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[cohldhands]

all bc @p00pdev1l said one (1) thing about flamin cheeto breath zuko and i had a visceral scene play out in my lil noggin like a fever dream | divider by @/uzmacchiato | zuko x reader, nsfw, wc: 445 | not edited, one creampie, one use of a nickname + zuko’s title

“Zuk—hoh, fuck—” you whine, your torso falling flush to the bed as sturdy hips roll into you from behind, languid movements that bring Zuko’s cock further into you, his cockhead reaching for your depths, filling you as much as your body will allow.

Golden irises and inflamed pupils drink in your arched, bare back, how your hands grip and cling to the fabric of the sheets, how your skin glistens with sweat in the firelight. He grins, relishing in the visage, in the dull clap of skin against skin, in the way your body heaves from the pleasure of his doing. His hair flows in an inky curtain against his profile as he lowers himself, his large hands grasping your hips and tracing your silhouette along your torso and breasts

“My kindling,” he moans, his chest meeting your back, his skin iron-hot and his mouth planting kisses along your shoulder blade and at the base of your neck. He snakes his arms around you, holding you close, closer, enmeshing himself with you—a dance of flames licking at your nerves.

Goosebumps speckle your skin, and you tighten around him as you move your hips in-tandem, needing his entirety within you, fully. “My lord—”

Zuko’s heartbeat pulses throughout his whole body, from the soles of his feet to his fingertips. He had heard your voice call his title before, but not like this—whimpered and sticky with desire, honey dripping from your lips. His broad shoulders and chest engulfed you already, but he somehow manages to swallow you whole, your body enveloped in his.

“Say it again,” he implores against your shoulder, hoarse and almost a prayer, his own viscous need oozing from his voice and his hands cling to you. His breath is scorching, a campfire’s warmth radiating along your sweat-stained skin.

A smile dances along your spent features, and you turn your head and lean into him.

“Please, my lord,” you encourage, your voice coming out in a heady coo as you tremble under his roughening thrusts. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck,” he pants against your shoulder, the fire within him swelling and scathing his chest, his throat, his ears. His fingertips dig indents in your flesh, clinging to you, the bed shifting on its posts. A campfire’s warmth, spilling out and filling the room until he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with your ass as he ruts into you, without mercy, with each spurt of his cum.

You unravel, twitching underneath the lord of fire as the penultimate climax wracks through your sore and satiated body, his seed pouring into you, reaching your depths and setting your soul ablaze.

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[kayuekou]

when you’re really invested in a longfic so you commit to binging it in one night and you get to the good part but there’s no next chapter button

[bbunsflix]

thinking about zuko who's having sex with you for the first time...

his cock is already hard when he gets you under him. long hair hangs in his face, sticking to his mouth as he literally rips your clothes off like they're personally offending him. his hands gripping your thighs hard, yanking you open and the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked cunt.

"fuck...i need you," he whimpers, pushing his cock in with one long, relentless thrust and doesn't stop until he's fully inside. the sound he makes is desperate, his face buried into your neck with a whine. he stays like that for a second before he starts moving.

his hips snapping forward roughly, the wet slap of skin loud every time he drives in. he lifts his head, looking down between your bodies like he can't believe he's finally inside you.

"you're so beautiful," he says, voice cracking. one hand digs into your hip hard enough to bruise while the other braces by your head. he's panting, sweating, fucking you like he might die if he doesn't. every time you clench around him he groans like it hurts. there's no way he could last long when you clenched around him so perfectly like that—he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills himself inside you, whimpering your name.

a/n: yeah icl, i've been so tired(no sleep) lately. time to disappear again until I get a bright new idea xx

bbunsflix © all rights reserved

[hunnismokah]

adult zuko!!!

[blue-140]

I love my mans 😭

[1faiths0haven3]

recently my tumblr feed is just filled with Zuko and im loving it ✌️

[fireladylisa]

older!firelord zuko 𝓍 his favorite concubine

18+, age gap (zuko is in his late thirties and reader is in her twenties)

You were told that being a concubine of 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓩𝓾𝓴𝓸 came with many privileges.

Social prestige and financial security for your family, a life of luxuries and protection, legitimate children with a claim to the throne, etc.. It was all good in theory but what about what you wanted?

