#pointy (head tilt) ears (opposite head tilt) my love

[utterdrip]

ur gonna look me in the eye. and tell me that “i’m all pointy ears, my love” with his little head movement isnt the cutest thing of all time? he is so cute i want to chomp

[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader

Sex Pollen — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Oral (F), Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Light Bondage, Exhibitionism, Sex Pollen, Belly Bulge, Cock Worship, Master kink.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51141958

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391144868-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐒𝐞𝐱-𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐅

Loki and you were finally visiting one of the other realms he promised to take you too, the rainbow bridge between worlds—Loki informed you it was named the 'Bifrost'—opens and snatches the two of you up. He holds you close to his strong chest.

"Scared, my love?" Loki asks as you zip through the galaxy, you look around and look in awe of the stars around the portal.

"No... only awe." Your jaw hangs slack as you see the cosmos, but, when you land on the new realm you jaw nearly feel off.

The realm you landed in was absolutely stunning, even more beautiful than Asgard. The palace before you was a black stone with purple hues, the height of the building was to the sky. The amount of towers you see on the building is almost threatening, but magnificent at the same time.

"Let us go, darling?" He hooks his arm around your own and it reminds you of your wedding day with him.

Walking down the aisle, your beautiful white and dark green gown—representing him—trailed behind you as you strutted, the veil was nearly the same length. Loki demanded that the maids helping you wouldn't apply makeup to your features, he wanted to see you as you, not as the shield of Asgardian products you hid behind. The best part of the ceremony was the vows, and, well, the after party sex you had with your newly wed husband.

"Y-Yes!" You snap out of your thoughts. "Let's go, Lokes." You smile and peck his cheek before he leads you inside of the elegant black and purple castle.

The inside was the opposite of what you expected, bright lights covering the halls from chandeliers, the walls the purest of whites with golden accents around the corners, large windows revealing the outside, it was utterly stunning.

"Do you like the interior, princess?" A person approaches, Loki told you about her, her name was Marcella. She was gorgeous, stunning dark brown curls, tan skin, shining yellow eyes, sharp, pointy ears, a hooked nose, plump lips, everything about her was stunning—especially her dress. It was a pale purple, golden accents around her waist and the ends of the gown.

"Princess?" You lift your eyebrow at Marcella's comment.

"You are wed to Loki, yes?" You nod. "Then you are a princess." Marcella chuckles, covering her hand with her mouth.

You nearly forget that fact, Loki is the prince of Asgard. He has been for his entire life. "Oh, Yes!" You chuckle, covering your nervousness, but Marcella sees through it and smiles.

Loki nudges your arm and the two of you begin to follow Marcella into one of the many rooms in the chateau.

"Why are we here again?" You whisper to your husband.

"To see my flowers, dearest." He smiles back.

"Your flowers?" Your eyebrow raises.

He hums, pecking your cheek. "You'll see."

Marcella opens the door, revealing a massive flower chamber, a massive skylight dome above, the walls were lined with vines—white roses covering the green ropes—but what you saw on the ground nearly made your heart stop, rhinanthus minor flowers. Loki's flowers. You understand what he means now.

"These, princess, are a gift your husband here has been growing for months." Marcella winks.

You smile widely, your head turning to Loki. "Truly?"

He nods, Marcella leaves, a small smirk on her face as she does so. Loki pulls you by your hips, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then your lips.

His finger brushes your jaw, tilting your head up before pinching your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, Loki slides his tongue into your mouth, it collides against your own as he moves you to the floor, swiping you down. His hand meets your lower back and within a second your under him, Loki now on his knees before you.

"Do you know why these are named my flowers, darling?" Loki kisses your neck, his hands on either side of your head.

"N-No." You mutter, a whimper passing your lips as he moves to your collarbone.

"Would you like to know why?" Loki bites down, sucking a deep mark onto your collar.

You moan in a positive response.

"Because they affect me in ways... ways that remind me of you." He smirks against your body, confusion crosses your features and Loki chuckles before continuing. "They make me horny, my dearest wife." He moves from your collarbone and kissing you harshly, dominating your mouth with his tongue.

"And... you want to fuck me here?"

You feel his cock twitch in his pants, nearly piercing the Asgardian fabric with the force of his erection. He grinds against your clothed cunt.

"Yes." He growls, he pulls down your panties, flipping up your dress before he dives his head under your skirt. His tongue licks a stride from the bottom of your pussy to your clit before sucking on the sensitive nub.

"L-Loki!" You moan, the sound filling the greenhouse. "More, More please, Master."

That nickname made the god weak.

Loki moves his pointer and middle finger to your labia, teasing the folds before sliding his fingers into your sopping cunt. His fingers begin to thrust, slowly, in and out.

"Three... more." You plea, he happily complies. His ring finger makes his way into your vagina before he quickens the speed of his movements, now slamming into your cunt with his hand.

His free hand latched onto the zipper of your dress, his shadows begin to restrain your airway, making the sensation of his fingers more pleasureful.

"Do you want more, my princess?" Loki asks, a smirk covering his lips.

"Y-Yes! Please."

"What do you want, my love?"

"Your cock, please master, give me your cock!" Tears form in your eyes, his thumb begins to stroke your clit lazily, teasingly. "I-I need it, I need it so bad! Fill me up, master, fill my cunt."

"Oh, well I can't resist you when you beg so pretty..." He withdraws his fingers, causing you to whine beneath him, Loki then unbuttons his pants before shucking them down before lubing up his cock with your slick. "Tell me if it hurts, darling." He warns before aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping pussy.

You nod in response, bucking your hips in an attempt to make him slide in, unfortunately, it was futile try. Loki only smirks, the shadows forming behind from the skylight move to your wrists, holding them firmly above your head. More of the black clouds swarm around your now nude breasts.

"Tell me, sweetling, do you want your nipples sucked while I fuck your cunt?" He moves his cock away from your pussy, slapping your clit with it—it jolts your body and you can't tell if you love it or hate it. The latter was what you went for.

"Please, master..." You whine, the shadows circle your nipples before pinching them, you yelp from surprise but the sound quickly fades into a loud moan when Loki sheaths himself inside of you. "Give... give me it, master, fuck me!"

Loki smirks, licking his lips before kissing you harshly. His hips begin to buck, his cock instantly hitting the special spot deep within you.

"Oh! Yes, master, there!" You shout, the flowers only make his greed for you hungrier.

The sensation around your nipples only increases, the shadows begin to pull, flick, pinch, and even slap the sensitive nubs. It makes the building feeling in your stomach so much worse, the urge to cum begging to be released.

You see Loki's smirk grows as he stares at you, his cock sliding in and out of you in a fast pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the greenhouse—along with your moans and your husbands grunts.

The shadows form a suction like feeling around your nipples, you're so close to cumming it hurts. You can tell it's the same for him, the way his face clenches and twitches. A loud moan passes his lips.

"Oh? Would you look at that, darling..." He presses on your lower stomach, you look down and see his cock through your flesh.

"L-Loki!" You moan. "Master, I'm so close... please let me cum?" You plea.

"Yes." Thrust. "You." He picks up his pace. "Can." Loki's shadows squeeze your nipples harder. "Cum." One of his hands trail from your waist to your lower regions "With." His fingers stroke your clit. "Me."

You moan his name, screaming it as you cum down on his cock. Loki soon follows in suit, his release shooting deep inside of your cunt.

"Master!" You shout, he doesn't stop his movements, he drags a second orgasm out of you within a second.

You look up as you climax, the moon filling the sky, stars looking so tiny from this realm. You couldn't think of a better way to experience a new place, cumming under the stars with the man you love, your husband and god, a man who would kill for you.

Your lover.

Your Loki.

Yours.

[cheolism]

honey sugar pop

✧ lee dokyeom x f!reader ✧ summary: you love to use ridiculous pet names with seokmin and he loves you. ✧ wc is approx 5.3k ✧ warnings: i tried to make this gn! disgusting use of pet names. you and seokmin make out; he takes off his shirt. that’s as far as it goes. mingyu is, at his core, a hater. pls save hansol

First thing’s first: Seokmin wasn’t totally against the nicknames you gave him. 

No; quite the opposite. He remembers the first time you ever called him sweetheart in that sweet voice of yours, when your relationship was teetering on the edge of friendship and something more. He even remembers the flutters of his heart and how shy, but endeared, he had been; how the warmth from the tenderness of your words settled in his ears and traveled throughout him, burning the inside of his body with your affection; remembers how proud you had looked at his reaction. 

He even loves the ridiculous ones! The ones that you say with a coy little grin, the ones that make him laugh. He likes these ones just as much as he does the ones you murmur in his ear with your arms wrapped around him, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Hello, my honey bunches of oats!” You cheered, greeting him from the doorway. You kicked off your shoes and let your bag drop next to the door, beaming at Seokmin as if he had done something amazing and wasn’t in the same position you had left him when you left for work that afternoon. 

But you were just as sticky as him when it came to hugs and cuddles. You latched on, weaving your legs through his. He couldn’t help the little shriek that left him at the feeling of the cold outside fabric of your jeans brushing against his bare legs. 

“Aren’t you going to help me warm up, baby?” You questioned, your smile sly. 

“Aren’t you going to help me warm up, baby?” You questioned, your smile sly. 

Seokmin shook his head. He allowed himself to pout, your wrists now held away from his body by each of his hands. He quickly pressed a kiss to each of your hands. “You’re a bully,” he said, “coming and disturbing my peace and quiet.”

“Ah yes,” you agreed. “How horrible of me.”

You then lurched at Seokmin, startling him enough for him to let go of your wrists and try to protect himself. You took advantage and buried your face into the side of his neck, your cold nose nuzzling against his skin. Seokmin couldn’t help but shiver -- whether it be from the cold of your skin or from how you were pressed so close to him, he didn’t know. 

Sighing, as if it were some Herculean task, Seokmin wrapped his arms around you and let your legs entangle with yours further. He shoved his own hands under your shirt, nails scraping against your back. Seokmin tilted his head so he could rest his cheek against the top of your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair and still allowing you to breathe against his neck. 

Your breaths were warm despite how cold the rest of you was. Your lips mouthed against his neck, pressing little kisses into the golden skin there. Despite the cold that had attached itself to you, as if it were a lover in need of attention -- as if it were Seokmin -- he couldn’t help but feel the warmth from you, the warmth of you, seep from your body, your heart, and settle beneath his skin and on his bones. 

“You showered today,” you murmured, moving your face to kiss at his collar bones. “Smell like me.”

He hummed. “It’s easier to just use your stuff,” he had said the first few times he stayed with you. Seokmin had pretended to forget about bringing his own bath products each time, electing instead to use yours. Even now, nearly a year into your relationship, he kept up this lie and you obliged him by not pointing it out. 

“Do I smell good?” He asked. “Smell like flowers and stuff?”

“Of course,” you agreed. You finally peeled your face away from his skin, resting your chin on his chest. Seokmin let out a noise of pain, pouting at how your pointy chin dug into his chest. He wiggled his hand out from underneath your shirt and set it underneath your chin, letting you rest it there. “You smell like a prince of flowers.”

He grinned. “A prince of flowers?”

“The Prince of Flowers,” you amended. He liked the sparkle your eyes would get. He liked how you would give him this little smile, one that was shy and full of adoration. At first Seokmin didn’t know what it was, that sweet smile, but then he had seen you interact with your grandma and give her that little smile and realized what it meant. 

It meant “I love you; I adore you; you’re my everything.” 

Seokmin wondered if he had a similar sparkle; he hoped he did. He hoped you were able to look at his face and see how utterly in love he was with you. 

“Lee Seokmin, Prince of Flowers,” he said. He brought his other hand from underneath your shirt and pushed back your bangs. Seokmin tucked them behind your ears, tracing the shape of them with the tip of his fingers. “If I’m the Prince of Flowers then what are you?”

You hummed, a thoughtful and playful expression taking over. “The Lord of Sleeping Kitties.”

Seokmin laughed, feeling his lips stretch apart in a wide smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, your little smile returning. “Yeah.”

You shifted against him, laying your ear over his heart. Seokmin adjusted his hold accordingly, arms enveloping you entirely. You were completely warm now, the heat of your bodies creating a bubble around the two of you. 

“What did you do today?”

“Oh, you know,” Seokmin began. “Painted sunflowers yellow, played with puppies. Prince of Flowers things.”

You laughed, wiggling. “Of course, my sweet Prince. You totally didn’t just watch television all day, did you?”

He was quiet. Then Seokmin remembered to be offended. “Who do you take me for? Some sort of slug?”

“My Prince of Flowers and Slugs,” you giggled. 

“I should kick you out,” Seokmin said. “Banish you from the realm of flowers.”

“And slugs.”

“HEY!” He protested, pushing you away. You were manically laughing now, pushing feebly at his arms as he wrestled you away. Seokmin couldn’t help but laugh along with you. The two of you were sitting up fully now, Seokmin attempting to push you onto the other side of the couch while you fought against him. 

He grabbed at your shoulders, and with one deft shove, you were falling off of the couch and onto the ground. Startled, your eyes widened comically, to the point where he was roaring with laughter; he was sure he was ugly with it, the force of his laughter, with how his nose wrinkled horribly and eyes widened. 

You went to your knees, reaching out for his forearms. He fought against you once more, hands shoving and pushing. “Stay away, you fiend!”

You could barely talk around your laughter, and Seokmin filed away how you looked in his moment for later. You were wild with your merriment, eyes bright and sputtering. You were bracing your arms against his, trying to push Seokmin onto his back. 

“The villain is trying to defeat the Prince of Flowers!”

“And slugs!” You reminded him, giggling and raising yourself higher to try and get a better angle on him. You used the angle against him, getting one knee on the couch and hovering over him. “You sluggy slug!”

“Such cruelty!” He exclaimed. “Sticks and stones will break my bones, and words will surely defeat me!”

And so Seokmin allowed himself to go limp. He relaxed his muscles and sagged against the couch. You had been using all your strength against him and when you lost the force holding you back you pitched forward, squealing and forcing Seokmin further into the couch as you fell against him. 

It wasn’t a horrible position, Seokmin thought, your chest pressed against his head and thighs straddling his lap. Your chest was heaving with laughter, and you were giggling in his ear when you finally pulled away. Your hands reached up and cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing against him. 

Once, long ago and yet not that long ago, if Seokmin was asked what he thought love looked like he would have said that love looked like dinners in candlelight, walks along rivers, kisses by moonlight. Now he knew love was this: you learning his favorite movies and quoting them back, him learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, how he would come home from the market with flowers or candy that reminded him of you, and how you looked in this moment, smiling with wild hair and bright eyes, your head tipping forward to rub your nose against his. 

Seokmin wrapped his arms around you once more, guiding you to lay back against the couch. You let him manipulate you, going pliant and obedient. He leaned over you, his own hand going to cup your cheek. He took a moment to just look. 

For a few minutes that was all the two of you did. Your hand went to wrap around the wrist of his hand that was holding your cheek, your other hand reaching. He moved, obliging, and let you brush your fingers against his bangs. 

“Hello, Lee Seokmin,” you greeted shyly. 

He smiled, and again hoped that you could see how in love he was with you. “Hello, my Lord of Sleeping Kitties.”

And then he descended upon you, pressing a soft little kiss against your lips. Both of your arms went around him, just holding him. You returned the peck, and then you sealed your mouth over his, gently kissing him in little coaxing movements, as if he were standing in the shallows of the ocean and the tide was coaxing him in, urging him in deeper. 

His hand sunk into your hair, parting his lips obediently when you swiped your tongue against his lower lip in question.

Seokmin didn’t think he would mind drowning in the ocean, not if it was you. 

Your lips traveled from his, your hand moving to guide his head and tilt it. You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. When he went to capture your lips again in a kiss you hummed and shook your head, your hand moving to frame his chin. You angled his head away once more, pressing open-mouthed, lingering kisses against his chin and jaw, trailing them down his neck. 

Seokmin gulped before taking a shuddering breath. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. You hummed once more when you felt his mouth open. “Use your words, baby boy.”

He found that he couldn’t. So instead Seokmin pulled away, his hands going to the hem of his shirt. You allowed him to move back, watching him with greedy eyes as he pulled his shirt off and let it drop beside the couch. 

And then you were pressing him back into the couch, the two of you switching positions. Your hands smoothed over his bare shoulders; his biceps; his forearms; his collar; his chest; and then his stomach. You squeezed and worshiped him, your mouth pressing hot kisses to his. 

“Please,” he said. 

You smiled against his mouth. Your thighs went to straddle his waist, hands moving to stroke his skin. You tore your mouth from his, nipping it and pulling a whine out of him. He nearly protested, an argument on the tip of his tongue, and then your mouth was pressing open kisses to his jaw and throat and then latching on his neck, and Seokmin found that he couldn’t really do much else than clutch at your shirt. 

The two of you pulled away from one another some time later, lips red and sore, a brilliant bruise beginning to form at the base of his neck. His chest still heaved and his mind still flashed with the image of your eyes and how devious they had looked, and he thought that, too, was what love looked like. 

You were still straddling him, sitting fully on his thighs. He was content to look at you, watching how you ran your hands through your hair and traced your lips. “What’s the time, darling?”

Seokmin let out a breathless laugh. “You really expect me to know the time after all that?”

You grinned a little. He hoped you felt accomplished. You shifted off of him and he whined at the loss of your weight on him. He didn’t mind watching you walk away from him, though, moving to rest on his stomach and watch you walk back to the bag you had abandoned. 

Seokmin propped his head up on his hand, eyes focused on you as you bent over to ruffle through your bag. You let out a little gasp. “Seokmin! I’ve been home for an hour!”

He hummed. “Time really flies when you’re having fun, I guess,” he said, thinking about how your teeth felt scraping against his skin.

You spun around. “No, Seokmin. I’ve been home for an hour. I got off at five! We’re supposed to be at Seungcheol’s in thirty minutes!”

For a moment Seokmin just looked at you. How wide your eyes were, how you were waving your phone through the air as if he could somehow read the time from where he was on the couch. Then what you were saying sunk in and he gaped at you. 

“How am I supposed to hide this!” He shrieked, flying into a sitting position and slapping his hand over the rather impressive hickey you had left.

“It’s winter,” you began, crossing back to him. You peeled his hand away from the hickey, prodding at it with your own fingers. He hissed at the ache of it. “You can just wear a sweater.”

He pouted. “But you like seeing my arms!”

“I do,” you readily agreed. You ran your hand through his hair. “I also like how you look in a sweater.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

Once Seungkwan had called him a glutton for compliments. Then Jihoon had reminded Seungkwan how Seungkwan had, back when you were still unfamiliar to a majority of the friend group and was nothing more than “Hansol’s cousin who he’s moving in with”, gone out of his way to try and get you to compliment him by basically serenading you. 

You laughed, cupping his cheeks and shaking his head a little. “Yes, Lee Seokmin. Newsflash: the person you’ve been dating for nearly a year thinks you’re ridiculously hot no matter what you wear.”

“Even when I’m wearing a sweaty shirt from the gym?”

“Especially then,” you promised. “Remind me when we get home to tell you just how hot I think you are, baby, but if I start now we definitely won’t make it to Seungcheol’s.”

“That’s okay!” He chirped, arms going out and wrapping around your waist. Seokmin brought you to him, pressing a cartoonish kiss against your stomach. “I’m sure Seungcheol won’t miss us. Tell me. Do you think I’m hotter when I’m driving my motorcycle or cooking?”

“You don’t own a motorcycle,” you said, rolling your eyes and pulling his face away from your stomach. “And when you cook you always look like you’re about three seconds away from having a breakdown.”

Seokmin gasped, affronted. You peeled away from Seokmin. He tried following after you, puckering his lips and making kissing noises. You laughed, and he let you shove him back onto the couch. 

“I’m getting dressed,” you said. “Seungcheol said he’s paying tonight and I’m not about to pass that up. You can stay home and lament over your hotness if you want, but you’ll be doing it alone. In the dark.”

As Seokmin said: he wasn’t totally against the pet names you gave him. 

Especially when you had both your arms wrapped around one of his, clutching at his bicep through his sweater. The two of you had abandoned your outer coats as soon as you walked into Seungcheol’s house, joining your friends for the night. You were practically shining with your beauty, and Seokmin couldn’t help but be a little ashamed at his own lack of tact as he shamelessly stared at you. I mean, who could blame him?! 

You let out a little shout, grabbing Seokmin’s attention. You were waving at Hansol from across the room. You went on the tip of your toes to press a kiss against his cheek before parting from him. “Be right back, baby!”

“‘Be right back, baby,’” Mingyu mimicked. He was reclining on one of the sofas, a large drink in hand and wearing an extremely sour look on his face. You had told Seokmin as you were pulling into the drive that Mingyu had just broken up with the third or fourth lover of the year. Something about them leaving their dirty underwear around the house.

“You’re just jealous,” Seokmin shot back. You crossed the room and to Hansol’s side, dragging your cousin into a hug. Seokmin huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, already missing the feeling of your arms around his. “You’re so annoying.”

“You were annoying first,” Mingyu shot back. 

Seokmin rolled his eyes. “I was literally just standing here.”

“What he means to say,” Wonwoo began, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Seokmin had asked him once about whether or not Wonwoo was considering wearing contacts, only to be met with a pissed-off look, as if Seokmin had been doubting Wonwoo’s integrity or something. “Is that he sees you with your better half and thinks it’s annoying that you somehow have had a longer relationship than him.”

Seokmin smirked, leaning back against the fireplace. It was pulsing heat, warming his side and reminding him of you. “Jealous, Mingyu?”

“I just don’t get it,” Mingyu whined. “How did you get someone like that?”

Seokmin gaped. “What do you mean, someone like me?”

“Well,” Wonwoo broke in, “you are sort of. You know.”

