GhostPrince

Call me Ghost or Prince. Australian, Pan. All Pronouns.  Multi-fandom Writer. I am not Taking Requests.

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Various Movies / T.V Shows Masterlist

A list of my various fanfictions. Multi fandom list. This will eventually be very long...or at least, that's my hope for the future. I'll update this list whenever I post new fanfics <3

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Quicksilver (X-Men) Peter Maximoff x Goth!Reader (headcanons, cute, fun) "Oops" (Drabble, silly)

Various (X-Men) Getting Matching Tattoos (headcanons, fun) Harmless Pranks I Think They'd Pull (headcanons, silly) How I Think They'd Comfort You (headcanons, comfort)

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Ahkmenrah (Night at The Museum) The Pharaoh and The Demi-God (reader insert, long fic, soulmate au) Mild Entertainment (Drabble, silly) Stargazing with Ahk (Fluff, short)

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Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) Just Whisper and Hold me (Fluff, Comfort) How’d You Manage That? (Fluff, Hurt-Comfort) Comfort for Nights Like This (Wholesome, fluff) Pretty Boy (Genderfluid!Reader, fluff, comfort)

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Loki (Marvel) "Please, rest your eyes with me.." (Comfort, stressed reader, soft fluff) Simple Mornings (Fluff, cute, comfort) "Thank-you, my love..." (Hurt/comfort, very sick reader)

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Sanji (One Piece) "How about a small meal?" (short fic, fluff, slight comfort) Imagine Small Moments with Sanji (short moments, fluff)

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Viggo Grimborn (HTTYD RTTE) "My Electric Love" (Fluff, hurt/comfort, fear of thunder) "What?" (Crack-fic, silly mini-adventures) The Artistic Viking (Fluff, tattoos and quiet moment together) A Stupid Tummy Ache (Sick-fic, indulgent fluff)

Dagur the Deranged Monthly Pains Suck (Period comfort, fluff) Morning Cuddles (Drabble, fluff) Lovers Injured Together, Stay Together (Hurt comfort, injuries)

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Evie (Descendants) Two Queens on a Chessboard pt 1 (Gay Romance, Cute) Two Queens on a Chessboard pt 2 (Gay Romance, Cute)

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Mr. Darcy (Pride & Prejudice) Dancing With You (drabble, fluff)

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Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility) In The Garden (drabble) The Mulberry Orchard (short, sweet) Clumsy (hurt/comfort)

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[crownedghostprince]

The Company’s Reaction to Modern Slang Reader // Pt 2

Thorin’s Company and Gender Neutral!Reader.

Fandom: The Hobbit

(Y/N) is a GenZer who fell into the world of Arda, from Tolkien’s books.  More specifically, they fell into ‘The Hobbit’ and landed in Bilbo’s backyard.  After about a year of learning each other’s languages (Y/N) and Bilbo met Thorin's Company in a wonderfully fun dinner party that Bilbo Baggins unwillingly hosted. Now they journey to Rivendell and make their stay, with Gandalf leading the way. The poor elves.

Requests: Closed. Requested: Kinda of? Maybe? that-teen2003 said they'd like more. :)

Warning(s): None unless you get annoyed by swearing, GenZ slang, ‘90s slang, ‘80s slang or literally any slang from the 20th Century. Mentions of the idea of pregnancy, it was part of a small joke, still no mentions of reader's actual anatomy. Also this is silly <3 not meant to be taken seriously lol

Note: I'm sorry this is super late. I started on it a longg while ago and it's taken me forever to write something that fits reader into the story in a way that is fun and I had a lot of writer's block with this story.

Word Count: 7,625

[Starts in Second, continues in Third Person Perspective]

(Original picture found on Pinterest, which then led me to a tumblr post from 2012 by ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ <3)

! Part 1 Here !

Imagine, just for a moment, you're enjoying a very peaceful and quiet life. Life literally could not get any better. Good food, wine, conversation and annoying neighbours whose mailbox you throw stones at. What more could a person need in life, when all you have is right at hand? A warm fireplace, a soft bed and a good smoking pipe with a plant that'll make your vision wibbly-wobbly.

Would you give up these comforts of home for a most treacherous and long journey that you will surely not return from? Trudging on through rain, mud and snow. Cold rivers, rocky cliff faces and blisters that'll knock you right off your feet. Who the hell would go on such a journey without a second thought?

You. You, my dear (Y/N). You who glanced down at the parchment and quill given to you to sign so you may join the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, on a mission to reclaim Erebor. T'was you! Who had the habit of not reading the 'Terms and Conditions' before immediately signing up to a slightly shady website. Or in this case...a most dangerous mission.

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(Y/N) had been traveling with Gandalf and the dwarves for less than ten minutes. They had their arms wrapped around Gandalf's waist so they wouldn't fall off the horse again. Already, poor (Y/N) was feeling the bruising ache on the inside and outside of their thighs. Muscles tense from holding onto the horse for dear life. Dirt clung to their pants and shirt from falling off one too many times already.

Thorin did not agree with Gandalf's plan to bring along a young, human of little skill in combat. Gandalf assured him that (Y/N)'s company would prove most useful for their journey. That's code for 'they were most amusing to him.' "Every creature, both big and small, has a role to play to aid us in our journey." Gandalf reassured the agitated, dwarf prince. Bilbo had chosen to not join the adventure, much to (Y/N)'s dismay. The company set off without him. Waiting...most anxiously. Chattering amongst themselves, the group rode on down the trail until a voice cried out behind them.

"Wait! Wait!!" Bilbo's most recognizable voice called out as the group came to a halt. They turned to watch the hobbit, holding his parchment with a grin. "I signed it!" He handed the paper to Balin and waited. Balin watched him most amusedly, pulling out his glasses and reading the hobbit's signature.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield." He grinned, rolling up the parchment and returning it to the hobbit. Chuckles and cheers could be heard from the rest of the group as Gandalf smiled knowingly.

"Give him a pony." Thorin ordered, turning back to the trail to continue on.

"Oh, no no no! That won't be necessary." Bilbo held his hand forward with a most adamant and distressed look. "I-I'm, uh, sure I can keep up. On foot..." He cleared his throat, looking to (Y/N) for help. They offered him nothing but a grin. They knew very well he did not like ponies or horses. So this was arguably funny as hell. "I've, uh, I've done my fair share of walking holidays!" Bilbo continued on nervously. "I've even gotten as far as Frogmorten once." He promised before squealing as he's picked up by two mischievous dwarf princes who rode forwards and set him down abruptly on an unwilling pony. The pony did not like the sudden interruption of Bilbo being placed. The poor creature felt it was carrying enough weight already with the bags and equipment it had on its saddle.

Bilbo was unimpressed to say the least. The dwarf princes laughed amongst themselves and made sure Bilbo was holding onto the reins before putting some distance between the ponies once more. Recognizable laughter could be heard from up ahead. Bilbo didn't have to guess who it was coming from, it was obviously from (Y/N). With a shout to Bofur, (Y/N) turned around and gestured their hand in his direction. "Yo, Bofur!! Ay, cough it up!" They grinned. Bofur didn't understand the words they used, but he knew when someone wanted their bet money. The dwarf simply replied with a goodhearted laugh and tossed a small bag of money in their direction.

The poor lasso failed to catch it in time and the money bag struck their face directly before falling into their awaiting hand. "Son of a--!!" They cried out, turning back to Gandalf and gripping his cloak to regain their balance. "--mother--!!" The company laughed at the poor lasso's pain without malice and watched as they turned back to an apologetic looking Bofur.

"Sorry, lasso." He grinned.

"You're lucky you're in good with the glitterati over there." ((1940s slang for 'wealthy or famous people with high profiles')) They gestured over to the three dwarf princes, but more specifically to the literal heir of Erebor, Thorin. "Or I wouldn't be letting that slide, ya putz." ((1970s slang for 'dorky person'))

"What?" Bofur squinted and leaned forwards, hoping that would help him understand them better. Behind him money bags were being tossed back and forth with calls being made on their successful bets. "Did anyone understand that?"

"Please teach us your strange words sometime, (Y/N)!" Kili called forwards with a laugh. "We gotta use those on our Uncle!"

"What did they say?" Oin leaned forwards from his pony and looked to his brother for an answer. However, Gloin was too busy demanding his money bag be handed over to pay any attention to the conversations around him.

"Sorry, no, what's going on?" Bilbo questioned, sneezing every couple of minutes. "What's that all about?" He gestured forwards to the group.

"We don't know what (Y/N)'s saying." Fili informed him, assuming that was where his question was directed. "Do you understand them?"

"No, not that...but yes, I sort of understand them. In fact, it took me several months to understand anything they said. No, uh--I meant, uh, why is everyone throwing...money? Bags?" He asked once more, clarifying himself and watching as Gandalf and (Y/N) slowed down to ride alongside him.

"Oh, well you see." Gandalf cleared his throat. "They took wages, on whether or not you'd turn up." He explained with a mischievous grin. "Most of them bet that you wouldn't."

"(Y/N) clearly bet I would." He gestured as they poked their tongue out at him. "What did you think?" His eyes met Gandalf's for a brief moment.

"Ohhh..." Gandalf hesitated, looking forward as the dwarves moved past them in a sort of slow race amongst themselves. Seeing who could get the closest to Thorin before being told off and to "get back in line". A money bag was quickly tossed to Gandalf and he swiftly caught it with a laugh. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second." He promised, tucking the bag into his saddlebag.

Another sneeze came from Bilbo as the dwarves kicked at each other's boots and legs in a small, unnoticed battle. Poor Ori nearly slid off his pony, causing Thorin to look back at the group that suspiciously avoided his eye contact. They had paused their shenanigans and instead looked up at the trees and down at the rabbits that hopped away, whistling innocently. Thorin turned back forward, but he was still most suspicious of their childish behaviour. Bilbo searched his pockets and even his travelling bags before halting his pony and crying out in sudden alarm.

"Wait a minute...stop! Stop!" He called and the whole group came to a pause. "We have to go back." The hobbit declared. "I've forgotten my handkerchief." (Y/N) did their best to hide their laughter but to no avail. Their snickers could be heard by the whole company who joined in most amused.

"Here!" Bofur called from ahead. He tore some cloth from his saddlebag and tossed it to Bilbo. "Use this!" He grinned. Bilbo did not share his grin, in fact his face just looked more agitated.

"Move on!" Thorin brought their attention back to the journey and they continued forwards, still snickering and Bilbo still sneezing. They travelled for another thirty minutes and much to Bilbo's surprise, (Y/N) remained mostly silent aside from the occasional sneeze from pollen and dust. The dwarfs continued silently with their trail games. The winner had been silently declared for who got the closest to Thorin before he noticed. It was Nori! He got a small bag of money from Dori who bet he couldn't do it. The next trail game (Y/N), Bilbo and Gandalf watched was less coherent as there didn't seem to be any rules to it.

The dwarfs simply whistled a short tune one at a time. Some like a bird's call, others’ like a catchy tavern song. (Y/N)'s 'quiet' attempt at a whistle was noticed by Fili and Bofur. The rest of the group looked over and watched as they both silently died of laughter as all (Y/N) could produce was a puff of air and no sound. The poor human simply poked their tongue out at the two and blew a quiet raspberry with a 'brthrthr' sound that just had them cackling more.

Unfortunately, the silence ended at the fifty-six minute mark when they were travelling across boring, open, grassy plains. Bilbo wasn't even surprised. In fact, he was astounded they made it nearly an hour in almost complete silence before (Y/N) had reached the limit of their patience.

"Oi, pally! Tell me a story, or something before I die of boredom!" They called out to Bilbo. He didn't purposefully ignore them, but he quickly became lost in thought trying to think of something that would entertain them before they started annoying the dwarves with the short tempers. "Are you even listening to me, Bilbo? Amigo? Shake a leg, ya wheat! I wanna distraction from the pain I'm in right now." (('wheat' is 1930s slang for 'a person unused to city ways')) They continued to complain.

"Lasso!" Balin called for their attention with a gentle smile. He then turned to the others, "Why don't we sing some songs to entertain us on this beautiful day, lads? What do you say?" Bofur and Ori were the first to agree and when they all saw that Thorin made no moves to stop them, the others joined in with some fun dwarvish tavern songs. The silly, the fun, the long and the short. (Y/N) joined in best they could without knowing the words or language, mostly humming and cheering and clapping with the others. Some songs were translated and sung in the common tongue, but other songs were sung in their original language 'Khuzdul'.