You hadn't a choice in the matter. Your grandmother had grabbed your hands when the letter came, telling you that Firelord Zuko was in need of a new concubine and had been looking at your clan.

When you told her no, that you were only twenty two and didn't wish to lie with an older man when you already had a boyfriend, she simply pinched your arm and told you to be grateful for this opportunity that was being given to your people.

Your clan was a small one, located on the outskirts, north of the capital and basically separated from the rest of the kingdom. You weren't the richest bunch, nor were you the poorest but the other elders had been pressuring your grandmother to reintroduce your clan back into society, and with her being "nothing more than a widow of a clanhead" she felt pressured to cave to their demands.

So you swallowed your pride, packed a few trunks and were sent on your way with the hopes and dreams of bringing a better future to your people.

You had been in the palace for three months now and were still unsure of how to feel.

Zuko had turned out to be kind, soft with you and very easy on the eyes. He didn't look like he was almost thirty seven and he surely didn't act like the scary dictator you thought he might be.

Most surprisingly? He never expected anything of you, never forced you to do what you didn't wish to.

On your first night, you had been bathed and prepped all pretty for Zuko. Your ladies dressed you in the finest of red silk that left little to imagination, brushed and combed your hair until your scalp burned and rubbed jasmine oil all over your body.

They claimed it was his favorite scent.

After they left, you sat stiff on the bed, your nipples hardening from the wind blowing through your opened balcony door, the thin fabric not doing much to warm you. Your hands were awkwardly placed on your lap, and you waited.

When he walked in, he hadn't been what you expected for a man pushing forty. He was far from ugly, if anything he was unfairly handsome.

Tall with muscular arms, sharp jaw, soft but weighted golden eyes and long hair. The scar only made him more striking instead of less. He carried himself with the confidence of a king but the eyes never lie, and his were impossibly kind.

You stood, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst through your ribs, and waited for the Fire Lord to claim what was his by right. But Zuko had taken one look at you, at the way your hands shook and his expression crumbled, a frown pulling at his lips.

"You're so young." He whispered more to himself than you, staring at you with wide eyes and genuine surprise on his face.

"Nothing has to happen tonight. Nothing has to happen ever, if you don’t want it to. I’m not- I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You had been grateful that he turned out to be a man of his word. And while it's been a few months of living here and Zuko had never expected sex from you, he always took the opportunity to leave you little gifts or notes.

One time you awoke to a bouquet of fire lilies on your bed after expressing how beautiful you thought they were. Another time, Zuko had visited you just before your first public appearance and gifted you a necklace that was clearly expensive and rare.

He stood behind you after moving you to the standing mirror, pushing your hair aside and telling you that:

"It belonged to my mother. I thought it might compliment you most."

You had looked at his reflection and he had already been watching you, the intensity of his gaze making your chest tighten.

When the other concubines seen it, most gasped while a few seethed. You hadn't thought much about the meaning behind it, thought Zuko was just being nice until one of them explained that the Firelord never allowed anyone to touch his later mother's possessions.

Now that same necklace was smacking against your chest and you were crouched beneath his desk with your lips wrapped around his cock.

The chamberlain’s voice came from the other side of the polished wood, something about grain shipments from the Earth Kingdom and a dispute over tariffs in the colonies. Blah, blah, blah.

You paid no attention to the words. Your focus was entirely on the way Zuko’s thigh muscles tensed beneath your palm, the way his breath hitched every time you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head. You had become an expert at reading his body in the last ten minutes, at knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to pull back and tease him.

It was your way of thanking him, a gesture of gratitude. You had no other way to repay him for his kindness, no skills that seemed valuable to a man who already had everything.

So you used what you had.

“My Lord, the Avatar requests an audience to discuss the matter personally,” the chamberlain said, his voice muffled through the thick wood of the desk.

Zuko’s hand found its way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the elaborate updo you had sat for an hour getting. You felt the slight tremor in his touch and smiled around his cock, drool spilling from your mouth.

He was close. You could tell by the way his hips kept twitching as he fought the instinct to thrust deeper into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and increased your pace, one hand working the base of his eight inches while the other cupped his balls

"Then send for him." Zuko says, his voice surprisingly steady for a man whose cock was buried in his concubine’s throat.