Soonyoung broke into the group, a tallboy in each of his hands. He gave one of them to Seokmin before wrapping an arm around Seokmin’s shoulders. The tallboy was freezing against Seokmin’s palm, also reminding him of how cold you had been when you had pressed yourself against him earlier in the evening. He should’ve convinced you to stay home.

“Don’t listen to them, Seokminie,” Soonyoung murmured, patting Seokmin’s arm. “You’re a real catch.”

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said, plopping down next to Mingyu on the couch, their thighs touching. He shot Mingyu a peevish look when Mingyu groaned in disgust and pushed Seungkwan’s thigh away from him. “A real catch who doesn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“I know how!”

“Okay,” Wonwoo agreed, “did you know how to do laundry before you began dating Y/n or after?”

Seokmin went quiet for a second. “Hey. This isn’t fair.”

The group around him laughed. Soonyoung slung his other arm across Seokmin’s waist, squeezing him and comforting him in a voice one would use with a baby. “Don’t worry, my precious Seokminie, you’re the best catch of us all.”

“Yeah, well. At least I can keep a partner after the holiday season!” Seokmin snapped, looking at Mingyu and sending the group into another round of hysterics. Mingyu’s own mouth dropped before he began a round of protests. Seokmin shoved off Soonyoung, who protested, and stalked away from the group. 

It wasn’t like he was insecure; but he wasn’t arrogant either. Seokmin knew he had his downsides, like leaving his socks around the apartment and leaving the jar of peanut butter open on the counter. But he had his merits! He could reach the top shelf in the kitchen, could help you string the Christmas lights; Seokmin can even open the delivery packages that you struggled with!

“I have merits,” he whined, ignoring how you jumped when he suddenly appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. Seokmin dug his chin onto your shoulder, letting a pout form. You shifted in his arms, setting your glass on the dining table and patting both of his hands. “I have upsides to dating me, right?”

Hansol wrinkled his nose and mouth, looking at Seokmin with a disgusted look on his face. Seungcheol paused his sipping and looked at Seokmin over the rip of his beer, raising his dark eyebrows and silently asking Seokmin what he was doing. Seokmin ignored both of them, however, and instead buried his face into your neck and breathed in your sweet scent. 

“Of course, honey blossom,” you murmured. Seungcheol repeated the pet name with obvious loathing. Your nails scratched at the skin of his hands, fingertips tracing the soft curves of his fingers. “What’s bringing this on?”

“Mingyu’s being annoying.”

You cooed at him, turning in his arms to peer up at him. You reached up and pushed away his bangs, tucking them back from his forehead. “Mingyu’s just jealous he can’t keep anyone longer than two months.”

Seungcheol snorted from behind the two of you. Seokmin beamed, “Right?!”

“Ignore him, darling,” you patted his cheeks. 

“And -- and Wonwoo said I don’t know how to do laundry.” 

If one of his friends got him one-on-one, looked Seokmin in the eye and asked if he was ashamed of how he acted around you sometimes, Seokmin would absolutely admit to it. He was a grown man! 

But still he pouted at you, letting his eyes water and voice turn into a whine. It was worth it when you pouted back at him and reached up to press a little kiss to his chin. 

“I fucking hate this,” Seungcheol said.

“Right in front of our salad, too,” Hansol agreed. 

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Seokmin and you ignored them. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing Seokmin into a swaying motion. “It’s okay, baby. You know how to do laundry now, and dare I say it, you’re a pro! Martha Stewart has nothing on you.”

“Right!” 

“And you help me with my hair in the mornings,” you carried on, grinning at him. “You divide chores with me and you even do my chores for me on nights I’m late coming home from work. You always make my mood better after a rough day, and you always know the right thing to say.”

“Right!”

“You’re a real catch,” you said. “And, if I’m honest, the best one out of all thirteen of you.”

Seokmin smirked. “Right. Absolutely correct.”

You reached up and tugged at his cheek. “Exactly. My darling sunshine.”

“Listen,” Hansol began. You turned in Seokmin’s arms once again, looking at your cousin. Hansol looked disgusted; Seungcheol had walked away at some point. “I’m all for you two dating. I think it’s fantastic. But I’m going to need you two to like, uh, not do this in front of me.”

“Do what?”

“You know,” Hansol gestured at the two of you. “That.”

You leaned back into Seokmin, and he accepted your weight gladly. He laid his cheek on the top of your head, peering at Hansol. “Hansol. Are you saying you’re embarrassed by me adoring Seokmin?”

“Yes, absolutely. One hundred percent.”

“What are you going to do when we get married, Hansol? Just not show up to the wedding?”

“That’s different,” came a new voice. Jeonghan slid into the picture, pushing his hair back and away from his face. His doe eyes were bright, whether it be from the beer in his hand or from the chance of bullying you and Seokmin, Seokmin didn’t know. “We’re consenting to it at your wedding.”

Seokmin’s mind was reeling. Wedding? 

You want to marry him?

This was definitely skipping over a few steps -- you hadn’t even officially said the L word to one another yet! 

And now you were talking about marriage?!

His heart was a bird and it was frantically trying to escape his chest. MARRIAGE?

He then imagined it. Not the actual event, but what came after. You and him looking for a home, his hand slipping into the back pocket of your jeans as the two of you surveyed all of the moving boxes and readied to unpack and begin your lives again. He imagined the two of you wearing matching rings, glinting in the light and showing them off whenever a stranger asks about them. He would get you the best ring, of course, the best for the best. 

You would want a house with a porch, he knew. You liked people watching. And you would need an office for all of your books and stuff. And he wanted his own space, of course, but that could come later. Would you want a house with a garden? Would you agree to getting little gnomes to decorate it? 

What would you grow in the garden? Flowers? Herbs? Vegetables? He would have to learn how to properly fry okra, he supposed, if you decided to grow it, but it could be done. 

What about a porch with a swing?! He could paint it yellow, the soft yellow that reminded him of daisies and canaries and you, and surprise you after a day at work. And the two of you could sit on it and watch your life go by, sitting side by side, thighs pressing against one another and fingers laced tightly. You could sit on that swing until your hair turned grey and you need to use a cane. 

He then imagined you at that age. When your hair was no longer shining and instead was grey, when you had wrinkles on your face that boasted of a life filled with love and happiness. How you would need to hold onto his arm when going up and down stairs, how he would need you to read the newspaper to him because his eyes were getting too weak. 

Seokmin was brought out of his fantasy by you. You with your shining hair and eyes, with your bright smile and that adoring look on your face. The one that said everything that had remained silent until then. The one that said I love you, I adore you, you’re my everything. And now, Seokmin thought, it said something else. It also said: let’s be together forever, and as long as I’m with you.

“Seokmin? Pumpkin?”

Jeonghan laughed from behind the two of you. Seokmin ignored him in favor of hugging you, burying his face into your hair and breathing you in. You giggled at him but obliged. 

“Are you okay, lovebug?”

“I’m actually going to be sick,” Hansol announced. The two of you parted to see Hansol walk away, going towards the group in front of the fireplace and gesturing at the two of you. Jeonghan shook his head at the two of you and clicked his tongue, walking to Seungcheol and Joshua. 

You looked up at Seokmin. He felt himself grin at finally having your full attention, even though he knew he never really lost it. “What is it, my heart flower?”

“How can you say that with so much sincerity,” Seokmin laughed, shaking his head. He reached out and grabbed each of your hands nevertheless, swinging them back and forth. 

You shrugged, that little smile still playing on your face. “I mean. It’s true, isn’t it? I just want you to know how much I adore you, even if I’m not explicitly saying it.”

“How much you love me?” Seokmin asked, hope that thing with wings that beat against his chest.  

You paused, stilling the swinging movement of your hands. Your smile faded, a serious look overtaking your features. The twinkle in your eyes remained, however, as you peered at him. You looked at Seokmin, taking him in, just as he was doing you. 

“Yes. How much I love you.”

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile, even if he looked like an idiot. And if he did look like an idiot, then he was an idiot in love. 

“I love you,” he murmured back. He took a step towards you, the tips of your shoes brushing against one another. “I love you.”

You were quiet, still watching him. Yes, Seokmin thought. This was what love looked like. It looked like you, in Seungcheol’s house, head tilted and face serious. Your hands in his, squeezing; you, considering him; your lip between your teeth, silent and observing. 

You released one of his hands, and he nearly whined. And then you tugged him away from the dining area and to the front, calling out. “Okay! That’s enough for today! Me and my precious honey sugar pop are leaving!”

A few of the boys laughed loudly, repeating your pet name. You and Seokmin paid them no mind, each of you hurriedly shrugging on your coats. Jeonghan let out a whoop; Jun whistled. 

“Bye-bye!” Seokmin called out, waving with his free hand as you swung the front door open. He gave a wink at Mingyu. 

And then you were dragging Seokmin out of the house and into the cold air. Seokmin knew it was biting at his cheeks, knew it would be turning the tip of his nose and fingers red, but when you turned to him and your sweet voice carried those three words into his ears and heart, Seokmin knew the cold couldn’t touch him. 

Seokmin opened the driver’s side for you, swooping down low into a bow and gesturing wildly with his other arm. “For my darling Lord of Sleeping Kitties!”

You were laughing, bright and like sunshine. Seokmin couldn’t help but abandon the door to wrap his arms around you, one slithering around your waist and the other going to hold the back of your neck. He guided your mouth to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

You giggled into his mouth, moving to your tiptoes and burying your fingers in his hair. The kisses were sweet and quick presses, your laughter infecting Seokmin and leading him to abandon his pursuit of your lips. He chuckled, pulling away to nuzzle the tip of his nose into your cheek, eyes falling shut. 

“I love you,” he said. It wasn’t enough just to say it, Seokmin thought, and that phrase didn’t seem like enough. Those three words were all too short and didn’t seem heavy enough to convey the truth and weight of his emotions. He loved you, yes; he adored you, of course. But he also knew that love could not encompass the feelings he felt for you in that if he were to shut his eyes and see no more, his heart would still be content because it knew you, knew the shape of your soul and knew how perfectly it fit into his. 

“I love you,” you echoed, just as sincerely.

“GET OFF MY FUCKING LAWN WITH THAT STUFF!” Seungcheol’s shout broke through the air. Seokmin screamed a bit, jumping and immediately pressing himself into your chest. 

You were laughing -- laughing! at him! while your poor baby boy was scared! -- and squeezed Seokmin in your arms. “Okay, okay old man!”

Then there was a cry from the porch behind him and Seokmin wiggled in your arms to see Seungcheol tumbling from Mingyu’s shove. “Leave them alone! They’re in love, you old grandpa!”

“You were the one just hating on them!”

Eventually you and Seokmin made it into the car. You were shivering faintly, your hands quivering as you fumbled with the car keys. Seokmin took them from your grasp and inserted the key into the engine, and together the two of you started the car. Seokmin then grabbed each of your hands into his and brought them to his mouth; pressed two kisses to them; blew air onto them. 

You were giggling again. Seokmin wanted to bottle that noise up and save it forever. 

“How am I ever supposed to leave you,” you sighed. You leaned over to him, pressing your forehead to his. 

“You don’t,” Seokmin responded, as easily as the sun rose at dawn. “You stay with me forever.”

You hummed. Your noses brushed against one another. “My darling,” you murmured. “My love. My sweetheart. Mine.”

“Yours,” Seokmin agreed. And then he closed the centimeter of space left between the two of you and captured your lips in a kiss.

[agustdakasuga]

A Place Called Home | Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Yoongi has been acting weird since you came back from the hospital but he refuses to tell you anything, not wanting to worry or burden you anymore. You and him go visit someone and you can only hope that the person can cheer Yoongi up. 

“Kitten, how many snacks do you want to get?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, chuckling in amusement. You blinked at him, multiple bags of snacks all piled up in your arms. 

“He likes snacks.” You said. 

“You’re unbelievable. Let me help you.” He took the bags from you, placing them in the basket that he got. You grinned happily and held hands with him as you headed to the cashier. There were still laws that prevented hybrids from having credit cards, which you felt was absolutely ridiculous. So created a card under your name for a joint account with Yoongi.

“Here.” You handed the cashier your card. He nodded, beginning to scan the items. Through all this, he kept a wary gaze on Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t really care as he yawned, rubbing his eye.

“Is something the problem?” You snapped. 

“N-No! Sorry.” The cashier, shocked by your sudden call out, sped up the packing. You and Yoongi grabbed the bags and went to the car. You slammed the trunk down. 

“Woah, put your claws back kitten.” Yoongi teased. 

“Did you see the way he was looking at you? As if you were going to attack him or something. All you did was stand there and yawn. How was that threatening?” You growled in anger. Looking at you, Yoongi could smell your anger to know that you weren’t joking but he still couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What?” You glared at him.

“Kitten, you’re the most amusing human I have ever met. I wasn’t even affected by him, I didn’t care. And here you are, getting all angry in the parking lot.” He continued to laugh at you while you scoffed. 

“Well, I’m glad my anger amuses you.” You started the car. 

“Oh, it does.” He nodded and you threatened to sock him. You began to drive until you reached your destination. After signing in for both and Yoongi, you handed your identification cards over to be scanned and the guard let you through the gates. 

“Jinnie.” You knocked on the white door and entered. The moment you entered, you were tackled to the ground, a figure standing over you. 

“(y/n)!” The arctic fox hybrid grinned and hugged you. You chuckled, patting his back as Yoongi helped you to stand up. 

“Yoongs.” Jin smiled. 

“Hey, Jin.” The panther had a small smile on his face as he greeted the male. Jin’s snow white, thick tail wagged in excitement and his pointy white ears also stood up, showing just how excited he was to see you and Yoongi. You reached over to pat his head, rubbing his ear between your fingers. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you. I brought some snacks.” You apologised, showing him the bag of different snacks in there. Jin loved his snacks. 

“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re here now.” He nuzzled your neck. You still couldn’t help the guilt. 

“Stop feeling guilty, (y/n). I know it’s not your fault. You’re busy saving hybrids.” Jin must have been able to smell your emotions. Yoongi sat on Jin’s bed and the fox immediately went to sit with him. Even if Yoongi didn’t express it, he missed Jin as well. His tail was wrapped around the older male’s torso in a protective position. 

“How have you been, Jin?” You sat on the chair beside the bed. 

“Good. Dr Lee has been taking good care of me.” He smiled. You nodded your head in approval. 

You were going to adopt Jin but he didn’t pass the psychiatric assessment. Being a doctor yourself, you knew that Jin would not have been safe for all of you if he went home with you and Yoongi immediately. 

After discussing with both of them, Jin agreed to stay in a facility to help him with his anxiety. You had one of your best friends taking care of him. 

“Yoongi, I’m going to find Dr Lee. Can you stay here with Jin?” You stood up. Yoongi nodded and you kissed both of them on the head before leaving the room. You found your friend in her office. 

“(y/n).” She smiled as she got up and walked to you. 

“I didn’t know you were visiting Jin today.” She pulled you in for a hug. You trusted her with everything, especially Jin and his mental health. She was one of the best in the psychiatric care field for hybrids. As she sat back down, you sat opposite her. 

“I actually have a surprise for you. I was going to call you but seeing that you’re here. Might as well give it to you.” She chuckled and took something out from her drawer, sliding it across the desk. You opened the file and looked at it. 

“W-What?” You gasped as you read. Tears immediately filled your eyes, threatening to spill over. 

‘Patient Kim Seokjin Psychiatric assessment: PASSED Comments: Based on the close observations by the care team, Patient Seokjin has shown exceptional recovery and social skills amongst both humans and hybrids. When ready, his owner may check him out of the facility.’

“He’s coming home?” You cried. She nodded, tearing up herself. You both shared another hug. Quickly, you ran to the room but before you could open the door, Yoongi opened it. He had smelt you and your tears as you approached the door. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in shock. What happened while you were in Dr Lee’s office?

“Kitten?” He held you in worry. 

“(y/n)? What’s wrong? I-Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Seokjin panicked with a frown. You pulled away from Yoongi with a smile, wiping your tears with your sleeve. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Jinnie.” You assured, still trying to stop your tears. 

“Then why are you crying?” Jin tilted his head in confusion. 

“Jinnie, are you ready to come home?” You asked with a soft smile. The two hybrids froze in their spots. They looked at each other before turning to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” Yoongi spoke first. 

“You passed your assessment. You can come home. I can check you out when you’re ready.” Another round of tears came as the two boys hugged you tightly. Yoongi buried his head in your shoulder as Jin cried in your arms. Finally, your home was going to be complete again. Jin constantly chanted ‘I’m going home’ as he sobbed. You could only nod your head in agreement. 

“Let’s go home then.” Yoongi squeezed your hand. 

The both of you helped Jin pack up his things before heading to Dr Lee’s office again. She had the release papers on her table. Jin hugged her tightly, grateful for her help. 

“That was your effort, Jin. I merely gave you the push you needed.” She smiled, patted his back. Jin signed his confirmation paper and you signed all the other release forms, as his legal owner.

“Bye Jin. Take care. I’ll drop by from time to time to see you.” Dr Lee waved and the 3 of you left. Finally, both your boys would be home. 

“Let’s celebrate. Burgers?” You suggested as you drove. Jin clapped excitedly while Yoongi had a small smile on his face. You went to a burger joint and sat in a booth seat. 

“Welcome home, Jin.” Yoongi held his cup up. 

“It feels good to be going home. Thank you for never giving up on me.” Jin followed the other’s actions. You giggled and did the same. The three of you clinked your soda cups and dug in. Hybrids were not allowed to drink outside their homes in the event the alcohol makes them ‘feral’. Not like any of you were heavy drinkers anyway. 

“So good.” Jin licked his lips happily. 

“Yoongi! Stop stealing my curly fries.” You pouted and Yoongi shoved one tater tot out. With a grin, you leaned down and ate it from your hands. 

CRASH!

Jin jumped slightly at the sudden sound coming from the kitchen. You were about to stand up when Yoongi grabbed your wrist, shaking his head as a signal for you not to meddle in other people’s business. 

“(y/n), no.” There was yelping and growling from the kitchen, followed by loud shouts. Soon, all the other patrons in the restaurant had stopped eating and everyone’s attention was on the kitchen where the ruckus was coming from. You pushed Yoongi’s grip off you and ran to the kitchen before the boys could stop you again. 

“Madam, you need to leave.” The waitress tried to block the entrance way. 

“What’s going on?” You asked. 

“A stray broke into the kitchen. It is not safe.” She explained. From over her shoulder, you saw the chef holding up a knife. Your eyes widened as you pushed passed her and entered the messy kitchen. 

“I already told you that if you ever show up here again, you will regret it. I should have punished you last time!” The chef stood over the trembling body on the ground. 

“Stop!” You shouted. 

“Mind your own business!” The chef barked at you. You ran over and stood over the trembling hybrid, who buried his face in his arms. 

“I’m a doctor. He’s not even attacking you and you were trying to kill him.” You held your arms out. The chef saw the other people standing by the door, watching the exchange. His face turned red in embarrassment as he stormed over to you but there was a flash of black and white. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Yoongi growled, flashing his teeth. Jin stood next to him and did the same, both of their tails standing straight in defence. 

“Get out of my restaurant!” The chef yelled. 

“We weren’t planning on staying anyway.” Jin glared. You turned around and crouched down beside the trembling hybrid. Gently, you placed a hand on his head. 

“Hey, it’s okay. Come on, let’s go out.” You spoke softly, not wanting to scare him anymore. He flinched as you made contact with him. Worried the chef might get more violent, Yoongi made the decision to get all 4 of your out there as soon as possible. 

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just us. We will never hurt you.” You told him once you were outside. 

“(y/n)...” Yoongi could sense that the hybrid was not going to open up to you any time soon. He wanted to leave already. You held a hand up to Yoongi to tell him to wait as you tried to approach the hybrid again. 

“I know you’re scared. I’m (y/n), a doctor for hybrids. These are both my hybrids.” You said. He stopped and sniffed the air before lifting his head. You finally got a good look at his face. There were a few scratches and bruises on his face. 

“Tiger.” Yoongi mumbled from behind you. 

“A tiger hybrid? What’s your name? Do you have a home I can bring you to? I understand, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. But I promise I just want to help you and make sure you’re safe.” You persuaded. 

“M-My name is Taehyung. I don’t have a home. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break in. I was just hungry. I haven’t eaten in days. Please believe me, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.” He held your hands in his. 

“I believe you, Taehyung. You’re not in trouble.” You smiled. 

“Boys?” You turned to them. They knew what you were trying to hint at. Yoongi looked away, refusing to meet your eyes. He knew that just by looking at you, he will give in. Jin cleared his throat, unsure of what he should say. Your home was their territory and yet, they knew what it felt like to be in Taehyung’s position. Without a home, without someone to love them. 

“It’s your home, (y/n).” Yoongi said. 

“No. It’s both your homes too.” You stood up and faced them. Yoongi made the mistake of looking at you. He cursed. You were trying to be respectful to them and their opinion, not wanting to offend them or force them into something they were uncomfortable with. 

“It’s late. Just let him stay the night and we’ll talk tomorrow.” Jin suggested and you nodded, looking over at Yoongi. 

“Blame my bad luck for having an owner with such a big heart.” Yoongi wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. You laughed.

“Taehyung, why don’t you stay with us for a night? I’ll treat your injuries, you can get something to eat, take a shower and rest in a bed. If you want to leave in the morning, you are free to do so.” You offered. 

“Really?” He looked at you suspiciously. 

“Let’s go already.” Yoongi walked off to the car, pulling you with him. You sat in the driver’s seat, Yoongi in the passenger, Jin and Taehyung in the back. 

You pulled up to your house. Thankfully, your parents were kinda of wealthy and with your doctor reputation, you were able to buy a big house. Although, you, Yoongi and Jin only occupied 3 of the rooms for yourself. Yoongi helped Jin with his things while you led Taehyung into the house. 