It was a couple more hours before they finally stopped for a break. They were all starting to feel the long day, the heat of the sun and they all needed a good drink of water and a good hot meal before going on further. After this short break, it was back to making tracks. By the time night fell, they had made ample progress on their journey to the Misty Mountains and finally stopped and set-up camp. (Y/N) dismounted the horse 'gracefully'. Gracefully eating shit as they landed face first in the dirt after their sore legs gave out under them. Like an uncoordinated wobble-cat, they got up and hobbled past the laughing group. The pain (Y/N) was in couldn't be put into any nice words, so they simply bit their lip.

They set up their bedroll against the back stone wall. Feeling safer away from the open, but still laying close to where the fire was being set up. Whilst they were sitting in front of the campfire, distractedly helping Bombur chop the vegetables, behind them two dwarf princes rolled out their beds on either side and settled down. The dwarves had already grown to like (Y/N)'s eccentric personality and kind nature. Even Thorin. It was no surprise to Gandalf as he could easily read their character. It was also no surprise when he saw how quickly protective the dwarves became regarding their well-being, as (Y/N) was obviously not combat-savvy and was a bit clumsy.

This was, of course, to be expected. If one is not taught a skill such as horse-riding, or sword fighting, they will be very clumsy when attempting these things for the first time.

Bilbo and (Y/N) ate their food in peace, side by side, listening to the dwarves’ conversations, songs and jokes. They also watched as Thorin did not pay them much attention, eating quietly and mostly keeping watch of the surrounding area with a stern look permanently etched onto his face. (Y/N) leaned closer to Bilbo and whispered amongst the loud chatter, "I can't tell if he's a square, or just very serious." Which earned a relaxed chuckle from Bilbo.

"Hey, now. Share with the group! What are you two whispering about over there?" Bofur chuckled the well-meaning remark from across the fire. He tossed a couple sticks into the fire and sat down a bit closer with a pipe to smoke.

"Nothing important, ya goof, I was just joking around with Bilbo." (Y/N) huffed with fake irritation as they quickly tried to think of something else to talk about. They didn't want to accidentally insult the leader of the group. "It's just that I'm on the make." ((1910s and '60s slang for 'looking to date')) They finally decided to tease, with a wiggle of their eyebrows.

"You're what?" Bofur furrowed his eyebrows.

"Does that mean 'pregnant'?" Ori asked from the side.

"Can they get pregnant?" Nori and Ori looked to Dori as if he'd magically have the answers to (Y/N)'s gender or anatomy.

"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know?" Dori demanded, hitting them both with a soapy dish cloth. The dwarves were all too proud to admit to anyone that they could not work out (Y/N)'s gender.

"Hah!" (Y/N) cracked up, completely unbothered by their questions. "Maybe I can get pregnant...maybe I can't...who knows?" They wondered out loud mysteriously. "But no, I'm not pregnant. There's a step and a half that comes before that shit." They wheezed, face red and flushed from laughing too hard. This cleared up the stress, but not the confusion that lingered in the air. Pregnancy was a very serious thing for dwarves and no matter what, they'd look out for anyone that was with child. They all relaxed and eased back into their jokes and stories.

As the evening grew darker and darker, and the fire began to die, the dwarves slowly fell asleep. A few remained awake as no one had been chosen for the first watch. They quietly tried to pick who'd be first to stay up without bothering Thorin about the matter. He had fallen asleep, clearly tired from his journey to the Iron Hills and then to The Shire and then another long journey the next day after that. It had only taken (Y/N) about four hours since they set up camp to notice the two young dwarf princes whose bedrolls were set up right on either side of their own bedroll. Then there was a distant howl just as the young human settled onto their make-shift bed.

Bilbo came quietly scurrying back from the pony he had snuck off towards. This caused (Y/N) to sit up and watch as the hobbit scurried over to them. He was definitely bribing the pony with snacks to like him more. "What was that? Was that a wolf?" He asked quietly. Thorin was awoken by Bilbo's scurrying. Poor man must've been a very light sleeper.

"Wolves? No..." Kili suddenly looked out into the distance with a grim look. "...Orcs."

"Orcs!?" Bilbo quietly, but alarmingly, gasped as he scurried closer to the group.

"Throat-cutters." Fili nodded his head. "There'll be dozens of them out there." He and Kili shared a discreet look of amusement. (Y/N) quietly chuckled along, settling back down onto their bedroll.

"They strike in the wee hours of the night, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams." Kili continued, "Just lots of blood." He whispered as solemnly as he could manage.

"You think that's funny?" Thorin stood up. His tone had no hidden humour in it. "You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" He demanded very seriously. Kili and Fili looked apologetic.

"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili sighed.

"No. You didn't." Thorin nodded his head. He walked away to the far edge of the camp, muttering under his breath, "You know nothing of the world." A moment of awkward silence passed and Balin sighed, stood up and wandered over to the young group.

"Don't mind him." He spoke with a soft smile. "Thorin has more cause than most...to hate orcs." He emphasized the 'hate' as he spoke. (Y/N) sat up quickly, sensing a story. Balin continued to explain the origin of Thorin's hate. The battle to reclaim Moria and the death of many dwarves. The origin of Thorin's name 'Oakenshield' and how they had managed to send the orcs running. Especially the 'Pale Orc', who lost his arm to Thorin and vowed to end the line of Durin. (Y/N) and Bilbo listened intently, and anyone who was awake -- or had been woken up -- listened just as intently to the story they had heard once before. Bilbo and (Y/N) looked to Thorin with more respect than they had before. Sure, he was a good leader and many were loyal to him, but now they knew the story of why and of how he had become such a well-respected leader.

It was no wonder to (Y/N) that these dwarves would follow Thorin through such a treacherous journey to Erebor. To fight a horrific battle against a dragon to reclaim the mountain. They all fell asleep -- minus Kili who was put on first watch much to his dismay -- thinking of the epic story Balin told of Thorin's victory. Although the mountain was not reclaimed that day, many dwarves made it back home with minor injuries. The casualties had been high, but without Thorin, they would've been devastating according to Balin.

The next couple days were spent on horseback with few breaks. As they continued on, the sky began to look darker and cloudier with each passing hour. Then...it began to pour down with cold rain. Trudging on through the rain was not on (Y/N)'s bucket list for the journey. Before leaving the comforts of home, they didn't think about how the outdoors...was the outdoors...and the rain...would also be outdoors. The rain soaked their clothing and body, straight through to their bones. 'Lucky me...' they thought sourly as the dwarves behind them on the trail also grumbled and groaned over the weather.

"Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori asked with a groan and heavy sigh.

"It is raining, Master Dwarf." Gandalf replied with an attitude expected from an angsty teenager, "And it will continue to rain until the rain is done." He huffed. (Y/N) had their arms around him, clinging for warmth as they shivered from the cold rain. They felt as he took in a deep breath and calmed his nerves before he continued, "If you wish to change the weathers of the world, you should find yourself another wizard."

"And are there any?" Bilbo asked what the whole group was thinking.

"Any what?" Gandalf asked back, lost in his own thoughts and grumbling.

"Other wizards?" (Y/N) asked, now thoroughly intrigued.

"Why yes, of course!" Gandalf smiled. "There is Saruman the White, our leader. And the two blue wizards..." He paused once more with a frown before he continued, "...You know, I've quite forgotten their names. And there is also Radagast the Brown!" He returned to his smiling self at the thought of his dear friend.

"And..." Bilbo wound up his verbal shot, "Is he a great wizard? Or is he...more like you?" He asked. Gandalf went to answer before pausing and registering his dig. He turned around to face Bilbo and even directed his subtle glare to (Y/N).

"What did I do?" They huffed and glared right back. Eventually, Gandalf ignored the sick burn dished out by Bilbo and the group finally got through the rain. It settled enough for them to have a short rest and eat a decent meal. Just as food was dished out and began to be gobbled down, it then began to downpour once more...right on everyone's soup. "Oh, nice. Extra watery." (Y/N) groaned unhappily.

A few more days of journeying and riding brought the group to a little rundown, destroyed homestead. Or what looked to be left of a homestead. "We'll camp here for the night." Thorin declared after a moment of walking around and examining the area. Gandalf wandered closer to the homestead and looked around at who knows what. It looked completely abandoned, but (Y/N) could almost make out some dishes left around the table and wash basin.

"I think we should continue forwards just a little bit further." Gandalf declared after Thorin began to hand out tasks for setting up camp. "The Hidden Pass is not far from here and I think we'll find Lord Elrond to be..." Gandalf was then cut off by Thorin.

"We will not seek refuge with the elves. We've done fine on our own and this will not change simply because of an abandoned house." A moment's glare was passed between the wizard and dwarf before Thorin turned back to the others, demanding firewood and the ponies to be tied up in a specific spot. Gandalf huffed and grumbled, walking past the group and returning to mount his horse all the while muttering under his breath. A family of spiders crawled their way out of the abandoned house which sent (Y/N) climbing up a tree at record speed.

"Where are you going?" Bilbo asked, moving his attention away from (Y/N) who was currently stuck in the tree like a poor cat. The family of spiders carefully made their way into the forest past (Y/N) and paid the company no mind. Once it was safe enough, (Y/N) climbed down and landed on the floor with a loud thud which earned them a chorus of well-meaning laughter from the group.

"To seek counsel with the only intelligent person in this group." Gandalf declared at once. Baffled by the ease of the group before him.

"And-and...who would that be?" Bilbo glanced at the easily entertained persons of the group and the incredibly stoic persons before glancing back to Gandalf again.

"MYSELF!" He finally snapped and rode off into the distance, leaving the group far behind. Like an angsty teenager running away from their overbearing family, Gandalf left to find a moment's peace and perhaps even enjoy a little smoke. Not much more had to be said by the group. Everyone worked together to set up the camp and cook the food. Fili and Kili were to watch the ponies and make sure they ate and drank something before the group slept for the night. Bilbo was given two bowls of food to take to the brothers. He begrudgingly agreed. Ignoring his own appetite, he walked away from the nice campfire to where the ponies were.

(Y/N) looked around after they finished their bowl of soup. It was strange for Bilbo to not be back after several minutes. They spoke up, "Hey, has anyone seen Bilbo yet? It's not like him to be late for food." The group fell silent and looked around at the camp and abandoned house as they attempted to find the smaller man. Suddenly, out of the bushes burst Fili and Kili. The whole group jumped to their feet and shouted with alarm. Before they could be reprimanded for jumpscaring the group, they shouted out in alarm.

"The ponies! A couple went missing and Bilbo went to see where they wandered to! There was a campfire! He went to investigate! These trolls were going to cook the ponies! We have to help Bilbo!" Fili and Kili declared as they panted, out of breath from sprinting to the camp.

"Show us where this campfire is." Thorin sighed, tiredly. Everyone grabbed their axes and weapons and took off, insisting (Y/N) stay behind. (Y/N) shook their head and insisted on going with the group. They'd much rather not be alone in the creepy forest. The group reluctantly agreed, but under the condition they keep back from the trolls and remain hidden in the bushes and trees. (Y/N) nodded at this. They clearly had a grand reputation of climbing and dismounting trees gracefully. Kili and Fili led the way through the trees and bushes until a small light like a fire could be spotted and loud voices boomed in an argument. It was a surprise the entire forest did not hear the trolls' arguing.

Once the group approached the campfire, they noticed the trolls were holding Bilbo hostage in their hands, up in the air, and were waving him around like a little doll. Kili was the first to charge in and struck the troll holding Bilbo. Although, to the troll it may have felt more like a pinprick rather than a slice from a sword. The troll dropped Bilbo and cried out a loud, high-pitched shriek. The rest of the group followed after Kili and began rushing the trolls, slicing and stabbing at their ankles, wrists and feet. (Y/N) went to climb the nearest tree for safety. Until they saw Bilbo picking up a troll's knife and carrying it over to the captured ponies. He began to slowly saw away at the rope that tied the fencing together, holding the ponies. (Y/N) moved towards Bilbo quickly and quietly. They hoisted one end of the knife over their shoulder and together Bilbo and (Y/N) managed to saw the rope away and release all of the captured ponies.

