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Why do we say “slept like a baby” when babies literally wake up screaming every two hours?

I want to sleep like a middle-aged dad who “rests his eyes” during a Marvel movie and wakes up refreshed, confused, and ready to barbecue.

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where jj actually gets his so dreamed surf trip .ᐟ

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If fifteen-year-old JJ could see him now — hair sun-bleached, cut-off board shorts, and the prettiest girl he’s ever seen hogging the hammock — he’d lose his shit.

Because somehow, against all odds, JJ Maybank made it to freaking Yucatán.

No cops. No screaming dad. No trouble. No boat chases. Just you, him, and the waves.

“Tell me again how I’m not dreaming,” JJ said, dropping beside you in the sand with a dramatic oof, wiping salt water from his face. “Like, you see this? This is real, right?”

You turned your head and gave him that sleepy smile he swore could make the tide roll in. “It’s real, J.”

“Okay, cool, just checking.” He threw himself backwards with a groan, half his body sprawled across your towel, the other half in the sand like he gave zero fucks — which he didn’t. “'Cause I swear to God, if I wake up back in OBX with some Kook’s boot on my neck and JB yelling about treasure, I’m gonna throw hands with the universe.”

You laughed, soft and breathy, and laid your head on his chest.

He grinned at the sky like he won the lottery.

The surf was perfect that day.

And JJ was, in his words, “ripping it like Kelly Slater if he grew up on instant ramen and trauma.”

You mostly stuck to watching. Not that you didn’t try — you had, and he’d coached you with way more patience than anyone expected from someone who fights first and thinks never.

“You gotta trust the board, baby,” he called from the water, standing knee-deep like a golden retriever in human form. “And yourself! The ocean’s not out to get you.”

“It tried to eat me yesterday.”

“That was one wave. It was barely taller than you. Don’t slander Poseidon like that.”

You flipped him off playfully, and he beamed like it was the most romantic thing you’d ever done.

Eventually, you caught one. Not huge, but you stayed on your feet, and JJ lost his mind.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” he bellowed from the shallows, arms up like you'd just won the Olympics. “Marry me! Right now! I’ll carve us rings out of coconut shells! I swear!”

You almost fell off laughing.

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Back at the little cabin, JJ was sunburned and happy.

He was shirtless — always — sitting cross-legged on the bed, trying to roll a joint with a mango popsicle in his mouth and sand still on his knees. You walked in from the outdoor shower in one of his t-shirts, hair wet and skin glowy, and he nearly dropped both the paper and the popsicle.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered around the stick. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You blinked innocently. “I rinsed off.”

JJ dragged a hand down his face. “No, you ruined me. I’m in pain. Like actual heart palpitations. My chest hurts. Call someone.”

You laughed and climbed onto the bed beside him, legs folded under you.

He immediately dropped the mango, joint forgotten, and pulled you into his lap like it was second nature. His hands slid under the hem of the shirt, just resting warm on your thighs.

For once, JJ was quiet.

“I used to dream about this,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “Not just Yucatán. You. Here. Like…me finally getting a shot to breathe, and you still wanting to be with me when I do.”

You leaned your cheek against his curls. “You deserve this, JJ. You deserve everything.”

He didn’t respond with words.

Just held you tighter, like he was afraid the moment might slip through his fingers.

That night, you ended up falling asleep in a tangled mess of limbs, sand still on your ankles, the ocean still whispering outside.

But just before you drifted off, JJ shifted. Pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone.

And then, low and clumsy, like it caught in his throat:

“I love you, sunshine.”

You barely opened your eyes, but you heard it. Felt it. Breathed it.

“Love you too, JJ.”

The waves kept rolling.

The world stayed quiet.

And for once — finally — JJ Maybank had nothing to run from.

Only something to run toward.

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An Argument

JJ Maybank x Reader (y/n)

Summary: JJ and Y/n have an argument, where JJ finds out about Y/n’s fears.

Word Count: 828

The sun had long dipped below the horizon. JJ paced near the fire pit, tossing a stick into the dying flames, jaw clenched, voice tight.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” he muttered, still not looking at her.

Y/N stood across from him, arms crossed, her own expression strained. “You don’t get it? JJ, they were armed. You were throwing crap at Topper’s boat like you’re invincible.”

JJ scoffed, kicking a shell out of his path. “They started it. They’re Kooks. They deserve worse.”

“That’s not the point!” she snapped, stepping toward him. “You could’ve gotten arrested, JJ. You should’ve gotten arrested! You can’t keep doing stupid crap like this and expecting to walk away.”

He turned to her finally, eyes flashing. “So now I’m just stupid, huh? That what you think?”

Y/N flinched. “No, that’s not—God, why do you always twist my words?!”

“I don’t need a lecture from you,” JJ said, his voice rising. “I thought you got me. But here you are sounding like Pope or John B or—hell—like a damn probation officer.”

Y/N’s voice cracked from the sheer desperation behind it. “I sound like someone who gives a shit whether you end up in jail! I sound like someone who cares, JJ!”

“Well maybe stop caring if it makes you hate me this much.”

“I don’t hate you!” she yelled, stepping forward again. “I love you! And that’s why I can’t just sit and watch you spiral!”

But JJ didn’t register the confession. Not really. He was already spiraling himself.

“Bullshit,” he said, bitter now. “You don’t trust me. You don’t believe in me. You think I’m some reckless loser with no future and you’re scared to admit it.”

“That’s not true—”

They were talking over each other now—both yelling, both pleading to be heard, but neither listening.

“I’m not your damn charity project—”

“I’m trying to help—”

“Maybe you just want someone to fix.”

“Would you shut up and listen?!”

“You don’t get it, Y/N!”

“JJ—”

“Shut up!” he finally shouted, loud and sharp, pointing toward her with his whole body shaking, voice breaking. “Shut up and just listen for once!”

The air stilled.

And for a second, she did. Y/N stood frozen. Then something behind her eyes shifted—something hollow and old—and her voice dropped, sharp and wounded.

“Why don’t you just hit me and relax, huh?”

JJ’s whole body stopped moving. His breath hitched. “What?”

She didn’t say anything. The words she said didn’t even much. Not really. It wasn’t“please hit me” ask. It was the trauma speaking in the way where sarcasm hides how much pain she’s carried as a whole.

But it still landed like a slap.

JJ stepped back like she’d just thrown a punch. His face fell—completely. “You think I’d ever—” His voice cracked. “You think I’d ever touch you like that?”

Y/N turned away, wiping at her face. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just—I was trying to make a point. You don’t listen. You yell. And I get scared.”

JJ’s chest heaved, guilt crashing into him like a wave. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell like that. I just—when I feel cornered I lash out, and it’s not your fault. That’s on me.”

She looked at him again, softer now, more fragile than before, “In my family, we yell and talk over each other, and if someone’s not listening? You hit. It gets quiet after that.”

JJ swallowed thickly. “My dad… you know. And I swore I’d never be like him. But sometimes when I yell like that, I hear him in my voice. And that terrifies me.”

Y/N stepped closer, hesitating, then slowly sat down on the sand beside the fire pit. JJ sat beside her, leaving just enough space between them that it didn’t feel too crowded.