“Yoongi, can you bring Taehyung to the guest room, please?” You requested and Yoongi let out a low growl. 

“Come on. Jinnie needs to unpack.” You pleaded and Yoongi rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch instead. Shaking your head, you brought Taehyung to the room, lending some of Jin’s clothes, since Yoongi was the smallest of the 3.

“I’m sorry about him. He’s just shy.” You smiled. 

“I understand. This is his nest. His scent is everywhere. I wouldn’t like if a stranger came onto my territory too.” Taehyung said and you patted his head. 

“He’s just protective. I’ll see you downstairs.” You left Taehyung to give him some privacy. Heading to the kitchen, you took out some food to cook for the tiger in the shower. A tail began to snake itself up your leg and you didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Arms wrapped themselves around your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder. 

“It’s alright, Yoongi. I don’t blame you.” You reached back to pat his head. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know how he felt. 

“Mmm.” He hummed and began rubbing his nose against your neck. Reaching over, he switched the stove off and turned you around so you faced him instead. Jin came down and Yoongi let out a growl, smelling another presence. You held a hand out to stop him, not saying a word. 

“I’m going back up.” You heard Jin mumbled and head back upstairs.

Yoongi purred against your neck, continuing to scent you. His tail curled around your thigh and his hands fisted the back of your shirt. You wrapped your arms around him to hold him. 

“Mine.” He growled. When he pulled away, you kissed his cheek and turned back to cooking. Yoongi continued to stay by your side. 

“Jin, I’m going to my room. Can you give this to Taehyung?” You told the male who had come back down. He nodded his head and you smiled gratefully. With Yoongi’s fresh scent on you, you didn’t want to get too closed to Taehyung and scare him away.

“I-” Taehyung froze in his tracks when he came back down. 

“Sorry.” You quickly moved past Taehyung and went to the living room. Yoongi followed behind me, sitting on the couch. 

“No showering.” He commanded. 

“Why? I need to shower, Yoongs. We’ve been out the whole day.” You chuckled. He growled and pulled me until I crashed against his body, his face pressed against my abdomen. 

“You showered when we came back from the hospital. I just scented you. No showering.” He commanded. 

“Alright, alright.” You stroked his head, hearing him purr into your stomach. Looking over, Taehyung was wolfing the food down at the kitchen island. Jin watched over him and you softened. Thank God for Jin finally being here. You tapped Yoongi on the head and he finally released you so you could go over to the duo in the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I know it’s hard to ignore.” You rubbed the back of your neck, sheepishly.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, putting a big spoon of rice into his mouth. You smiled and patted his head, turning to Jin. Jin bent down slightly and you rubbed your ears, giggling. 

“Sorry your welcome home dinner didn’t really go as planned.” You joked. Jin shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“You and Yoongi were there. That’s more than enough for me.” He confessed and you pinched his cheek. 

Once Taehyung was done eating, you sat him down on the couch and began to treat his injuries. Luckily, they were all superficial and didn’t need any stitches. You wiped his cuts and put small band aids over them. Yoongi and Jin stayed by your side, in the event Taehyung does suddenly lash out at you. 

“It’s rare for a tiger hybrid to be a stray. Where did you come from, Taehyung?” You asked him. 

“I escaped...” He looked down. 

“From where?” 

“An illegal circus.” He admitted after a few seconds of silence. Yoongi and Jin let out growls at his words. Yoongi was from an illegal fighting ring and Jin was from an illegal exotic pet auction. Even though you were angry, you were glad that the two could empathise with Taehyung and what he had been through, making them a little more accepting. 

“How long have you been on the run?” You asked. 

“I don’t know... It has been a long while.” He said. You nodded your head. Once again, Taehyung grasped your hands. 

“Please don’t report me. I don’t want to go back.” He begged. 

“I won’t report you, Taehyung. What they’re doing is illegal and wrong. You’ll never have to go back there again.” You assured him and he let out a sigh of relief, releasing your hands. 

“Get some rest. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow morning.” You told him. He nodded and all of you headed upstairs to turn in for the night. Jin slept on your right and Yoongi stayed on your left. 

[saelwen]

Maglor x Shy!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:  Hello! First I loved your chapter of Pure Blood, amazing as always💞 Second, can I request a smut first time with Maglor and fem! Reader, where reader is kinda shy? I love all of your smuts😅

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff

Words: 2, 267

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A/n: So i decided to make the reader plus size. I hope you don’t mind.

A relief sigh fell from your lips as you sit by the riverbank, delighted that you finally could be in this quiet place all by yourself.

You hate crowds of people, you always had. It made you feel dizzy and breathless, feeling they judging gaze on you since you aren't like the other beautiful elven maidens. Tall, slim, and with perfect heart shape face and sweet pouty lips.

No, you were the opposite of that.

You are small with extra curves. You have a round face shape and your lips were excessively plump for an elf. Your mother was always making snarky comments about your fatness, telling the servants to put less food on your plate to see if you lose weight. But your older sister is way worse than your mother, always introducing you to the other Lords and Ladies as the black sheep of the family. It was because of that, that you stop going to the feasts and found that quiet spot by the riverbank.

The smooth sound of the water stream made your all body and mind relax, forgetting all the madness of your family and the cruel world. You rest your back on the tree behind and close your eyes, focusing on the beautiful sound around you.

Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps beside you. Your eyes shot open and you saw the one and only, Prince Maglor.

"Oh? I'm sorry if I have disturbed you, My Lady." He says as he sees you sitting against an old tree.

You quickly stood up and bow very awkwardly to him, your cheeks burning like the flames of Aulë forges. "M-My Prince!... N-No, you didn't disturb me. Huh... I was about to leave actually." You shutter.

He looks down at you with his perfect brow lift, seeing through your lies. "You don't need to leave just because I'm here, My Lady." He says with a delicate voice. "Actually, I would love that you stayed here with me. I need someone to judge the new songs that I created." He sits down and puts his harp on his lap.

You stayed there awkwardly, swaying on your feet. You didn't know what to respond to that, you aren't good with people especially with royal ones.

Maglor looks up to your in curiosity and pats the green grass beside him. "Come. Sit and relax, My Lady." He says with a soft smile.

Swallowing hard, you sit beside him very ungracefully. You look down to your hands, playing with the hem of your dress. Maglor grab his harp and began playing a soft melody, his slender fingers brushing the thin strings carefully. He took a deep breath and began to sing.

His voice was something that you had never heard before. It was full of passion and fire. You have heard that Maglor had a beautiful voice but you thought that was only your sister being exaggerated.

You find yourself humming softly with him, your mind was clear and your body relaxed which was strange since you are in the presence of a Prince.

When he finished, he put down his harp and grins excitedly to you, his dark blue eyes glittering in mischief. "Well? Did you like it?" He asked.

You took a moment to return from your trance. Blinking a few times, you look back to him and smile shyly. "Yes, My Prince... It was very beautiful."

He grins widely and rests his back against the tree. "You know... You have a beautiful voice. We could do a duet together!" He says in excitement.

You shook your head quickly and gasp. "No!" You yelp, making Maglor look at you in confusion. You push an h/c lock behind your pointy ear and clear your throat. "W-What I mean is... that I'm not very good with crowds and singing is not a talent I have." You whisper.

Maglor frowns and looks at you carefully. "I found that very hard to believe, My Lady." He says. "A beautiful elleth like you must be the jewel of a feast and when you joined while I was singing... it was beautiful."

You blush violently with his words and look away, trying to hide your face from him. "Excuse me for saying this, My Prince... but you must be blind." You say quietly, scared that you maybe have offended him.

Maglor tilts his head and frowns. "Why would you say that?" He asked.

You bit your lip and take a deep breath. "Because... Because I'm not beautiful, My Prince." Your voice trembles as you say those words, trying to fight the tears from falling.

You have been bullied your all life by your own family. You don't have any self-love, every time you look in a mirror, you only see an ugly fat elleth.  So, it's hard to believe his words especially when it's the first time you have heard those words.

You feel a large soft hand cupping your soaked cheek and a thumb cleaning your tears away. Looking up, you see Maglor gazing at you with concern.

"Don't cry, My Lady." He whispers. "I've noticed you a few times in some feasts. Always wearing a simple dark red gown with a simple necklace and hair down. Every time I saw you, I thought 'She is a rare elleth.'" He smiles softly at you and grabs your hand. "Do you know why?" You shook your head, sniffing quietly. "You have something that every elleth would die to have... a natural beauty."

Your eyes widen and more tears fall down your eyes. He might be lying but you want so bad to hear those words, to feel beautiful.

"You don't need jewels or expensive gowns to make you beautiful, My Lady." He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

You clean your tears and smile at him. "Thank you... Thank you so much."

After that day, you two have been meeting in secret there. Maglor would always bring his harp and play it softly while you hum a soft melody. Sometimes you two would just relax and share stories or things you both have in common which both you hate attending feasts.

One day, Maglor had sent you a letter to meet him at midnight by the riverbank. You thought it was weird since you both made a deal to meet always in the evening. Wrapping a dark cloak around you, hiding your nightgown from preying eyes, and walk out from your house.

When you got to the riverbank, Maglor was already there waiting for you. A serious look on his face as he watches the water stream flow gently.

"Maglor." You whisper as you sit beside him.

He looks to you and smiles widely. "Y/n." He greets.

"What's so urgent that it couldn't wait for tomorrow?" You asked.

He took a deep breath and whisper something under his breath like he was trying to get the courage for something. Clearing his throat, Maglor turns to you and grabs your hands with his.

"Y/n...Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you." He pauses for a moment, his deep blue eyes fixed on yours. "I-I'm not very good with this but... Would you make my dreams come true and court me?" His eyes shined like two big stars, filled with hope and fear at the same time.

You were speechless for a while. Shocked that someone like him would want you to be his. You definitely have feelings for him even when you tried to bury them since you thought that Maglor would only see you as a friend.

"You don't need to accept-"

"Yes!" You cut him off with a big smile. "Million yes!"

You see a tear fall down his eye and a relief sigh fell from his lips. "Thank you Eru." He whispers to himself as he pulls you into a warm embrace. He kisses your both cheeks and then gives a small, shy kiss on your lips. "You make me so happy, Nin mel."

You giggle and kiss him back, feeling brave for a second. "And so do you." You whisper, seeing how beautifully the moonlight fell on his raven black hair and his pearly white skin.

You cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. You feel his warm hands moving to your waist, pulling you into his lap as he leans down for another kiss but this one was full of passion and lust. You moan into the kiss, letting your hands roam freely, exploring his strong chest and arms.

Maglor gently removes your cloak, goosebumps spread through your skin as the cool air of night kiss your feverish skin.

"Maglor..." You whimper, feeling a massive tent between your legs.

"What is it, Nin mel?" He asked as he moves his lips to your neck, nibbling the skin there.

"More... I-I want more..." You moan as you tried to remove his shirt.

He helps you and throws his shirt to where your cloak was. "Your wishes are my command, Nin mel." with that, he pulls the ribbon of your nightgown and removes it from you, making you bare to his eyes. "Beautiful..." He murmured in awe.

You tried to hide your breasts but Maglor stopped you. "Don't! You are beautiful, Y/n. Don't you ever try to hide your beauty."

You nod slowly, feeling overwhelmed by all his sweet words. He leans down and began kissing a trail towards the valley between your breasts. His kisses making your blood boil with need. You feel his hands wandering to your plump thighs, grabbing gently the extra meat there and moaning against your skin.

"Your body is soft... I love it." He whispers as he captures your nipple with his mouth, giving a hard suck.

You arch your back and moan loudly, forgetting that you both are outside and that someone could see them at any moment. You put your hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his silky black hair, and push him more into my chest.

"Ahh...Maglor..." You mewl, drunk by the feeling of his mouth on you.

His kisses began moving down to your soft belly, his soft lips caress all your extra curve with such passion. He was worshipping your body as it belongs to a Goddess.

He pushes your legs apart and nests between them, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders. His deep blue eyes fixed on yours as he leans down and kisses the space between your thigh and your soaked lips. A lewd whimper fell from your lips and you rock your hips a little, trying to get his mouth directly into your core.

"Maglor...Please!" You plead, your eyes were almost black with lust.

He nods and starts kissing and licking your wet slit, sucking gently your swollen clit. Moans, whimpers, and pleads fell from your lips while Maglor feast between your legs like a mad man. This was your first time and you should be afraid but something in Maglor made you feel safe like he would never let something happen to you.

He pushes one slender finger inside your channel, making you gasp in surprise. He looks up, his eyes asking if you were okay. You nod and smile softly, gasping for air as his finger began doing the come hither motion.

You could feel your orgasm coming close and you knew that Maglor could feel it too. He took his finger out and stood between your legs on his knees. You blush immensely as he licks your nectar from his finger and hums in pleasure.

"True nectar from the Gods." He says as he leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and moan softly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Maglor grabs his shaft with his hand and rubs gently against your soaked sex, lubricating his member with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes. "Are you sure about this?" He asked in a quiet voice, fear of being rejected lingering behind his mind.

You swallow loudly and nod, smiling sweetly at him. "Yes, my love... I'm absolutely sure about this."

He chuckles and nods. Positioning his shaft at your entrance, he began pushing inside slowly, careful to not hurt you too much. You hiss and claw his back with your nails, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax as much you could.

"That's it, Y/n...Relax..." He whispers against your ear. "Oh, Eru... you feel so good, Nin mel."

You whimper and bit your lower lip, the pain had begun to vanish and pleasure took over your body. You squeeze tightly your velvet walls around his member, making him moan loudly in surprise.

Maglor begins thrusting harder, shaking your all body. His left hand grabs yours and put beside your head on the cool grass, intertwining your fingers together while his right hand grabs tightly your hips.

Sweet nothings fell from his lips while you moaned his name into the cool night. The lewd sounds from your bodies echoed through the calm waters of the river and the moon bathe you two with her silver light.

"I-I love you, Y/n.... I love you so fucking much, Nin mel." Maglor whispers.

Tears of joy fall from your eyes, feeling so happy and so loved. You pull him into a deep kiss and rest your forehead against his.

"I love you too, My Prince." you whisper back.

The two of you make love the rest of the night, surrounded by the sound of the river and illuminated with moonlight.

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October 20th – Haunted Building

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Tauriel x Reader

Word count: 1,914

Warnings: None

Author’s note: I have literally no idea what happened here, this story practically wrote itself. :) Also, it takes place in modern setting!

You could still recall the excitement flowing through your veins like a molten gold, the sweet buzzing in your heart and the warm squeeze in your stomach when you finally heard the words you were dreaming about for so long now. It was hard to comprehend that they were not part of your wild imagination, nor another made up scenario you created in your head right before falling asleep—those were actually real. Her offer was honest and it was no kind of joke, you did not misunderstand anything from the very direct and simple invitation, it was no mistake.

Tauriel truly asked you to join her in the amusement park next Tuesday.

However, right when the very first wave of bliss eventually faded away, you started to worry and as the time passed, the anxiety growing in your mind seemed to expand, almost completely blinding the previous joy. Countless questions piled, one more ridiculous than another but every single one of them occupying your thoughts for longer than you would want it to. It was enough to be stressed about meeting with the prettiest, the most talented and charismatic girl in your university—or so you considered her—worrying about any other, more or less possible scenario happening during that day was unnecessary for your already cluttered head.

What if she did not mean only you two, but some of her other friends also? There were always people surrounding her, two particularly handsome and apparently polar opposite boys accompanying her more often than the others. What if it was supposed to be simply a group meeting? What if you would make a fool of yourself one way or another? And most importantly, what if she did not see you the same way you saw her?

You barely managed to fall asleep for the whole hour at least during the night before, now nowhere near excited but rather scared of what was coming up. It was either the best opportunity to finally start talking to her about something less trivial or to prove her that you were not worth her time. Your worry increased as the inevitable hour was getting closer and closer and it peaked when you were standing at the amusement park’s main gate.

Although the afternoon was chilly, there was a lot of people on the carousels, buying deliciously smelling snacks and running from one attraction to another in a hurry. The sky became dark some time ago but it only made all the decorations and lanterns light more brightly, the variety of sounds and colours surrounding you from every direction. Fallen leaves rustled on the wind, the trees reached their branches up like a shadowy claws of some nightmare creatures and the overwhelming aura of upcoming Halloween was visible in every single corner of the fair.

Still, all you could think of was her. What are you going to talk about? Will Legolas be there, too? Perhaps you should eat something before going out, your stomach was starting to grumble but the stress prevented you from eating anything quite successfully. You were present few minutes ahead of time (speaking of making a good first impression) and you felt like waiting for her will be the worst part of it all. Once you start to talk, things should go smooth from that point.

Right…?

“There you are!” Tauriel’s voice cut through the cacophony of mechanical melodies, children’s giggling and screams of those who dared to try the hammer ride, and it was both the most breath-taking and frightening moment of your life. Slowly, you spun around to face her and saw the gentle smile on her sharp features. “I started to worry you won’t come.”

Quick peek over her shoulder proved you that she had no company this time. Just you and her.

“Why shouldn’t I?” You sighed with relief after your recent discovery. “I told you I’ll be here. Besides, I’d let you know beforehand if something happened.”

“I’m glad it didn’t then.” She looked at the booth you were standing next to and eyed the spooky themed candies before continuing. “Should we head to the main attraction of the day or do you want to buy something?”

Even though you liked the bat-shaped lollipop, you have forgotten about it already and agreed to go with her. The screams of those stuck on the rollercoaster did not create the most romantic mood but all you could think of was how picturesque her long hair looked in this peculiar scenery, ginger colour fitting her green blouse perfectly.

You wondered how would it feel to run your fingers through them.

The house of mirrors was an excellent choice for the first attraction to attend to, and you were proud that it was your idea to try it out. It was not as extreme as some rides and you had an opportunity to hear Tauriel laugh out loud, which happened to be yet another of her many advantages—her voice so carefree and fresh like a spring morning. Or maybe, you were simply growing too poetical around her.

“The labyrinth was fun,” she stated once you were out of the hall. “But I have to admit I lost the tracks at some point.”

“And why didn’t you tell me so? I told you I can find a way out just fine.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the great first impression. Plus, I was supposed to be the guide, right?” She winked at you.

“Next time I’m going to be the guide. No getting lost and certainly no mirrors which make your face look like a smashed potato.”

Tauriel chuckled and agreed with your words.

“Certainly. But you have to admit, the one which made us really tall was interesting. I suppose I could get used to being that tall.”

“It would suit you well,” you nodded and felt the next sentence leave past your lips before you managed to stop it. “And your adorable pointy ears.”

Tauriel suddenly stood still and reached her ears with the hands, replying to you before the wave of embarrassment managed to drown you completely:

“Do you really think they’re pointy?” She touched the tips, her expression unreadable.

Vaguely gesturing, you tried to desperately think of an answer which would not discredit you in her eyes.

“I think they’re pretty. A little bit pointy, yes, but I always thought it gives you this mystical look. Like an elf or something...” With every next word, your tone was becoming quieter, until you finished your sentence with a forced smile, hoping that you managed to convince her that you meant no harm.

For a moment, she did not answer you, instead tilting her head to the side and then lightening up, before saying:

“Well then, thank you for the compliment. Still, I believe they’re not even partly as ravishing as your eyes, my dear.”

Contrary to the previous idea, the one Tauriel came up with appeared as more concerning in your opinion. It was not the matter of being scared per se, but rather the possibility of doing something reckless in front of her. You wanted her to like you, to think of you as no less interesting than all the boys she was surrounded with, and even though you knew that you cared about her opinion way more than you should, it was impossible to stop. Not now, when your repressed feelings were finally finding a way out. It could be the only one opportunity to impress her and you were certainly not going to waste it on anxiety.

Or so you thought.

“It’s a really, really bad idea,” you whispered after crossing yet another corridor in the haunted house. “I don’t like it at all, it’s way too quiet.”

“It can only mean one thing,” Tauriel pointed out matter-of-factly. “Soon we’ll witness something spooky.”

Holding your breath, you did your best to not let the heart jump out of your ribcage. You were as close to Tauriel as possible, naturally, keeping in mind to not cross the line of her personal space. As much as you wanted to hold her hand, you were not sure if she would approve it. The corridor, on the other hand, seemed to be endless, decorated in fake webs, some splattered blood and other remotely disturbing decorations, none of which jumped on you all of a sudden.

The booth with candies was much more entertaining but right now there was no coming back, nor time to complain.

Tauriel stopped abruptly and placed a finger to her lips, only then pointing at the closed door you reached to. There was no way it was going to be simply a part of decorations, you admitted bitterly, surely you were being watched and had to experience a pitiful attempt to frighten you based on primal, human instincts and yet—

You did not expect for the hairy monster to jump at you so suddenly but even less did you expect Tauriel to grab your hand, shield you with her body and pull you after herself further into the corridor. From the perspective of running, all the stuffed creatures were not as scary as they could be if you paid the whole attention to them and even if you did, Tauriel’s fingers closed on your wrist were enough to make you focus on something completely, completely different.

She was holding your hand, Tauriel was holding your cold, clammy hand as you both ran through the haunted house, avoiding the jump scares and traps and laughing so hard that your stomach started to hurt. Maybe it was the nerves which made you act so ridiculously or maybe in that moment you were ironically the happiest person on the whole planet, when nothing but you two mattered—you, your connected hands and the silly run through the corridor full of plastic figures and eerie sounds.

No kind of love tunnel could bring as much adoration from you as the haunted house on that windy, autumn afternoon.

When you finally managed to find a way out, you noticed how Tauriel’s cheeks were slightly redden from the effort and emotions but the smile on her face still lasted and the spark of joy present in her gaze as she looked at you.

“Are you alright?” she asked and let go of your hand, muttering. “Sorry for your sleeve.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Yeah, I’m fine. But I suppose I’ve had enough for one day.”