The dwarves continued to put up a good fight until a troll caught sight of the escaped ponies and Bilbo and (Y/N). He rushed over and made grabby hands at the duo. The frightened hobbit and menace evaded the troll's grasp as best they could. Dodging and rolling to the side, running and ducking. Until they were unfortunately captured and then waved around like little dolls. The other trolls grabbed their knives and aimed them at the Bilbo and (Y/N), threatening to cut if the dwarves didn't surrender. This had the dwarves' full attention.

"Lasso?" Gloin sighed without malice.

"I'm sorry! Bro came at me like a bloody shylock!!" ((1920s slang for 'loanshark')). "I didn't have time to react!"

"It's alright. We yield." Thorin spoke roughly and with attitude, like an angsty teenager, and they all dropped their weapons in surrender as Bilbo and (Y/N) remained held in a painfully tight grasp with knives to their heads. Soon, all the dwarves had been picked up and either tied to a cooking spit, or put into a potato sack and then tossed into a pile on the ground. Bilbo and (Y/N) were also put into their own potato sacks and tossed in with the dwarves.

Bilbo and (Y/N) caught sight of a tall man in a grey cloak scuttling past between two great boulders surrounded by bushes. They quickly made eye contact and Bilbo thought fast just as the trolls spoke about needing to "speed things up before the sunrise kills them." He jumped up in his little potato sack and hopped over.

"Wait! You're doing it wrong!" He declared. (Y/N) hopped over in a potato sack of their own.

"Yes! You're awfully bad at cooking dwarf, aren't you?"

"You whot?" The trolls growled. "How do you know all about cooking dwarf?"

"Lovely family meal for the uhhh, the holiday season." Bilbo gulped.

"Yeah, it feeds the whole family for a week." (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

"Well, what would you have us do then?" A troll towered over, leaning down slightly to listen.

"Well, there's a secret to cooking dwarf thoroughly. All that tough meat...hard to chew." Bilbo cleared his throat, searching his mind desperately for any thought at all.

"Well, go on then! Go on then!" The troll bellowed, "Tell us the secret!"

"Yes, yes...I-I'm telling you the secret." Bilbo huffed exasperatedly as he quickly thought of an excuse to delay for time. "The secret is...the secret is...you need to...skin them first!" He finally finished. The dwarves began an uproar, horrified by this 'betrayal'. The trolls quickly argued amongst themselves — a common occurrence — about how the dwarves needed to be cooked to taste the best and one of them stepped away from the trio to pick up poor Bombur as he stated his point. Bombur looked up at the troll in horror as the troll spoke.

"Why, you could eat 'em raw! I've done it plenty of times before! Nice and juicy!" The troll grinned and opened its' mouth. (Y/N) cringed, but spoke out quickly in a panic.

"No! Not that one! He has parasites and worms in his...tubes!" They declared semi-confidently.

"EUGH!" The troll exclaimed and dropped poor Bombur with a face full of disgust.

"You whot?" The other trolls questioned. This information was greatly confusing to them. Bilbo, noticing the confusion, decided that was the best topic to stay on to delay until sunrise. It clearly had their attention.

"Hey! We don't have parasites!" Kili defended indignantly.

"Parasites?" Fili was quite offended by this.

"Parasites? Did he say we have parasites?" Oin asked as he was without his hearing aid horn.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites!" Kili huffed out from his spot on the ground.

"I don't know what you're talking about lasso!" Gloin shouted over from beside Oin. Thorin caught on to what the two newest members of the group were doing and decided to agree with them. Thorin kicked Gloin to shut him up. He kicked him so hard it hurt the two dwarf princes beside him and everyone shut up immediately. Suddenly their tunes had changed. "I've...got parasites as big as my arm!" Gloin declared instead.

"Mine are the biggest parasites!" Kili declared loudly.

"I've got huge parasites!" Fili nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we're riddled!" Ori agreed from the rotating cooking spit he was tied to.

"What would you have us do instead then?" A troll loomed over (Y/N) and growled out, "Let them all go!?"

"Well..." Bilbo shrugged his shoulders as best he could in a potato sack.

"Do you take us for fools?" Another troll stepped forwards.

"Well..." (Y/N) shrugged their shoulders as best they could.

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf shouted as he suddenly appeared on top of the largest boulder.

"Who's that?" A troll asked.

"No idea." The other replied.

"Can we eat him?" The third questioned. Gandalf didn't give them anymore time to react. He raised his staff and suddenly struck the boulder he stood on, magically cracking it in half. As the cracked boulder fell away it revealed the sun, rising from the East. Almost at once, the trolls' skin began to turn to stone and they shriveled up and died. Everyone huffed sighs of relief and slowly Gandalf helped Bilbo and (Y/N) to untie everyone. Once they were all safe and had their weapons back, Thorin and Gandalf spoke quietly. Just barely loud enough for the whole group to hear.

"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far South?" Thorin questioned.

"Oh, not for an age...not since a darker power ruled these lands." Gandalf answered with a look of great concern. "They could not move in sunlight. There must be a troll cave nearby." Gandalf concluded thoughtfully. He lead the group to a nearby cave and inside they saw all sorts of treasures, gold, merchandise and weapons from previous victims of travellers.

"Holy mackerel." (Y/N) gasped as they entered the cave. It went from appearing small, to opening up and revealing a big room with enough space for the trolls to move around. Inside the troll horde, Oin, Gloin and Bofur began to put all the gold and jewellry they could get their hands on into a small chest and then bury it inside the cave in a slightly obvious place.

"Making a future investment." Gloin declared when Dwalin raised an eyebrow at him. Before Nori could swipe a gorgeous silver bracelet, (Y/N) snatched it up and began dusting it with their tunic. Nori poked his tongue at (Y/N) and they quickly reciprocated, except they stopped almost as soon as they started. Nori, however, was caught by his older brother Dori.

"Nori! What're you doing that for? You're being a sore loser, ey?" Dori huffed and dragged the guilty younger dwarf away from (Y/N) who continued to victoriously clean their new bracelet. The bracelet had a single (birthstone from your birth month) in the centre with delicate leaf patterns surrounding it, holding it in place. The bracelet looked more like a silver wreath with all the tiny leaf patterns which adorned it. Gandalf and Thorin had found a barrel of stolen swords and weapons. Thorin picked up two decent blades, cleaned off some cobwebs, handed one to Gandalf and began to unsheathe his to examine it further.

"An elvish blade...from the first age..." Gandalf muttered in surprise as he stepped closer to examine both weapons. Thorin paused and began to put his back. "You could not ask for a better blade!" Gandalf declared loudly. Thorin swallowed his pride and nodded. He decided to take it after all. Despite his distrust and dislike for the elves, he could admire and appreciate good craftsmanship. The group began filtering from the cave, but Gandalf lingered a moment more. Once he emerged to rejoin the group, he handed Bilbo a tiny elvish dagger that would be perfect for him to wield as a sword. Then (Y/N) received an elvish blade which was light, easy to move at a quick speed. Theirs was slightly longer than Bilbo's dagger. (Imagine a Jian sword). "These are about your sizes." He noted.

"Oh, my gosh it's gorgeous." (Y/N) admired their blade carefully, unsheathing it and continuing to wipe cobwebs off. "And you're trusting me with this?" They grinned wide like a Cheshire cat.

"For now...unless you prove to be too reckless." Gandalf sighed with a heaviness only a tired grandpa could manage. "Bilbo, while both are elvish blades, only yours will glow blue if there are orcs or goblins nearby."

"Aw man." (Y/N) pouted as they attempted to tie the sword's sheath to their waist. This was not going well and they had to step away to Fili for help. They returned to stand beside Bilbo and Gandalf in less than a minute after Fili had finished helping.

"I...I have never used a sword in my life." Bilbo finally whispered after admiring the work that had been put into the beautiful blade.

"And I hope you never have to." Gandalf nodded. "And if either of you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing, not when to take a life, but when to spare one." He spoke softly. The Hobbit and Menace(tm) listened intently to his words. The soft moment was broken by Thorin calling out.

"Something's coming!" He declared. The group got into fighting stances and waited as something came barrelling towards them.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" A voice cried out from the trees to the group's left. A strange brown cloaked wizard then came to rest in front of the group with cute rabbits that had pulled his sled.

"Pick one, please. Not all three. This isn't bingo night." (Y/N) groaned.

"Ah! Radagast the Brown!" Gandalf stepped forward and greeted his old friend with cheer and confusion evident in his tone and expression. "What on Earth are you doing here?" He questioned as his expression and tone turned from cheer to concern.

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong." Radagast explained. He looked terrified and gravely serious as he stared at the group.

"Yes?" Gandalf waited surprisingly patiently for his friend to continue. Radagast went to speak, but stopped himself several times, evidently trying to remember what he had come to talk about.

"Just give me a minute...oh!" Radagast huffed out frustratedly and flapped his arms up and then down in despair. "It was on the tip of my tongue! Right on the tip of my tongue and now I can't remember!" He paused a moment and then looked back to the group, "Oh, it wasn't a thought at all. It was a silly ol' stick insect." He spoke half mumbling as Gandalf picked the bug out of his friend's mouth. Bilbo and (Y/N) made eye contact and took a couple steps back from the well-meaning, but clearly insane man. Kili and Fili followed suit. Gandalf and Radagast moved to have a quiet conversation over on the other side of a pile of old, mossy rocks away from the rest of the group. Once they finally moved to join the rest of the group once more, looking gravely serious and stressed, (Y/N) spoke up with concern.

"Guys, I'd love to sit down and chat; tea, cake and the whole shebang, but we really gotta skitty." ((1970s slang for 'hurry and leave')) (Y/N) nervously looked around as sudden dread filled their entire body. Suddenly, a warg cry could be heard and everyone else understood their meaning. They had stayed in one spot for far too long and were obviously being tracked by something — or someone — dangerous.

"I shall hold them off for as long as I can, keeping their attention so you can all run for safety." Radagast cried out and jumped onto his sled.

"No!" Gandalf took hold of the brown wizard's arm. "Those are not wolves, they are wargs! Fast and dangerous! You wouldn't be able to outrun them!"

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits!" Radagast looked Gandalf in the eye with a glint of amusement. "I'd like to see them try." Gandalf met his eyes with a grin and let him go. He raced off and began calling out taunts and jests to get the wargs' attention on him. Gandalf turned to the group and quickly cried out in a half hushed voice:

"Follow me!" He stated and then began to run in the direction opposite to Radagast. The rest of the group had no choice but to follow him. They ran through the forest until they came to a clearing and hills with rocks all around them and still they ran on. Radagast's hoots and hollers could be heard in the distance and each time he barely came into sight, the group ducked behind boulders and large rocks to let the wargs pass by in their chase so they remained unseen. The group ran quickly and determinedly, following Gandalf with no questions asked. (Y/N)'s only thought was to keep up with the group; their thighs were burning in pain like hell and they could feel a stitch in their side was starting.

The group ducked behind a boulder once more, but not before Ori accidentally got the attention of a warg and his orc rider. The two came above the group, sniffing the air and ground and looking everywhere but down. Thorin nodded to Kili, who then took out his bow and an arrow and then nocked it. Once he received another nod from Thorin, he sprinted forwards and turned around so fast, firing off the arrow and taking down the warg, (Y/N) felt their neck heat up. The group lunged at the half-dead warg and his orc rider, attacking quickly and without mercy. The warg let out a half-cry before dying, but it was enough to gain the attention of all the other wargs and orcs. When the valley turned quiet, the group knew it was too late. Their cover was blown and they'd been found out.

"Do you think they noticed?" Ori whispered to (Y/N) and Dori who were closest to him. The group looked at each other and then Bilbo scurried forwards to peek around a boulder. The wargs and orcs were looking straight at him, gathering themselves into a group before moving. The group didn't wait a second more for the wargs to start charging in their direction.

"Yup they definitely noticed." Bilbo squeaked. The group took off running as quickly as they could once more, still being led by Gandalf who refused to look at any of them after their little stunt of giving away their location. (Y/N) equated the feeling to a parent who wasn't mad...just disappointed. Finally, the group found themselves at some secret entrance looking crack in the ground between two boulders.