You pulled off, licking and sucking at the tip and Zuko jerked so hard that his knee hit the desk and he covered his moan with a fake groan of pain.

"My Lord! Are you well? You're sweating and you look pale. Should I call for the healer?"

Zuko shifted, hand slamming on the desk when you squeezed and stroked his cock from base to tip.

"No, p-please just continue."

You bit back a laugh and took him back in your mouth. Zuko’s grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. So you doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could and fighting your gag reflex.

Your jaw ached, but it was a satisfying ache, one you gladly welcomed if it meant unraveling him like this.

The chamberlain shuffled some papers. “Very well. There is also the matter of the spring festival. The council would like to know if you will be in attendance so we might arrange proper security.”

"I'll attend." Zuko responded too quickly, pushing your face further down on his cock and holding you there. "As will concubine (name), so double the security."

Your eyes were wide and burning with tears, fingers digging into his thighs as you silently choked on his cock. Zuko let up after a few seconds but never loosened his grip on your hair, pushing your head up and down faster, hips slightly lifting as he fucked your mouth as discreetly as possible.

Then his thighs tensed, and you felt the hot, sudden flood of his release spilling across your tongue. You swallowed, throat working around him as he pulsed, your eyes fluttering shut as bits spilled out the corners of your mouth.

Above you, Zuko's breath caught, just once, a sharp hitch he masked with a cough and then his hand in your hair gentled, trembling fingers stroking your head.

You released his still hard cock with a wet pop! and only climbed from under the desk when you heard the soft click of the door shutting, a shit eating grin on your face.

“You,” Zuko growled, but there was no real anger in his voice, only exasperated affection. “You impossible, insatiable, reckless little girl.”

"You were very composed, my lord. I'm impressed." Your voice was smug, lips tugging into a smile as he pushed you back against his desk.

Zuko's face was growing redder by the second, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and he looked stuck between captivated and shocked. He shook his head with a small smile, gathering your dress and lifting it above your hips. His hands wrapped around your waist and without much effort as he lifted you onto his desk.

"Shall we see how composed you are when I'm inside of you?" He grabs his cock and drags you toward the edge of the desk, settling himself between your legs.

Your breath catches. Zuko had yet to bed you and while you weren't a virgin, you weren't entirely sure he could even fit inside of you.

"May I?" Zuko asks, pushing your panties aside and lining his cock up with your leaking hole.

You swallow and nod, your raging desire overriding any fear of his size.

He pushed forward slowly, letting your body learn the shape of him, and when you whimpered against his neck he stilled at once and murmured, “I have you, it’s all right, breathe.”

He waited until the tension in your shoulders softened, then pressed deeper with a care that made your eyes sting. One hand was splayed warm and steady across your back, the one pressed against your tummy once he bottomed out.

"Please move." You huff against his skin after a minute, breathing in his sweat and fragrance.

Zuko gently pulls you back by your hair, titling your head so he can look you in the eye. He smiles down at you like the sun, the skin of his scar crinkling just a little as he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

"Say please, little concubine." He whispers in your ear.

You roll your eyes and then roll your hips, grinning when he instinctively bucks and his cock rubs against your walls so beautifully that you can't help how hard you clench around him.

"Please, Zuko?"

Glossy doe eyes meet his slightly aged ones and Zuko breaks, like truly breaks because you're the most beautiful woman in the nation and yet you were here, panting under him despite his insecurities about his age.

So he gave you what you wanted because he was weak when it came to you. Embarrassingly so. How someone nearly half his age had been able to infiltrate his heart, he'd never know.

Each thrust he gave was deep and rough enough to rattle the heavy desk against the ground, scrolls tumbling to the floor in a messy cascade. His breath came in ragged bursts against your hair, praises spilling from his lips as he fought the urge to cum.

The older Zuko got, the harder he found it to last as long as he was once able to. It didn't help that you were tighter than the others, wetter too.

Zuko whines when he feels his balls tightening and your nails digging into his tunic and scratching his back. It makes you clench harder and Zuko pushes so deep he can see the print of his cock against your belly and it makes his eyes roll back until mostly only white was showing.