“And for the rest of my life, too,” she admitted and noticing your puzzled expression, quickly added. “I’m not really fond of those places, you know. But I can’t say this idea wasn’t successful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Playing your knight in shining armour against that bear-like-whatever was quite entertaining.”

This time you were more than sure that she winked at you, there was no mistake, her playful expression proved that well.

“Oh…” you were speechless. “Well then, I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because next time I’m going to use my marvellous skills with a bow and arrow to slay the dragon. But first, what would my princess say for a cup of mulled wine?”

You allowed her fingers to meet yours in a delicate grasp, when you slowly headed back to the food booths, all the anxiety leaving you as soon as you felt the cold air on your skin and Tauriel’s hand upon yours once again.

“She’d like that,” you nodded. “Very much so.”

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Doppelganger Part 2 (Whittaker!master X Reader)

Summary: The Master has decided that she’s not done with you

Words: 2.4k

Authors note: Mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn the way she’s got me whipped rn... 

Warnings: emotional manipulation, the Master in general

Part One    

   Things on the TARDIS had been… awkward to say the least. The Doctor had spent two days taking care of you and asking questions. Then, after those two days, it was like a wall was suddenly erected between the two of you and you hardly spoke. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was no apparent reason for her shortness other than the ‘other’ Master. 

Once in a while, you would catch her staring at you with a look in her eyes that nearly brought you to tears without feeling what she was. How did you even bring a situation like that up, or begin to explain it? 

   Thankfully, the shock, pain, and bruises became a lot less intense as time passed. Your adventuring resume had provided you with quite the tolerance for the three staples. There were still stubborn remnants though. The gentle touch of her hand before the sting of pain, the Doctor's voice perverted into yelling and commanding, her eyes as you were carried away; furious yet… calculating. 

   Then, sometimes you would find yourself staring at her, when she wasn’t doing the same to you. It was surrealism to a new level- the women you loved, same as always, even after seeing her (but not her) hurt you so badly. You hated the few times you would see her out of the corner of your eyes and jump on account of seeing the Master in her place. 

   The Doctor had insisted that you come on their next adventure, even though you’d asked if you could spend a day inside the TARDIS to relax. You supposed she didn’t want whatever happened before happening again and leaving you with her. So, you agreed, even if you weren’t excited like usual. 

   You were trailing behind the Doctor and the fam, unable to become fully present. The planet was nice, at least. Long winding tree’s stretched towards a dark purple sky, where 6 suns sparkled. You were hiking on a trail headed towards the peak of Banton, where you would be able to see the seventh moon from it’s height. 

   Nothing dangerous had happened yet, but deep down you could feel that something was wrong. Every alien on-planet seemed… tense. Artificial, almost. Their eyes followed you and you alone, and you could sense them still following you even into the wilderness. You heard shuffling in the bush behind you and curled your hand into a nervous fist. 

“Doc-” You started. You were cut off by a tug on your arm, hard enough to nearly dislocate your shoulder. Your back slammed against a tree and the air was knocked out of you in one moment, a gloved hand pressing against your lips to keep you quiet. Red twinged at the edges of your eyesight from the pain and you tried to push outwards against whoever had hurt you. 

“Careful love. Relax.” Then, everything disappeared in a bright blue light. 

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Not again, you thought, as you woke up for the second time in immense pain. You immediately shot upwards, ecstatic to find that your limbs were not bound this time. Then, confusion set in. You weren’t in a chair or a dark, scary room.

    There was a soft orange light covering the room. You could make out bookshelves, filled to maximum capacity. In the corner was a large vanity, the mirror extending to the ceiling. Reflected in the mirror was you, panicked and covered in a blanket you were realizing was very comfortable. And next to you-

You jumped up again and nearly fell off the bed when a hand reached out and grabbed your collar, yanking you forward. 

“I said relax.” 

   The Master didn’t even look at you, eyes pointed at the pages of her book. Her fist was still curled around the fabric of your shirt, holding you in place. You tried to pull again only to be greeted with an eye roll. 

“Do I need to tie you up again? Relax” she demanded through gritted teeth. She slowly let go of your shirt and you sank back into a sitting position on the bed. 

“How?” Was the first out of many questions you asked. 

“You don’t need to know that. What sort of food do you like?” 

“Food from my own universe, thank you. I’d like to go back to it” 

“You don’t have to go back to it.” 

“Yes, I do” 

“No you don’t.”

“And why is that?” you exclaimed impatiently. 

“Because you never left your universe” Your eyes widened. 

“What d’you mean?” 

“I mean what I said. Now, I answered your question, dear. I believe I’m owed.” 

   You blinked, watching her doggy-ear her page and set the book on the nightstand. She stared back at you, eyes narrowed. You felt yourself blush involuntarily at the attention. She was still wearing the same outfit from the other day, but it was buttoned up once more. You stubbornly shoved the image of the opposite case out of your mind. 

“W-which question was that again?” You stammered. She shifted, laying on her side with her head propped up on her hand. 

“I asked what food you like.” You thought for a moment, trying to decipher any hidden trick lying in the question. You gave her your nervous reply, and she nodded, then pointed across the room. Hanging off the vanity was a long dress. “Put it on.” 

   Then, she pushed herself off the bed and walked out of the room. For a moment, you could swear you heard her chuckling to herself. Immediately you searched around the room for a way out other than the door. There were no windows, though, and no obvious forms of communication lying around. Giving in (for the briefest of moments only, you told yourself) You tugged the dress into your arms and put it on. 

   Her TARDIS console room was different than your Doctors. There were still columns surrounding the console, but they were grey and pointy near the ceiling. The ‘round things’ still covered the walls, but their orange was violent, like fire. Their light was the only thing keeping the console room from drowning in total darkness. The Masters form was nothing but a black shadow, toying with the buttons and levers with an careful expertise. 

   She heard your footsteps and turned. Although the shadows concealed most of her face, you could make out her smirk and approving stare. You tried to make out her outfit but she stepped back into the shadows more. 

“If we’re still in my universe, how did you get here?” You asked. You didn’t want to consider the possibilities and plans running through her mind or the dangers of having two Masters - one of which was a spitting image of the Doctor- running around. 

“How about you save the questions until after dinner?” She murmured. 

“Dinner?” 

“Yes, dinner. What do you think, that I asked what food you liked so I could erase it from existence? Oo-!” She perked up. It was scary how much her excitement reminded you of the Doctor. “I could do that. Maybe if you’re a bad girl.” 

    You stepped back into the shadows yourself so that she wouldn’t take advantage of the warmth burning across your face. This was all too confusing. It was embarrassing and weird and wow, there was too much going on inside and outside of your head. A gloved hand slid under your chin, tilting your face upwards. You met her eyes, shrinking under the weight of them. 

“How long has it been for you, since we met?” 

“Couple of days.” She nodded, stepping back. 

“Come.” 

   You stepped out of the TARDIS with her, somewhat ashamedly shielding yourself behind her. She seemed to take note of the fact with a smile. You seemed to be in a restaurant of sorts, although not one on Earth. Aliens of all sorts dined at tables on several levels, all of which were lit so beautifully you nearly forgot that your date was a genocidal maniac wearing your crushes face. 

   You let the Master deal with all the talking, carefully listening in in case she let anything slip. To your disappointment, she didn’t, and you were led to your table. While you walked you found yourself once again greedily eyeing her outfit. It was very... fitting. The red shirt had remained the same, her black pants hugging her form tightly. You scolded yourself for getting distracted. 

“Don’t try anything or I’ll slit the throat of everyone here,” the Master promised.

    Hearing such a violent thing be said in the Doctor’s voice immediately ripped you out of your admiring state and you didn’t sit down. Somehow, the food had already been prepared for you. This was ridiculous- looking around, everyone was on a date. This was a date. 

“Alright, just come out with the plan.” You demanded. The Master shot a glare towards the hostess, who scurried away with a yelp.

“What plan? How do you know I have a plan?” 

“Don’t you always?” You spat. “Listen… this has gone on far enough. The Doctor will find me.” 

“Oh great,” The master said with a groan. “You’re playing the damsel-in-distress angle. Classic, but not what I was looking for on this particular outing. Sit.” 

“No” You insisted. “Why should I? You hurt me” 

“I barely touched you” She said with an eye roll. She pulled your chair out for you, pointing at it. “Now, if you’re done whining, I believe your food is getting cold.” 

   She reached into her pocket and you could see the classic shape of the tissue compression eliminator. So, you thought. Not much difference between universes then. 

   You took a seat, pushing yourself in so that she couldn’t. She huffed and took the seat opposite from you, starting her meal. As she cut into her steak you looked down at your own food, unable to deny that you were hungry. 

“It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you’re thinking. Eat, I have some things to discuss with you after.” 

    Deciding not to get on her nerves any longer, you silently ate your food. Amazingly, the Master hadn’t lied. You remained alive, enjoying the superb cooking. The Master was silent too, for once, although she seemed rather twitchy, like she was eager to jump up from the seat and cause chaos where she stood. She took a sip of her blood-red wine and began to speak. 

“Do you know the first rule of travelling with the Doctor, Y/n?” 

“Don’t run off?” 

“The Doctor lies” She said lowly. “Tell me, is she still sticking to her usual formula? Telling you that you’re important, that she’ll take you to every corner of the universe, that she’ll take care of you?” 

   You swallowed your food and winced as it stuck in your throat. This is just her trying to get a rise out of you, you told yourself. “I am important” You argued. “She has taken me to many corners of the universe and she does take care of me” 

She gave a small tsk and reached across the table to place her hand over yours. You tried to yank it back but she had an iron grip, digging her nails into the skin on your wrist. 

“Tell me, Y/n, if you’re so important to her, do you know about all her other friends? Her lovers?” 

    You couldn’t break yourself away from the eye contact, trying not to show any emotion. You didn’t, really. The Doctor hadn’t even told you what planet she was from until a couple of months ago. The Master could tell that you didn’t know, too. It made you sick. 

“I wonder… so many lovers here right now, eating. How much of a coincidence would it be if the Doctor were here, right now?” Your muscles tensed. What was she talking about? She feigned curiosity, eyes scanning the room until they landed on a table in the far corner of the room. 

“Oh, look at that. Aren’t they lovely.” You refused to follow her gaze and as a result, she grabbed your chin and forced your head towards the table. It wasn’t any two people you recognized, but you could sense familiarity in the man sitting there. He wasn’t your Doctor per say but- 

“Her 12th face. Technically. Who’s that sitting with him you might ask?” 

“Stop.” 

“His adoring wife!” She said gleefully. Your chin wobbled and you moved your eyes away from them. The Doctor was so old, you figured she would’ve loved others before you. But knowing was different then seeing and having it used against you. 

   The Master dropped your chin, laughing when your head quickly fell. You didn’t realize you’d been leaning into her supporting hand. She silenced herself with another sip of wine, watching you carefully. 

"Been together ages, them. Granted, not nearly as long as me and the Doctor have-” She didn’t finish. “Did the Doctor tell you about the 24 years they spent on this planet?"

 You took a bite and ate your food slower, determined not to give in. But she was just as stubborn- she glared at you impatiently. 

"I- I didn't know she had a wife" You admitted. Regret immediately stabbed through your tongue; you'd given her ammo, now.

"Neither did I, at first. I told you, dear. That’s the first rule. The Doctor lies" You ignored her again, trying to process your feelings. It was a little hard, given the situation. She sighed. “I wouldn’t lie to you, y/n. Well, that’s a lie. I would lie to you. I will lie to you. But I’ll have the decency to admit my dishonesty” 

“Well that’s very… honest of you” You murmur instinctively. She blinked. 

“Regardless.” She seethed. “I usually don’t keep pets-”

 “Companions.” 

“Companions. But I'd be willing to make an exception for you” Your heart stops, caught completely off guard. 

“I’m sorry- what?” 

“The rules are simple. You come with me, no one dies. You refuse, or you try to contact your precious Doctor, and I burn the universe I came from.” She held up a small wooden box, twirling it around in her fingers. “It’s called the moment. Timelord technology, but modified. I press the button on this bad-boy and the entire universe collapses before you can scream my name” 

   You stared at the box in horror, unsure of what to do. She wouldn’t would she? But she’s not the Doctor, you reminded yourself. She would. But why?

“B-but that's your whole universe! What would you even do?!?” You try to tug your hand back again but she nearly claws at it. 

“Stay here with you. Then we could watch your universe burn next. Wouldn’t that be fun?” You look around the restaurant, frantically trying to get someone's attention, hoping someone could notice your panic. She chuckled, pocketing the Moment. “Don’t bother. Perception filter. It’s just you and I, love” 

“Fine” You spat.There was no time to consider logistics or options. “Just- don’t hurt anyone please” 

   The last thing you wanted was a body count and the Master could make that happen in a split second. All you could do was hope that the Doctor would find you. Until then… you would have to follow her every order. You would have to let her become your Master. 

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All in the Family

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 4,150 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Both Linny and Drarry, Meet the Family, The Talk, Mentions of Ginny having tattoos, because she'd look awesome in tattoos and i just had to add that in, POV Ginny Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy

Summary: There comes a time in many romantic relationships when you have to meet the family. It’s usually nerve-wracking and awkward and something to be dreaded. Take a peek into Ginny’s and Draco’s minds during this step.

Story:

Ginny took a deep breath and squinted at her image in the mirror. She looked like her usual self, but a little neater: hair in a sleek ponytail, skin tanned from hours of practice and games, far too many freckles for her liking, but not a thing she could help, brightly colored tattoos wiggling on her arms. She smoothed hands over cropped jeans that probably sported a few too many holes. Did the green shirt make her look like a Christmas tree? No, Luna called it kelly green, not Christmas green. She said it complimented her skin and freckles, which she liked far better than Ginny did. She smiled at the thought.

“You look lovely, dear,” the mirror told her. But the mirror always said that, being owned by Luna who was (1) Ginny’s girlfriend and therefore prone to overcomplimenting and (2) a ball of sunshine even in the darkest times and would never own a mirror that wasn’t similarly inclined.

“It’s not too butch? Is it butch enough? I need to give the perfect impression here: respectable but not a floor mat. Meeting the family doesn’t happen every day.”

“You look like a beautiful summer day.”

Ginny huffed. Help would not come from this corner, apparently. She was about to call in her girlfriend, but Luna must have felt Ginny’s need, as she somehow always did, because she wandered in just then, putting on her earrings as she walked. She beamed.

“You look like a beautiful summer day!”

Ginny could feel the mirror puffing up behind her. She rolled her eyes.

“But is it good for a first impression?”

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Luna frowned and tilted her head. “But it’s not a first impression. You’ve known him for years.”

“But not …” Ginny began, waving her arms when the words wouldn’t come. “Not like this. With romantic intention or whatever.” She wiped sweaty hands on her trousers again. “I have to give off a specific impression today. I have to be firm but, ugh, friendly.”

“You’re always friendly.” Luna smiled dreamily. “I remember when we first met, when your family invited mine to dinner. Your brothers were so loud, and you were too at first. It was overwhelming. But then you stopped fighting with them and came over to me. You smiled like the sun and said, ‘I like your hat.’”

“It was a very cool hat.”

They hadn’t seen much of each other before Hogwarts, but Ginny had always liked the rare occasions she got to spend with the odd, quiet little girl who was one of her nearest wizarding neighbors. She was so much the opposite of the rowdy Weasleys—calm, thoughtful, so very smart, and most importantly, a girl her age. It was peaceful and fun being with Luna.

Realizing how good being around Luna felt was what made Ginny finally break things off with Harry the year before. Harry was always in slight opposition to whatever life threw at him. Yes, he weathered storms durably, but he was never … comfortable. Content. Even after she talked him out of joining the aurors—which had at least taken off some of the pressure to be the perfect Boy Who Lived Twice—he still seemed restless. Even with Ginny. Especially with Ginny. So she’d let go of her dream of marrying the boy she’d had a crush on for as long as she could remember and soon after had fallen into the arms of someone who made her feel more wanted and loved and perfect than she’d ever felt before. Life was better now, with Luna to help ground her. Perhaps Ginny had been at odds with life too. She and Harry were very alike in some ways.

Which brought her back to her current dilemma.

“I’m not going for happy summer day vibes, though.”

Luna’s eyebrows crinkled. “What vibes are you aiming for then?”

Ginny rubbed an arm. “Ummm. Respectable but intimidating?” At the skeptical look from her girlfriend, she continued. “I can be intimidating.”

Luna smiled softly and laid her hands on Ginny’s cheeks. “Of course you are. You wouldn’t be a starting chaser for the Holyhead Harpies if you weren’t intimidating.”

Ginny snorted. “Are you ever going to get tired of stating my full position title? I was moved up to starter, like, four months ago.”

“Never!” Luna said with a grin.

After giving her a quick peck on the lips, Ginny turned back to the mirror, and Luna put her arms around her waist from behind. “Why do you need to be intimidating for family dinner?”

“Because it’s not just family dinner. It’s meet the family dinner. I have to give the right impression.”

“Which would be intimidating?” Luna’s breath and the vibration of her voice tickled Ginny’s neck. She liked it.

“Yes.”

“Even though you’ve met before. Many times.”

“Yes.”

There was a pause. “I still don’t get it.”

Ginny sighed and turned in her girlfriend’s arms. “This is Harry.”

“Whom you’ve known since you were ten. Whom you’ve dated. Twice.”

“I don’t want to intimidate Harry.”

Understanding smoothed out Luna’s face and widened her eyes. “Oh. You’re protective of him.”

“Yes!”

“Is Draco intimidatable?”

“Is intimidatable a word?”

“It is now.”

“Then yes, he is. I remember his pointy little ferret face completely blanching when I threatened him with hexes.” Good times …

“Your bat bogey hex is pretty frightening. Also, you should be nice.”

“It’s fucking Malfoy. I’m still not sure how Harry is even dating him. And I’m ninety percent sure I don’t like that they’re dating. Ugh. Malfoy. I’m getting annoyed just thinking about it.” She buried her face in Luna’s shoulder. She smelled like lilacs and sparkles. Ginny wasn’t sure how she managed the latter, but it was true. She smelled like sparkles. It was nice.

“You promised Harry you’d stop hating him. And you promised your father before that.”

“Ugh. I know. But it’s Malfoy. He’s an arse!”

“Ginny.” Luna’s voice turned stern, as it only rarely did, so Ginny straightened up.

“Sorry. I really am trying. It’s just … Harry hated him for so long, and he used to say such mean things to us, especially to Hermione. My brain has trouble believing he’s changed enough for Harry to fall for him. Are you certain he’s not under a spell or love potion?”

“Ginny.”

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed. “He helped you when you were a prisoner at the manor. And he kept Harry from being recognized. It’s just …”

“It’s hard to flip around what you knew about him all through school.”

“Mmm,” Ginny grunted in agreement, going in for another hug. Luna hugs were the best. She always felt so protected and calmed in a Luna hug.

Luna tightened her arms in a squeeze before letting go and stepping back. “I think the dark gray button-down and the obsidian necklace I got you for your birthday, if you’re going for intimidating.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows before shucking the green tee and rifling through the wardrobe for the suggested top instead. “You’re helping me?”

“Well, I was actually going to suggest it anyway. George told me that since Bill isn’t able to come, you should give Draco the ‘you hurt him, and I break your kneecaps’ talk. Ron can’t give it, because he’ll just get yell-y, and he’s not terribly intimidating even like that. And George is afraid he might actually break Draco’s kneecaps, and he can’t go to Azkaban right now, what with the baby on the way. And Percy would just put him to sleep explaining the details.”

Laughing as she buttoned up her shirt, Ginny privately agreed. Being a professional athlete meant she’d had to learn rein in her temper, and she’d always been closest to Bill in temperament anyway. “We could ask Charlie to swoop in on a dragon. That might work.”

“George asked, but apparently he’s busy watching over this year’s births. He offered to send a howler though.” Luna’s expression said that she thought these were perfectly reasonable suggestions.

That sounded about right for her brothers too. “We’ll keep that tactic on reserve in case my intimidation doesn’t work. I dunno about being the one giving the talk, though. I thought I was just going to glare at him across the table all through dinner …” She finished rolling up her sleeves to her elbows, letting the bottom half of her tattoo sleeves show on her forearms. She eyed her image critically. “Better? Are you sure about the necklace? I need to be more butch, don’t I? To be intimidating?”

Luna shook her head, taking the ends of said necklace to clasp them behind Ginny’s neck. “Draco likes classy. He’d probably be more impressed if you wore black trousers, but then you wouldn’t be you.” She wrinkled her nose, and Ginny agreed with the sentiment. She lived in jeans and trainers, only owning black trousers to wear at semi-formal events for work. Not to mention that her brothers, Harry included, would take the mickey if she showed up in something beyond her regular clothes.

She sighed a final time and turned to her girlfriend. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Ugh. But I swear, if he is at all acting like an arsehole, I will cut a bitch.”

***

Draco wiped his sweaty palms on the sofa fabric for the eightieth time in the twenty minutes he’d been at the Weasley abode. He’d met them all before, of course. Most of them had attended school with him. And he’d seen them at his trial. Arthur had even been kind enough to shake his hand after he’d been cleared of the worst of his charges. Granted, it hadn’t been completely out of kindness. Draco’s community service sentence had been to work in Arthur’s office for two years after his release, so he’d also been officially introducing himself as Draco’s supervisor. But even with the formality of it, Arthur had seemed kind. Serious, yes, but not in any way malicious or aloof, which was more than how the Malfoys had addressed the Weasleys in the past.

And Draco had quickly become comfortable around the eccentric man. Arthur might come off as a bit kooky, but he was ever the professional at work, and Draco appreciated that, along with being so thankful that the man wouldn’t continue to punish him for his past (terrible) choices. So yes, he’d worked with Arthur for two years, and gone to school with most of the other Weasleys, but this was different. This wasn’t just dinner with friendly acquaintances (though only Arthur fell into that category), this was meeting the family as the romantic partner of their practically adopted son/brother.