"Go, go, go!" Gandalf ordered. Thorin looked to the entrance, then back at the wargs charging forwards and his kin defending themselves. Kili had begun firing arrows, Ori used his slingshot and Nori had grabbed out his sword, waiting for the approaching orcs. Thorin then nodded to his loyal group. That's all it took and Dwalin and Balin jumped down into the hidden entrance of a tunnel. Next when Dori who dragged Nori and Ori with him. Bilbo and (Y/N) wasted no time following, but (Y/N) did glance back to Kili who continued to buy the group some time. This did not go unnoticed by Bilbo, however he'd bring it up when things were calmer. Bifur and Bofur jumped down after and Bombur quickly followed them. Oin and Gloin were next, then Thorin turned to Fili who adamantly refused to go without his brother.

"Kili!!!" Thorin called as loud as he could, "Run!!!" This got his attention and he took off running to join the group in the secret entrance, putting his arrow back into his quiver. Fili jumped into the tunnel and Kili followed with Gandalf and Thorin right after them. A loud horn sounded out through the valley as the group unsheathed their weapons, ready to take on a fight in case it was orcs. Gandalf, however, made no move to do the same. He knew the sound of that horn. Horses' hooves stormed across the valley ground above the tunnel and the subtle sound of arrows firing and hitting their targets could be heard. That subtle sound being the wargs and orcs cries of pain before dropping dead.

Suddenly, an orc fell into the tunnel and the whole group backed away so it landed on the ground with a hard thud. Thorin bent down and picked an arrow out of its' head and examined the craftsmanship very closely. "Elves." He declared, eyes boring into Gandalf's guilty gaze. An awkward silence filled the tunnel as the sound of the horses' faded into the distance and all the sounds of battle stopped. No one spoke up until Dwalin, who was unaware of this realisation, spoke up from the front of the group.

"I think this path in the tunnel leads to a way out!" He declared to the rest of the group. Thorin didn't say anything, so neither did anyone else. Even (Y/N) didn't want to speak with the awkward tension that hung in the air between Thorin and Gandalf. The group simply followed Dwalin through a series of paths that indeed took them outside of the small cave system. There, they all stood in awe on the rocky cliffs which looked into the most beautiful valley they'd ever seen. Waterfalls and the most green nature (Y/N) had seen outside of the Shire, surrounded a small settlement which stood in the centre of it all, half carved into cliffs and the mountains. The only paths to this shining, glistening architecture was across bridges.

Even from this far back, (Y/N) could see the intricate detailing on the buildings, statues and rooftops and they greatly wished to study it closer. It was clearly Elven and it was the most beautiful place they'd ever seen. The smell of fresh flowers and nature engulfed their senses and the sound of birds chirping in the trees, and small critters scuttling into bushes and some fish splashing in the river caught their attention all at once. Everywhere they looked it was stunning and as the adrenaline and tension quickly left their body, they realised they felt safe and at peace.

"So this was your plan all along? To seek refuge with our enemy?" Thorin accused Gandalf.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf retaliated before calming himself down. "We have a map we cannot read and questions we need answered. This will have to be handled with tact and no small degree of charm." He sighed as Thorin bowed his head in slightly shame at his own behaviour. "Which is why you all shall leave the talking to me." He finished, walking forwards through the group to lead them across a bridge and into Rivendell. The entire group feigned offense and there were small 'hurt' gasps from some of the group, but no one made any move to disagree.

-- The End --

[crownedghostprince]

How I Think They'd Comfort You

X-Men x Reader Headcanons

Headcanons of how I think these x-men would comfort you: Quicksilver; Nightcrawler; Gambit; Rogue; Storm; Shadowcat.

Warning: Inconsistent use of tenses (I wrote half of these half asleep). Fic Length: Short, but nearly medium.

Second Person Perspective (you)

~ Quicksilver ~

If you're sad and crying, Peter's first thought would be to bring you snacks like twinkies, donuts, chocolate and your favourite drink. He'd also grab a box of tissues and then sit beside you and ask if you wanted to talk about what had upset you. He'd be a listening ear if you wanted to rant, or vent. And if you didn't want to talk about it? He'd stay with you and keep you company, giving you hugs (if you'd like) and telling silly stories about how he'd trip when running, or how he accidentally overheard the neighbour's last petty fight.

If you're sick he'd ask his mum to make you soup (he can't cook to save his life) and he'd bring you water and whatever medicines you might need. He'd make sure you had a comfortable spot in the living room and he'd put your favourite movie on the tv.

If you experience menstrual cramps he'd be on his way to the store before you even asked. Hygiene products, bags of your favourite chips, chocolate and extra pain killer medicines would be delivered to you in a little gift basket with a note saying "I love you". After his store run, he'd heat up your heat pack and then snuggle in beside you for cuddles (or on top of you on the couch like a weighted blanket).

If you're overtired he's the first to check in on you. Pete would bring you tea (or juice), a home cooked meal his mum made and then offer to lay down with you and rest, or you both go out somewhere. If you choose to go out somewhere, he'd take you to a skate park first and then for a walk through a park (his plan is to exhaust you physically so you can sleep easier).

If you're stressed he's right there with water. Once your most important work is finished, he's practically begging for you both to do something. His bribe is "only for a few minutes" and you give in knowing it'd be longer than that. You both play a couple games of table tennis and pacman before heading to a park and messing around on the equipment (swings, monkey bars, etc).

~ Nightcrawler ~

If you're sad and crying, at first, he might assume the worst. He'd check if you were injured or hurt, or if someone had been horrible to you then he'd ask you to tell him who it was. No matter what the reasoning, he'd be right there beside you to help you. He'll listen if you need to get it off your chest, he'll teleport briefly to bring you tissues and water, and he'd wrap his tail around your waist to hold you close. If you need a distraction from everything, he'd offer to take you out somewhere like a museum, or aquarium.

If you're sick? He'd bring you everything without question. There's no need for you to get up if you feel faint and dizzy. He'll bring you your medicine, soup and toast, water, an electrolyte drink and he'll check your fever often.

If you experience menstrual cramps, he might not be entirely sure how to help. He'll heat up your heat pack, bring you snacks and pain killer medicine and keep you company. If you want him to read to you, he will. If you want him to watch something with you, then he will. If you want to go out, or stay home, he'd be with you the whole time. He felt bad not knowing how to help you so offering you his company is the least he felt he could do.

If you're overtired, Kurt would make you a sleepy time tea, or your favourite tea, (or a warm milk drink with flavoured syrup). If you're on the couch unable to sleep, he'll slowly teleport in pillows and blankets and plushies until you're completely surrounded. He may put some sort of low-stimulation cartoon on the tv (like old disney) and then offer you a head or back massage while you rest.

If you're stressed, he'd watch you from the shadows of the room you're in. You won't be able to see him because he'd be completely invisible in the dark and he'd use this to his advantage. The minute your priority work was done, he's teleporting over and wrapping you in a big hug. He'd greet you with the biggest smile as if he didn't spend the last fifteen minutes waiting for an opportunity to make you take a break. "Liebling, there's a new cafe just down the street. Would you please join me for a hot drink and cake?" Honestly, how could you resist his bright smile and cheery demeanor? You'd probably respond with something like, "just for a few minutes", but let's be real he wouldn't be letting you return to work until you had a proper half hour break at the very least.

~ Gambit ~

If you're sad and crying, he'd want to know what was wrong straight away. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd offer you a hug and then a distraction instead. You can't be sad if he's finding ways to make you smile. Pulling harmless pranks on Cyclops and Wolverine, raiding the kitchen for the best snacks you can find, sitting on the rooftop with a blanket and your goody haul, watching a group of young mutants play soccer in the distance. The entire time he'd be giving you the cheesiest compliments you'd ever heard.

If you're sick then he'd make homemade chicken noodle soup. Remy is a wonderful cook and he's gonna be determined to make sure you eat something when you're feeling unwell. He wouldn't mind if you didn't want to go to a doctor. He'd get you the medicine you need himself. Remy would a hundred percent cuddle with you if you let him. 'Contagious illness' sounds like a challenge.

If you experience menstrual cramps then he'd bring you everything you ask for (and then some). He'd get you a gift basket of hygiene products, your favourite snacks and chocolate, a stuffed plush of your favourite animal, your favourite soft drink (soda) and even a new cover for your heat pack if yours is getting old or dirty. He'd watch whatever tv you want to. Trashy tv? Sure! Rom-com? Say less! He'd be completely invested in the plot, enough to point out plot holes and make you laugh.

If you're overtired then he'd lay down with you until you can fall asleep. If you struggle with insomnia, he'd read to you (even if you don't fall asleep, at least you can rest and hear a nice story). If you're restless, he'd take you out for a couple of drinks at a nice bar, or maybe a late night snack run. Then he'd drive you both around until you found somewhere nice to stop and eat. If you fall asleep on the drive back home, he'd carry you into the house and to your bed.

If you're stressed and focused on your work to the point you don't even notice him? He'd place a glass of water in front of you and then rest his chin on top of your head. He'd wait for you to finish your current tasks and acknowledge him before he turns you away from your work. "Seems like you need a break, chere." He'd make sure you eat something and then rest. He'll lay on top of you if he has to. He takes stress very seriously and will make sure you don't burn yourself out. If you have to return to work after the break, he'd make you a coffee and sugary snack.

~ Rogue ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear, wanting to know exactly what had happened. She'd get angry on your behalf if it has to do with people, coworkers, or neighbours. If you simply want comfort, then she'd offer you her company and time. She'd take you somewhere nice, like a park, or maybe a nice drive to the beach. Some place where you can feel sad, but hopefully start feeling a little bit better. On the drive, she'd buy you both your favourite fast food.

If you're sick, she'd bring you soup and suggest maybe seeing a doctor. If you insist you don't need a doctor then she'd ask McCoy the best way to help you. He'd suggest the right medicines for your symptoms and the best way you can rest so you'd feel better sooner. She'd keep an eye on you if you had a fever and if it got too high for her liking she'd be taking you to McCoy.

If you experience menstrual cramps? She'd understand very well what you'd be going through. She'd offer you massages (head, shoulders, stomach, back), she'd help you wash up for the day and take the pain killer you need and then she'd make a hearty breakfast for you both to enjoy while watching something on tv.

If you're overtired, she'd offer to take you on a late night drive (or flight) depending on how you felt about heights/flying. She wouldn't be keen on getting food unless it was a little snack and a nice hot drink. If you eat too much food before finally falling asleep, you could wake up feeling sick or unwell from indigestion. She'd also read with you, or stay up painting your nails if you enjoy that and simply talking about life, how your week went and high school stories are definite. She had very interesting high school experiences (her teachers were nightmares).

If you're stressed, she'd insist on you taking a break (whether your most important work was done or not). In her opinion, you can't be burning yourself out over a few tasks at work. The work should be split up better and she'll die on that hill. She'd take you away for a well-earned break, meal and distraction. Anna-Marie would play darts with you, pool/billiards, table tennis and literally any other game if it'll take your mind off your work. Poker, or basketball, maybe even volleyball.

~ Storm ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd offer you a listening ear and her quiet, comforting presence. She won't make you talk about it if you don't want to, but she'd be there to give you advice if you needed it. Ororo would believe in confronting what had made you upset in the first place, rather than distracting yourself from it. But she'd understand if you wanted some time to process things before dealing with what had happened.

If you're sick she'd a hundred percent cook for you. Toast, a smoothie (yes this counts as cooking), a little plate of cut fruit. She'd cut the fruit into little shapes if it helped you eat it. She'd bring you straight to McCoy, or she'd bring McCoy straight to you. He'd give you some medicine for your symptoms and then let the mother hen Ororo take back over looking after you.

If you experience menstrual cramps, she'd be right there with you. She'd sleep-in with you, make a nice warm bath/shower for you both to enjoy with a couple nice candles and then a warm heat pack right after with your favourite movies lined up to watch on the tv. It'd be a nice rest day for the both of you and she'd love to cuddle with you on the couch with cups of hot chocolate.

If you're overtired then she'd be the first to suggest a walk about the grounds and gardens. She'd get you a melatonin and calming cup of tea (or a hot chocolate) if you'd like. She'd set up a blanket and couple of pillows on the rooftop and lay down with you just watching the stars and pointing out little constellations that she might recognize.