They were quiet for a few long seconds. Only the wind and fire moved.

“I didn’t mean what I said either,” Y/N whispered. “I just—I’ve been on edge. At home, I never really learned how to argue safely. If someone raised their voice, something worse came next. And I’m always afraid that’ll happen again. Even when I know it won’t. Even with you.”

JJ reached over slowly, not to touch her, just to rest his hand near hers in the sand. “I’m scared of being the one who hurts someone.”

Their fingers didn’t quite touch. But the space between them softened.

Y/N whispered, “I don’t want us to argue like this… ”

After few seconds JJ asked, “How do we fix this?”

Y/N looked at him. “We talk. Like this. Even when it’s hard.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

She reached out finally, her fingers grazing his hand. “You don’t have to fix everything, JJ. Just stay. Be here. Be the version of you I know—the one who cares way more than he lets on.”

He laced their fingers together gently. “I’ll stay.”

And finally it was quiet—but not out of fear.

Out of understanding.

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⁺༝ ꒰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིა ❤︎ ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ ~ mob!jj x angel!reader

mob!jj is late home from a shipment outta town, he gives his angel!reader quite the scare.

cw: swearing, smut, oral, f receiving.

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it hadn’t stopped raining these past six days… six days.

JJ had gone out of town for a shipment… he said he’d be back within two…

yet the phone hasn’t rung. no calls. no letters. no word from your JJ.

you’re currently sitting in the living room, on the velvet couch, in your silk robe, hair down and soft from previously being washed. you haven’t slept, not since he left.

as you sit in the silence of the house… the door knocks, loud and heavy.

your heart slam in your chest, legs wobble as you get up from the couch, walking to the front door.

as you click the lock and turn the handle with shaky hands…

you see him.

JJ standing there, soaked from the heavy rain, bleeding somewhere near his ribs from whatever fight he’d been involved in, his shirt half unbuttoned and stained with blood, his eyes lock on to yours, wild and hungry.

“angel,” he starts

your chest tightens, your vision blurs… and before you can stop it, your hand flies straight for his face, landing a sharp smack to his cheek.

he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t block it, doesn’t move, just takes it, he stands there and takes it, not expecting it because you’d never laid a hand on anyone your whole life… but now? you’re overwhelmed, sleep deprived, scared… so it was bound to happen.

“you- you- you left! you didn’t call! i was worried JJ, i thought you were dead!” you say, voice breaking with every second word.

he steps forward, closing the door behind him, water drips from his hair, the blood on his shirt only darkens. all he does is look at you for a moment.

“i couldn’t, it went wrong and if i reached out… they would’ve found you.” he states

tears glisten in your eyes as you grip his soaking wet shirt. “you don’t get to just leave me like that”

he exhales like he’d been holding in his breath for weeks. “i’m here now… i came back, angel… i always come back, i always will.”

he pulls you into his arms, you nuzzle close, just like you’d been day dreaming about for the past six days. soft sobs break through the quiet hallway as he holds you in his strong arms.

he mumbles sorry’s into your hair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes shut as he tightens his grip on you, inhaling the scent of your perfume.

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he gets cleaned up, coming of the bathroom and into the bedroom to find you sitting on the bed, he’s still wet from the shower, wound under his ribs showing, towel wrapped low around his waist.

“it’s been really hard J… i— i was so scared” you sniffle, looking up at him.

“shh baby” he says, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his lap.

“i thought you-“ he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“but i didn’t baby… i’ll never leave you.” he says like it’s a promised fact.

“i thought about you every fucking day. i wanted to reach out, angel… i did. but if something happened to you? i’d never forgive myself” he says, clenching his jaw tightly.

you cup his cheeks with your smaller hands, “i’m so glad you’re home.”

he smirks, his thumb rubbing your hip bone through the robe you’re wearing.

“i’ll make it up to you… i’ll always make it up to you” he whispers as he lays you down on the bed

“J-“ you say, he cuts you off again with a kiss, a meaningful one, his hands moving to the ties of your robe, loosening them, slipping the robe down your shoulders, revealing your naked body.

“fuckin’ missed you” he groans against your neck, hands coming up to cup your chest as he pulls off his towel.

he kisses down your body, all the way to your thighs, parting them… lifting them over his big shoulders as he nuzzles his face between them, earning a squeaky moan from you.

his arms wrap around your thighs, biceps flexing against the plush skin as he grips them tightly.

“could do this all day, angel” he groans against your slick cunt, and he means it.

you arch your back, reaching down to hold his hand, like you always do, he galdly takes your hand with his bigger one, giving it a squeeze as his mouth continues sucking and licking where you need it to.

he physically feels you get close to finishing, you’re getting slightly louder, hips bucking lightly against his face as his nose bumps against your clit, your thighs trembling against his shoulders.

“i got you baby” he mumbles against your soaked heat, sending vibrations straight through you.

“J” you whine, gripping his hand even tighter as you come undone with one last loud moan.

of course he’d make it up to you… he always did.

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oh mob!jj how we’ve missed you 🫧

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୨୧ ─ when jj’s back from jail . . .

cw: REQUESTED / jj x reader, SMUT, angry-ish, unprotected piv, lowk porn w/out a plot, spit, biting.

The door slams so hard the frame shakes. JJ’s in front of you before you can speak, chest rising sharp, eyes storm-dark, knuckles bruised from the holding cell. He doesn’t say a word. He just grabs you.

You gasp when your back hits the wall, but he’s already there, mouth hot and open against your neck, teeth dragging. “JJ—”

“Don’t talk,” he mutters, voice rough. “Need this.” His hands are everywhere—under your shirt, yanking your shorts down, gripping your thighs like he’s trying to anchor himself. You’re already soaked and he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

You let out a whimper when he bites your bottom lip, that’s all it takes for him to pull his pants down, cursing under his breath. “Did you think about me while I was locked up?” His hand wraps around your throat, not choking, just holding. “Think about me touching you?”

You nod fast, breath catching. He spits in his hand, pumps himself once, and lifts you in one move. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively. “No fuckin’ condom,” he growls against your mouth. “You good?”

“Y-Yeah—”

He doesn’t wait, just sinks into you all at once, rough and thick and so deep you can’t breathe for a second. Your head falls back with a moan, and he grabs your jaw, makes you look at him. “Eyes on me,” he pants, letting a small string of spit leave his mouth and settle on your lips. “Missed this pussy so bad. Thought about it every goddamn minute,” he spreads the wetness around your mouth, pushing his thumb into your mouth before hooking it to your jaw, keeping your mouth open.

His thrusts are punishing—fucking up into you like he’s trying to bury every bad thing that happened between your legs. Skin slapping hard enough to leave bruises. Your name gasped from his mouth like a prayer. You dig your nails into his shoulders. “J-JJ—fuck, you feel so good—”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hips stuttering for a second. “You gonna come for me, baby? Let me have it? Let me feel it?”

You nod, whimpering, thighs trembling around his waist.

He lets out a filthy groan, cock twitching inside you. “Tight little thing. Fuck—mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasp, barely coherent. “JJ, I’m yours—”

“That’s right. No one else gets this. No one touches you like this but me.”