He and Harry hadn’t been dating that long, and the only Weasleys he’d interacted with since the relationship had begun were Percy and Ron. Percy was fine, if a little dry, and even Ron had graduated from angry scowls to only looking like he had a slightly upset stomach. But the other Weasleys were more unknown. Luckily Bill and Charlie were busy, so tonight that only left Molly, George, and Ginny (“if you call her the Weaselette, Draco, I will hurt you,” Luna had warned during their latest tea date). At least he’d had some interactions with Molly and George back when he and Harry were still just friends and he had with Arthur for two years, but Ginny he probably hadn’t said a dozen words to since they’d left school.

So even though the brothers might be intimidating, Ginny was the unknown. Harry swore they were completely over each other, and closer now as almost siblings than they had been as paramours, but Draco wasn’t sure what to think of her. He’d tossed out jealousy pretty early. Harry only ever spoke of her in the fond way of close friends/family. But that still left a lot of unknowns. He’d been on the wrong end of her hexes on several occasions, and she was a chaser for a professional quidditch team (one of the scariest teams out there, no less), so he knew she had both bark and bite. It was likely she’d employ some intimidation tactics, but would it stop there? Was she jealous of him? He didn’t think so, hearing Luna wax poetic about her constantly during their tea dates. But there could still be some genuine hate from her. Nothing he didn’t deserve, though.

He wished Luna and Ginny would just show up already, so he could get this dinner thing over with. Harry warned that there would probably be a “hurt him and I’ll hurt you” threat taking place that evening, but he didn’t know who had drawn the short straw on that. Unless they went in for a four-pronged attack from all of the present siblings. Merlin, he hoped not.

As if he’d summoned them with his thoughts, the two women burst through the door, calling out greetings to everyone else. Ginny headed for the kitchen without a glance at Draco, but Luna brightened further and made a beeline for the sofa.

She gave him a quick hug. “I would say you clean up well except …”

“Except I always look this good?”

“I was going to say except that you could still use some work, but if you want to go with yours, that’s fine. What’s important is that you believe it.” Her smile was deceptively serene, and the glitter in her hair and the fairy necklace didn’t help present her as anything other than innocent. But Draco knew better after years of slowly cultivating their friendship.

Draco clutched his heart in mock hurt. “Harsh. When does the girlfriend start full-time training again? I think you’re spending too much time together.”

Luna’s effervescent smile dimmed a little. “In three weeks. This will be our first full season as a couple. From what I gather, I’ll barely see her between the start of training and their first season game.”

Draco felt similar trepidation. School would be starting soon, and Harry would be a full-time professor for the first time this year. He’d spent the last few years tutoring and job shadowing while waiting for the current DADA professor to retire, so they were somewhat used to being apart as friends, but never as a couple.

(It was odd knowing that Hogwarts had employed the same DADA professor for six years running; odder still to think of perpetual disaster Harry James Potter as a professor. Draco really wished he’d use the hair potion Draco had bought him a few weeks ago; he needed to look more professional, but Harry had argued that if Dumbledore and Snape could get away with long, shaggy hair, so could he. Draco knew a losing argument when he saw one, so he’d given up after a week.)

Beyond Harry’s soon-to-be-full schedule after a summer of freedom, the two of them had only been dating for a few months, and Draco wasn’t sure how the change in daily routine would affect them. Harry tried to subdue the worries, but Draco saw that he was hiding some qualms of his own. They’d each only been in one prior relationship, so there was a chance that any change would break them apart.

Luna, reading his mind, as always, swooped in for another hug. “It’ll be fine,” she whispered in his ear before pulling back. How did she do that? “Your face, silly. You’re an open book. Not to mention, I got to hear you list your worries ad nauseum during tea last week.”

She had him there. “I just want tonight to be over already.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed in sympathy. “I remember how my meet-the-family dinner went. Oh! I wanted to warn you. Ginny’s giving you The Talk tonight.”

Draco leaned back in surprise. “Just her?” If any single one of the Weasleys was going to give him The Talk, he’d have expected one of the older ones, or maybe Ron, because he and Harry were best friends. But Draco had never expected The Talk from solely the youngest (and only female) sibling. Her status as the baby should have kept her out of the running. Just because Draco lived in constant slight terror to this day of being hit by one of her hexes, he didn’t expect the others to feel the same.

“Well, she’s most similar to Bill, isn’t she. The others know you’d respect it more coming from her.”

“Yeah, I reckon. Do you know when she’s going to do it?”

Before she could answer, Ginny entered the sitting room and addressed the others who peppered the space. “George and Ron, Harry and Dad need help outside.”

The two men looked up from where they were brainstorming new ideas for the shop, shrugged, then left the room. Hermione looked up from the baby jumper she was knitting for George and Angelina’s upcoming baby—at least, she said it was a jumper; it looked more like a lumpy blue snowball with arms.

“They’re not still trying to charm the new car, are they?” Ginny gave her a “what do you think” look, and Hermione sighed, dropped the knitting, and followed the others outside.

“I’m going to see if Molly and Angelina want help in the kitchen,” Luna added with a sympathetic look at Draco before hurrying out as well, the traitor.

Draco took a deep breath. “So it’s to be you, then? Lose a bet?”

Ginny looked a little stunned, then reluctantly amused. She dropped down onto the coffee table across from him. “I’d like to think I won.”

She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, and the dragon tattoo on her right arm blew out an inky flame, as if to back her up. She looked more serious than usual, which was enhanced by the dark button-down she wore, so in opposition to her usual bright but scruffy t-shirts. She still sported holey trousers and her grungy trainers, though, but she made it work. Or maybe Draco was just getting inured to the sloppy look, dating someone who wore the same style like a uniform. He looked down to see that he still had on his own high-end trousers and button-down and relaxed a bit in relief.

He waved a hand so she’d get started. The sooner they talked, the sooner they’d be done, the sooner dinner would be done, the sooner he could get back home and revel in the warmth of Harry’s body in bed next to his (Harry called it cuddling, but Draco never would, ugh).

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Look. I know Dad respects you, so I learned to stop hating you a while ago.” She sighed. “And for whatever strange reason, Luna likes you, so I can admit that you’ve probably changed from the utter fucking dickhead you were in school.”

Draco choked on his own saliva. He’d forgotten she had the same sailor mouth Harry did. Or maybe he’d never known. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, given her whole … persona. Still, Luna was all rainbows and puppies about her, and Harry talked about her like a little sister, so he forgot sometimes that she was an adult and a quidditch star with the mouth to go along with it.

She glared, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, thank you. I appreciate that. Go on.”

“Thanks,” she said with so much sarcasm, he could practically hear the “I hate it” she didn’t voice. “So yeah, you’ve changed. You’re a new fucking man. Bright and shiny new leaves turned over. Whatever.” She sat up straight, her eyes boring through Draco so hard, he expected to feel two dots of heat on his forehead. “I’ll even say I’m okay with you two dating, even though it’s completely weird. I never thought I’d see the day someone in our family dated a Malfoy.”

She spit out his name out in a way that made him think back to an altercation their dads had had in Diagon Alley years ago. Harry had been there too, now that he thought about it. Her tone now was the same as Arthur’s had been then. Trying so hard to be a respectful adult, but barely hiding anger underneath. He didn’t think she was quite as okay as she claimed. He really didn’t blame her. His family was bad news. He shrugged, hoping he’d convey that the idea was still weird to him too. Him. Dating Harry Potter. What alternate universe had they fallen into?

“But Harry really likes you,” she continued, “and I trust him. I think.” A wrinkled eyebrow said otherwise, but Draco kept mum. “He’s an adult, and so if he wants to date you, that’s his prerogative. But know this.” She leaned forward again. “You even look at him wrong, and I’ll dropkick you so hard into last Tuesday, that even if we hadn’t destroyed all of the ministry’s time turners, you still wouldn’t be able to get back. Got it?”

He tried to tell himself they were just words. This was a ritual every new boyfriend went through. It was normal. But then again, this was Harry Potter. Nothing about him was normal, and that included his family. Draco had seen Ginevra Weasley in battle, and he’d been subjected to her hexes in school. She’d dated Harry and must therefore know the feeling of wanting to wrap him in cotton fluff and hide him from the cruel world. They weren’t just words to her. She meant business, and he appreciated that. They both wanted the best for Harry, and if Draco failed to be that, he deserved whatever punishment she and her clan would mete out to him.

“Thank you.”

She jerked her head back and frowned. “What?”

“Harry deserves to have the fiercest warriors in his corner. I’m glad he has friends and family who will be that for him.”

“Hm. Yes, he does.” Despite her words, she looked suspicious.

“And, in that vein,” he continued with a spark of realization, “you hurt Luna, and it’ll take them a month remove all the curses from you.”

She cocked her head for a moment, then relaxed her shoulders and almost smiled. “Deal.”

She held out a hand, and he took it, wondering if his own was about to be crushed so hard, he’d need SkeleGrow to knit his bones back together. Her grip was firm to the point of being uncomfortable, but after they shook, all of his bones still seemed to be in place and whole.

A call came from Molly in the kitchen then, so they both stood, back to feeling slightly awkward with each other. Just as they were about to head through the door, Ginny put a hand on his wrist. Draco looked over at her face in question.

“Um, Harry. He’s … he’s really happy these days. The happiest I’ve ever seen him. Thank you.” Her face was soft, and the most open Draco had ever seen it.

“I’m glad you think so.” Uncomfortable with the serious mood coming from a Weasley, he smirked. “Luna seems to be rubbing off on you as well. I think this is the most cleaned up I’ve ever seen you. Not bad, Weasley the Youngest.”

She barked out a short laugh, then got an evil glint in her eye. “I’m glad you approve, since I stole this shirt from your wardrobe. Who wears such drab colors voluntarily? I’d be getting hives from it if I didn’t have my tats to liven it up.”

He let out a surprised laugh of his own, which was drowned out by the lively mess of humans crowding around the kitchen table. He’d survived The Talk with the scariest Weasley (besides Bill). He felt confident he could survive the rest of the family.

***

After they’d apparated back to their flat, Luna jumped on Ginny to give one of the octopus hugs Ginny loved. After a quick peck on her cheek, Luna snuggled closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Any particular reason at this moment, or just my general awesomeness?”

Luna giggled. “You are pretty awesome, but it’s not just that this time.”

Realization dawned in Ginny. “Were you spying on my talk with Mal- Draco?”

“No.” Luna shook her head vehemently, eyes wide. “But I saw the way you two looked when you came into the kitchen afterward.”

“Which was …?” Ginny prepared herself for any number bubbly adjectives about to come out of her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Like two adults who have come to an agreement of mutual respect.”

Eyebrow raised, Ginny only said, quite intelligently, “hmm.”

“But also adorable and chummy. I saw the way you were smiling, Ginevra.”

“And there’s the girlfriend I know and love,” Ginny said drily, but she gave said girlfriend a kiss.

“I’m proud of you.”

Ginny grinned. “Good. I like making you proud.”

Luna hummed. “My respectable, beautiful, starting chaser quidditch star girlfriend.”

“That’s me.”

***

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Faking, Falling > Part 10

Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Fake dating! Unrequited love switcheroo!)

Word count: ~2.85 k words

Warning: None.

Summary: A real date, what say?

<< PART 9 [ MASTERLIST ] PART 11 >>

You were moving some of your daily use stuff from your suitcase to the cupboard when you heard Harrison groaning behind you. You turned to face him. He was shifting in the bed. He kicked the covers off his body with his feet while his eyes were still closed. He groggily smashed the pillow over his head to cover his ears. He must have been bothered by the mild screeching sounds that the cupboard door was making. You giggled at the sight.

He heard your giggles. He shifted in the bed again and threw the pillow to the other side. He sat up with a little pout on his face just like a child who was forcefully been woken up from his sleep to go to school. He lazily rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. You were still standing there watching him from the corner. And slowly you realised maybe his appearance was not exactly cute... Sandy blonde curls scattered all over his forehead and in all other directions. His face was a bit flushed and his chiselled naked torso was shining because of the scorching rays of the sun that had made their way inside your room. His trousers were hanging low on his waist and you could read Calvin---

"What time is it?" You heard him say. His voice was hoarse and you could feel the vibrations reverberating in your stomach as if his appearance wasn't enough. Your cheeks and ears felt like burning. You cleared your throat looking at him, he was stretching his arms over his head, yawning.

"Around half-past one, I guess," You said and he jerked up his head at your words, arms paused in mid-air.

"What??!!" He almost shouted in shock. His hands haphazardly searched for his phone on the side table (almost dropping it in the process). He checked the time himself.

01:26 pm

"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath. "Why didn't you wake me up?" He seemed offended.

"You had a rough night. It didn't seem right to wake you up early." You answered honestly.

"Oh god. What will your parents think of me?!" He complained, throwing his head backwards.

"That you were tired."

You could sense him thinking for a few seconds.

"Do you feel better now?" You asked making him look back at you.

"Mmm," He nodded.

"Can you pass me a shirt from my suitcase?" He asked politely making his eyes to land on the suitcase that was sitting on the opposite corner of the room.

"Sure," You nodded looking down and walking towards his luggage. It's better if he covers himself.

"What's the lock code?" You asked him as you attempted to open the suitcase.

"0-0-7."

Of course. You clicked open the suitcase.

"Hey, pass my razor too." He said still sitting on the bed.

"Why don't you get up and get things yourself. This suitcase is a mess. And anyway don't you have to get up and pee or shit?" You scolded him while searching for a t-shirt in the messed up the pile of everything he decided to fit inside the little box.

"Please."

Shamelessly lazy.

"Also, you don't have any beard." You said swivelling your head to glare at him mischievously.

"I have," He said tilting his head back and tracing a finger through his jawline.

"Nah. I can't see," You said fishing out the first t-shirt that you found.

"Get my razor please, you just can't see them because my stubble is blonde."

You ignored his plead and re-locked the suitcase and walked back to the closet. Before he could say anything, you threw the t-shirt at him. It smacked right across his face. You turned to face the inside of the cupboard and continued to arrange stuff from the point you left.

You still loved teasing Harrison Osterfield.

"Get your lazy ass up. Just minutes before you were yelling about not waking you up earlier. And see now---"

"I asked for my trimmer!"

A small smirk formed on your face hearing him groan behind you, imagining his annoyed face.

"You don't have much stuff to shave, mister." You said mindfully playful, pretending to be mindlessly serious. He shuffled behind your back. Then you heard his footsteps. And then his hands were wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder, chest pressed against your back. And then he swiped his jaw across your right cheek. The hot embarrassment that was floating through your veins turned to innocent whines accompanied by occasional fits of laughter.

"Ou. Ou. Ouch." You whined in between fits of laughter as his pointy stubble rubbed against the soft skin of your cheeks. He chuckled as you struggled to get out of his grip.

"Stop," You laughed, "Harrison," You laughed hysterically.

"Why? Isn't my clean-shaven-fresh-buttery skin soft enough?" He teased. You could hear him smile through the words.

"Fuck you," You managed to utter.

"Metamorphically or literally?!" His voice sounded satirical.

Until.

Until his lips pecked the corner of your jaw. You froze in his arms. He quickly unwrapped his arms from your body.

No. You didn't freeze because you felt uncomfortable but because of how badly your heart fluttered. You liked how innocent, friendly and warm his little kiss was. His lips had barely touched your skin. Yet your stomach fluttered like a hundred butterflies were set free in a small chamber.

"I-I should stop procrastinating and head for the shower." He said, maintaining the distance between you both. You looked at him. He had already worn that t-shirt and his hands were tucked in his sweatpants' pockets. And again, his eyes were everywhere except on you. For one moment he's cheerful and full of smiles and laughs. And the other moment he's nervous. Anxious. The Harrison you knew from your workplace was cocky and snobby. You clenched your fists, feeling bold.

"Harrison look at me." You weren't sure if he listened.

You repeated, but this time your fingers grazed his jaw and he turned his head to look at you, "Look at me, Harrison." It was a whisper this time, quieter than the previous call but you were sure that he listened. His eyes met yours.

What has happened to you? You wanted to say. Although you were sure you were not missing his old cockiness. But you ended up saying— "Mum and Dad went out at nine in the morning. You don't need to think about getting up late."

"Oh."

There was a pause for a few seconds before he spoke again— "You don't need to follow the contract when your parents aren't around." His voice was quiet and sad. And again, that crumbling feeling in your heart returned. What has happened to you, Osterfield?

"I am not being nice to you because of the contract," You replied removing your hand.

"Then why?"

"You are scaring me," You whispered looking down.

"What?" His voice was a mixture of surprise and terror. You lifted your head to look at him again.

"One moment you're happy and cheerful and the other moment you're nervous and anxious. You weren't like this previously. What's wrong with you?" Your eyes narrowed down to contemplation as your thoughts finally took the form of speech.

"I don't think you're missing that asshole Harrison." He said.

"Neither I am fond of seeing someone in some kind of untold agony." You replied. He chuckled at your choice of words. You ignored his lame reaction to such a serious topic and walked across him, making yourself sit on the edge of the bed.

"Come on tell me about you. That was a part of the contract." You said continuing with your previous question. He chuckled again. More like an irritated chuckled.

"Everything you are doing is because of the contract Y/n. You just talk like a politician doing stuff for votes but just don't accept." He said and dragged a chair to sit across you. You already sensed his attempt to change the topic. You were already getting used to his 'attempts'.

"It's---"

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked his hands holding his chin while his gaze was fixed on your face. You won't let him slip on this topic. You mentally made a note.

"I asked you about your changed behaviour first. Why are you suddenly so---" You couldn't complete your sentence again, he had already interrupted you—

"You don't have to feel pity for me. I have done nothing to make you worry about me. Stop being so nice Y/n, it's not gonna help you."

"What the hell are you saying? What does that even mean?" Your voice easily showcased how annoyed you were feeling because of his claims. What non-sense was he puking? He stood up again. The pushing of the chair made a slight scratching noise.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"What the fuck?" You meant to speak this in your head though. He tittered, brushing his nose tip with the back of his hand and then coughed. He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants again and almost towered over your figure. His facial muscles were tensed in seriousness, while your face was scrunched up in confusion.

He spoke in a low voice. A low voice that screamed of confidence— "If we are actually doing this 'being nice to each other' thing, I don't want you to be nice to me because of pity or a stupid trope you fished out of romance novels that you call 'contract'... I want you to be nice to me because of real reasons. Not pity or sympathy."

"You aided me in making that contract." Your voice came out quiet as a toddler confronting his parents about the stolen chocolates. He groaned throwing his head back and then sighed.

"I am not asking you to burn that... for fucksake, I hate that word!" He groaned again and mumbled something under his breath, probably another cuss word.

He started all over again— "I am not asking you to burn that 'mutual agreement of consensual fake dating'," he spoke in a single breath; "I am just asking you-- us to be honest. All the rules in that agreement are completely valid. But we should be honest with what we are doing."

"And how will a real date help in that?" You asked shifting to sit more on the edge of the bed.

"It will give me a 'real' chance to prove that I am not an asshole. I first believed this fake dating will do that but if you are being nice to me just for the sake of the rules we established I don't exactly have any chance to get out of your bad books. And moreover, one of those rules talks about making you trust me. So... Basically, I am following rules. Also it's not a romantic date, just a friendly meeting," He completed puffing out a breath.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" That was the only question you could ask under his deep stare.

"It's not about if it matters to me but that it doesn't matter to you at all." He said turning away. "So, it's a no?"

You saw him shook his head and sighing again. And then he was walking towards the bathroom without even giving you a single glance. He opened the door.

"You can't assume I said no."

He turned at your words.

Maybe he'll tell about himself on that date or friendly meeting of his.

"If I say yes, where will you take me to our... friendly meeting?" You asked and instantly his face showcased a faint smile.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked and leaned against the door frame.

"There's this restaurant called Binkey's near the airport. Their rainbow dessert cake is very famous, last time when I came here, they had run out of it---"

"I'll make sure they won't run out of it this time." He smirked.

"I must tell you, I am a hard to please girl," You challenged him with an even bigger smirk.

"We'll see that, princess. See you there at seven then." He said pretending to cock a pistol and blowing off the smoke holding his fingers near his lips.

"Take your razor inside," you said trying not to laugh when he was about to shut the door. He made a dramatic pout and fished out the necessary stuff and walked back to the bathroom. Before shutting the door, he looked at you—

"And Y/n... Be real."

* * *

After his shower and morning routine that he completed in the afternoon, he simply left. He ate the left-over lunch, borrowed a small bag from you, inserted a pair of clothes and told you that he'll pick you up from here formally.

'Can't spoil our first date' if you put it in his exact words.

First date? Our first date? It was the bullshitiest thing you had heard (even though bullshitiest as a word isn't been coined yet).

For him, those moments were maybe just the part of an awful prank but for you, they were real and lovely. You hated how he talked to you in between scenes. You hated how he brought those shitty cookies to work and shared it with you, telling that he made them. They didn't taste good at all. You just blatantly lied, they were too sweet and raw. But you lied to see him smile, to see his eyes crinkle. He took you to the roller skates alley, you laughed even when you fell, you smiled when he seemed worried. You assumed it was a date when he invited you to the party. You thought that the prank was a reverse prank. Whatever those were but you counted them as dates.

It wasn't the first time you were doing this.

But still, you were sitting here wearing something much fancier for sitting inside a house. You had tried to cover all the blemishes, spots and uneven skin tone in your face with makeup. You had wore some fancy jewelry, some fancy eye-shadow and a bold lipstick shade, all for this date or friendly meeting bullshit. You can still say no. Why would you care about his feelings? Did he care about yours ever? He even spoiled your date with Simon. Was it smart to willingly feel heartbreak again?