If you're stressed, she'd offer to take you somewhere for a break. She'd wait until your most important work was done and then take you to a planetarium, or museum. Ororo would take you on a little window shopping and even buy you a couple nice new outfits or books. After a few hours, she'd let you return to work, but not without you promising to take more frequent breaks (even if it's just for water and food).

~ Shadowcat ~

If you're sad and crying, she'd immediately want to comfort you with hugs, food and a silly, comedy movie. She won't ask you to talk about it, but she'd be a good listener if you chose to talk about it. She might even suggest playing some 'Just Dance' or pulling a harmless prank on someone to take your mind off whatever was happening.

If you're sick, she'd bring you a cup of soup mix and make it for you. She'd offer to take you to a doctor, but if you refuse she'd get you medicines that'd help ease your symptoms. Something for a runny nose, or a cough and she'd put on your favourite tv show to binge watch together. She may keep her distance though, she won't want to catch your cold or flu.

If you experience menstrual cramps then she understands all too well. She'd offer you her heat pack, pain medicine and hygiene products and then she'd put on the saddest movie she could possibly find so you could both cry and eat chocolate and ice-cream together. She's more likely to do this if she's also started her period. If you don't enjoy watching sad movies? Say no more, she'll find the cringiest comedy you'd ever seen with the worst plot holes. Consistent storyline and character arcs? Never heard of them in this movie or show!

If you're overtired then she'd insist on you resting. You don't have to sleep if you can't, but she'd still insist you rest and close your eyes for a little while. Insomnia? Kitty would get you melatonin, a sleepy time tea (or a cup of warm milk) and then she'd read to you. Just can't stay still to sleep? She'd take you out to walk through the area you live (city, or town) and then you'd both get some snacks from an open late store before heading back home.

If you're stressed she'd offer you a distraction. Kitty would tell you stories from her high school days, or when she first figured out her powers. She'd probably won't wait for you to finish your work, so long as you had a couple days left before you needed to finish it. She'd drag you away to take a very necessary break. You'd both bake, or cook, together, have a little nap and maybe even do face masks/a skincare routine together.

~ the end ~

[trippiest]

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

[gayofthefae]

This is the like those “remember to be grateful you don’t have a sore throat right now” posts. It IS a beautiful day to not be in high school! Thank you!

[i-am-a-fish]

there is nothing badass about not taking an ibuprofen when you need it

[crownedghostprince]

Harmless Pranks I Think They'd Pull

X-Men x Reader Headcanons

Harmless pranks I think these x-men would pull on you for fun. Quicksilver; Nightcrawler; Gambit; Rogue; Storm; Shadowcat.

Warning: too many commas in use ("just end the sentence" no! :c) Fic length: medium fic.

---- Second Person Perspective (you)

~ Quicksilver ~

He'd definitely draw cat whiskers on your face with a marker while you nap. He'd even colour in the tip of your nose like a cat's nose.

Wherever you place your shoes, he'd move them a few centimeters to the side and put his there. He'd then wait, watching for you to notice and react.

If you own makeup, he'd start doing some subtle eyeshadow and then slowly increase how much eyeshadow he wears until you notice. If you notice, but say nothing and don't react, he'd continue applying heavier eyeshadow until it touched his eyebrows. He'd probably choose dark blue, or sparkly silver eyeshadow too.

He'd be the type to pause when running by you and stand behind you, tap you on one shoulder, but then move to the opposite to surprise you with a kiss on the cheek. He'd then take off again before you can say anything.

If you own plushies/stuffed toys? He'd have so much fun. Especially if you own candles, a yoga mat, books and any sort of plastic cups. He'll set up a whole tea party for your plushies in the corner of your room. He'd make a fort for them with books and a blanket in the center of your room. One day he might set your bed up like the plushies are telling scary stories with open books and unlit candles around them and a group cowering in the corner of your bed.

Peter's the type to wear sunglasses so you "can't see what he's looking at" when out in public and then move in front of you and stare (very obviously) at your chest, biceps, or he'd move to your side and look at your ass. He would not be subtle about it either. He'd make sure you knew exactly where he was looking.

~ Nightcrawler ~

He'd stand to one side of you and use his tail to tap your opposite shoulder when you're not looking. He'd do it a couple times, while making sure you knew it was him though. He wouldn't want to do something that irritated you, or upset you in any way.

He'd only pull pranks he'd think would make you laugh or smile. He'd get one of those label printing machines and put labels on a bunch of random stuff in your room and bathroom. Your light switch? Labelled. Your shower? Labelled. Your bedroom wall? Labelled. Your pet? A label right on top of their little head.

Kurt would leave sticky notes with smiley faces on a random object in your room until it was completely covered, or you noticed. You have a box of tissues you rarely touch, or use? He is slowly covering every millimeter of space on that box with sticky note smiley faces. You know it's him too. You see him subtly sneak closer to the tissue box and then quickly move away as inconspicuously as possible.

If you have hair that can be braided (even the tiniest braid) he'd offer to do it for you. He'd braid your hair and sneakily put in cute hair clips, or flowers to decorate the braid. He'd consider this a prank, because he didn't ask you first. If you don't have hair, but wear hats or headbands of any kind, he'd instead attach little decorations to those without damaging them.

If you own jewellry of any kind (bracelets, watches, necklaces, rings, etc) he'd definitely wear a couple when you go out. He's always very careful to not ruin, misplace, or break them. He makes sure it's obvious and he'll strut and sway his hips when he wears quite a bit of your jewellry.

Kurt's the type to get embarrassing couples' t-shirts and Christmas sweaters. Doesn't even have to be specifically for Christmas, sometimes he'll beg you to wear it just for a trip to the grocery store during Autumn. It's embarrassing, but it's fun. And yes, he'd consider this a 'prank' because it's silly and fun and can make you laugh (please don't contradict him or explain how a prank is 'supposed' to work).

~ Gambit ~

If you enjoy card tricks, he'd offer to show you some. He'd 'shuffle' a big deck of cards and then ask you to pick a card, "any card, mon ami" and he'd watch carefully to see the card you go to pick. If you go for a card he has clearly labelled to help him with the trick, the minute you reach for the card he'd grab it and throw it over his head saying "you don't want that one, chère" and it'd explode on the ground behind him. The next card you pick and place back into the deck, he'd find immediately after messing around with the deck of cards. Except the card he pulled had a little marker dot on the corner which yours didn't have. You're certain he had two types of each card in his hand for the trick.

He'd sticky tape fruit to the fruit stand. You'll go to pick up an apple, or banana, and find you're met with resistance. You'll then notice the thin bit of sticky tape holding the fruit hostage to the fruit stand. It ends up peeling off pretty easily.

If you work from home, when he has a day off and he's bored, he'll pick a figurine, or plush, you own and move it around the house. You'll see it in the kitchen with a bowl and spoon beside it; in the living room with sunglasses and a book open and once you even saw it carefully sticky taped to the ceiling fan.

Sometimes, Remy will use food dye when he bakes for you. Pancakes? They're now pink. Waffles? They're now yellow. Chocolate chip cookies? Dyed blue. It has no extra flavour or anything, no it simply changes the colour to something bright.

Remy's the type to sneak up on you (if you're okay with it) and give you a surprise hug, or kiss. He'd be as silent as possible and even suddenly appear from around a corner, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you up into the air with a little spin before setting you back down and kissing your forehead.

If you enjoy doing lego builds, puzzles, or colouring-in, when you walk away in the middle of the activity, he'll come over and find a piece of lego or puzzle that you'd been searching for. He'd then put it in a more obvious spot and move away. If you're colouring-in, he'll choose a colour and then move the marker, or pencil, closer to your art as a suggestion. Don't be too surprised if you come back to your activity to find a couple of pieces of puzzle, or lego, or a few pencils moved. He'll consider this a prank, because he only does this when you leave the room for a moment.

~ Rogue ~

She'd be the type to ask if you want to play a game of cards, or poker, and if you say "yes" she'd bring out these massive playing cards. When holding the cards up (to the best of your ability) you can't see Anna Marie over the cards no matter how hard you try. To shuffle them is a nightmare and to play a game without dropping them is half the fun.

If it's your turn to do the dishes, she'd hold onto a random spoon, or fork, and wait until you're nearly done before handing it to you with a cheeky grin and a "thank you kindly, sugar". She'd then run away as fast as possible before you could splash the dirty, soapy water onto her.

Anna Marie would probably love leaving misleading compliment notes around where you'll see them. On your nightstand would be a note reading: "you should give up...on trying to look bad, because sugar you look good everyday." On your fridge a note read: "stop trying...to cook a bad meal I love everything you make <3".

If you own a chess board, she'd set it up in your living room and make a new scene nearly everyday. There was a funeral for a fallen king (there was a candle near the knocked over king piece and a little handkerchief covered him), a forbidden romance between the white and black bishops (the white castle caught them in the act "how scandalous"), and once the pawns started a revolution against the monarchy (pawns from both sides teamed up together in solidarity).

Sometimes, if Rogue sees you getting a picture taken (maybe journalists recognize you as an x-men, or maybe your friend dropped by and took a selfie with you), she'll find a way to photo bomb the picture from the background by striking various silly poses. Sometimes Scott and Jubilee join her.

Once she pranked you on April Fools Day. She walked up to you and gave you a hug and kiss like usual. She then asked if you wanted to hold hands and shop together. When you said yes, she slowly went to take her gloves off. Your astonishment was quickly replaced by confusion and surprise as she took her gloves off to reveal: a second pair of gloves. She took those off too. Lo and behold there was a third pair of gloves. At this point you wondered "how many gloves is she wearing?" Your question was eventually answered. She was laughing hysterically at your reaction to her seventh and final pair of gloves. These she ended up leaving on, but she gave you another hug and kiss. "Happy April Fools Day, sugar!" You both had a good day at the shops after the prank.

~ Storm ~

She'd probably love putting googly eyes on a bunch of random items around the house. The microwave, the kettle, a pencil, your pet, door handles and once you even found googly eyes on your shoes.

When Ororo got very bored and you were at work, she'd change your pillowcases to fresh ones. Not so bad right? Except she'd have bought the most incredible pillowcases she could find at the store and that's what she'd change them to when you were at work. The pillowcases would have pictures of silly hamsters, or just a zoomed in face of a bird. Once you came home to Edward Cullen and Jacob Black pillowcases from Twilight.

If you leave her with your phone, she'd find a way to change your general ringtone to a ringtone of her singing off-key on purpose. Each time she did it, she'd change the song she sung too. Once it was "Hopelessly Devoted to You" and another time it was "Bring me to Life".

If she was really bored, she'd probably put food colouring in your milk products. Suddenly, you'll be making your cups of tea or coffee with pink, or purple, milk.

She might use double sided tape to stick coins onto walls, desks, countertops or other spots. If you don't find the taped coins, they eventually fall off and the sound of hidden coins falling to the ground will sometimes make you jump.

She once went through your pile of clean socks and made all the pairs mismatched. She folded them too, so you couldn't tell until you unfolded them.

~ Shadowcat ~

She'd definitely hold an item behind her back as you look for it. And when you ask if she's seen it, she'd shake her head "no" while holding back a grin. When you ask to see behind her back she'd run so you end up chasing her around the room until she hands it over.

Kitty would hang out with you in the kitchen while you're making food and then grab your bowl, or plate, and run off with it. Or she'd quickly grab the bowl, or plate, and move it to a different spot in the kitchen. If she hides it in a cupboard, she'd give you hints on which one it was in.

If you have photographs around your home, or bedroom, Kitty would have a lot of fun putting paper mustaches on different people in the pictures. Fortunately, she used an adhesive that was temporary and wouldn't damage the glass on frames, or the paper photographs. Unfortunately, that meant the paper mustaches fell off after only two days.

Kitty would take a bunch of selfies with silly faces, fake mustaches, silly poses or random accessories and then print them out. She'd then put them in books you read, under your computer mouse, inside your wallet, taped to your water bottle, inside your lunch box (or bag) and you even found a couple inside your fridge.

Once, she bought a couple cheap bags of party balloons and blew them all up and left them all over the house. It was a lot of fun for your pets, but walking through the house and not stepping on the balloons proved to be quite the challenge.

When you came home one day, the whole house smelled like cookies. So naturally you assumed she baked. To your surprise, she had bought three cookie scented candles and lit them through the house. The candles were great, but you were a little upset about the lack of cookies.