You nod, barely, eyes squeezed shut, teeth biting into his thumb. He keeps rolling his hips, the light stubble on his abdomen brushing your clit with every thrust. That voice in your ear, that stretch, that heat. It builds and builds until your stomach tightens, thighs twitch, everything going tight and hot, and then you break.

Your body locks, back arching as your orgasm hits like a wave, sharp, shattering, overwhelming. You cry out his name and he doesn’t stop, keeps fucking you through it until he’s right there with you. JJ spills into you with a strangled moan, forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting like you ran miles.

You’re still shaking when he lowers you slowly, carefully, letting you feel every last inch slide out of you. And then he kisses you soft. Gentle. Thumb brushing your cheek. “Sorry,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Didn’t mean to lose it like that.”

You just lean into him, hands gripping his shirt. “It’s okay,” you whisper back. “I wanted you to.”

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──────── ୨ৎ WHEN JJ STUMBLES ACROSS YOUR HOME

── ˙ ̟ !! ꣑୧ fuckboy!jj x reader

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cw: jj signs up for some stupid gig just for money (he hates it) and ends up at your house..

JJ didn’t want to do this.

Not for a second.

“Easy cash,” John B had said. “Just walk the damn flyers around. You get fifty bucks by the end of the day and you barely have to talk to anyone.”

Yeah, well, JJ would’ve rather gotten punched in the face than spend his Saturday morning sweating in the Carolina heat, walking up to stranger’s porches like some awkward little mailman with a stack of neon paper in his hand.

He kicked a rock down the dirt road and sighed hard through his nose, hair damp and sticking to his forehead. His shirt was clinging to his back, his jeans were stiff, and he was about three houses away from throwing the stack of flyers into a bush and lying about finishing the route.

He shuffled up a cracked walkway, grumbling, and stepped onto the sagging front porch of some old coastal house—paint peeling, screen door creaking, wind chimes clinking lazily in the humidity.

He raised his hand to knock, then stopped.

Because the door was already open.

And you were standing there.

Barefoot, standing on faded wood, hair messy like you just rolled out of bed, wearing a giant old t shirt that hit mid thigh—and it didn’t look like you were wearing anything else under it.

JJ blinked.

His mouth opened a little. And stayed open.

the sun hit you from behind, gold through strands of hair. and your eyes met his—big, wide, like you didn’t expect anyone either. And he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t even think.

“…You good?” you asked.

That voice. That voice was soft but real, like warm honey, and JJ—he hadn’t realized he’d been standing there like a statue for a full ten seconds until you raised a brow and tilted your head.

His mouth worked.

“I—uh, yeah. Yeah. I'm good. I’m like—” he held up a flyer lamely. “I’m the paper guy today, apparently.”

You laughed. Laughed.

“Oh. So, you’re the one leaving all those ugly green things all over the porches?”

“They’re not that ugly.”

“They’re ugly.”

JJ tried to come up with something clever, but all his brain could do was girl. girl. girl. Because you weren’t even doing anything. Weren’t trying. And still—

His eyes drifted for a second. The way your hand held the doorframe. The curve of your thigh where the shirt rode up just a little when you leaned.

His stomach twisted low. Heat spread between his ribs like fire catching grass. Lust. Need. Something. He shifted his stance. Swallowed hard. Cleared his throat and looked at anything but you.

You noticed.

“Flyer boy’s flustered.”

“Don’t call me that,” he muttered, trying not to grin.

“What’s your name then?”

“…JJ.”

You smiled, then said your name quietly — like a whisper. The way you said it made his knees feel loose.

“Well, JJ,” you said slowly, reaching out to pluck the flyer from his hand, fingers brushing his just barely, “Thanks for delivering the ugly paper.”

but then before you could close the door —

“wait, wait — there somethin’ else i could do for a thank you?”

“uhh — like?”

so yeah, that’s how you ended up on the counter, legs spread, hair ruffled like you’d just been through some sort of roller coaster — and your legs? spread, sore, and filled with indents of his rings.

JJ's hands gripped your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft skin as he buried his face between your legs. The shirt? long forgotten, bunched up around your waist now, and you could feel the cool air of the kitchen on your bare, aching clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

He was relentless, tongue delving deep, stroking along your folds, tracing every sensitive nerve until you were writhing against him, hips rocking into his face.

One hand released its grip on your thigh to slide up your body, cupping the swell of your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric of your shirt. He could feel your nipple stiffen under his palm, could hear your breathing grow ragged and harsh above him.

He looked up at you through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, swollen lips parted around soft gasps and moans, eyes glazed.

“y’like that, sweetheart?”

you swallowed, nodded. “m—mhm.”

He focused on your clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves with quick, sharp strokes of his tongue before suckling it, pulling it between his lips and grazing it lightly with his teeth. He could feel your thighs start to tremble.

Your head fell back, slamming against the cabinet door with a loud thud that echoed through the kitchen. A strangled cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing, spine arching sharply off the counter.

“oh god, oh fuck, j—“

Your fingers clenched in his hair, yanking hard, holding him in place as he licked and sucked through your climax, drawing out every last sound. You could feel your release gushing out of you, coating his face, dripping down his chin, and still he drank it down like a man starved.

“fuckin’ flyer guys—“ you moaned, making JJ chuckle into your wetness, making your hips twitch.

jj stood up, wiping his mouth with the dry sleeve of the shirt he was ordered to wear, sniffing. “so, I get another thank you right?”

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୨୧ ─ jj tries to impress you . . .

cw: REQUESTED / jj x reader, fluff, jj’s kind of a dumbass but whats new?

The bell above the door jingles. JJ glances up mid-convo with Pope, fully expecting a tourist or some board pickup. Instead, he sees you—and immediately forgets what he was saying.

You’re framed in sunlight, scanning the shop with that unsure “first time here” look. There’s sand stuck to your calves and a glossed-up mouth pulled into a quiet little smile. JJ drops the fin in his hand instantly. Pope raises a brow. “You okay?”

“Leave. Go. Anywhere else,” he glares at Pope.

“What—”

JJ’s already moving. Shirt half-tucked, trying to smooth his hair. “Dude, vanish.”

Pope shrugs and heads into the back, muttering about needing a raise and being taken for granted. JJ shuffles to the counter, taking his spot at the center, as casual as three racoons in a trench coat. “Hey. Uh—this is the surf shop.”

You chuckle at that, “That’s what the sign says.”

He laughs way too loud. “Right. Yeah. I’m—uh—I’m JJ.”

You smile slower now, watching him. He’s sweating. A little sheen along his forehead, and his fingers won’t stop fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. His dimple flashes when he smiles and it’s kind of stupid how pretty he is for a guy who looks like he just rolled out of a truck bed. “Nice to meet you, JJ.”

“I’m just gonna look around, that okay, JJ?” You say his name again, softer this time. Just to test how it feels in your mouth. He nods, starry-eyed. “Totally. If you, like…need help lifting anything heavy, I got you.”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “That so?”