He only suggested the rule to be complete strangers after this fake relationship is over. What if he acts like an absolutely lovely guy again. He is already doing it though. And you start to like him again. And then boom, the deal is over and he'll be laughing at you again. Maybe that's his hobby—heartbreaking. He had a reputation of being a fuckboy back then. You didn't want to hear the doorbell anymore. But you heard it. No. It wasn't the doorbell, it was your phone ringing. It was Harrison's call, strangely. You picked it up.

"Hello."

"Oh Y/n, sorry we need to change plans," He said on the other side of the call. You didn't know what exactly you were feeling about this reply.

"Ah, why?" You asked tucking those curled up hair strands behind your ears.

"There's some sand storm warnings here so the traffic is been diverted. I can't come to pick you up and you can't come here, so I am just waiting in this grocery store I found, till everything's calm. I am really sorry." He sighed. You didn't understand why he was apologizing. It was his plan, although you really were thinking about that rainbow cake now. But his voice was the one disappointed. You felt bad for him. He had planned it after all. Why can't you just settle on either feeling something or nothing for him?!

"Hmm. No problem. We can go any other day. Even tomorrow." You replied with a tight-lipped smile even if it wasn't visible to him.

"Mmh. Yeah."

"So... Any idea when you'll come back?" You asked playing with those curls you have untucked again, rolling them between your fingers. You heard him thinking on the other side, humming as he did.

"I don't think anywhere before twelve."

You paused for a minute before replying, "Oh-- okay. Take care."

"Yeah, you too... Bye."

"Bye." You sighed cutting the call. Now you have to make dinner.

You didn't make dinner, just munched on some chips and other snack items. You changed back into your pyjamas, removed the makeup and accessories and watched a bunch of stupid comedy shows. Mum and dad also won't be back tonight, so you were all by yourself. You checked the time. It was not even ten. Time wasn't passing fast. That's when you realised you were actually looking forward for that date.

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[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 1 of never wanting anything more (kristanna/t/au loosely based on klaus/fluff and pining and pine trees) is up!

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“You’re full of surprises, Kristoff.”

He is not; he is a man who lives alone in the woods because he does not know how to be anything else, and she is a silverbright comet scorching her way through his life and scattering shards of colors he didn’t know existed.

chapter 1

There is a knock on the door.

There has never been a knock before.

He opens it. There is a woman there who is not at all dressed for the weather. “Hi,” she says, breathless. “I got a little lost, and I saw the smoke from your cabin coming over the trees, so I figured I had better come and ask for help, so I’m here now, asking you, if that’s alright because you see I’m terribly lost and don’t know how to get back to the village.”

He blinks. Hers is the first human voice he has heard in a long while.

“Or-- or I can go back--”

“No,” he says, his voice rough from disuse.

Her eyes widen. “No, I can’t go back?”

“No, not that.”

“Then what did you--”

“I meant no, I can help you. Take the road to the east and turn south at the pond.”

“Right, so east is-- that one?”

She points due north. Perhaps he shouldn’t have answered the door. He looks her over; she is clearly not from Smeerensburg. Her clothes are of fine make, her collar edged with white lace; her hair, too, is worn long and loose, only two coppery braids wound in it. The people here do not have time to worry about looking pretty and so their hair stays up.

The first snowstorms will come tonight; if he does not help her, she just might freeze. And so he steps outside, gesturing in the right direction. “This way is east. Opposite the sunset.”

“Oh, I knew that! Silly me,” she says with a little laugh that sounds like summer, smacking herself in the forehead. “Thanks very much.”

He inclines his head. “Safe travels.”

She sets off, and he heads back inside. He smiles to himself that night as he prepares his dinner, even when his mouth starts to ache, unused to the exercise. He may be a forgotten creature of simplicity and solitude, but even he can recognize a beautiful thing.

---

The knock comes again three days later. Two quick taps, followed by a shuffling of skirts, the faint creak of a board under a heeled boot. Even if she hadn’t been his only visitor he would have known it was her.

She beams at him as soon as the door swings open. “Hi!”

“Are you lost again?”

“No, I know how to find my way home now, thanks to you! Which is why I’m here.”

She holds up a little paper box. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain. Her cheeks were already pink from the cold, but now they are bright red under her freckles. “They’re thank you cookies.”

“Why would you do that?”

She bites her lip. “Well, you were so kind the other day, so I just thought...I’m sorry if I--”

“No,” he says quickly. “Forgive me. I-- don’t get many visitors. Or cookies.”

“If  you don’t like them-- or me-- I can just--”

He steps back, pulling the door all the way open even though it’s letting in the cold, and gestures towards the table and two chairs, one of which is far more worn than the other. She steps in, biting her lip again, and sits down. It occurs to him that people tell stories about men who live in cabins in the woods, and he hopes she doesn’t believe them. Perhaps it will help, though, if he--

“Do you want tea?” he asks, and she nods.

He’s hoping that fiddling with the kettle with his back turned to her will give him a chance to collect his thoughts, but then her voice comes, lovely and lilting and full of curiosity. “What are those?”

He glances; she’s pointing at the mantel. “Carvings.”

“Well-- of what?”

“Wood.”

She lets out a little frustrated huff. He wants to laugh, but he seems to have forgotten how. “Not what they’re made out of, what are they supposed to be?”

“You can go and look. You won’t break them.”

She does, making soft noises of wonder as she turns the figurines over between her little thin fingers, handling each one with care. “Are these all animals from the forest around here?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re the one who made them?”

“Yes.”

She’s holding his favorite one, a little rabbit with its ears tucked back. She strokes its head with a dainty index finger, as tenderly as if it were full of warmth and breath and life. He had been amused by her; now he trusts her. She sees him looking and gives him a bright smile. “They’re beautiful. How do you make them so lifelike?”

He shrugs, pouring her tea into a mug, the nice one without any chips. “I just watch the animals and carve what I see.”

She sets the rabbit back on the mantel, lining it up with care, before coming over to accept the mug. “They’re cinnamon sugar, by the way.”

“What?”

“The cookies. That’s the best kind I can make-- well, the only kind, really. Do you want one?”

He nods, and she hands him one, looking nervous as he takes a bite. “It’s good,” he reassures her, and she lets out a little sigh. In fact, it is sort of dry and not quite sweet enough, but he takes another bite anyway. “Aren’t you having one?”

“They’re your cookies.”

“To do with as I wish?”

She nods, and he gives her a quick flash of a smile. “Then I wish you would eat one.”

Her face brightens, too, and he wonders if it is because of him or because of the treat. She takes a bite and pulls a face. “These aren’t good at all.”

“I like them anyway.”

She tilts her head a little, confused, and he shrugs. “No one has brought me cookies, thank-you or otherwise, before. So these are the best I’ve ever had.”

“Well, that’s awfully sad, isn’t it?”

She’s trying to be funny, but the fact is that is sort of sad, really, and they both realize it at the same time and look away from one another. He takes a sip of tea and wonders if she minds that he didn’t offer her any sugar. He’s about to ask when she clears her throat.

“So-- I’m Anna, by the way.”

“Anna,” he repeats, the name soft and warm like honey on his tongue, and a smile blooms on her face.

“And you are…?”

For one absurd moment he almost says I don’t have one, but then he remembers-- “Kristoff.”

“Nice to meet you, Kristoff,” and this time when he smiles he doesn’t stop.

---

The next time he hears the knock, he’s not in the house; he’s halfway across the yard with a bucket of hay. She doesn’t see him and turns to go. For a moment he just watches, curious about why her shoulders are suddenly drooping, but suddenly sense returns to him, and he calls to her. “Anna!”

She spins on her heel, giving him a smile that goes all the way to her eyes. They are very blue; he has noticed them before, but today he notices a little extra. “Kristoff! I was worried you weren’t here.”

“I’m always here. I was just feeding the reindeer.”

Her eyes go wide. “Can I see?”

He nods, and she darts across the yard to him like a sparrow flickering from place to place and lands right in front of him, bouncing on the balls of her feet. He offers her a not-so-rare-anymore smile and leads her over to the stable. She gasps when she sees them, takes in their shaggy coats and velvety noses and branching antlers, and stops in front of Sven, who regards her curiously.

“Can I pet them?”

Out of habit, he answers in the reindeer’s voice, the one he made up years ago when he first realized how vast alone could be. “Sure you can, go ahead.”

He freezes for a moment, feeling his cheeks turn scarlet, and she looks up at him, and this close he could count her freckles and the stars in her eyes. “You’re full of surprises, Kristoff.”

He is not; he is a man who lives alone in the woods because he does not know how to be anything else, and she is a silverbright comet scorching her way through his life and scattering shards of colors he didn’t know existed.

He ducks his head, putting his hand on Sven’s neck, the place that always needs scratching. “Here-- this is his favorite spot.”

Her hand joins his, petting the reindeer with the utmost gentleness, and her fingers brush against his but neither of them pulls away.

After a minute Sven makes a happy huffing noise, and she jumps back, startled. He cannot help but laugh, the sound creaking out of him like a trodden floorboard, but she smiles at him anyway. “So-- I came to ask for your help again, Kristoff. If that’s okay.”

He likes that she keeps saying his name, likes the way her lips purse against the end of it. “What do you need?”

She digs in her satchel, pulls out a penknife and a little block of pine. “Will you teach me to carve the animals the way you do?”

He does not know if it is a skill that can be taught, but he nods anyway and starts walking, leading her back to his cabin. “What for?”

“My children.”

He nearly trips over the invisible brick she has dropped. “Oh-- so you’re a--”

“Not mine, really,” she explains quickly, as if she knows the reason he stumbled. “I’m a schoolteacher down in the village.”

“They still have one in Smeerensburg?”

She wrinkles her nose as he holds the door open for her. “I don’t think they want to. The adults, at least, not very fond of learning about the outside, especially not from an actual outsider. But the children-- especially the little ones-- they want to learn. And it’s Christmas coming up, and some of the very small ones...well.” She peeks up at him through a fringe of tawny lashes. “I’ve seen the shoes they’re having to wear in this weather, and...I don’t know that there’ll be anything under the tree.”

He nods and pulls out a chair for her before going for his own knife and a block of wood from the chest in the corner. “We can fix that.”

---

Her hands, so careful with Sven, are surprisingly clumsy and impatient with the wood, and so sometimes her bears have pointy noses or the deer have squared-off backsides, but she is proud of her work and so is he, and he knows that the children she so worries over will treasure them just the same as any toy from the shops of the southern cities because they are made with love and that is a thing that is all too precious in this cold world of theirs. He works alongside her, making tiny boxes carved from a single block. She marvels over them, begging to know his secret for making them open without a hinge. “Magic,” he says, and she laughs and nudges her elbow against his.

After a couple of weeks of her near-daily visits, they are running low on supplies, and so he takes her out into the forest, but not until he has draped his warmest scarf around her neck and tucked her hands into a pair of mittens. They are so big they slide off when she drops her hands again, and so he helps her pull them on once more, and this time he ties little pieces of twine around her wrists to keep them in place.

“Too tight?”

Her eyes are soft as she looks up at him. “No, they’re perfect.”

“Good. This wind off the lake will freeze you solid in a half-hour if you’re not careful. Can’t have that, can we?”

It’s a bit of a walk to the clearing where the linden trees grow; pines surround the cabin but the wood isn’t as strong, won’t hold up as well against the unrelenting force of little hands. Despite his careful wrapping, she still shivers a little; her coat isn’t suited for this weather. He crooks an elbow, offering it to her, and she tucks her mittened hand there gladly, drawing close to his side.

When they reach the clearing, she helps him pick a tree that looks “like it won’t mind helping,” in her words. She has made a good choice; it’s old but not so old the wood will be difficult to work with, just broad enough that it will provide plenty of wood for carving and for the fire but not so heavy that he won’t be able to drag it back with them. He instructs her to sit on a stump and shucks his coat, draping it over her shoulders. She tries to protest, but he shakes his head. “I’ll warm up fast doing this,” he reassures her.

And he does, sweat prickling at his forehead as he makes one swing after another, the axe biting through the trunk with practiced ease. He has been very careful to make sure that when it falls it is far from where she sits, but still he glances nervously over his shoulder before making the final blow.

She offers to help him drag it back, but he waves her off. Her eyes are wider than he’s ever seen them as they walk. “How can you move that by yourself?” she asks, her voice hushed even though no one else is around to hear.

He shrugs. “It needs moving, so I move it. That’s what I’ve always done.”

She whistles, the sound low and admiring, and even though she’s still wearing his coat he feels warm all over.

They pass a pond on the way back, and he makes the mistake of glancing at it, catching a glimpse of their reflection and feeling a hot bubble of shame well up and burst in his gut. Even bundled in layers of wool and fur she is delicate, graceful, cornflower eyes and crystalline smile, and he resembles the mountains he has lived among his whole life, rough edges and ragged hair and a smear of dirt on his jaw.

He doesn’t talk the rest of the way back, just nods when she goes inside and offers to make tea while he chops off a few pieces from the trunk for her to carve. He takes the pieces in and offers them to her; in exchange, she holds up a steaming mug. He savors it, the warmth of the drink and her company, relishing every last drop because it is the last.

When the cup is empty, he meets her gaze. “That should be enough to get you through. Won’t need to come back up here.”

She frowns. “But I need help figuring out the ears, still.”

“You’re doing well on your own. No need to bother coming back.”

He takes their mugs, turns his back on her to wash them, hears her quietly hang up his coat and scarf, then feels her come up behind him. “I need help with the mittens.”

He turns, and she holds up her hands. He pulls the knots loose and frees her hands, letting his thumb trace over the inside of her wrist for just a moment, memorizing the smooth silk of her skin. She shivers beneath the touch, and he pulls away, knowing the shudder must have been one of disgust.

“Hurry back,” he says gruffly, turning away again. “Before dark.”

Her booted feet walk slower than usual across the wooden floor; he hears the door creak and start to close, but then she pauses.

“Goodbye, Kristoff.”

His chest aches. “Goodbye, Anna.”

[queercapwriting]

So potential prompt for the holiday series: just a cheesy hallmarky movie fic. Girl meets girl for some reason they're on opposite sides of a business they have to work together to make Christmas or Chanuka festivities a reality and they end up falling in love. But this time, ITS FINALLY GAY! but that's also a lot so also totally cool if it's disregarded...

“I don’t understand,” Maggie rolled her eyes -- for what felt like the four hundredth time -- at her supervisor Professor M’orzz. “They’re astrophysics. We’re xenobio. Why on Earth - no pun intended, I guess - would we work with them on a stupid holiday party?”

Professor M’orzz sighed, also for what felt like the four hundredth time. “Because, Maggie, the show of unity will be good for the overall science department. Funding and all that. And anyway, it’s as you said: astrophysics and xenobiology. You realize that both departments are dismissed by the entire rest of the department as speculative sciences, right? That should give us some kind of bond, you’d think, no?”

Maggie sighed, knowing when she was caught in a truth.��“Yeah. I know. Just. They’re so into... math.”

Professor M’orzz smiled at that. “Well I’m sure you and their representative will have a lot to learn from each other while you plan the department’s holiday party then.”

“And why me, again?”

“You know why. The student doing the most prestigious work in our program, being the face of our holiday party slash fundraiser? We need the money to continue our research, donors love to give around the holidays, and you know it.”

Maggie sighed, heavy and deep and with a slight exaggeration that she knew would aggravate anyone else, but that Professor M’orzz would have affection for.

“Fine. Who am I collaborating with, then?”

She didn’t know that the person she was collaborating with was right down the hall in the astrophysics lab, having the same conversation with their professor. 

“Oh come on, J’onn,” they said, because Alex Danvers was far past formalities. “It’s a cheap ploy for money, and -”

“A cheap ploy for money that will keep this department running, Alex,” J’onn said. “It’ll help pay for that accelerator I know you and Mr. Allen were chatting about earlier this week.”

Alex glared, knowing when they were defeated. “Fine. I’ll meet up with this Sawyer woman then.”

“Good,” J’onn smiled, as Alex set off toward the xenobio program office.

They met each other in the hallway and knew each other instantly, by reputation and, somehow, by instinct.

“Danvers,” Maggie greeted with a slight glare and head tilt.

“Sawyer,” Alex clasped their hands behind their back as though to take shaking hands off the table completely.

“So we’ve got to work together on this stupid party,” Maggie said.

“At least we can agree it’s stupid,” Alex smirked.

“Might be stupid, but I’ve got some ideas.”

"Yeah, xenobio’s all about ideas with no observational data for follow-through,” Alex murmured, forgetting everything J’onn had tried to teach them about diplomacy.

“Well,” Maggie nearly stood on tiptoes to look Alex in the eye, but seemed to think better of it, “getting money for both of our departments with this damn holiday party is well within my no-observational-data’s jurisdiction,” Maggie said, and she had the audacity to smirk along with that infuriatingly sexy - wait, no, just infuriating, right? - little head tilt.

“Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does,” Alex returned, knowing even as they spoke the words that they were being way over the top. But Maggie seemed to like over the top, because her smirk only deepened.

“My lab. Seven pm. We’ll do some planning then, okay?”

Alex blinked, and Maggie seemed to take that as ascent as she turned on her heel. “See you around, Danvers.”

So Alex, flummoxed, had no choice but to head to the xenobio lab at seven that night.

If they were honest, they’d always been enamored of the subject. They were considering doing further graduate work in both astrophysics and xenobio -- the fields were so interlinked that the rivalry made absolutely no sense. But, alas, competition like that had a momentum of its own, and who was Alex to mess with an unstoppable force?

Except Maggie Sawyer seemed to be an immovable object of some kind.

Because by the time Alex showed up, Maggie had an entire whiteboard full of ideas for this stupid holiday party they were supposed to throw, complete with scribbles in the margins about the ways that tardigrades’ capacity for coming back to life after extreme desiccation could be used to help fuel crop growth in arid regions, and tiny, hastily-scrawled notes about how bacteria that survived thermal heat vents in deep oceans could be useful for understanding the origins of... well, of everything. 

It was like she’d been party planning, all Chanukah this and Christmas that, with a strong dose of fundraising everywhere, and then gotten so sidetracked by her own genius that she had to stop and scribble out her ideas before they leaked away, elusive and never to return...

Alex did that kind of thing, constantly, in their own notebooks, on their own whiteboards...

So they walked past Maggie, without so much as a greeting, to squint -- not at her holiday party notes -- but at her scientific ideas.

Maggie didn’t move, but rather watched Alex quietly, as they stared at her ideas, looking for all the world like Alex was scrutinizing her naked body -- because really, they might as well have been.

“You know,” Alex said into the silence after several long, long moments, “if I’m understanding your horrible handwriting correctly --”

“Well this is starting off great --”

“Then if we exchanged some of our data, I think you could help me understand some of what might happen on rogue planets and I might be able to help you engineer some solves on your desiccation-scaling problem.”

Alex finally turned to look at their forced colleague, and Maggie was tilting her head, staring between the whiteboard and Alex. “We would do better sharing data than hating each other, wouldn’t we?”

“That’s what J’onn is always saying.”

“Professor M’orzz, too.”

Alex took a deep sigh, and Maggie gave that infuriating smirk again. “Well, maybe this holiday party’s a start. Planning now, the fun stuff later?” 

There was a sparkle in Maggie’s eye, Alex thought, when she referenced fun stuff, and for a moment -- just a moment -- Alex wondered whether she meant fun science or fun sex. 

Or both.

Or maybe it was all just in Alex’s head.

They really needed to get out of the lab more.

“Come on,” Maggie smirked again, and yep, Alex definitely needed to get out of the lab more, because they definitely should not be finding this xenobio woman attractive. Maggie reached under a desk to pull out to utterly ridiculous-looking hats. 

One was a tall green pointy thing with elf ears on the sides; the other was a floppy red Santa hat. “If we’re gonna plan this damn thing, we might as well get in the spirit. Come on.” Maggie held both hats out to Alex, bobbing her hands up and down to indicate that Alex should pick one.

“Absolutely not,” they crossed their arms over their chest.

“Oh come on. If we have to do this, we should do it right.”

“I’m Jewish,” Alex protested as a last resort, and Maggie tilted her head deeper for a moment before diving back under her desk. 

“A beanie, then. Simple, but wintery. And I’ll be an elf.”

She tugged the elf hat deep over her head, so the fake ears covered her own. Alex couldn’t help but snort and accept the blue beanie Maggie held out.

“Okay. So. Are we going to plan the biggest, most money-making and fun-having holiday party of all time, or what?” Maggie asked.

“If you’re gonna go, go hard,” Alex muttered, a smile creeping onto their face. Because Maggie was mocking the whole thing, even with her enthusiasm, and it was so Alex’s style that they couldn’t help but admire her.

Plus, all those scribbles in the margins...

They stayed in the lab well past midnight, sidetracking every hour or so to get into broader discussions about their fields, their passions, the things they most wanted to discover, the ways they both wanted to use their studies to change the world, the solar system, the galaxy.

Somewhere in between, they also divvied up who would be responsible for venue, food, invites, decorations, music, and the best ways to actually get a solid mix of grad students, professors, and rich alumni in the room.

By the time they agreed to call it a night and head home, neither of them quite thought the holiday party was such a stupid idea after all.

They met a handful more times in between. More logistics and more details. But -- not that either of them would admit it -- more often than not, their meetings became excuses to talk science, to talk to universe.

To talk about Maggie’s father and Alex’s mother, Maggie’s hometown and Alex’s surfing.

To talk about anything and everything under the sun, under the ocean, and above Earth’s sky.

Neither of them noticed, or would admit it.

Until the night of the holiday party neither of them wanted to plan.

Alex wore an elegantly green dress, backless and just this side of tight.

Maggie wore a red suit, white shirt, red tie, slim cut and just this side of swoon-worthy.

They stopped when they saw each other, because usually they were in sweats and glasses and yesterday’s makeup, pen stains on their hands and goggles on top of their heads.