[crownedghostprince]

Getting Matching Tattoos

X-Men x Reader Headcanons

Getting matching tattoos with the following x-men: Quicksilver; Nightcrawler; Gambit; Rogue; Storm; Shadowcat.

Warning: You may get sick and tired of reading "if you two chose to get..." <3 enjoy anyway. Fic length: short. ---- Second Person Perspective (you)

~ Quicksilver ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching blue, or white, lightning bolts.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching worms wearing cowboy hats.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have animals holding gaming controllers. e.g: you could have a calico cat holding a gaming controller and he might have a golden retriever dog holding a gaming controller.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably little hearts with each other's initials inside them. e.g: you'd have a heart with "p.m" inside it.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a blue orchid for him and he'd have a tattoo of your favourite flower.

~ Nightcrawler ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching sun and moon tattoos, or angel halo and angel wings tattoos (but one has white and the other has gold).

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have matching black and white cats tangled in strings of yarn, or your favourite animals sharing earphones.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably get dinosaur tattoos in each other's favourite colours.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have white, or gold, stars or sparkles.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a blue cornflower for him and he'd have a tattoo of your favourite flower.

~ Gambit ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have a 'Queen of Hearts' playing card and he'd have a 'King of Hearts' playing card.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have silly cats. e.g: you might have a surprised black cat tattoo and he might have a tattoo of a black cat holding a knife in its' mouth.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have two crows holding each other's favourite flowers, or your favourite animals wearing sunglasses.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have little hearts on your collarbones where you love to kiss each other, or you'd get butterflies (one wing being red for gambit and the other being your eye colour).

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd both probably have red roses with your initials along the stems.

~ Rogue ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have matching constellation tattoos. e.g: orion, or lepus, or each other's star signs.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have stars, hearts, or sparkles on the back of your hands where your fingers touch when intertwined.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have 'player 1' and 'player 2'. Or, you might get frogs wearing silly hats.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have raccoons in ski masks, or your favourite animals holding hands.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have an orange gladiolus flower tattoo for her with a sun above it and she'd have your favourite flower with a moon above it.

~ Storm ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have the sun and moon, or storm clouds with lightning.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have ferrets in colourful clown hats, or mice talking to each other on the phone.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have your favourite animals painting each other onto a canvas.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have inspirational quotes, or each other's birthday, or hands holding with the red string of fate intertwining them.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a skeleton flower tattoo for her and she'd have your favourite flower.

~ Shadowcat ~

If you two chose to get basic matching tattoos, you'd probably have the crown on your shoulder birthmark tattoo from Barbie: Princess and The Pauper, or you'd have matching tiara and crown tattoos.

If you two chose to get aesthetic matching tattoos, you'd probably have cat paw prints, or number tattoos. e.g: 444, 224, or maybe each other's birthdays, or maybe an anniversary date.

If you two chose to get matching animal tattoos, you'd probably have rats holding your favourite flowers, or your favourite animals wearing silly hats. e.g: cowboy or wizard hats.

If you two chose to get silly matching tattoos, you'd probably have shrimps in each other's favourite colour, or your favourite animals posing like runway models.

If you two chose to get matching flower tattoos, you'd probably have a pink geranium flower for her and she'd have a tattoo of your favourite flower.

[crownedghostprince]

A Stupid Tummy Ache

Viggo x gn!reader. Fandom: HTTYD

(Y/N) had felt nauseous all day. They decided to ignore the feeling and continued to work. This was a decision they came to regret later in the day when working for one very observant Viggo Grimborn.

Warning(s): Vomiting (warning for all my emetophobia peoples).

Word Count: 1,690

[Second Person Perspective]

You had awoken with a stupid tummy ache. That was all it was. You thought to yourself, 'you probably didn't get enough sleep,' although many would consider six hours to be a decent rest. After all, sleep deprivation can cause a little bit of nausea and you really had had a very long previous day. Yesterday, you had been awake since the sun rose to help Viggo with a lot of little jobs in the business. He had many things to check, people to meet, dragons to sell, hides to sell, and much, much more. You were more than glad to offer your aid in whatever manner you could, even if it meant going around and checking that each captured dragon was fed and locked up securely. Simply taking over that job gave Viggo one less thing to think about. It helped that Viggo trusted you.

He knew you could get a job done and have it done well, unlike his brother who sometimes (not always) preferred quantity over quality. Ryker often saw no harm in starving the dragons too much, or injuring them if they swipe or snap at him. Viggo would prefer this didn't occur as the dragons were worth more with a good amount of meat on their bones and no blemishes or injuries that could lower their price. You focused back to the present moment and readied yourself for another long day. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon and you'd only begun to brush and braid your hair (as all vikings some strands of long hair). You'd consider this a slow start to your usual morning routine. Usually you would already be dressed and ready for breakfast by sunrise.

However, that morning you couldn't even think about food, let alone eat breakfast. Perhaps you should've seen that as a warning to rest more for the day, or simply not work and offer your sincerest apologies to your boss. But you were more stubborn than that. You were a viking! You weren't about to let a stupid tummy ache stop you from getting some work done. Viggo carried a lot on his shoulders, working to keep the dragon hunting business alive despite the dragon riders' best efforts to destroy, or bankrupt, the business. The riders' were determined, but so was Viggo. So now, not only did he have a business to run and workers to keep in check, but he had both offensive and defensive strategies to plan against the riders'. Traps that would put a stopper in their futile attempts, or tough scenarios that would hopefully break the riders' loyalty to each other and send them all home.

You refused to let Viggo handle all the work on his own when you were fully capable of lending a helping hand. It simply wasn't in you to let someone else handle everything while you rested. Injured, sick, or half-asleep, you still got your work done. 'Today won't be any different.' You thought as you fixed up your hair and dressed in some warm tunics, a fur coat and fur boots. It was only Autumn, but it was a cold Autumn in this part of the archipelago. You felt a bit better than when you first woke up, so you forced yourself to drink a little bit of water. The cold liquid made you feel even more nauseous, but you ignored the feeling. After all, cold water on an empty stomach makes everyone feel a little nauseous. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You looked like shit.

Your face looked drained of colour, your eyes had dark circles beneath them like you suffered heavily from insomnia and despite your best efforts, tiny hairs stuck out from where you'd braided, giving you a messy and disheveled appearance. You didn't look well, but you hoped Viggo and the other dragon hunters would be too busy to take much notice. So long as you got your work done, no one should care. Right?

You exited your tent and looked across the field towards the mess tent where breakfast was being served. You were definitely skipping that. You turned and went in the opposite direction, hoping a walk and some fresh air would make you feel a bit better. Once the sun had risen enough to shower the forest in sunlight, you decided it was time for work. You didn't feel much better, so you had a little more water and went to Viggo for a list of things to do. When you greeted him, he took notice of your appearance, but said nothing. He simply gave you a list of dragons to feed, check, secure and as usual he asked you to take note and report if any new blemishes or injuries appear on the dragons.

You nodded and saw yourself out of the tent to begin your work immediately. The sooner work was done, the sooner you could rest some more. Despite not eating, you were feeling more and more nauseous and unfocused. You wondered for a moment if the feeling worsened because you hadn't eaten. You pushed on with your work, taking frequent, but small, sips of water. Once a dragon was fed, you looked them over and double checked the security of their cage before moving onto the next dragon. This took you only one hour. Once completed, you returned to Viggo for the next task. He glanced over his shoulder once you emerged back in the tent and nodded you towards a checklist he had written on his desk.

When you looked it over briefly, he did a double take at your appearance. Unbeknownst to you, more colour had drained from your face, giving you a rather obvious sickly appearance. "Are you feeling well, my dear?" He questioned you with a casual tone. You turned back to face him, caught off-guard by his question. He was more observant of your health than you gave him credit for. You nodded a bit too quickly.

"I'm feeling okay. Though, I am a little tired." You admitted.

"Perhaps you should turn in early today...after your work?" He watched you carefully. His tone was that of a question, but his expression and gaze made it clear that there was no room for arguing or disagreeing. Instead of stubbornly disagreeing, you nodded your head.

"Some more rest sounds great. But, uh, I'll finish this checklist first." You held it up and waited for his approval. He nodded in agreement.

"Very well, my dear. Take care of it then." He waved you out of the tent and you sprinted off. You felt embarrassed by how easily he seemed to read you. The checklist took longer than you thought it would and the other dragon hunters seemed to be delaying in doing their own work which put you behind in your imaginary schedule. You were now halfway through your checklist and feeling so nauseous you couldn't take even a small sip of water. While the dragon hunters moved some dragon crates around to create some room for the new captures, you sat down under a shady tree and attempted to ease your unsettled stomach by resting. This did not help. But it was worth a try.

The dragon hunters were taking an awfully long time and they kept stopping to take breaks from the sun and heat and to tell each other some jokes. You weren't as tough on them as Viggo or Ryker, and while you could tell them to pick up the pace (this was something you usually did) today you were simply too sick and tired to care. Them slacking off gave you an excuse to rest. You weren't sure when you fell asleep, resting under the cool, shady tree, but the next thing you knew you were sitting up fast and turning to the side to vomit. The burning stomach acid singed your throat and lips as it left your body. Your stomach continued to reject its' contents until it was completely empty. You grimaced and noticed it was probably the previous night's meal and all that water you had.

You heard a sigh and then felt as a hand was placed on your shoulder. A second hand was placed on your back and began to rub comforting circles along your shoulder blades. "I had feared this would happen." Viggo's voice spoke up from your side. He helped you stand up and move away from the tree.

"Ugh, I feel awful." You cringed at the taste in your mouth.

"I'm sure you do, my dear. Let's get you washed up and back in bed. You should rest and let this illness pass." He led you to your tent, making sure you weren't going to faint along the way. "No water or food for the next several hours, alright, my dear?"

"That sucks...I've already gone without breakfast..." You complained, but you weren't really going to argue with him. Honestly, rest sounded great. You felt like you were about to doze off and face-plant into the ground at any moment. Once you were back at the tent, he watched as you washed up and then collapsed onto the bed. He moved closer to your bed and pulled your furs over your body. Using the back of his hand he made sure you didn't have a fever as well as your stomach ailment. He then sat on the side of the bed and gently rubbed circular motions on your back.

Once he was certain you were asleep and not about to go back to work, he exited the tent and noticed a small group of dragon hunters who had saw the ordeal and snooped about, certainly looking for something to gossip about. "No one is to disturb them, is that clear?" He demanded. The group were startled he had noticed them. They nodded their heads and took off into different directions — like rats scattering away — and he took that as his confirmation. He wandered back to where you had last been and found your checklist. Once he found where you were up to, he continued to finish the tasks listed before returning to his previous work. He felt glad he'd decided to check-in on you.

[crownedghostprince]

Lovers Injured Together, Stay Together

Dagur x gn!reader. Fandom: HTTYD

Reader and Dagur are injured in battle, treated and then get some well deserved rest together.

Warning(s): Blood and injuries described (warning for ppl with hemophobia).

Word Count: 2,200 roughly.

[Second Person Perspective]

Being a dragon rider wasn't for the weak. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you tamed your first dragon. You understood how dangerous your life would become after your first battle against dragon hunters. Then you decided that your life wasn't difficult enough and you romanced probably the most hot-headed, viking chief and dragon rider in the entire archipelago. Every second week there seemed to be a dragon hunter attack, an attack from an enemy tribe or something else equally dangerous. Rouge dragons, rouge hunters, rouge assassins. The list could go on.

Your life was a storybook waiting to be written and your scars were the proof it had all happened. You loved to win. You lived for the feeling of victory and the celebration that came after a long battle. Maybe that's why you and Dagur got along so well. Both competitive to a dangerous degree. Both quick to step up to a challenge and see it through until the end. Both stubborn and passionate. The other dragon riders couldn't understand how you both got along, until they saw first hand just how similar you two were when in the same room.

The riders had assumed the two of you would collide with each other and be in constant disagreement. That, however, couldn't be further from the truth. The riders weren't sure if they should feel happy, or concerned by how much you and Dagur agree in conversation. He talked of battle, war, or killing traitors, assassins and enemy tribes and you somehow found ways to justify his statements.