"Z-zuko, huuuuh, oh gods yes!" You meet him thrust for thrust, holding onto his shoulders as he fucked you faster and your mind spun from how drunk you were on him.

"So perfect, ngggh fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." His face twists, eyes squeezed shut, brows pulled together as he plunges his cock in and out of you.

The way Zuko was fucking you made you forget all about the boy you left back home. He had never been able to pull these sounds from you. But Zuko was a different kind of beast, experienced, moving a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips moving in circles before he fucked you even harder.

Your head fell back, arms tightening around his shoulders as you fell into pure bliss, orgasming so hard that you squirted all over his abdomen.

"Fuuuccckkkk!" Zuko cried out, pushing deep and spilling buckets of hot cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed. HIs hips stuttered as he pulled your body close to his, burying his face in your neck as he stuffed you full.

Zuko kept grinding into you, pushing out the last of his high before pulling out and immediately moving two fingers to your hole, pushing the cum that escaped back inside.

This was going to take. Zuko was going to finally get his heir.

He lifts your head and places his forehead against yours, heart pumping fast as he looks you in the eyes. He wasn't getting any younger, he needed to build a legacy, leave something behind, continue his family name.

Why not do that with you? He could already see it, children with his eyes and hair but all of your facial features.

Let's just say that neither of you were surprised when you had a bump a few months later.

❦ lisa's note: I'm thinking.. how we feeling about more middle aged zuko? i need that tbh 🫦

divider @angeliicide ♥︎ ⠀

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I have to go through my tags so i'm sorry if I forgot you! ☹️

[rottenstyx]

I wish someone would write an Alex x reader where R is Cole's best friend, and when they get together, we get to see Coles' reaction and everything

[brie-is-cheesy]

Pairing: Alex Walter × reader; best friend!Cole × reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.5k or 3578 words

Warnings: fluff, smut, slight voyeurism, dryhumping, masterbation (m! receiving), unprotected p in v, doggy style, loss of virginity (his), manhandling, praise kink, creampie, Alex being a nerd, Alex is a pathetic loser and reader is into it, no beta we die like Jackie’s family

Alex knew you. He knew the confident, popular, dethroned-Erin-as-head-of-the-cheer-squad you who never backed down from a challenge. He also knew the other side of you. Before the glamour. Before the student body began collectively worshipping you like some sort of hive mind.

When he first met you, you were just the girl next door. The girl who loved books, and barbies, and dungeons and dragons. The girl who loved her best friend since third grade, and by extension, the nerdy younger brother that always tagged along during your hangouts.

You never did have anything in common with Cole, yet you seemed to enjoy his company very much. Alex used to dream about what it would be like. To know someone that deeply, and have them know you just as well. To have someone that’s always in his corner, always in his room, and always wearing his hoodies.

Alex would let you steal all of his clothes happily even if it meant he’d freeze to death. But alas, like all good things in his short, miserable life, you weren’t immune to the Cole effect.

That’s what he’ll go with anyway. Because the thought that his brother had a friend as genuine as you, just being his real self, made Alex feel things he’d much prefer to bury six feet under.

He knocked on the door once. No answer. Weird. Usually, you’d answer the door to his brother’s room like it was your own. Alex tried the doorknob, and pushed it open with the enthusiasm of someone who couldn’t wait to tell you all about this new game he had discovered with Kiley.

Big mistake. Huge. You’d love that he just unironically referenced one of the gazillion romcoms you had made him watch over the years. But the thought left as soon as it came. Along with any sense of shame or decency within Alex as he continued to stare at you.

You were bent over, trying to retrieve one of Cole’s old T-shirts from the dresser, wearing nothing but blue lace underwear that made you look like something out of Alex’s fantastical imagination. You had on the headphones Cole had gifted you on your sweet sixteen, whispering the lyrics to ‘dancing queen’ under your breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Abort mission. Leave. Now. That’s what he knew he had to do. What he should have done. But his stupid brain wouldn’t take the hint and send signals to move his damn legs. Alex wanted to turn around, or to make his presence known. Something.

All he did was stand there, eyes slightly widened, mouth agape. Like some sort of pervert. Thank God you hadn’t seen him as you found what you were searching for and pulled the garment over your head.