JJ immediately grabs the nearest longboard from the display and hefts it up with one arm, muscles flexing as he grins. “Yeah. This one’s custom. Kinda heavy, but I mean—”

You step a little closer, eyes playful, and reach out, slowly trailing your fingertips along the curve of his bicep. Your nail grazes skin. “Mm,” you hum, all fake innocence. “You’re so strong, JJ.” And that’s the moment the board slips. It clatters against the floor with a dramatic thud, narrowly missing his foot. You burst out laughing, covering your mouth. “Wow. Tragic.”

“That was the wax. Shifty wax.”

“Right.”

JJ scrambles to re-rack the board, muttering about center of gravity and gravity itself, while you wander toward the front display like it didn’t happen. You’re still close when you reach for a bottle on the edge of the display—sunscreen or wax and it wobbles suddenly, threatening to fall on you.

Before you can react, JJ’s hand is around your waist, pulling you to him, steadying you. It’s barely a touch, but his brain short-circuits. You’re warm. Soft. Perfect. You look up at him, a little surprised at his reflexes. “Thanks.”

His hand lingers a half-second longer than it should. “Yeah. No problem. Safety’s important.”

You smile again, that little curve of your lips doing damage he wasn’t prepared for. “You always save strangers from dangerous bottles?”

“I—uh—only the cute ones.”

You raise a brow. “Smooth.”

“You have no idea,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

You tuck your hands into your pockets, lingering a second longer like you’re thinking of something else to say. But then you just tilt your head, amused. “Well. See you around, hero.” The bell jingles again as you leave.

JJ leans across the counter, eyes glued to the window, watching the way you walk back to your car. He leans on his elbows. Then his forearms. Then he’s practically folded in half, forehead to the counter.

John B walks in from the back and stops short. “You filming a porno in here?”

JJ doesn’t move, just looks over his shoulder “Bro, what?”

“Why are you bent over the counter?”

JJ smiles, slow and dazed. “She called me strong.”

John B huffs a laugh. “…And that’s all it took to fold you in half?”

JJ groans without moving. “Jesus, man—”

John B raises his hands as if in defeat. “Don’t ‘Jesus, man’ me. You’re the one bent over the counter like you’re waiting for me to give you backshots.”

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thinking about.. jj jumping on you :)

The Chateau door banged open with a squeal of rusty hinges and a shout from Pope, something about John B needing to wash his damn socks. JJ barely heard it. His boots hit the floor heavy and wet with leftover saltwater, but he didn’t slow down. His eyes found you instantly— stretched out on the pullout couch with one arm flung over your face like you’d been waiting there all day just to look that annoyed when they came crashing in.

You didn’t even flinch. “Ya track water in here, JJ, and I swear to God—”

JJ was already launching.

“JJ—” you started, just as he threw himself full-body on top of you. His arms went wide, collapsing across you like a blanket. You let out a choked grunt.

“Ow—JJ, my boobs— shit”

He froze for half a second, face buried in your shoulder, and then gave a muffled, absolutely unapologetic, “Ohh, sorry mama.”

You made a sound like you were scoffing, but it came out suspiciously close to a laugh. You shoved at his shoulder, half hearted. “You’re such a pain in the fucking ass.”

“You love me.”

“Nope.”

“You do. You missed me.”

“You’ve been gone three hours.”

“Longest three hours of your life.” He turned his face so he could peek up at you, chin resting against your sternum now, all too pleased with himself. “Ya looked sad when I walked in. Don’t lie.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped the arm from your face, letting it thump against the back of his head. “You’re projecting again.”

“projecting how much you missed me? Yeah. My bad.” He closed his eyes like he was preparing to nap there, his weight slumped over you in that way only jj could manage.

John B passed by with a bag of chips, not even blinking. “He doin’ the body blanket thing again?”

“He is.”

“Hm, I pity you.” He said through chewing.

JJ groaned. “Let me have this. I almost died today.”

“You tripped on a rock.”

“Coulda’ cracked my skull wide open.”

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A Surprise Proposition

Kili x Reader

Reader Pronouns: N/a.

Prompt: "Are we just gonna... keep holding hands?" "Dunno. It's nice though."

Word Count: 349 words

Warnings: n/a

LOTR + TH Masterlist

Published: 05/02/2023

From the moment Bard appeared on the shoreline to collect the barrels from the elves to the two of you standing together on the barge for warmth, you had been hyperaware of a hand holding yours.

Maybe it was nothing and you were just overthinking it once again. Or maybe it was something, especially as the dwarf holding your hand had practically confessed his feelings for you whilst you were locked in the dungeons of Mirkwood.

Deciding to break the ice, unlike the barge, you were on, you cleared your throat to get your companion's attention.

"Are we just gonna... keep holding hands?" you tentatively asked. The brunette prince turned to face you whilst your other companions continued to squabble over money to pay the bargeman.

"Dunno. It's nice though." he shrugged back. Kili adjusted his grip on your hand before bringing it up to lay a kiss on the back of it.

"Kili." You stated, wanting a serious answer from him.

"Y/n." He replied in the same tone of voice.

Kili kept his eyes locked with yours before bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear. You froze as he did so, knowing that him touching your hair was a big deal for dwarves.

"Well, when we finally get a moment to ourselves then I would like the honour of braiding your hair." Kili smiled at you, a hint of a teasing grin hidden underneath. He looked back out at the water covered in fog as your stunned silence allowed for a moment to gather his, and your, thoughts.

"I presume you understand our customs and what I'm implying," a teasing smile plastered on his lips. He knew that you understood the severity of his words, having explained with Bofur what different braids and beads in dwarves' hair and beards meant to you towards the beginning of the journey.

You let out a small scoff at his words, not one of displeasure no, but more in disbelief and excitement.

"You know, I'd never thought you'd ask." You teased back.

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The Book Keeper

Kili x Reader

Fandom: Tolkien

Summary: On an unsuspecting summer afternoon, Gandalf the Gray shows up on your front porch and, much like he did to Bilbo, sweeps you up into an adventure you never could have imagined. With the knowledge of things to come, will you be able to change the ending?

Note: For my sanity, we’re pretending the book describes the dwarves the way they look in the movies. Also I’m gonna deviate a bit from book canon and dip my toes (more like my entire leg) into movie canon just because things flow a little better that way. Also also, I took some liberties with the Dwarvish courting customs. I will probably also be uploading this to AO3 at some point, separated into chapters for easier navigation. 

Bear with me and behold my Magnum Opus.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, the Hobbit spoilers, alcohol/drinking, some angst but a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries, kind of a slow burn but very fluffy

Word Count: 45k

Reader Is: Female, from our world, 23 years old

Stuck. You were stuck. You read the last few sentences back to yourself, but they didn’t make anything click. You’d lost your steam and now, you were stuck once again.

Writing was a lot harder than it looked, that was for sure, but writing something fantasy? You were finding the task nearly impossible. When you’d started the project several months before, it had seemed so fun. You’d grown up on Narnia, on Lord of the Rings. Building your own fantasy world would be quite the task, you’d known, but perhaps you didn’t know quite how time consuming it would be, let alone when you added in the characters and their characterizations, which fantasy creatures to include, how the magic would work, how the weapons would work and so on and so forth.

Thinking about it too much gave you a headache, so you sat back in your chair, closing your laptop. Maybe you needed a break. Some more caffeine, maybe, some stretches for your strained neck and sore wrists.