They stopped when they saw each other, because suddenly, all their conversations, all those excuses for meetings... clicked.

“You look beautiful, Sawyer,” Alex breathed, running a hand through the buzzed side of their hair self-consciously.

“And you look handsome, Danvers,” Maggie smirked, but this time it was warm, not sarcastic, and Alex wondered when that transition had happened.

“This uh...” Alex gestured around the room, at the party still being set up around them. “We did good.”

“We did,” Maggie grinned, even as her eyes were glued to Alex’s body.

“Still my jurisdiction, though,” Alex murmured as the two stepped closer to each other. Something about gravitational forces between unstoppable forces and immovable objects.

“Not a chance,” Maggie shook her head as they entered each other’s space, no need for words when they’d both already said so much with their planning, their late nights, their bodies, with their dreams and their scribblings in the margins.

“Merry Christmas, Maggie.”

“Happy Chanukah, Alex.”

They didn’t need any mistletoe to tell them to kiss.

Professor M’orzz and J’onn fist-bumped behind them, because they’d definitely had holiday hopes for the two all along.

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It’s a Head Scratcher

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Another lovely request from @deepestfirefun​ about the lovely Dwarf King waking up after his fight on Raven Hill in unexpected circumstances. :D

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Safe. Erebor, his kin, the future of his family was secure. He had made certain of it. Collapsed on Raven Hill he had seen the battle tapering off as the Eagles flew in overhead, Fili would be King, furious but King once they freed him and Kili from the prison cell he had trapped them in to protect them, Ori had seen to it they wouldn’t be let out until Dwalin gave the all clear.

Cold metal chilled his bones and heavily he shifted curious where he was, he took a blade to the chest by all reasoning he should be dead and yet his piercing blue eyes opened finding himself inside a cage. Instantly his heart sped up and where his shout had been ushered up it was replaced with a loud bark. Frozen in shock he rolled into his stomach curious about the new bends in his limbs and long attachment to his face in his vision.

Looking down he saw paws, big furry paws, turning his head he saw the odd addition to his rear end a long billowing tail. Long thick fur coated his body and all at once his panic died and he dropped to his stomach, King of the Mountain to a dog. Lowering his head his eyes closed and his paws raised to cover his snout in a low grumble as he stroked them along it as if to remove it like a mask.

He was meant to be in the halls of his fathers to serve Mahal until the end of time when his children would aid in rebuilding the world, instead he was in a cage in this silent room muffling what seemed to be a bustling world outside growing to deafening levels almost spiking his heart rate when the heavy door to his freedom would open only to shut again after a trio of random passers by were stopping strolling through the room. Each cage they paused and then would move on after the pointy eared parents would converse with their the golden haired girl in pigtails and an absurdly poofy pink dress flaring to a stop at her knees. The woman in a deep maroon velvet gown corseted with long sleeves revealing a flash of pink lace with an absurd bundle of fabric around her backside on the otherwise sleek layered skirt just barely covering all of her heeled black boots. The man in a jacket over a dress vest with pocket watch secured in a button hole in bright silver contrasting his maroon and black ensemble.

“Elves…” Thorin grumbled to himself and slunk back as far as he could hoping the cage above his would aid in a shadow that he could hide in.

A few moments they spent glancing at the row of cages he was in, a glance at the sheet hanging from one of the bars from the father ended with a tug on the father’s jacket turning him in the direction his giddy daughter was pointing. Directly across from him, a glass enclosure packed with puppies freshly weaned and wiggling in a clambering mess each barking and whining to be freed from their enclosure. “Yes, take a puppy. Hopefully some Dwarf will wander in.” Yet in a pause at the clench of his empty stomach he grumbled to himself as they made their pick and strolled away, “Better yet, a Hobbit. Spend my days fat and lazing about in front of the fire.”

Again the door opened just as he flopped down again groaning in agony at his growing hunger only to groan at being gawked at again, instantly his ears perked up at the cries of “food!” Filling the room, one by one each slot on the front of the cages was opened and a bowl slid in beside the water bowls refilled as well followed by happy chomping and lapping up of the sauces each dog behind him praised. His slot however opened and from the lanky disinterested Man in an apron over his slacks and rolled up button down shirt moved on without a second glance while Thorin sat simply staring at the bowl in front of him once his water was filled and he had risen up again.

“Slop. I should be feasting with my fathers front the finest of cutlery and they give me slop.” Lowering down he sniffed it and drew back with nose scrunched in a grimace, huffing at the clench of his stomach he lowered grumbling, “Best have some Hobbits in here soon, surely with seven pantries they would feed me better than this.” It wasn’t the worst he tasted, that was what he clung to, a hope of someone coming to his rescue freeing him from this filling yet unappetizing endless supply of slop he found himself doomed to.

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“Even that dish the boys made with those poisoned mushrooms tasted better than this…” Four days he had been here, at least by his reckoning, and oh did he miss his family. Every inch of him ached in this hell separating him from them or any kindness past the cheerful conversation of the puppies often looping him into their fabricated tales of what their homes would be like only worsening his mood at knowing he could never go home. He would never see Erebor again, it would rise and flourish again to a splendor his eyes would never behold, and that was a knife stabbing him harsher than any blade in existence.

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He remembered it clearly, Bilbo in the path outside his cell in Greenwood shaking that ring of keys with an odd smirk. Every day passed and yet Bilbo never showed up, so he relented. For a whole day any time another family would stroll through he would pop up wagging his curved tail wide eyed faking glee in seeing the groups passing on to yet another tiny puppy or potato sack sized dog far more portable than him. Worsening his mood at their continuous comments on how old he must be at his size or how much feeding or grooming him might cost them. Souring him down to his depressed slump by the next morning and to be turned away entirely by the end of the week ignoring all who passed by.

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Again the heavy door opened and an ethereal honey dipped voice sounded out echoing through the vast room from the opposite end, “You���ve been President for over 12000 years, Turin is running merely on tradition alone, his slogan, ‘I like pancakes’. Then there’s Huan, grandfather’s dog he nominated, doesn’t even have a slogan, they’re going to vote for you.”

A chortle was then followed by a man asking, “That is your reasoning that they won’t vote for Huan, he has no slogan?”

Chortles followed an apparent unamused expression then another man asked, “Then why are we going to the pound?”

Again the woman spoke, “You insist on playing this out properly every century we go through this same election process. You want to campaign and dogs make a candidate more friendly and appealing to strangers. Besides we could twist it that we have the dog’s vote over Huan’s.”

Laughs followed with a question of another man stating, “But we’re buying them”

She spoke again firmly, “We’re getting a dog you promised. I’ve wanted one for ages and now there’s no reason to argue.” Clearly in Thorin’s mind making him assume she was the youngest of them.

The second man spoke again, “I could think of thousands, we live in an airship for one.”

“Only until the election is through then it’s back to the palace. We have the garden and tons of space for it to explore.”

The man fired back, “Tons to destroy more like it. Puppies are difficult and bored dogs are worse.”

“Then we’ll make sure that it doesn’t get bored.”

Another of the men asked, “What about that one?”

Answering clearly she said, “No, those bite.”

Each one was more of the same shared comments on the breed until finally Thorin caught a glimpse of boots of four men passing his cage with a purple velvet gown clad woman behind them.

Though unlike before the entire skirt was layered making her look more like a bell with bows down the back over a fold revealing panel of black velvet lined in lace covering black heeled boots in a far more decorative style tipping him off this family was more wealthy than the others. Her top a matching buttoned purple velvet jacket with sleeves to the elbow and short strips of lace dangling elegantly from them in black. Respectfully he avoided spending too long focusing on her pronounced bust absent of any chest hair Dams would usually bear those tops to flaunt noticed thanks to the swooping neckline framed with a layer of black lace tucked out from the corseted top underneath. In a glance over his back his eyes shot to her glowing skin matching the silvery curls pulled back into a long braid coated in glimmering silver flower pins with emerald leaves pinned into the top of the braided strips pulled back across her head topped with a small feathered purple hat held on by a long pin.

Around her two tall men with matching silver curls pulled back in blue cloth wraps to the end from their necks beside a fiery haired man taller than him with curls pulled into a long braid beside a raven haired man letting his waist length curls float free around his face and back sliding a green hair wrap between his fingers out of possible boredom.

One of the silvery haired men spoke tearing Thorin’s eyes from you, “Here, puppies.”

A sigh came from you breaking his eyes back to you again finally making him realize and grumble, “Elves.”

The noise was enough to turn your head and with a wide eyed stare Thorin caught your bright purple eyed stare in a smirk easing across your face, “No. Here’s one.”

Nearing him you tilted the sheet reading his information listed on where he was found and any details on his breed, weight, possible age and temperament while the redhead said, “That’s not a dog, that is clearly a bear.”

Your grin appeared and you leaned forward lowering his gaze to the glowing stone dangling from a strand of white gems making Thorin mumble, “The arkenstone. No, Fili should have that!”

“He is perfect.”

The raven haired one said, “How?”

“Well he’s old enough to be trained and won’t have to be potty trained according to the sheet, plus he could give Huan a run for his money on size.” Upright again your hand lowered adding, “Plus, look at those eyes, bright blue.”

One of the silvery haired Elves said, “But, isn’t he a bit, old?”

Your face scrunched up in an unamused glance up at him, “Ada, that’s exactly why we should get him, think how happy he’d be to have a home and a family that cares about him. We have to get him.” A near pout from you silenced their argument and they nodded with the unspoken silver haired man leaning forward to say, “Looks like you’re coming with us,” his eyes scanned to the sheet, “Darer.”

An elated squeak from you came before your turn to crouch in front of his cage smiling up at him while the raven haired one left saying, “I’ll get the man with the keys.”

Thorin in his rise to sit up inside his cage swallowed dryly looking you up and down as you said, “We are going to take such good care of you, you’ll see.” In another glance at the sheet you said, “You must have been from a Kharmu khazâd,” (Drarf Friend) The Dwarvish term raising one of his flopped forward ears, “With a name like that. Uncle knew a Thorin once, from Durin the Deathless’ line no less.”

Your silver haired uncle said, “Looks like he’ll need some tending to when we get him home.” Rising up again you turned to glance at the Man approaching with keys in hand.

Gruffly he asked, “You certain you want this one?” Peering up through the cage Thorin’s lip curled in the Man’s eyes looking you over, “Wouldn’t wish for any harm to find you Madame Dior.”

A smirk from you came at your answer of, “Oh I highly doubt this softie could harm me.”

Thorin should have been insulted, but something in him trusted that she would treat him kindly well deserving of his protection in return as she’d been so quick to defend him locked in this cage speechless to defend himself. The Man again looked you over then bent to unlock the metal lock securing the cage, a slide of the hooking latch and he flinched away from the cage as the door opened saying, “He’s a bit quick to bolt out for walks. Best have one of the Masters here hold him for the walk back.”

A nod from you came with a giggle at Thorin’s step out and straightened stance at your side, a giant black terrier standing a stunning five foot two at the top of his head peering up at the Man with his bright blue eyes staring him down. Your father stated, “Oh yes, we will see to it he behaves properly around our precious Madame.”

Reaching over your raised hand turned Thorin’s head and a gentle pat of your hand stirring an arch of his brow at your gentle smile, in a grumble from him withholding his natural growl at your forced contact while reminding himself that he was now a dog and unmistakably your property now by the chord looped between his neck and your hand. At your side in a slow stroll Thorin walked with you to the front room. Just passing through the front door he froze at the wall of noise that hit him. Through the glass walls carriages and odd metal pedal powered contraptions carrying single or double passengers between the odd horseless carriage spewing out plumes of steam. Another gentle pat of your hand turned his head to you, “It’s alright.”

Tentatively he continued on at your side through the shop eyeing the cart the raven haired man was pushing as you said, “Food first,” while your uncle Maedhros settled the paperwork and payment. A large bag of kibble was selected making Thorin huff before you added a supply of canned food on the shelf his nose stopped at being the closest to delicious by his reckoning. From there a supply of collars was looked over and you asked, “Any preference?” Another huff from him landed him with a simple silver leaf etched design with scattered acorns in the thick material you paired with a silver leash. The row of toys was deemed useless for him making you choose a ball, rope toy and a plushie boar that squeaks for him to possibly enjoy along with a few more supplies to care for him. The collar and leash were added and out into the streets you led Thorin.

Around you golden and pearl carved buildings filled with glass murals coating them stretched on far beyond his sight and in the mingling waves of scents and stares from passers by at the massive dog trotting by in the group of Elves they bowed their heads to, all with fondest greetings for you especially. Ten minutes you followed the path until the city seemed to drop off yet the crowds remained carrying on from place to place with supplies until his mouth opened seeing the glass and mithril whale ship hovering in front of you. In another glance at him you stated, “That’s home till the election is through.”

Through the parting crowd the path was clear and up to a lowering platform from your ships belly you continued on. Cautiously into the metal rail enclosed platform Thorin stepped and turned then glanced up at you at your hand pressing on his back hips saying, “Best you sit, bit bumpy in the first pull if you’re not used to it.”

Around you the men glanced at you smirking at their amusement at speaking to him as if he could understand all you said only to glance at Thorin seeing his sudden shift to sit down raising their brows.

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A sudden shift of the platform had him leaning against your side yet in the rising of it the swaying halted at around five feet up giving him a good view of the kingdom growing around you, “This is Numenor.” Swiveling his head Thorin turned to each place you pointed out for him, “We have stops in Beleriand, Gondolin, Doriath and Tol Eressea.”

Thorin mumbled the names to himself, “Those were destroyed. I am sure of it.” His eyes narrowed, “I cannot possibly be in Valinor.”

Still up he went seeing out into even the faintest glimmer of the oceans surrounding this island city up into the belly of the whale coated in mithril with its sides coated in murals of impenetrable glass. Up a spiral staircase from what seemed to be a store room shifted into wooden intricately carved rooms carpeted and decorated lavishly. Comfortable studies, an art room and several guest rooms were along the way being named by you, at the four story library you turned guiding him up a dramatic staircase in a curve and into the main hall you entered saying, “You should really see us take off. Most ships just have balloons or propellers to sustain them in flight, ours is the largest in the fleets, and of course after a few special touches from me of my own invention none of them can match us for sustainability. All the other ships have solar sheets to gain power from the sun, but I found a way to make lunar sheets so instead of docking for the night we can stay aloft for months at a time.”

Behind you your father Elured chuckled, “You never cease to claim a chance to boast about your inventions.”

A narrowed gaze from you made him chuckle again and raise his hands in a parting step away as his brother Elurin said, “Now now RinRin, you know we love to hear your boasting.”

Maglor, “Best he learn about his home.”

Thorin glanced between them as you said, “Ah, names, first,” Each of them was named with more of the Feanoreans named along the way named on your path to the helm where you found your grandfather Beren at the wheel beside your grandmother Luthien who eyed Thorin kindly seeing his timid glance between them when they were named to the massive lanky dog stretched out across a couch named as Huan paid no mind to the new addition to the crew in his slumbering hunt.

Beren smirked, “Ah, welcome aboard Thorin, just in time to see take off.” His eyes scanned over you saying, “I see you finally got your way on a companion.”

Unbuttoning your jacket you answered, “You have Huan I don’t understand why I couldn’t have one.” Glancing around Thorin caught a glimpse of the tail end lifting to drop in your rise and a ruffling brought his eyes upwards to see the golden lined sails billowing to lift you higher luring him closer to the wall of windows to see the full kingdom and ocean growing under you. Glancing back at you however with a hint of a grin on his face in awe at your soaring craft far beyond what he dreamed possible catching a glimpse of your black corseted top under your jacket you removed with a simple dip of your shoulders you caught in your hand shifting his gaze upwards you said, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Strolling beside you Thorin peered into each room including the glass enclosed balcony with a garden around it with a supply of instruments as it bled into a music room attached to the library. The view alone had him daydreaming already of relaxing out there during sunsets and rises with a determined decision that sitting out under the stars would be incredible to do stirring up an ache for his harp at the thought of it. Another hall later and alone seeing the tiny self wheeling cart beside you carrying the bag of supplies you had purchased rolling beside you he eyed the bedroom you led him into. Varying shades of purple and grey decorated it with accenting hints of black and yellow.

Across the bed your jacket fell and with an unlacing of your belt your skirt seemed to split in half for its flight to the bed revealing your black hugging pants with daggers, and other weapons he couldn’t name yet similar to miniature customized crossbows strapped around your legs with a pair of hatchets and hilts for what he assumed to be twin blades in your tall heeled boots. The sight of your clearly battle ready appearance for a moment worsening his frustration at being locked in this form for lack of being able to compliment your attire. Atop your jacket and skirt your hat fell after a lift of both hands, one to slide out the pin securing it in place you slid back in before tossing it away.

Straight into the bath you switched on the tub then sat beside it grabbing the brush you had bought you shifted closer to Thorin who stepped away making you giggle at his mouth opening to take the brush he carried in his trot to the sink counter where he sat and turned his head trying to brush himself. “Alright, I’ll let you brush yourself then.” Reaching down you began to unhook your weapons on your stroll into your closet returning them to their houses above where you set your boots to his muffled grumbles.

“Foolish Elf. Assuming I would let her touch my hair. Dog or not-,” the more he tried to get it right his jaws kept sliding across the handle making him growl again at each knot found after laying on it so long. “Damn it all.” Into the closet he strolled with a huff then sat making you giggle at his muffled grumble of a complaint, “Don’t assume anything from this.”

“I’ll take that as a pretty please.” You said strolling over to accept the brush he gently released while his eyes followed your kneeling beside him starting at his shoulder eventually removing his collar when you reached his neck. Gentler than he had assumed you worked out his knots over his whole body then you guided him to the tub, “Come on, lets wash that place off you, get you nice and comfy for dinner.” All through the bath he grumbled and then soaking wet he watched you say, “Do not shake. We can dry you over here.” Another huff came from him and he climbed out of the tub sunken into the ground following you to a tiled area with odd vents in the walls, “Now, it’s going to get windy.”

“Windy-?”

In a full body flinch at your pulling a lever a gust of wind circled his body rippling through his fur in a warm blanketing hug drying him within a matter of minutes. In shutting it off you caught his confused blink through his fluffed up wavy fur and reached out to pat his head, “It’s ok, a bit jarring at first, you get used to it. One more brush then I’ll change and we can eat.”

Again he sat grumbling after his warning of no courtship being between you at this gesture. Far more caring than he expected your glance at his nails had filing his nails down to a safer shape and length for him granting him more time to ponder just what your intentions were. Back into the closet you smirked stealing another glance at his glistening black luscious coat while he followed you seeing you unloading his supplies onto an empty shelf along with a sack he saw Maglor carrying out of where you had gotten him. Unlacing the top you reached inside saying, “This was found with you, lets see what you had packed, Thorin.”

His eyes flinched form yours to the bag he peered inside with jaws opening at the glow coming from inside you revealed to be the arkenstone parting your lips, “Huh, one glowing fire opal.” You set it aside then reached in again pulling out a fur lined blue robe you eased onto a coat rack by the door, “Fur lined robe,” reaching in again you raised the sword inside he named lowly, “Orcrist…” With a brow raised you stated, “And a sword…What did you do, rob someone?” carefully you set the empty bag aside then set the sword with your weapons saying, “Whoever you robbed has nice taste.”

Adding his collar again he huffed and sat by the door as you unhooked the front of your corseted top you eased out of. The sound of the fabric falling to the bench around the island holding your weapons turned his head and at the tug of your sleeveless under shirt being pulled over your head to pull on its replacement his mouth went slack at the brown ram shaped mark on your lower right side of your back vanishing under the falling shirt but glimpsed again at the lifting of it to ease your pants down. Turning away with a thundering heart Thorin mumbled to himself in your adding another pair of pants, “Battle ram, my One. That is why I am here. She is. But why am I a dog?”

The questions continued until you patted his head instantly making his head melt against your palm spreading a smirk across your face. So long he had hoped to find his One, now he had found you and any form of intimacy would be treasured always. Trotting alongside you he joined you down to the lavish kitchen in which you offered him a bowl of kibble and half of a can of his choosing proving to be more tolerable than the slop he was formerly offered. Yet the chicken breast and veggies you were all eating had him easing up under the table with wide pleading eyes eventually granting him a few slivers of chicken you snuck him leaving him settling his head on your lap peering up at you adoringly.

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After dinner on the cusp of sunset his fantasy had come to life of catching you lost to the task of piloting your much loved craft. Seeing your uncles all except for Beren, who was piloting, while you were spotted by him up on deck adjusting the sails in perfectly timed tugs. Cast in the golden and silvery blue first shades of nightfall while the sunlight died, braid swaying in the steady breeze with your silken blouse and pants billowing around you contorting and exaggerating your figure for him atop the slanted rope ladder you were descending.

Swapping the solar for lunar panels contrasting from accepted in gold to a bluish silver glowing ripple of sails reminding Thorin of Ilthildin, the substance used to line secret doors to light up under moon or starlight. A sudden slowing of the ship came with the change followed by the bright glow of the lunar sails sending out pulses of light through the same engraved runes and designs around the outer metal casing to the flying beast picking up speed in a jaw dropping wailing song of the unseen engine in the shift.

A trot down again took you from his sight for a few moments then brought you to join them and with violin in hand you joined the others in a series of songs. Each note more perfect than the last and treasured as long as you played and sang. All complimenting the continuing song of the ship stirring up a great ache in Thorin’s heart for his harp back in Erebor to join in your song and serenade you in return. Coated in starlight speckles coating your skin far greater than that of the Feanoreans your father Elured and uncle Elurin only the others bearing the same markings with all others in varied dim glows.