Alex turned around and made a run for it. And slammed into the door. Wait, what? The door was open- oh no. He looked up, and came face to face with his older brother. He tried to slip past him, but was effectively blocked.

Oh, no, no, no. This could not be happening. This was it. You would know what he did. And then you’d never want to see his face again. He’d die, sad and alone, clutching dearly to the image of your heavenly behind even as his mind frayed with the brush of time.

Cole cleared his throat. You finally noticed the commotion not even five feet away from where you stood. Alex forgot to consider the very likely possibility that you and his brother might decide to murder him right then and there.

You’d feed him to your family’s pigs before he had the chance to explain. You’d kill him even if he did get that opportunity. Because how could he explain to anyone that he was in love with his brother’s best friend and not just a creep preying on vulnerable teenage girls.

Even when said teenage girl knew more than four (4) ways to dispose of a human body curtosy of that murder mystery series you were so obsessed with. Only murders in the basement? Something like that. Probably.

He was so dead. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable verbal (or not) slap coming his way. The shame and guilt was overwhelming. Not to mention he would have to pay an additional price for being such a weirdo. Any second now.

Alex opened his eyes. Your face was two inches away. He suddenly jerked backwards, losing his balance. You grabbed on to him, but it was of no use. Now, the two of you were crashing to the ground.

Reaching out your hands did nothing to break your fall. But Alex’s face sure did. In your hurry to grab him, you held into his collar. That, and your prior proximity resulted in your bodies being smushed against each other as you lay on the floor.

You could feel everything. Alex sure downplayed his strength, because he always said he wasn’t built like a bronc rider. Well, the imprint of each one of his muscles hidden under that red hoodie begged to differ.

So did the outline of something else poking your plush thigh through the denim. You groaned, moving to sit up, and grabbed your headphones from where they’d landed beside Alex’s head. As you used Cole’s outstretched hand as support, your eyes locked onto your best friend’s younger brother.

“Um, Y/n, hi. I’m so sorry. Whatididwasdisgustingitwon’thappenagain,” he mumbled rapidly.

“Huh? What was that?” you inclined your head towards him.

Oh. So you liked to play with your food before eating it. Noted.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed.

“Don’t be, darlin’. It was my fault. I should have held onto your arm or something,” you reassured him.

“You’re kidding, right?” Cole piped up.

He was leaning against the wall beside his door again, where he had positioned himself after sidestepping when Alex lost his balance.

“No? Why would I joke about this? He could have gotten hurt,” you furrowed your brows.

Your hands roamed all over Alex, checking for any injury. He was in heaven. Cole just scoffed, and entered his room. He closed the door behind him, locking it.

“You’re not sleeping in there?” Alex asked you.

“Apparently. Guess, I’ll just head home then.” You stepped back, satisfied with your examination of Alex’s non-existent injuries.

He immediately missed your warmth. The whine that left his throat was almost embarrassing. Or, it would be. If it were literally anyone else witnessing this.

But it was you. And you were kind, and sweet, and had rubbed his back when he puked out of nervousness before his first rodeo. So he wasn’t so much embarrassed as he was flustered.

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” he blurted.

Your face flushed, “Huh?”

“No, no. Ugh, what I meant to say was, do you want to sleep in my room tonight? You know, since it’s late and all. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t done that before...” he trailed off.

He was right. There had been countless occasions where you would crash in his bed, arms wrapped around each other. When you read him bedtime stories as children, when you tutored him in a subject he totally knew but didn’t mind the extra time he got to spend with you, or when Cole had a girl over and you were forced to retreat from what was essentially your room in everything but name.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You smiled.

“Uh, great then!” He answered with a sheepish one of his own.

This was torture. Alex was suffering. Why? Because the universe had decided to test his patience tonight. First, he saw you practically naked. Then, he had to keep a straight face when you fell to the ground, chests pressed together. And now? He was being forced to stay absolutely still as you shifted on his bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

The bed was not made for two. Earlier, you used to adjust somehow. But the both of you had grown. And he definitely took up much more space than his prepubescent self. It was hard not to just wrap around you like he used to.

Normally, he would. But after everything that had already happened tonight, he did not want to try his luck. It took a lot for him to control his thoughts from running wild. And it most definitely didn’t help that his boner still wouldn’t go away.