Keep reading

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Hobbit hole (established relationship with Kili, first night with the dwarves)

The night is crisp as you arrive at the hobbit’s home, Bag End, the wind biting at your skin, but there’s a warmth in your heart that makes it easy to ignore. You’ve been traveling with the Company for days now, always near Kili’s side, though the destination has finally brought you to a quaint, unexpected hobbit hole deep in the Shire.

You stand outside for a moment, adjusting your cloak, before you hear the familiar sound of Kili’s voice from inside. With a fond smile, you push open the door and step into the bustling, crowded scene within.

The sight that greets you is pure chaos: dwarves packed into every corner of the cozy hobbit home, eating, drinking, and causing a general ruckus. There’s laughter, arguments over food, and the clatter of tankards against the wooden table. And in the middle of it all, looking utterly bewildered, is Bilbo Baggins himself, his wide eyes darting from one dwarf to another as if trying to make sense of the invasion.

Kili is the first to spot you. His face lights up the moment he sees you standing in the doorway, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “*Amrâlimê!*” he calls out, his voice filled with affection, cutting through the noise.

Before you can say anything, Kili bounds over to you with the energy and enthusiasm that is so characteristic of him, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you in a circle. The other dwarves cheer, clapping and raising their mugs in greeting.

“There you are!” Kili says, setting you down with a wide smile, his eyes twinkling. “I was wondering when you’d get here. Couldn’t stand the thought of you missing all the fun.”

You laugh, swatting him lightly on the arm. “Fun, is it? You call this chaos *fun*?” You gesture to the mess around you—broken plates, food strewn everywhere, and poor Bilbo looking on the verge of a panic attack.

Kili shrugs, his grin never fading. “It’s not *real* chaos until you join in.” He leans in close, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I missed you.”

“I was only gone for a moment, Kili,” you chuckle, your heart warming at his affection. “But I missed you too.”

Before Kili can say more, Fili approaches, clapping his younger brother on the back. “Quit hogging her, Kili. Let the rest of us say hello.”

Fili gives you a warm smile, though there’s always a bit of teasing in his gaze. “Good to see you again. I’m glad you’ve come to keep this one in line.” He jerks his thumb toward Kili, who feigns offense.

“*In line*? I’m perfectly well-behaved,” Kili retorts, though the gleam in his eyes says otherwise.

Dwalin, seated at the far end of the room with a mug of ale in hand, raises his drink in acknowledgment when he spots you. “Good timing, lass,” he rumbles. “We’re about to drive the hobbit mad, I reckon.”

You smile, stepping further into the room as Kili takes your hand, leading you to the table where the others are seated. “That’s not hard to believe,” you reply, glancing toward Bilbo, who is staring at you with wide, startled eyes, clearly confused about the number of people crowding into his home—and now there’s another one.

“Excuse me,” Bilbo pipes up, his voice hesitant but polite as he approaches. “I—uh—didn’t realize we were expecting... quite so many guests?”

“Don’t worry, Master Baggins,” you say with a reassuring smile, extending your hand to him. “I’m just here to keep an eye on Kili. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t cause too much trouble.”

Kili laughs beside you, giving Bilbo a playful wink. “She’s lying. She’s the one you really need to watch out for.”

Bilbo takes your hand cautiously, shaking it with a bewildered nod. “Right... well, um, welcome, I suppose.”

The evening wears on in a blur of laughter, food, and more than a few spilled drinks. Kili never strays far from your side, his arm slung casually around your shoulders as the two of you banter with the others. Even Thorin, with his usual air of seriousness, gives you a brief nod of acknowledgment, his approval of your presence clear in the way he doesn’t intervene in the jovial chaos.

At one point, Kili leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “I’m glad you’re here. Couldn’t imagine going on this journey without you.”

You look up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes, and smile. “I wouldn’t let you.”

And though the road ahead is long and dangerous, for now, you are surrounded by warmth, laughter, and love—the perfect company to begin the journey of a lifetime.

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Fire Moon

Kili Durin x Reader

Words: 2482

Summary: While on an escort detail with the dwarven princes, you and Kili witness an event that prompts him into a romantic realization. 

Notes: I’ve written a lot of angst for Kili and you know what, the boy deserves some fluff. So I’m going to attempt some cozy adventure fluff for one of my favorite fantasy boys of all time. 

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Exhaustion weighed heavily over the camp. 

Every step took more effort than you thought you had left. You’d just about completed your patrol when you heard the footsteps behind you. You reached for your sword. 

“You look too tired to lift that, let alone use it,” Kili teased, stepping into the light of your torch. 

You huffed and took your hand off the hilt. Still, even through your fatigue you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping your brother look over the supplies?”

He shrugged. “Fili can handle it. Besides, he always accuses me of stealing the apples.”

“Don’t you?” You scoffed. 

Kili winked and tossed you the bright red fruit. “Though you might be hungry.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “Thanks.” You took a bite, the bright taste helping restore you a little.

“We should be in Rohan in a couple of days,” he said, taking another apple from his pocket. He spoke with his mouthful of the fruit. “The merchants should find decent trade there.”

“If they can manage not to get themselves killed.” You started walking again.

He followed, chuckling. “They aren’t exactly the exploring type, are they?”

“I’ve saved at least a dozen from poisonous plants alone.” Your hands moved with your words, emphasizing your frustration. 

He thought it was adorable. 

“I’m worried, should we run into any Dunlendings, these people won’t just be unable to defend themselves, they’ll get in our way of defending them” you sighed. 

“I’m sure we’ll manage.” He nudged your shoulder, grinning. “You look so serious.” Kili mockingly mimicked your expression, unable to hold it for long before he was beaming again. “This is supposed to be an adventure.”

“We’re charged with keeping them safe and I can’t do that if they keep putting themselves in danger!” You exclaimed. 

Kili raised a brow. “You really are tired, hmm?” He snickered. 

You laughed, running a hand down your face. “Shut up.” 

A content quiet settled between you as you took in the scenery around. Even in the dark, the silhouettes of the Misty Mountains still took your breath away. 

“I’d forgotten,” you mused. 

Kili tilted his head. “Forgotten what?”

You smiled and took his hand. “Why I agreed to come on this venture in the first place.”

Kili brought your hand up to his lips, holding it a little tighter. His dark honey eyes met yours with nothing less than utter happiness. 

“Well, we’re fortunate you could join us,” he chuckled. “Who knows what kind of trouble Fili and I would get into if you weren’t here to keep us in line.” 

You snorted. “I’m sure he’d say the same about you and me.” 

“He mentioned it just this morning, actually,” Kili beamed. 

“What a trio we make.” You looked over the camp and sighed. All these people traveling to gather supplies to take all the way back to their homes. They worked and prayed and fought to protect something you’d never had. Not that you always minded. With the stars over your head and Kili’s hand in yours, you knew you would be content anywhere. 

Besides, you were far too restless to ever stay in one place. As were your traveling companions. Even now, Kili could hardly stand still. 

You stretched beside him, yawning. 

“You should get some rest,” Kili said. “I can take watch for the next few hours.”

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine.” You yawned again before you could stop it. 