Hours he had hoped to sit and listen to you all and yet in the chiming of the clock along the wall echoing a song breaking ‘bong’ the instruments were all set aside and pathways broke. You returned to your room with Thorin at your side spreading the grins of your family, all whom loved seeing his instant bond with you. A firm tug on the thick curtains over your wall of windows was pulled halfway casting your bed in shadows with the other half of your room still coated in a soft glow. Tiny flickers of flame were spotted in the lantern you had left by your bed upon entering passed to you by your father with his goodnight kiss. Strolling to the orb of light you climbed onto your four poster bed easing back the covers to slip inside. A gentle turn of the pin on the lantern doused the flame upon Thorin’s hop up onto the bed stirring a weak chuckle from you in settling down farther and onto your side.

“Good night Thorin.”

Right up against your back he nestled with a grin settling onto his face. He might be trapped as a dog for now but much to his solace he was with you. After searching for so long he finally had you and nothing would take you from him.

Pt 2

[artlessictoan]

Hi can I request butch!Hinata/femme or androgynous!Sakura with a college party!AU please?

ahhh.. parties…………….. my old nemesis returns. buuuut tis theseason and I dunno when else I’m gonna get to write a halloweeny thing thisyear so fuck it, I will pretend I have even the faintest clue what parties and being drunkare like! also uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh warning for mild spice?? idk whereit came from but it’s where we are now

(requests open)

(ao3 mirror)

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“Yo, Hina! Thought you weren’t comin’?”

She waved at her best friend as he bounded over to her – hisridiculous, floppy ears bouncing behind him – and bumped his fist against her alreadywaiting one. “I wasn't planning to,” she said, eyeing his onesie with a barely suppressedsnicker. “What are you wearing?”

“I'm a dog and Akamaru’s a cat.” Now that it had beenpointed out to her, she did indeed see how the huge dog had been given a headbandwith some pointy cat ears and a tabby-cat paintjob; presumably with somepet-friendly dye, Kiba cared too much about animals to be irresponsible, evenfor a joke. Still wouldn’t fool anyone, there weren’t many cats around thatwere four feet tall, but she could appreciate the effort. “It’s clever!”

“Mhmm.” She absently scratched around Akamaru’s ears, as sheglanced around the room. “Hey, you haven’t seen Sakura around have you? Chouji calledme over to take her home, apparently she’s gotten a bit… rowdy.”

Kiba snorted. “That’s an understatement, last time I saw hershe was teaching Naruto to suplex Sasuke-”

Naturally. Digging her fingers into her temples,Hinata groaned.

“-that was like, half an hour ago now though, haven’t seenher since.”

She thanked her friend for the help and moved further intothe house, trying to drown out the thumping beat as she tracked her girlfrienddown, asking friends as she stumbled across them, discovering even more reasonsfor Sakura to never be allowed near alcohol ever again and following theirleads to her current location.

The path of destruction left behind by the woman was clearto see.

“Hinata! Thank god you’re here, sorry I called you so late,but I didn’t know what else to do.” Chouji rushed over the second his eyes caughther and he quickly guided her back to the room he’d been guarding. “She’s inhere.”

Mumbling her thanks, she stepping into what was presumably adining room, though with every surface covered by either bottles, cans or plasticcups.

“Hiiiiiinaaaaaa!”

Finally, she laid eyes upon her target; a very drunk, very unrulywerewolf, arm-wrestling a guy with biceps the size of footballs and surroundedby people either screaming her contestant on, or clutching their own arms gingerly.

Honestly, the only surprising thing about the scene was thatthe werewolf was entirely pink.

“Hina, Hina, Hina, Hin-”

She stepped over the bodies littering the floor between themand laid a hand against Sakura’s shoulder before she could get too carriedaway. “I like your sideburns.”

The woman grinned up at her, turning away from her opponent.Not that that gave him any advantage, she could practically hear his teeth grindingto dust with how hard he was clenching them, while Sakura could speak with acompletely calm, if a little slurred, voice, “Feel ‘em! Took fuckin’ ages toglue on.”

Clearly, a lot of effort had gone into this costume, patchesof pastel pink fur – dyed to match her long, artfully dishevelled hair – werecarefully placed all over her body, blended into her skin with bright paint andher pretty blouse and shorts had been artfully shredded to make it reallylook like she’d just grown three sizes and burst right through them. It helpedthat she already had bigger muscles than most people could even dream of.

“They’re very impressive,” she said, stroking down the stiffhairs on her girlfriend’s cheeks, “but, I think that we should get you home now-”

The cut-off screech and agonising thud of skin against woodgave her a minor heart attack.

Sakura ignored the wailing of the poor guy who’d just hadhis hand slammed forcefully against the table and whirled on Hinata, not eventaking a second to gloat in her victory. “Whaaaat, no way, you just got here! C’mon,lets go get some drinks, to the drink-place!”

“I think you’ve had enough sweetie, let’s go.” Out of thecorner of her eye, she could see a worried Chouji hovering by the door, clearlywaiting to jump in and help her if need be.

Hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Sakurablinked up at her with hazy, watery eyes, before weeping into her stomach, “Nooooo,you should stay here and party with us!”

“I’m not into parties, you know that, come on now.” Hinatastarted inching towards the door, dragging her limpet along behind her, but sheonly managed to get a few steps in, before she was suddenly released and forcedto watch her girlfriend slump to the floor, arms crossed, pouting like a child.

“Nuh-uh, not goin’ anywhere.”

She absolutely could not keep up with Sakura’s wildmood swings when she was drunk. “I will drag you if I have to.”

The woman whined and flopped down even more, until she waslying down, arms still crossed, on the hard, wooden floor. Resigning herself toher fate, Hinata leaned down and grabbed hold of her shoulders and started to haulher away.

It would’ve been easier if her girlfriend wasn’t theapproximate size, shape and weight of a truck.

She managed to drag her halfway across the room, but thatwas about as far as they got, before Sakura’s dead weight hit the body of somepoor, unconscious sod and stayed there. Hinata glared down at the woman – thoughright now she was behaving more like a five-year-old – who met her stare with atoothy grin. “Ohhhhh nooooooooo, looks like we’re stuck heeeereeeeeeee.”

Looking to the heavens for patience, her eyes passed overthe forms of the men sulking in the corner, still clutching aching arms. Andshe got an idea.

“…I’ll wrestle you.”

Sakura blearily blinked up at her. “Huh?”

The wheels were franticly spinning in her head as she madeher plan. “An arm wrestle, if I win,” she said slowly, “you have to come homewith me, if you win, then I’ll stay here with you.”

Unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened. Without even bothering tosay anything, Sakura leapt up, grabbed her hand and pulled her back to thetable. She was sat down, waiting with her arm already in position, before Hinatacould even catch her breath. Taking a deep inhale, she sat down in the oppositechair, carefully kicked off her unwieldy boot, trapped her sock under her heelto peel it off and entwined her own hand with her girlfriend’s, bracing herselfagainst the sturdy table and pointedly ignoring the small crowd gatheringaround them.

“On three,” Sakura said with a smirk. “One, two-”

She wouldn’t be able to beat her. As physically strong asshe was – and Hinata was very strong – Sakura was a whole other beastand had much more experience in this particular sport.

She wouldn’t win a fair fight. But Hinata wasn’t afraid tofight dirty.

“Threeek!”

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Hinata asked, as though herfoot wasn’t running slowly up and down the inside of Sakura’s leg.

Their hands bobbed back and forth, entire arms shaking witheffort as they battled, Hinata kept her focus on what was going on underthe table though. Keeping her calm, innocent smile fixed on her face, as sheskirted around the patches of fur stuck to her shins, gently brushing up anddown smooth skin at a slow, fixed pace.

“You’re cheating!” Sakura whined, arm still held strong, buteyes drifting in and out of focus.

“How can I be cheating, when we never made any specificrules against it?” Her bare toes skimmed further up, tickling just behind aknee before sliding across a hard, muscled thigh.

“I’mmmm-making it a rule now!”

She curled her toes, lightly massaging the skin beneaththem. “Ah-ah, can’t change the rules in the middle of a game, that’s not fair.”Ok, maybe she was taking just a little too much joy in the soft flush on hergirlfriend’s cheeks and slight quiver to her lips as she pulled in shakybreaths, but as she brushed against the hem of her shorts, teasing the area soclose and yet so far, she couldn’t stop herself from getting alittle excited too.

Her love of tormenting her lovers into trembling desire wasalmost as big a liability as Sakura’s ridiculously sensitive legs.

Around them, people were cheering and screaming for a victorto the match, thankfully too wasted to notice the second match happening justout of sight. Despite her overwhelming advantage, Sakura’s arm was beginning totilt ever closer to the table, staying strong, but gradually losing ground asHinata pushed her to her limits and rubbed slow circles into the apex of herinner thigh.

She had to bite her lip at the utterly delicioussounds her girlfriend was trying to hide, intermixed with grunts of effort asshe attempted to push her arm back to safety.

“You’re looking a little out of breath, love,” Hinata crooned,as though she wasn’t equally wrecked, but the full-body shiver and low moan wasmore than worth it. And it was the perfect opening for her final move.

Subtly bracing herself for a final push, she very gently strokedher toes across the fabric covering the one area she’d been pointedly avoidinguntil now.

With a hard smack and high-pitched keen, she won.

But, the revelling in her victory could wait, right now shehad a very worked-up, very delectable girlfriend to take home so she could properlyworship her in private. She immediately withdrew her foot and shoved it backinto her boot – the sock left forgotten on the floor – pulling Sakura up bytheir still clasped hands and stomping out of the house.

Maybe the party hadn’t been so bad after all.

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[ask-deus-portugal]

Stormy Seas Drabble

I forgot I had written this a while ago but never posted it for the public. So here it is!

It's Romano x Portugal in the deus AU. For those that don't know, Romano is the god of chaos, Portugal is the god of the sea, they are referred to as Chaos and Sea in this. Okay let's go.

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Normally, feeling the presence of ink and oil suddenly appear in a god’s realm would make any god wary. But Sea was the opposite. Any time he felt Chaos slip into his realm, he felt a surge of something he could only call happiness at the feeling of the god visiting him. Sometimes it was only for a few minutes, to pass through and kill some boredom, sometimes Sea would visit the mortal realm afterwards and find out an entire week passed by in the meantime. 

Even though Chaos always tried to be as sneaky as he could, it was impossible to not alert a god when entering their realm. Unless, of course, they were asleep. Then they might wake up from the alert, or if they were known to be a particularly heavy sleeper like Sea, they would continue to sleep if the intruding god was able to mask themselves well enough. Sea had been caught off guard by Chaos in this manner quite a few times, and he could never forget the mischievous grin spread across Chaos’ face that he woke up to every time. So he made it his mission to be “asleep” as quickly as possible every time he felt Chaos visit.

He was thankful that his choice of extra pillowing and places for napping wasn't questioned, as he started to build up more and more piles of blankets and pillows around the interior of the temple he resided in. He had realized he couldn't flop down on the floor and pretend to be asleep. Chaos knew him better than that, he would know that Sea was picky with where he slept and would only sleep on the softest of surfaces, with many blankets. It was a habit kept from when he burrowed into sand and kelp to sleep. 

One time he was asked about why there were so many sleeping spots around his temple. There was one in every room by then. “Sometimes I do not feel like returning all the way to my quarters to sleep,” Sea reasoned, and it was never asked about again. Thank goodness for his reputation of being lazy. 

So every time as soon as he felt Chaos slip into his realm, he would burrow into one of the piles of blankets and pillows, making sure to leave his neck and shoulders exposed. Chaos sometimes liked to wake him up with a light nip. Though it seemed like today he wanted to do something different, as he instead slipped into Sea's burrow of blankets to lay on top of him surprisingly calmly. Beautiful, unpredictable Chaos. How Sea loved him. 

Chaos played with the dangling pieces of sea glass hanging from his ear piercing. “I know you're awake.”

“I am not.”

Sea heard an amused snort come from Chaos, and he peeked an eye open to look over his shoulder at him. “Perhaps a kiss will--” Sea cut himself off with a yelp as Chaos chomped down on his shoulder, pointy teeth and all. He could feel a bit of his divine blood beading at the surface. 

“You shark,” he whined, feigning hurt. “What was that for?”

Chaos pressed a light kiss to his shoulder, as if that would make the wound heal any faster. “For thinking you could trick me when you were smiling like an idiot.”

“Can you blame me? It is not often my favorite mischief maker comes and visits me.” 

Chaos trailed his fingers along Sea's jaw, and Sea easily tilted his head up into the touch, not unlike a cat. “Favorite, huh?” Chaos mused, the words rolling off of his tongue languidly. “I think I like the sound of that, kelp.”

“Yes, my favorite.” Sea's eyes closed. He was completely wrapped around Chaos’ finger. “My favorite mischief maker, my favorite bed warmer, my favorite trickster, my favorite god. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Chaos tsked and drew his hand away from the petting. “Is that all?”

“I can go on for all day, but…” Sea flipped over underneath him so they were face to face, and he gave him a grin as he wrapped his arms around him. “...I would rather show you."

Chaos smirked and combed his fingers through Sea's hair. “You have my interest, kelp. It better be worth my time.”

[saelwen]

Bonded

Alpha!Ambarussa x Omega!reader

Last Chapter

Summary: You were a very wild omega. Always running in nature without a care of the world but what will happen to you when one of your runs you saw two lovely Alphas strolling in the forest? (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff!!!!

Words: 900

Some Years Later...

A small smile forms on your lips as you hear the joyful giggles coming from outside of the house. You fold a soft blanket and put it on the heavy chair beside the fireplace. Walking towards the front door, you open it and your smile becomes bigger as you see your beloved alphas chasing your two beautiful daughters. Eletha and Thalia, two beautiful twins.

It's been long since you three have arrived at Halleth's tribe. She welcomed you and your alphas with open arms, saying that a raven had come from west with the news that two alphas and an omega seek a home in her tribe. Amrod and Amras realized that Maglor had sent the raven, just in case if anything went wrong.

Halleth gave you three a wooden cabin at the end of the village, at the entrance of the woods. It was small but you knew that it's perfect for you and your beloved alphas.

Not long enough, you receive the news from the village doctor that you were pregnant. Amrod and Amras were so happy, they didn't even care who was the father. Saying that both of them will love the baby like nothing else in the world.

During the pregnancy, Amrod and Amras were almost impossible. Always hovering over you like a shadow, just to make sure you were alright and nothing would hurt. If some villagers would come to visit you, they would both growl to them which made you hit them on the head one time.

As your belly grew, they overprotective would as well. Not wanting you to leave the house or do some tasks in the house. They both knew that you weren't made of paper but they couldn't help the fear of something happen to you overpowered them since you were only a mere mortal.

When the birth day comes, they were a mess. Yelling at each other and panicking. They were like this until Halleth came and throw them out of the house, saying that they need to men up if they wanted to be with you during the birth which they did.

"Don't worry, My lords. Y/n is stronger than you think. She will pop that child in a minute!" she said while giving them a soft smile.

As you gave the last push, you hear a small baby cry fill the room. The midwife cleaned your child and wrapped in a soft cloth, put in your arms.

"Congratulations, my Lady! It's a healthy girl," she said.

Tears fell from your eyes as you look down to your beautiful baby girl, seeing the thin red hairs coming out of her soft baby hair. Her ears were pointy and her features were almost cat-like. She looked completely like an elf except for her nose and eyes which were like yours.

And then, a surprising gasp fell from your lips as you felt another cramp spread through your body. The midwife and the nurses come running back and gasp also in surprise.

"My Lady! You need to push!" She said while grabbing another blanket.

"What's happening!?" You asked as you push, screaming in pain.

And again for the second time, you hear another small cry. The midwife cleaned the baby and put it on your other arm, smiling softly to you.

"Another healthy girl, My Lady."

Tears were running down like a waterfall from your eyes, seeing you beautiful baby girls in your arms. Like her older sister, she had red hair and pointy ears.

The door opens and your alphas enter the room. Their sharp eyes fixed on your daughters. Amrod sat on the bed on your left while Amras sat on your right.

"Of course it would be twins,"Amras whisper in awe, stroking gently your daughter's cheek.

Amrod tilted your face up with his fingers and kisses you passionately, pouring all his love and happiness into the kiss. "I love you so much, my omega... You made us the luckiest alpha in all middle earth," he whispers as he rests his forehead against yours.

"What should we name them?" Amras asked, still with his eyes fixed on his daughters.

You look down at your daughters and smile gently. "I don't know why but I always like the names Eletha and Thalia."

Amrod and Amras look to each other and then to their daughters. "Eletha and Thalia... Two beautiful names for two beautiful girls."Amras said with a proud smile.

"I agreed,"Amrod said while poking Eletha soft cheek.

You smile and rest back into the soft bed, letting your alphas cuddle your beautiful daughters.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the voice of your daughter, Thalia, calling for you.

"Nana!!! Come play with us!" She squealed as Amrod pick her up and throw her into the air, making her a giggling mess. You notice that she had almost the same joyful personality as Amras, always happy, and ready for adventure. While her sister, Eletha is the complete opposite. She has Amrod's calm personality, preferring to read and have long walks in the woods.

"Yes, Nana! Help me pick me flowers."Eletha said as she and Amras picked some flowers from the garden.

You sigh happily and smile, walking towards your beloved family. Never in your dreams, you thought that one day you would have two strong loving alphas to protect you and two beautiful daughters.

"I'm coming!"

Hey Guys!! Here's the final chapter of Bonded! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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[feathersnow]

His Daughter.

Summary : A  Lance centric fic.  Lance meets up with his daughter from the future and wonders who her mother is, or who he had fallen in love with.  Time Travel AU.

Special thanks to @plancinginthemoonlight for beta-ing!

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It was a warm sunny evening. The seagulls were chirping and and the waves were crashing onto the sand. The yellow fire ball was sinking into the horizon and the sea reflected its orange glow. It’s golden rays painted the skies with shades of orange, pink and red.

Walking barefoot, Lance drank in the beautiful scenery. 

It was good to be home.

He thought he was alone, but he saw a girl about his age wandering aimlessly around. She had long hair tied into a ponytail and wasn’t wearing a swimsuit or beach attire, ,much to Lance’s disappointment, but was still very pretty.  

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said, flashing his dashing smile “Are you lost?”

His voice caught her attention. She looked up and her face lit up “Hi dad,”

“So what’s your-“ he stopped. Wait. What?

The red Paladin shook his head. “I-I’m sorry, you called me dad?”

The girl nodded. “You’re Lance McClain,” she tilted her head in confusion.

“Wait, how old are you?”

“What makes you think I’m your dad?” he spluttered. “You must’ve gotten the wrong guy. I’m only eighteen,”

This is the moment where his blood runs cold and shivers come up his spine and warning bells go off. Yes, he did flirt with many females, but haven’t slept with them, had he? Oh God. He clutched his head.  

He heard her shriek softly and slapped her forehead “Quiznak, I went too far back into the past,”

He looked up. “The past? Wait, are you from the future?”

“Great, the cat is out of the bag,” she mumbled to herself. “What to do? What to do?”

She looked like she was going to take off and run, but Lance quickly mad a grab for her wrist.

“Hold up, hold up,” he said. “If you say you’re from the future, how do you know I’m your dad?”

“Well..,”she said “in my time, they say I resemble a lot like the Red Paladin of Voltron. So I came to check if it’s true,”

Lance’s eyes darted up and down her whole body. She was not wrong. With the same hair, and skin colour, she does have a striking resemblance of him or close to the McClain family. The only difference was her long hair tied up in a ponytail and her eye colour.

“Plus, they do say you are a ladies guy,” she added. “You did pick me up quite fast,” 

Lance snorted,“Well, sorry I didn’t know I was trying to flirt with my daughter from the future. How old are you?”  

“Sixteen,”

“You came here to look for me?”

“Yup.”

“How did you get here?”

She held up her wrist he was holing “Time travel watch.”  

“Why were you looking for me?” he asked releasing her. “Why are you travelling back in time?”

“Just to learn about the legendary Paladins of Voltron and how they brought peace to the universe, how you were doing in your younger days, and also to know whether you are dating mom,”

Lance blinked. “Your mom?” he echoed.

“Yup! Are you dating her yet?”

“Well…,” he rubbed the back of his neck “I’m kinda dating Allura..”

The girls’ face lit up “The princess?” she gasped clasping her hands together. “I had heard amazing things about her! What is she like?”

Lance was taken by surprise as the young girl suddenly closed their distance between them.

And Lance wondered if she could be their daughter. Allura did have cocoa skin like him. But this girl didn’t have altean marks on her cheeks or the pointy ears…

Her ears caught his attention. Her pruple crystal earrings dangled from her ears and gleamed in the sun.

The earrings that looked just like Allura’s.

Suddenly, there was a yell and both of them turned around towards the voice. Lance recognized the human figure was Pidge who was walking towards them.

The futuristic girl gasped and took a step back. “I should go. No one else should know who I am or it’ll mess up the future. Well, it has already mesed up yours,”  she said. To his surprise, she flung her arms around him.  “It’s good to see you well and enjoying life. I hope you’ll be able to find me in your future. See you!”

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm “What is your name?”

She smiled “I can’t say that. It’ll ruin your future,”

Lance smiled. “Why are you so mean?”

“Maybe I had got that trait from my mother?” she asked, smirking.

“A hint?” he pleaded.

She rolled her eyes and leaned close to his ear “Look for the stars,” she whispered.

With that, she took off and fled to the opposite direction. Lance watched as the girls’ figure grew smaller in the distance.

“Who’s that?” Pidge asked approaching him. “Another pretty lady you’ve picked up somewhere?”

“Not ..really,” said Lance.

“Huh. Will you to see her again?”

Lance shrugs “That depends,” he turned to the green Paladin. “She-“

He stopped talking and stared at his friend.

“Lance?” Pidge asked looking at him quizically. “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

Lance didn’t respond. His heart had surely picked up some pace and his cheeks felt warm.

Pidge had honey coloured eyes.

The same colour eyes as the girl.