He had tried thinking of literally every single unsexy thing he could think of. Cole, Cole’s attitude, Cole getting to have you in his room like this almost every night while Alex clung to the crumbs he was lucky enough to recieve once every couple months.

Cole didn’t know how good he had it. Alex’s eyes stayed glued to the back of your head. He couldn’t risk looking down and glimpsing where your shirt was riding up, exposing the blue fabric of your underwear he had gotten the pleasure of seeing you in.

He wouldn’t think about just how sheer the lace was. And he certainly wouldn’t let his hands grab your hips, maneuvering you into a position where his dick rested between your thighs. From there, he definitely would not get himself off using the feel of your silky skin and the freedom of movement your clothing, or lackthereof, provided.

Nope. Such thoughts would never cross his mind. Except he already was. Holding onto you, that is. He hadn’t realised the scenario in his head had caused his body to unconsciously envelop yours. Uh-oh.

Damn it. He needed to get himself together. He tried to retract his hands, but before he could do so, yours landed on top of each of his. Your fingers intertwined with his on your waist as you turned your head the slightest bit.

The moon shone through his window, illuminating you in its ethereal light. You looked like an angel on Earth. God, you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. Inside and out. Perhaps that is why when your gaze dropped to his lips, he leaned in without thinking.

Now, Alex had kissed girls before. He had had girlfriends. Granted, they both had cheated on him with his older brother but still. He had never felt like this before. So wanted. So loved.

Kissing you was like the first day of spring after a particularly harsh winter. You were a breath of fresh air after being underwater so long he hadn’t even realised he was drowning. Feeling your lips glide against his stole the pain of his past and turned it into pure, burning passion.

“Y/n, I..” he trailed off when you broke away abruptly and pulled the shirt over your head.

Alex drew in a sharp breath. Of all the times in his life Alex Walter had been grateful for you not wearing a bra, this one has got to be his favourite. Because now he gets to touch. Or does he? He’s getting ahead of himself, isn’t he?

“Can I?” his warm hands landed just below your ribcage.

You nodded. Your hands guided his upwards and he gave your breasts a firm squeeze. The pads of his thumbs swiped across your hardened nipples, and you let out a soft moan.

“Alex..” you breathed as he explored your chest with his mouth.

You moved to straddle him, careful not to disturb his fervent endeavours. He pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes moved to Cole’s shirt on his floor, then to you pretty much naked on top of him.

“I love my life,” he sighed into your neck, peppering kisses there till he reached your lips once more.

“Never thought that could come from you,” you mused.

“Yeah well, I never thought I could have you and here we are.” He smirked.

“You’ve always had me,” you looked into his eyes.

“God, I’m stupid.” He realised.

You just laughed. Yeah, he had to be at least a little stupid to not realise how far gone you were for him. Better late than never, you supposed. You kissed him deeply, tongues mingling as you licked into his mouth.

Alex trailed his fingers down your sides, hooking into your underwear. He tugged on them, and you shifted to let him help you out of the last piece of fabric covering you. He took a second to admire you.

“I swear, if I’d known that this was a possibility, my love life would’ve been a lot less fucked up.” He confessed.

“Less fucked up than hooking up with your brother’s best friend?” you raised an eyebrow, accentuating the question with a harsh grind.

“Fuck. Yeah, I mean, considering,” he shrugged.

“Fair enough.” you held onto his broad shoulders, setting a slow pace.

Alex removed his hoodie and undershirt in one go, throwing them across the room. His hands guided your hips, bringing you down onto him over and over.

The fabric rubbed deliciously against your bare pussy, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core. You reached a hand down to unbutton his jeans. He was a sight to behold.

He looked about ready to beg for you to start moving again. You loved that he got all desperate like this. He might be pathetic, but he was yours. And that’s exactly how you like him.

“C’mon, darling. Take these off for me, won’t you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“Mhm,” he nodded, frantically removing his pants along with his boxers.

Oh, wow. You should have seen this coming. He had grown a lot in the past year. Apparently, that applied to all parts of him. His length was flush against his abs. The soft pink tip weeped, leaking pre all over his abdomen.