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Sleep, my darling.” The rumble of his voice warmed every inch of you. 

You knew there was no point in arguing. 

“Only if you promise to sleep as well.” You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “It gets too cold without you.”

Kili turned his head, quickly capturing your lips in a kiss. He smirked. “I’ll do a few rounds and then switch with one of the others.”

You gave him another quick kiss before heading back to where you’d set up your bedrolls. 

Kili watched you go, his grin never faltering for a second. In all the years he’d known you and all the time you’d been together, Kili had still never gotten used to simply gazing at you. 

“You’re supposed to be watching the whole camp, you know,” Fili teased, appearing at his brother’s side. 

Kili cleared his throat and turned to the tents. “I am.”

Fili chuckled, shaking his head. “I still can’t believe that the girl who followed us around, demanding archery lessons grew up to be-” he motioned to your retreating figure, “well, Y/N.”

“I think she’s always been beautiful,” Kili mused, the taste of your kiss still lingering in his smile. 

Fili snorted. “That’s not what you said the first time you took her shooting.” He ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Ah, the power love has over memory.”

Kili stopped dead. “L-love?” He stammered. 

“It’s only an expression,” Fili laughed. He watched Kili’s face turn red. “Unless… by the gods, you are in love!”

Kili yanked him aside. “Would you keep your voice down?” He hissed. 

Fili lit up with a mischievous smile. “You haven’t told her?”

“There hasn’t exactly been a good time.” Kili crossed his arms and turned away, looking more bashful than Fili had ever seen him. 

Fili pat him on the back. “Well, I wish you the best of luck, brother.” He snickered. “You’re going to need it.”

-

Fili cast many knowing looks in your direction the next day. Every side-glancing smirk made you wonder just what the dwarven prince was keeping from you. Unfortunately, you took the middle of the party while he stayed in the back, so you didn't get the chance to interrogate him. 

Kili, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get away from you quickly enough. Every time you approached him, he came up with some excuse to get away. Even last night, he’d remained distant, staring up at the stars while he lay across the grove from you. Between that and Fili’s odd attention, you couldn’t help the doubts that began to flit through your head. 

Had you done something wrong?

Another day of travel passed, vast and rolling fields to one side and jagged, towering peaks to the other. The mountain breeze wisped through your hair. Its briskness carried the scent of wildflowers and helped to distract from your thoughts. 

Kili, who was leading the party, called everyone to a stop. This would be where you camped tonight. It was a good spot- near a creek, trees for firewood, and plenty of rabbits for restocking previsions. But since he was giving you the cold shoulder, you kept this praise to yourself. 

He and Fili met you in the middle to tie up your ponies and discuss the evening’s plan. But once the ponies were secured, the three of you just… stood there. An odd and unfamiliar tension hung between you. 

So Fili took matters into his own hands. 

“Some of the merchants were talking,” he said, glancing between the two of you. “Apparently, they saw some smoke along the ridge.” 

Kili made a face. “I didn’t see any smoke.”

“I did,” Fili said- a little too quickly, you noted. He put a hand on you and Kili’s shoulders. “You two should go scout it out.” And before either of you could argue, he continued. “We wouldn’t want to be surprised by a group of Dunlendings, would we?” He hurried off to join the others, turning back just for a moment. “Don’t get killed. I’m sure you’ll have plenty to talk about when you get back.”

Fili shot his brother a wink. 

Kili promptly reddened and muttered a string of curses. 

“He seems… odd today,” you noted, watching the blonde vanish amongst the tents. 

“It’s a long story,” Kili grumbled and started up the path. 

You took a deep breath, trying in vain to banish the worries pounding through your head like a war drum.

Fili was right about one thing. 

It would certainly be an interesting night. 

-

It was hard to remain irritated once you began to take in the beauty around you. Massive trees enveloped you on either side, giving you glimpses of the rocky landscape through their branches. Birds and frogs filled the air along with the bubbling of creeks made from snowmelt. The setting sun cast the world in hues of orange and gold, giving the mountain peaks the illusion of being capped with fire. 

“We should be at the top of the ridge within the hour,” Kili said, hiking slightly behind you. 

“I’m not sure we need to go that far,” you observed. “I see no sign of smoke at all. And besides, why would Dunlendings be camped out this far?”

Kili caught up to you. He looked strange, almost nervous. This only worsened your confusion. 

“Why don’t we go anyway?” He gave you a small smile. “Just to be sure.”

You watched him for a second, tilting your head as if he was a riddle you couldn't solve. 

“Alright,” you finally said and the two of you continued onward, now walking side by side. 

Kili felt more anxious than he was when he faced his first one. Every time you glanced at him, the butterflies in his stomach turned brutal, and each time you smiled at the stunning view, he wanted to catch your lips with his and never let go. 

You tried your best to pretend like everything was normal despite the fact that lightning seemed to shoot up your arm every time his hand grazed yours. 

“I heard of a town with a goblin problem not far from Ered Luin,” you said. “Perhaps we could head there when we escort the merchants home.”

Kili nodded. 

You continued in silence.

A deer ran across your path to drink from the creek. Its large brown eyes watched the two of you and must have determined you posed no threat for it bowed its head down to the cool mountain waters. 

This, you thought, was all you needed. The air of the Misty Mountains, the pleasant tiredness of a day’s adventure, and someone to share it with. 

You just hoped that Kili felt the same. 

With the sun almost set completely, the first stars blinked their soft white light over you. Even Kili, who’d only ever seen them as a cold, distant light, couldn’t help but marvel at their splendor. Everything just seemed more beautiful now. 

By the time you reached the top of the ridge, you both knew there’d be nothing to find, but you stayed to enjoy the view anyway, lit by the stars and the lingering light just on the horizon. 

Across a canyon, evergreens painted the rocky hillside with shoots of autumn gold running in between like veins. A distant waterfall twinkled in the starlight. 

Breathless, you stood at the edge, taking in every sight and sound. 

“It’s beautiful,” you gasped. 

“Yes, it is,” Kili agreed, though he wasn’t looking at the mountain at all. 

You turned and he quickly glanced away. Your heart pounded. It was now or never, you supposed. 

“Have I done something?” You blurted. 

Kili’s nose scrunched up adorably, his brows drawing together. 

“What?”

“Well, you’ve been different and I thought I may have done something.” You could feel your cheeks grow pink. 

“No,” he paused, smirking at himself, “well, I suppose, in a way-” He thought of the way you smiled at every person in the camp, even when they irritated you. He thought of how your eyes lit up when you saw something beautiful, like the view before you now. How, even in the dark, it pained him not to see you for a single moment. 

Your stomach sank. You took his hand. “What is it? If I’ve said something or done something to upset you, then please tell me now.”

Kili’s expression morphed, a bright smile taking over his features, bringing a light to his eyes that rivaled the stars. 

“No, Amrâlimê,” he said sweetly, “the only thing you have done is be the incredible woman you are.” Kili took a breath, holding your hand to his chest to feel you closer. “The woman I have fallen utterly and completely in love with.”

He kissed your fingers, then your palm, then the inside of your wrist.