"I hate traitors. Betraying their side to help the other, without a really good reason, is inexcusable. I could, however, forgive them if it was for a good cause." Dagur huffed out one morning.

"Is there ever a good reason to become a traitor? To betray those who you were previously so loyal to? I believe if someone was to betray once, they would do it again in a heartbeat and therefore are untrustworthy." You concluded.

"Uhhh, didn't Dagur betray Viggo?" Hiccup questioned.

"Technically, no. Dagur allied himself with Viggo briefly when they shared similar beliefs and morals, but I myself couldn't say he was completely loyal to him." You pointed out. "He was always loyal to his own side and his own tribe. The minute Viggo did something Dagur didn't agree with, he simply walked out on their agreement. That's technically not a betrayal. More of a business contract." You reasoned. Dagur took your hand into his with a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I wasn't loyal to Viggo, Hiccup. Dearest brother, it was a mutual agreement that ended when he decided to betray me by capturing my sister." Dagur explained. Hiccup didn't have the time or energy to argue with either of those points. He simply rubbed the bridge of his nose as you and Dagur continued your conversation, hardly noticing Hiccup's lack of participation.

That was one of many conversations that surprised the dragon riders. Out of everyone, the twins were the most likely to enjoy watching you and Dagur together. Putting you beside Dagur for meetings, fights, discussions, or anything really, was like adding fuel to a fire. Dagur's temper would rise, yet you could simmer it and then set it to explode at will. Dagur's strategies seemed half-baked and dangerous, until you added to it and made them worse. Basically, you had this man wrapped around your finger and if you asked him to set an enemy tribe on fire, he would do it in a heartbeat. Just as you would do the same for him.

One day, you joined Dagur in a meeting with an enemy tribe chief to discuss the possibility of peace. Dagur attempted to not let his temper get the best of him. The 'peaceful' discussion he attempted to have with this enemy tribe leader was quickly looking like a lost cause. They had no intentions of respecting Dagur as Tribe Chief and they continued to look down on him as too young and immature despite all his personal growth. Hiccup would've commended him greatly for his self restraint. Dagur had yet to throw a punch or flip a table at the horrifically rude things the chief across from him was saying. Until the chief brought up the rumours of Dagur purposefully hurting his father to become Berserker tribe chief. Dagur flinched, but you flew over the table in nearly one leap and threw the first blow.

It's honestly not your fault; if you asked Dagur, he'd say the chief should've known better since all of the rumours had been addressed and put to rest. He also should've expected retaliation, that's just common sense. The two of you left that meeting hand-in-hand, blood dripping down from your knuckles and mixing together before dripping onto the cobblestone floor, with matching nosebleeds and a cut or two from the hidden dagger the enemy chief pulled on you. The healer of your tribe patched you both up, focusing on scolding you two for being total troublemakers and visiting nearly every second day. She bandaged your knuckles, clotted the bleeding in your noses and as she stitched your cuts, you and Dagur kept eye contact with cheeky smiles you'd expect to see from a couple of trouble-making children. The enemy chief had to be rolled back to their ship in a wheelbarrow due to the severity of their injuries and their nasty concussion from all of the sharp blows to their head.

The Berserkers have a saying...actually they have many sayings, but the one you love the most is 'lovers injured together, stay together'. The Berserkers are of the understanding that bonds are formed best through battle, by fighting together against a common enemy. It'd been proven many times that lovers that fight side-by-side are much stronger. You spend so much time with your loved one, admiring them and wooing them, you pick up on their tiniest behaviours and quirks. Hence, partners are stronger in battle when together. They know how the other will react, strike and dodge and the whole scene simply unravels from there.

During one incidence, you made a tiny slip up by drifting too far from Dagur as you both were surrounded by a few dragon hunters. It ended up being two against one: two dragon hunters against one dragon rider. Dagur fared well, fighting with Berserker shouts and taunts. You held your own very well, however one of the dragon hunters pulled a cheating move. He lined up an attack, faked out, dodged yours and quickly ducked down so the other hunter could jump over his back. He brought his sword down onto your shoulder in a slicing motion and cut deep. Pain suddenly shot through your shoulder, travelling up and down your arm and across your collarbone, you couldn't help the cry that escaped past your lips despite your best efforts to stand tall and retaliate.

In an instant, Dagur's head turned to you and he watched as you rapidly brought your leg up and clocked the dragon hunter in the head as hard as you could. He stumbled back which gave you time to regain a firm grip on your sword and slice across the chest of the other surprised dragon hunter. He toppled over to the ground and grasped at his chest as blood steadily flowed out. Your injury burned with pain, yet you kept a firm gaze on the asshole that dealt the blow. He slowly stood back up and looked at his injured partner with fear glazing his eyes. You took that as an opportunity to advance and you swung your sword to his neck. He locked back in and deflected your blows, backing up and he did so. So you continued to advance, backing him into a corner.

Dagur watched in concern, seeing how much blood had escaped from your shoulder and seeped into your tunic. Yet, he continued to deflect his own opponents attacks. He had multiple cuts and scrapes at that point and decided the sooner the battle was over, the better. He turned back to his two opponents and kicked the feet out from under the hunter closest to him. Next, he went to swing his sword at the other hunter's shoulder, and as the dragon hunter held his sword up to block, Dagur switched his maneuver and instead threw a punch straight to his nose. The hunter went stumbling back, hitting his head on the ground as he fell. His partner stood up and advanced to defend him, but it was of little use. Dagur now had the upper hand in the fight and they knew it. He easily deflected each attack sent his way before he knocked his opponent to the ground. He brought his sword down into both their chests and then left the two injured and defeated dragon hunters where they lie. He turned to watch you once more. You had also ended your fight.

You had successfully backed the dragon hunter up into a corner and saw a shadow slowly approach from behind. You didn't let on; you instead threw a surprise roundhouse kick to the hunter in front of you before you quickly rolled to the side using your good shoulder. The dragon hunter behind you had swung his sword in a downward motion just as you dodged and rolled to the side, and instead the blow landed on his teammate, cutting deep into his hip and thigh. Their fearful eyes locked with one another. While they were dazed and distracted, you pierced the standing hunter through his stomach and kicked him to the side once you were done with him. Next you jabbed your sword into his partner's chest and watched him for a moment more to ensure he didn't stand back up. Neither hunter had the energy, or blood, to remain conscious and continue the fight. You had also begun feeling faint, lightheaded and dizzy.

It felt like you were walking on air with each step you took. Like the ground beneath you was both there, and not there. Dagur was by your side in an instant, letting you lean against him as you walked. You both walked to your dragons at a slow and easy pace. Your dragons had been tangled up by the hunter's ropes and immobilized by the heavy balls of metal that weighed the rope down. Dagur carefully sat you down on a rock before he cut the dragons loose. Then he picked you up and positioned you on the back of his dragon, sitting up behind you to ensure you would not fall off during the flight home. Your dragon nudged your calf and gave you a little lick as if to ask, 'are you okay?'. With a smile, you leaned down just low enough to pet the dragon's nose.

Whilst you pet your dragon, Dagur reached into his saddlebag and pulled out some bandages. He tightly wrapped your shoulder and offered you a drink of water. Once your wound was covered, he ordered both dragons to fly back home. They took off. Dagur's dragon was aware of his second passenger's injury and made sure to fly in a steady, straight line at a quick, but easy speed. During the flight, you had passed out a few times. Dagur let your head fall back onto his chest. He kept one arm around your waist as the other directed his dragon. You weren't sure when you arrived back home, but you were very aware of the stinging in your shoulder when the tribe healer began to clean the wound. Once she had cleaned the wound, she stitched it up and packed some herbs over top to prevent infection. She wrapped your shoulder in bandages and then turned to Dagur's injuries. He had many little cuts and scrapes and she simply had to sigh and proceed. He guiltily rubbed the back of his neck and let her clean, stitch up and bandage each cut and each scrape. This took quite a little while and once she was finished, the healer couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her.

Finally, you both were patched up and ready for a good sleep. But Dagur didn't let you. He took you to your hut and made sure you ate some of Heather's cooking before you slept. He was prepared to beg, but Heather cooked for the both of you without any complaint. She was quite used to you both being excellent fighters, but bad cooks. She cooked up two plates of mutton, gravy and eggs and it was absolutely delicious. The mutton practically melted in your mouth and was seasoned with salt, pepper and some other spices you couldn't remember. Heather showed you a few times, but you never could remember what each and every individual spice and herb tasted like. But when added to food, or gravy, they tasted divine. Especially on an empty stomach, which as you know makes all food taste good.

After dinner, you and Dagur decided to share the same bed as he was too tired to walk back to his own hut. You both were far too exhausted to do anything else, like taking a little evening walk together as you usually did. Instead, you and Dagur said goodnight to Heather, blew out all the candles and curled up together under some nice warm furs and you let sleep envelope you immediately.

[fuchsea]

btw i want to say that the entire tumblr community banding together is what got these changes reversed so i hope u all realise the power of a reblog and start reblogging posts instead of just liking them this is the reblog website so hit that button right now

[novahazard24]

get your medals everyone

[pointless-achievements]

cosigned, good work everyone, have your bricks at the ready when they try it again.

[tumblr]

Reblogs in a chain now get their own notes

The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve. 

Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.

If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.

Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.

This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!

[tumblr]

Let's talk about reblog notes.

We rolled out a significant change to how notes work on reblogs, and the reaction has been strong. We're not going to pretend otherwise. 

First things first: We're reversing the change. Your feedback in comments, emails, and especially reblogs, made clear that the rollout created problems we need to address before moving forward. We also should have communicated this differently from the start, and we didn't.

We still believe there's a better version of how reblogs can work. One that gives every voice in a chain the credit it deserves. But we want to get there with you.

In the coming days we'll share more on how we plan to do that,  including ways to work directly with some of you on this and future changes before they ship.

Keep an eye on @staff for updates to come soon. 

[galahadwilder]

Oh thank FUCK.

[crownedghostprince]

YAY!!! THANK FUCK FOR THIS!!

Thank you for listening and reversing this!!! @staff

[nessa007]

@staff

[jackiefour]

Okay, so according to this post, @staff says they're listening to us, so...

Sound off, Tumblr! How do you feel about the latest update to the reblog and notes?

Hate it. 👎

Like it. 👍

Voting ended onMar 19

No nuance. Go ahead and reblog the crap out of this.

[crownedghostprince]

Dear Tumblr

I hate this update. My fyp looks stupid and cluttered now. Instead of seeing the total likes and notes, Im shown individual notes under each reblog. @staff

@tumblr

I despise how that looks. I loathe having to like the same post twice because it was reblogged. This is a ridiculous idea and makes authors and artists lives more difficult by discouraging proper engagement with their page.

Suppose someone liked an artist's work but only like the rebloggers post. The original artist then doesn't see that their post was liked. They can no longer see that their post is reaching a larger audience thanks to reblogs. Same for authors. That's disheartening. That's discouraging. That's demotivating.

This site is built on art, comics, commissions, comedy, fandoms, stories, fanfiction, original works, poetry, photography, and so much more. But most importantly this site is built on community and reblogs.

Please reverse your update. No one likes it. It does more harm than good to your community. You may lose members and users.

[crownedghostprince]

The Artistic Viking

Viggo Grimborn x gn!reader.

Fandom: Httyd Rtte

Viggo's artistic partner has tattoos and piercings, so one day he takes his time simply appreciating them and listening to the stories behind each and every tattoo and piercing on his lover.

Requests: Closed. Requested: No.

Warning(s): Slight ooc Viggo? Minimal use of (Y/N).

Word Count: 2,616.

[Third Person Perspective]

Viggo always had an appreciation for the arts and self-expression. He loved to admire paintings, drawings, poetry and writing of any kind: fiction or non-fiction. It was a surprise to many when Viggo fell head over heels in love with a very artistic viking. Muscular from spending hours working with clay, or basket-weaving, or sculpting. They were often found in their tent, or some quiet corner of the camp, painting, sewing or drawing. They added designs to their clothing — flowers, animals and dragons — and once was even allowed to sew a skull onto one of Viggo's tunics. He often wore that tunic under his armour during important battles as a lucky charm. It was no surprise to Viggo that such a person had several tattoos and piercings. Many of which were hidden under their clothing.