Your hand wrapped around him, stroking languidly. The sounds he made were downright filthy. Your heart had hurt for him when the incident had occurred with Paige, and then twice with Jackie. If you had known you could prevent all that so simply, he might not have suffered so much.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? My darling.” You twisted your wrist as you continued moving it along the length of him.

“Mm, ‘m yours. Always have been,” he looked downright sinful.

“My pretty baby. Won’t let anyone hurt you again, promise.” you kissed the bridge of his nose.

You continued peppering kisses all over his face as your hand brought him closer to his orgasm. He covered his mouth to stifle the groan that escaped his throat.

“S-stop,” he said, bringing his hand to yours.

“What happened? You okay, baby? We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna,” you caressed his face.

“No, it’s just. Well.. if you keep going I might.. finish,” he looked away, shy all of a sudden.

“That’s the goal, isn’t it?” you teased.

“But, I want to feel you when I do.” His voice gained confidence as the sentence came to an end.

“Awh, you’re too sweet, you know that?” you jutted out your bottom lip.

“So you keep saying.” He smiled at you.

“Because it’s true. Now, show me what you’ve got cowboy.” you grinned, leaning back onto your elbows.

Alex flipped you with surpising strength, muscled arms bulging as the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and arousal filled your nose. He lined himself up with your entrance, barely managing to find it as he tried to seem like he knew what he was doing.

He very obviously did not. Even if you weren’t aware of exactly how much experience he had, it was visible in the way he fumbled around for a few seconds.

You let him figure it out. It was sweet how he was trying so hard, caring about your pleasure as well. The other guys you had been with were only ever intrested in getting what they wanted from you. And disappearing once they did.

Alex wasn’t like that at all. He was kind, and selfless. You would give him the world, and shield him from harm forever if you could. Though that wasn’t possible, what you could do was be there for him. No matter what.

You cried as he pushed inside, the pain turning into pleasure almost immediately. He froze, afraid of hurting you even just a little bit. You pushed back onto him, prompting him to grab your hips.

His thrusts were a bit sloppy at first, but then the rhythm solidified into a steady one. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

You shoved your face into a pillow and he increased his pace. His hips slammed into you feverishly. He brought one hand around to toy with your clit. You saw stars.

You wanted to scream. But that would wake everyone up, and then you’d be banned from sleeping over at the Walters’ ever again. So you bit your hand, Alex’s harsh thrusts driving you further into the mattress.

“Y/n, I’m close,” he moaned.

“Me too- You feel so good. Such a good boy,” your praise pushed him over the edge.

He spilled into you with a grunt, his grip on you tightening. But he didn’t pull out. Instead, he started moving once again. He fucked his cum into you, determined to make you finish.

The extra lubrication made it easier for him to slide in and out. He was rougher this time. He knew you wouldn’t break, and he was done being careful. Alex was ready to give you what you needed.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, eyes rolling back.

He drew fast circles onto your clit, urging your body to give what he demanded. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix, and the sensation was too much. You crumbled around him, as he kept going.

Feeling your walls squeeze him as your muscles contracted, caused a second orgasm to be ripped from him. He filled you for the second time that night. This was an entirely different outcome as compared to how either of you expected this to go when you first agreed to sleep in his room.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he laid on top of you. You felt him softening inside, refusing to pull away even now. His hot breath kissed your cheek, the two of you laying there without the strength to move.

His arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the slight chill the open window let in. Alex eventually covered you both with a blanket and you fell asleep with your head on his chest.

A knock on the door shook Alex awake. He contemplated ignoring it. You were so warm, so soft against him. He couldn’t believe he got to wake up next to you like this. That last night wasn’t just another dream that would fade away with the morning light.

Knuckles rapped on wood again, more urgent this time. Ugh. Alex pulled away from your embrace, careful not to jostle you. He spotted his jeans on the ground and quickly put them on.

“Alex, I know she’s in there! Open up, I need to talk to her.” Cole’s voice rang from the other side.

Alex opened the door abruptly and spoke in a harsh whisper, “Shh, you’re gonna wake her!”

“So?” Cole peeked into the room, taking in the scene.

He glanced at his brother’s mussed hair, to your body underneath the thin blanket which clung to your skin in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination. There were clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor, including Cole’s shirt and your lace underwear.

Cole sucked in a sharp breath, “what did you do to her?”