“K-Kili,” you breathed, feeling as though you’d given all of the air in your lungs away. Like you had given yourself to him completely. You opened your mouth to tell him this, but both of you turned as you were swallowed by a warm light like the most powerful and enchanting sunrise. But it was not the sun rising about the dark peaks and emerald trees.

It was the moon. Impossibly large and glowing it embraced everything in reds and oranges and golds. It turned the already incredible view of the canyon into a wall of magic.

“A fire moon,” Kili gasped. “I’ve only ever heard tales of them for old explorers. Truly the stories cannot compare.”

The moon continued its ascent slowly, both of you frozen by its brilliance. The pure rays washed over you, giving you all the clarity you needed. 

“Marry me,” you said suddenly.

Kili tore his eyes away from the celestial splendor to look at you in surprise. The light surrounded you with an ethereal glow. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

You continued, stepping closer to him so that your faces were breaths apart.

“I love you, Kili of the Line of Durin,” you beamed, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind his ear. “This journey has shown I don’t want a single adventure without you by my side. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” You paused, trying to gauge his response, but he remained entranced. “If you’ll have me.” 

Speechless, Kili simply took your face in his hands and brought your lips to his for a kiss with a passion that outshone the light of the Fire Moon ten times over. When he pulled away, he could hardly contain his joy.

“Yes,” he said. “A thousand times yes. Amrâlimê… my love… my Y/N.” He kissed you again and again in between each wonderful phrase until you were both breathless and laughing. Kili’s eyes widened with realization. “We must tell Fili at once! This was all his doing, getting us to come up here so I would stop being such a coward.” He grinned, his boyish playfulness returning. 

You smirked. “First, let’s punish him for his trickery and stay here a while longer. Make him worry a little.”

Kili chuckled. “You are a devious thing, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you giggled, “but you love me anyway.”

Kili laid a hand on your cheek. “That I do.” 

He pulled you into his arms and held you beneath the brilliant moon.

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Hello! Could I have a request for kili x fem reader where reader is a pirate and her and her crew capture him and the others and there's some interest between kili and reader? 🤭Ty!

My Treasure ~ Kili x Fem!Pirate!Reader

A/N: Omg listen I have seen the request like the day you sent it to me and I love love love the idea!! Ngl I had so much fun writing this and like I love him so much and the fact that she is a pirate ugh I love it!!!! I really hope you like it cause I really loved writing this <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.8k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You have been travelling the sea for years on your wonderful ship with your crew, so you are a bit curious, when you find a bunch of dwarves hiding away in fish barrels.

Waves clashed against the ship, as the crew merrily sang a song they have made up during the travels on the sea. You have been on this ship with your crew for years. On the way, you have built yourself the reputation as one of the most fearless pirates known across the world. “Captain, there is a small boat crossing our path. What should we do?” You took your telescope from the leather holster on your hip. Looking through it, you saw a small boat filled with around 14 barrels travelling somewhat in your direction. “Let’s approach the ship slowly and see if it is worth the trouble.” “Aye aye Captain!” Your crew began to hoist the sails while you kept an eye out for the ship. As you got closer to the little boat, your crew threw a few lassos to pull the smaller ship towards your own.

“Kidd, take care of the ship while I have a little chit chat with the fisherman.” You said, walking towards the railing, taking a rope and swinging toward the other ship. A smirk formed on your lips, as you let your fingertips wander from one barrel to another. “So many barrels. What does a lonely man need so many barrels for?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I am just a mere fisherman, trying to go to Laketown. The barrels are filled to the brim with fish, I doubt a Captain like yourself would be in dire need of these.” The man tried to reason with you, making you rise an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be in need of fish? You see my dear friend,” A slight hint of mockery was visible in your voice, as you put a hand on the unknown man’s shoulder. “I am the captain of this very beautiful ship and if you haven’t already noticed, we are pirates.” You gave him a fake smile as you gently squeezed his shoulder. “And as pirates we really don’t work you know? We take what we want and we take it when we want to. But I feel quite generous. How about we take around hmm let’s see…”

You took a glance at each of the barrels. “We will take half of them.” You announced while removing your hand from his shoulder and winking some people from your crew down so they could carry them to your ship. As they started to lift the barrels, the top of each of them sprung open as the dwarves rushed out from between the fish. Your eyes widened in surprise, before pulling out your sword. “Well, this is interesting. Didn’t knew that fishermen nowadays also catch dwarves in the sea.” You said as your sword clashed against another one of the dwarves. “It also isn’t every day, that a pretty pirate lady tries to kidnap us.” The dwarf in front of you gave you a wink. A little laugh escaped your lips. Maybe you will actually have a little fun with them. “Do you normally flirt with people you fight with?” You ask him, pushing his sword away. Most of the dwarves’ weapons were laying on the wooden floor as their hands were up in the air. Pointing the tip of your sword at the one in front of you, he smiled at you while raising his hands up as well. “I only do with the ones that are extremely beautiful and take my breath away.” A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you smiled gently at him.

“Captain, what should we do with them?” “We will take them as our captives. Maybe they will share their stories with us.” The crew bound each dwarves’ wrists tightly, before heaving them on board. Turning around, you look at the man who tried to smuggle them into Laketown. “I’m not part of their company.” He said, raising his hands up. “Fair enough. Have a safe journey to Laketown.” Turning around, you grasped one of the ropes and ascended up onto your own ship. “You let him go Captain?” Kidd, your closest woman on the ship, asked you flabbergasted. “I thought you knew me by now? I normally don’t hold prisoners on the ship and he himself said he was not part of the company.” Kidd raised an eyebrow at your explanation. “But why did you take the dwarves captive?” The question made you ponder for a moment. You yourself weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was your curiosity that made you tie them up and put them under the dock. “I guess I am just interested in their little life story and why they were trying to smuggle into Laketown.” You explained to her, as she led you to the cells, in which the dwarves were sitting in angrily.

“We tried to separate them as much as possible, however we only have so many cells.” She pointed at the four cells. Some of them were filled with three and some with four dwarves. And one Hobbit. A Hobbit? You tilted your head, as you approached the cell, where the hobbit sat on the small bed. “Why is a hobbit travelling with 13 dwarves?” You asked aloud. One of the dwarves in the cell walked towards you, grabbing the bar as he leaned as close as possible towards you. “It is none of your business.” He spat, as he gave you a glare. Tilting your head to the side you smiled at him. “Big words from a guy behind bars.” You mocked him. A few dwarves around you starting to protest at your rudeness towards their king. King? “Oh, so you are the king? Well then, I think we can arrange a little chit chat to discuss the price of your freedom.” A sweet smile formed on your lips, as you awaited an answer from him. Seconds passed and he didn’t say anything. “I will leave you for now. Think about my offer while I am gone.” You said, skipping up the small stairs to get back onto the main deck of the ship.

Hours passed and night arrived, hence you were travelling down to the prisoners’ quarters with bowls of food in your hands. You handed them out one by one, until you passed the last bowl. “Thank you, my stunning pirate princess.” Looking up from the food in your hand, you looked at the dwarf in front of you. The same one that flirted with you while fighting against you. The one that piqued your interest the most. “Well, isn’t it nice to see you again…” You trailed off, waiting for his name. “Kili.” “Kili. A cute name for a cute dwarf.” A chuckle left his lips, as he set the bowl aside. “Do you always flirt with the captives, you hold under your ship?” He asks, smirk gracing his lips. “Only with the ones that seem to really catch my attention.” You say, leaning on the wall beside the cell. He held onto the bars of his prison, trying to be closer to you.