He had seen their ear piercings (ear had a piercing on the lower and upper lobe and a helix), nose stud and eyebrow piercing, nose stud and eyebrow piercing, of course. He had also seen the skrill tattoo on their collarbone. However, he knew they had one other piercing and a few other tattoos which they had attempted to keep a secret. It had slipped out one night when they were drinking and resting, that he had not seen all of their piercings and tattoos. They quickly became shy and refused to discuss this further, simply ending the conversation with, "One day, I shall show you". It had taken them a while to open up about having a hidden piercing and hidden tattoos, but once they did, Viggo thought of nothing else for the rest of the night. That evening, he wanted nothing more than to see and trace each and every single tattoo on his partner while listening to their stories.

Even if it took months of gaining his partner's trust and respect, he was determined to trace every inch of their body until he had fully memorized everything about them. (Y/N) was always so attentive in remembering everything he liked and was interested in, he desperately wished to return the favour. Viggo was almost always caught up with plotting, running his business and trying to thwart Hiccup's plans and schemes. His partner understood this and gladly gave him all the space he needed, brought him food and made him tea and sometimes they'd even offer him a massage. If he wished for their company, he need only say and they'd sit in the tent together doing their own things.

He would perhaps be studying Maces and Talons and figuring out his next move and Hiccup's retaliations whilst his partner would be sewing, or drawing in a seat beside him. Occasionally, he would speak his ideas out loud and even if they did not respond, he felt he could see the plans unfold more clearly in his mind when he has spoken it out loud. It gives him time to hear his own thoughts and find fault in them. Sometimes his partner would respond if he had not reached any sort of conclusion when speaking out loud. "Consider, Hiccup and his friends may decide to simply...walk right in. Rather than go around." They pointed out. He had to consider this carefully. There were many times when the dragon riders would walk right into his traps, or schemes, (sometimes under a disguise) as if calling out his bluffs.

Finally, after a long week of planning and fighting, plotting and scheming and stressing...it was done. A big shipment of dragon scale armour, hide, horns and live, captured dragons was finally sold to one of Viggo's biggest clients. Some 'Drago' guy had been buying in bulk from Viggo's business for over a year and seemed quite pleased with each and every shipment. Viggo felt he could finally enjoy some quiet time with his partner and the couple settled into bed for an early night. Arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together. For once, they could have a long and peaceful sleep.

Soft snores filled the tent; Viggo could vaguely see the silhouette of his lover in the dark, their abdomen rising and falling with each snore. As the time passed, moonlight trickled into the tent through the entrance and cast a slight shimmer over his lover, allowing him to see them a little more clearly. The sight of his partner sleeping peacefully brought a sense of pride and joy to his heart. He gently ran his fingers through their hair and down their back, tracing invisible lines. He felt like he could finally allow himself to relax and sink into the padded wooden bed, burying himself further under the furs the lovers shared. He wasn't needed for anything, his partner was safe beside him and his time was his own for the next week. His eyes drooped with heaviness before finally closing as exhaustion set in.

Viggo wasn't sure how long they'd slept, but the sun was already in the middle of the sky when they awoke. Light poured into the tent and illuminated his lover in a regal, golden glow. He remained in bed, unmoving until his lover awoke. They had no where to be, nothing calling for their attention and certainly no plans waiting to be put into action. They finally had a peaceful, quiet morning all to themselves. Well, perhaps morning was not quite correct. It was most likely midday by now. Viggo sighed and buried his head back into the covers. As he slowly began to dream once more, a quiet voice reached his ears. He stirred awake once more and felt his lover's hand caressing his arm. As he opened his eyes, he was met with a sweet smile.

"Good morning." They greeted him warmly. Viggo grinned in return.

"It's later than morning, my dear."

"Is it?" They looked to the entrance of the tent and saw that, indeed, it was later in the day than they had realised. Viggo shook his head as they turned back to him and kissed his cheek. "Oh well, it doesn't really matter."

"No." He sighed wistfully. "It does not matter. What matters is what we're going to eat now that we've clearly missed breakfast."

"Hmm..." His partner huffed and buried their face into the pillow. "I did not consider that. Now that you have mentioned this...I'm hungry..." Viggo shook his head with a subtle fond smile.

"We shall have to leave the comfort of our warm bed, if we are to seek food." He noted. (Y/N) pouted.

"I do not like this idea." They declared and proceeded to roll over, facing away from him. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. His lover could be so dramatic at times.

"What would you have us do instead, my dear? Stay in bed the rest of the day and hope food will magically float into our tent and land in our laps?"

"Well, now that you've mentioned it...that would be ideal." They grinned and turned to face him once more. "You're a powerful dragon hunter leader, right? Surely this is something you can make happen?" Their sweet tone was laced with sarcasm as they spoke.

"Only when the moon is full, my dear. We shall have to wait until the full moon comes. How shall we survive?" He teased.

"Oh, you wound me so. We shall starve before the night falls." They declared with a huff. Viggo smirked and pulled them closer.

"Oh, don't look so forlorn, my dear. At least we will perish side by side. Our hands entwined," his hand found his partner's and entwined as he spoke, "our limbs entangled and our bodies pressed together."

"You seem to no longer be talking about our death from starvation, my love." They noted with a teasing grin.

"I can't imagine what you're possibly inferring." He innocently replied.

"I suppose it will remain a mystery." They sighed and slowly pulled away from him. "That's okay, we can get up now."

"Perhaps we can...soon." He agreed, pulling them back into bed and wrapping his arms around their waist to keep them in place. "But 'soon' is not 'now'." Through the fabric of their tunic, Viggo could feel something tiny and metallic in the middle of their torso. "My dear, I don't wish to alarm you, however there is a tiny piece of metal piercing your stomach."

His partner remained silent for a moment. He raised his head from their torso and noticed the bright red blush covering their ears. Leaning forwards, he watched the blush on their cheeks and nose deepen in colour. They coughed awkwardly and nodded. "Yes." They finally spoke. "It's...it's intentional."

He watched his partner closely; he wished to press further without embarrassing them, or causing discomfort. "Your hidden piercing?" He asked. They nodded. Wordlessly, they turned onto their back and looked up at Viggo. He smiled assuredly and sat up to meet their gaze.

"I could show you my piercings and tattoos, if you would like." They smiled with more confidence than ever before.

"I would love nothing more at this moment." He took their hand and pressed a gentle kiss to their palm. Their blush returned, however their confidence did not wane. (Y/N) lifted up their tunic, high enough for him to see the navel piercing. "May I ask why you decided on this particular piercing, my dear?"

"I like how they look and wanted something a little more than an ear piercing." His partner grinned cheekily. "Something a little more intimate and daring."

"I see. Quite the tease, I must admit." His eyebrows raised in surprise as they released the tunic from their hand and pulled the neckline lower to reveal a small, but beautiful, purple skrill tattooed onto their collarbone. His hand began to trace the design as he stared in awe.

"I must admit, this was my first ever tattoo. I've always loved the tales of skrills. My home had a book of dragons with illustrations of skrills and their magnificent lightning attacks and I knew from a young age, if I was to ever get a tattoo: it had to be a skrill." His lover spoke passionately. If they had any intention of convincing Viggo to get a skrill tattoo, they would have succeeded. He felt touched as his, once very shy, lover continued to reveal their tattoos and open up about their life with a confidence he admired. The next tattoo they revealed was a nightfury, curled into a circle on the side of their stomach. Moments ago, he had been so distracted by the piercing he hadn't even noticed it. "This tattoo is a long story."

"I'd love to hear it." He encouraged.

"Well, it began when I was very young. Like the skrill. Except this wasn't admiration at the time...it was fear." They sighed, thinking back to their childhood. "There was a nightfury, like Hiccup's only I believe it was older. It terrorized my village and destroyed buildings, crops, any sort of tower or dock it could safely attack. The only food it stole was fish. Straight from our storage sheds. I was terrified of that dragon as a child, however as I grew older and the attacks ceased, I came to realise that...it was probably starving. Looking back on those days, I think it only attacked during the harsh winter. I can't recall a single spring, or summer where it attacked."

"So this tattoo is a sign of your growth? From a frightened child to an admiring adult?" Viggo listened intently and concluded the meaning behind their tattoo. (Y/N) laughed and dropped their tunic.

"I'll be honest, I never put that much thought into it. I just really liked the idea of having a nightfury tattoo to match my other dragon tattoo. Especially since I'd seen both since I was very young. Keeping to a theme of dragon related tattoos seemed like a good idea to me." They grinned. He shook his head at their response.

"You have that tattoo due to an impulse of wanting to match with your other dragon tattoo?" He asked.

"No, no!" They sat up and lifted the back of their tunic, turning away from Viggo to show the tattoo on their back: a red monstrous nightmare in flight. "This tattoo I decided to get quite impulsively." They corrected. Viggo sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"My dear, these tattoos are incredible." He turned them to face him once more. "However, please tell me you decided on these for the stories behind them, not just because you wanted the pretty design."

They did not meet his gaze, but their smile remained. After a moment they admitted. "They all have a sort of story behind them to give them meaning and reason...however, I must admit...the artist in me just really wanted pictures on dragons on my skin. And I have more."

"Well, I would love to see them. Although I am quite worried about the reasons for the tattoos. I only hope you never regret them. They are, after all, quite remarkable." He traced over the skrill on their collarbone once more before giving them room to show off their last couple of tattoos.

"I have three more." (Y/N) huffed. "And I no intentions of ever regretting them." They folded up their baggy pants to their knees, revealing a bright green speed stinger running up their calf. "This loner little bugger paralyzed my favourite yak when I was a young viking and went to eat it. I stepped in with the rake I was holding and defended it."

"How did you defend the yak from the speed stinger?" He asked surprised by their story. They sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck.

"Well, I couldn't exactly keep up with it. I kept jumping out of the way and swinging my rake around wildly as I screamed. I don't think I ever landed a hit on it, but every time it nearly stung me, I moved so it got the yak again."

"Collateral damage." He shook his head mocking disappointment with a sarcastic sigh. "The poor creature."

"Hey! I was up against a speed stinger! Those buggers are fast as shit." They defended their honour quite adamantly. He pulled them into an embrace with a smile.

"I know, my dear. I must apologize for teasing you, but you really do make it too easy to. Please, continue."

"Anyway, that's the whole story for that." They huffed and turned their leg to reveal a blue oleander flower on their ankle just under the speed stinger. "I got this flower tattooed too." They met his gaze. "Just because I could." His heavy sigh could be heard from across the camp, (Y/N) was sure. "And..." they lifted the sleeve of their tunic to reveal their biceps and shoulder. The words 'spirit of a warrior' were tattooed there. "This is my most recent. After all the times I've fought with you and Dagur against the dragon riders, I felt it would be quite a fitting addition to my collection of tattoos."

"Indeed." He agreed and pressed a kiss to their shoulder. "Although, I'd argue that fighting a speed stinger with a rake would have been reason enough for this. Quite admirable." He chuckled. He had never realised just how impulsive his lover could be at times. But the important thing was that they remained alive and safe. He knew now he'd probably have to keep an extra eye on them during fights. It seems they're determined enough to use anything as a weapon of defense. Admirable: yes. Slightly foolish: also yes.

[crownedghostprince]

I Want to be Clear

I'm not the best writer out there. I hope my writing brings entertainment. Whether you — the reader — laugh, cringe, or simply smile, I really hope my stories are enjoyed. I want them to be fun and silly. I write them because it makes me happy. This being said. I do not use a.i. I do not support a.i. I do not ask a.i. for help. I never will.

I do use em dashes — the key for which is ALT 0151 on pc — to break up sentences.

I'm not the biggest fan of using parenthesis (this little guy) to break up sentences. But I'll still use it here or there.

I use semi colons; this punctuation connects two separate sentences and makes them one long sentence.

I use colons to list things: like this. Although it may not always be used correctly; I struggle with this one.

I do my best with grammar, tenses, spelling and punctuation, but I'm human and likely mess up sometimes. But I wanted to be very clear, that just because I use certain punctuation, does NOT mean I use a.i. So universities that say "oh there's an em dash, it must be a.i." NO. It's NOT. It's just people learning the correct punctuation and using it.

Thanks for reading! I don't think anyone actually ever thought I was, but I just wanted to be explicitly clear: my cringy writing is my own cringy writing. Anyway! I'll be writing some more cringe soon!