in response before continuing to show you around, strange he hadn’t felt any sort of wind earlier.

Or what about when you spotted Silver walking just ahead of you, giving you thought to catch up and say ‘hi’. But, a small squirrel who just happens to be quite fond of silver itself, decides to stop you in your tracks.

“I’ll kick you to the next fucking plane if I have to.” You sneered at the rodent as you had basically hunched down to whisper loudly in its face. The only response you got was a string of squeaks and clicks before getting an acorn thrown at your forehead, it leaving a small red bump. “You little-!”

No matter what you tried, big or small, it all went up in flames, snow, or just plain out ripped to shreds (that including you):

Your tray of baked goods were quickly stolen after being left out on the windowsill to cool. -Grim

The notes you made to help Silver study ruined by a spilled potion incident. -Ace

You had burned your hand by accidentally being knocked over while trying to deliver a hot bowl of soup to a bedridden Silver. -Sebek opened the door on you too hard…

A loose branch had swung and hit you in the ribs when you tried to alert a sleeping Silver in the botanical gardens. -Tree

And a nice flower crown you had just made had been stolen and given to Silver without your credit. -That stupid squirrel

You sighed to yourself, slumped in your own infirmary bed. Drooping in your own self pity and sadness. It just wasn’t meant to be, you supposed as you tried to itch at the bandages over your hand. It’s fine, there are other fish in the sea that are probably easier anyways. Even if this one was really pretty and nice and so special in your eyes, you sniffled as small pitiful tears prickled your eyes.

“Hey! Henchman, you have a visitor!” Grim stated as he patted his paws against your stomach. “Hm? ..!”

He was like a the sun rising above the horizon, filling the dark sky with beautiful rays of light. “Um, sorry if I came at a bad time. I’ve brought soup…” Silver said softly as he held up a plastic bag of warm food. Your mouth gaped, shaking your head quickly in response. “No! No, it’s ok come sit!” You eagerly invited as your feet practically kicked in joy while you laid in bed.

“It’s not much, but I thought it would help with getting your strength back up for now. I know it’s probably not as good as your soup, but consider it thanks for taking care of me for a while.” He smiled down at you as he unpacked the contents of food from its plastic container. This was probably the most you’ve ever heard him talk in all seriousness, “But- How did you know—?”

“Sebek told me. I didn’t want your kindness to go unnoticed so I assumed that the best way to pay you back was to take care of you in return.” Silver explained before holding up a spoonful of soup to your mouth, unknowingly drinking it right up. He flashed another soft smile only to realize you had completely passed out. “Uh— wait! (Y/n)?? (Y/n)?!..”

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