His brown eyes glimmering in the soft candlelight. “Say, what makes you want to release us from this prison?” He asks, mirroring your stance in his small temporary room. “I wanted to discuss that with your king, however he really doesn’t want to cooperate with me.” A small fake pout formed on your lips. “Aren’t you a lucky girl? I happen to be his nephew. Prince Kili, at your service.” He bowed quickly, before straightening up again. You giggled at the gesture. “Well, prince Kili, my name is Captain (Y/N). It is wonderful to make your acquaintance.” Doing a curtsy, the both of you smiled at each other. You really begin to enjoy his company. “Captain (Y/N), I would like to know what you would like in order to receive our freedom back.” “It is very simple. All I want to know is about your journey and your destination. Why were you trying to smuggle into Laketown in fish barrels? What is the purpose of your visit? All these things.” You said, now also holding onto the bar of the cell. “Sit down Amrâlimé, it is quite the story.”

You listened intently at each word Kili muttered, as he told you the story of Thorin Oakenshield and his company. How they have encountered mountain Trolls, Orcs and Elves. And how they want to fight back against the dragon Smaug, who was living rent free in their home. “That indeed is quiet the story.” You say as you pulled yourself up with the help of the bars. Kili looked at you expectantly, almost as if he wanted to know if he managed to free the company. “We will arrive very close to Laketown tomorrow. Take one of the boats, maybe two, we have strung on the side of the ship. Find your little friend from earlier today and fight for your home.” You smiled softly at him, as he gave you a wide grin. Warmth spread through your body, as his hands covered yours. “Thank you so much Amrâlimé.”

As the next morning arrived, you opened up the cells as promised and gave the dwarves a few more rations of food, as well as other resources. You helped them onto the boats, until it was time to say good bye to Kili. “It was very nice to talk to you and listen to your story Kili. I really enjoyed it.” A smile graced your lips. Kili took your hands gently in his. “I will search for you as soon as we get our home back, I promise you.” He said, his eyes glimmering with hope and sincerity. You gasped softly at his confession, holding a little tighter onto his hands. “I hope so my prince.” Suddenly he put his hand on the back of you neck and pulled you down to him, connecting your lips. His stubble scratched against your cheek, as you tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck. The call of Kilis name made the both of you depart from each other. Stepping onto the last boat, the dwarves began to row into the direction of Laketown. You waved at their departure. “I will find you Amrâlimé, even if I have to travel across the whole sea for you.” Kili suddenly shouted. Who would have thought that a pirate captain would get so easily swooned over a dwarven prince?

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Hair

Kili x human!reader

Summary: Kili learns something new about you and loves it

Warnings: nudity but no smut

"Y/N?" Kili called through the door. You had been getting ready for bed at the moment. Dressed in soft pajamas and ready for slumber. Your room had a great fire burning, and due to that, you stuck to just a night shirt this evening.

"Kili!" You were not expecting company tonight. You raced and put on the first pair of pants you saw. The shirt and pants combo you currently had going on was a fashion felony. You could only hope he wouldn't ask about it.

You walked over and opened the door. He stood looking up at you with a smile. "Hello," he spoke softly with a smile. You had joined him on the journey to reclaim this mountain. You've known him for over a year, and yet he still looks at you like it's the first time.

"Hello," you said in the same tone, "what are you doing here?" You smiled after your question, so he knew you weren't really upset.

He walked forward and placed his hands on your waist. His thumbs caressed your stomach as he spoke, "I can not visit the woman I love?"

You rolled your eyes at his comment. "Come inside. I'm not in the mood to be battered by lectures tomorrow about what 'is' and 'is not' proper."

"I will always gladly enter your chambers," he said in a smug tone.

"Kili," you laugh and pull him inside. He removed his outer layer and helped himself to sit on your bed. Once comfortable, he was able to get a better look at you. He looked you up and down, then cocked his head to the side.

"Interesting form of dress, Y/n... is it the new style?"

"Very funny. So what if it is? Not a fan?" You posed in your atrocious outfit as if it were fine fabric.

"Oh, of course," he said sarcastically. The fire roared on, and you had been sweating since he walked in. Kili stood and placed the sleeve on his shirt on your forehead and wiped some of the perspiring off. "Too warm? Are you feeling alright?" His eyes scanned all over your face for any other discomforts.

"No, it's just hot in here," you told him.

"Would you like me to put out your fire?" he began walking to the hearth, "it's no trouble."

"The fire is fine it's just -"

"Just me?" He smirked at his comment.

"No," you smiled, "I'm just warm."

"You can always remove a layer..." His smile grew, "I don't mind."

"See, that's why I won't. Someone refuses to control himself," You joked.

"What!," he spoke with mock offense. "Can't control himself?! I'll have you know, I have always been one of great control," He smiled brightly.

"You are ridiculous," you smiled and reached for the tie of your pants. You weren't sure why you were worried. Your shirt was long and came to your thighs. You pushed the worries away with the pants. You could tell he was resisting looking, to prove his claims of 'self control'.

"Feeling better?" He asked as you sat on the bed beside him. His eyes were boring into yours, and you found it hilarious. You wanted to test his patience, so you crossed your legs, letting one brush his.

"I am, yes," you spoke like this was nothing. "It's okay if you look, you know... I won't tell." You let your words trail off, and one could argue it was suggestively.

He gulped before letting his eyes climb down to your now bare legs. He cocked his head again, and his brows furrowed. "Oh..."

A wave of fear flooded you again. Suddenly insecure due to his reaction. "Oh?" You hoped that he would take the hint to elaborate as to why he had the reaction he did.

He noticed the unease in your voice and clarified, "Oh! I was just surprised. I wasn't aware that human women also grew hair on the bodies. I thought it was only dwarven women." He looked up at you with wide eyes, trying to convey how genuine he was trying to be.

"Is that a problem?" You wanted to sound strong, as if it didn't get to you.

"Oh no," He placed a hand on your bare knee, "It only makes you more attractive." He began placing warm kisses by your ear and worked down the neck.

You exhaled and laughed. "You scared me for a second! I thought you'd be disgusted! Also, I was right," you pulled him off, "No self-control."

His eyes looked foggy, like the idea of doing something else other than talking had taken over his mind. "Can you blame me, amrâlimê?" He leaned in and placed a heated kiss on your lips. You had always underestimated the strength of dwarves. So when he pulled you into his lap, like you weighed nothing at all, of course you gasped.

You felt him chuckle on your lips. You never thought that a new discovery of hair could turn him on so much. But now you know you never have to spend money on a razor ever again.

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#"i have no idea where he gets it from," says area jedi knight still picking glass out of his robes from leaping out of senator amidala's window earlier in the evening.

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i will never get over aragorn’s outfit in this fucking movie. he is aragorn, son of arathorn, heir of isildur, rightful king of gondor. and he wears miniskirts. in the fucking wilderness.