“What did I do to- what are you talking about?” Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Clearly, you did something. Why else would she be naked in your bed? So tell me, did you blackmail her? Win a bet?” Cole questioned.

“He didn’t do anything like that,” you groaned from the bed, awake from all the commotion.

“So you slept with him willingly? Did you know it was him beforehand, or..” he speculated.

“Oh my god. Yes, I had sex with Alex fully knowing it was him. Because he’s hot. Because I wanted to. Because I love-” you shut your mouth.

“You love me?” Alex gaped.

“You love him? Geez, I knew you had a thing for nerds but I didn’t expect you to pick Alex of all people.” Cole rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, you asshole.” You threw a pillow in his face.

“I regret teaching you how to throw,” he tossed it back.

“Okay, if you’re done, can you leave now?” Alex asked his brother.

“Fine, fine. I’m going,” he raised his hands, “guess you meant it when you asked her to sleep with you, huh?”

Alex shut the door in his face. Turning around, he saw you struggling to contain your laughter.

“Seriously?” he shook his head, laughing quietly.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” you snickered.

“I hate you.” He sighed.

“Aw, really?” you fake-pouted.

“No- uhm, I didn’t mean that! I- I'm. I love you,” he walked closer, his eyes widening.

“I was kidding, but I love you too.” you chuckled, planting a kiss on his lips.

Alex melted into you. His body pressed yours into the bed, the familiar weight making you relax. Yeah, Alex did know you. But finding out the things he didn’t was a process he wasn’t opposed to enjoying.

A/n: omg this was long. I did not expect to stretch it this much but I just love him. And I needed Cole’s reaction since that’s what the ask was mainly about lmao,, hope this wasn’t ooc or anything since i’ve only just started watching this show. Can’t believe I got into this fandom because of a gif I saw of Alex in an instagram comment section🫣💞

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Fire and Ice

Chapter 24

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“If I asked you to leave, would you?” Xaden asks, stopping beside me at the cliff’s edge, near where Ithearrach is perched.

“That’s like asking if I’d trade chocolate cake for coconut cake.” I look at him with a half-smile. “Not a chance.”

Xaden blinks and lets out a short, humorless, nasal laugh, but there’s no disappointment in his gaze.

“How many daggers do you have?”

“Four, plus the sickles.” I gesture to the pair of curved blades sheathed at my waist.

“Good.” He nods, glancing at the cliff. “Dad wouldn’t like this one bit.”

“Actually, he’d be proud of you,” I say sincerely. “You looked after me as long as you could. All of us. And if this is where we’re going to meet Malek, then we’ll do it like riders.”

Xaden looks me up and down, and I see the ghost of a smile threatening to curve his lips. Then, without warning, he hugs me. I’m so surprised that my hands just hang in the air and my eyes go wide.

“You scare me, you know that?” he murmurs close to my ear. I have no answer.

I can’t remember the last time I got a hug from my stoic brother, but I haven’t forgotten how to hug him back. I wrap my arms tightly around him and bury my face in his chest, savoring the comforting warmth. My eyes sting, but I swallow back the tears.

When Xaden lets go, I do my best to smile. He gives my shoulder a light squeeze, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly, and moves toward Violet. As soon as he turns his back, my smile fades. Looking down from the cliff, we can see the outpost the venin are attacking and how hard the paladins are fighting to save their people. Ithearrach watches agitatedly, digging his claws into the edge of the ridge.

"It was wyverns you were facing, wasn't it?" I ask without hesitation. It doesn't matter how much he avoids the subject of the origin of his common name. "Not dragons. And yet they named you Cannibal, the Green Beast." He turns his massive head toward me and blinks. "You could have told me, you know."

"I’m surprised you know of their existence, unlike your fellow relic-bearers."

"Violet wasn't the only one who read the fables," I reveal, stroking his snout. "I read one once as a child, out of curiosity, back when my father told me the venin would get me if I didn't eat my vegetables. But no one asked what I knew, so…" I shrug.

My dragon exhales sharply through his nostrils and lifts his head, shifting his gaze to the horizon.

"I have never devoured or killed another dragon," he confesses.

"Kaori said in his lessons that it was the people from the countryside who called you Cannibal." I slide a hand along his leg. "I should have guessed he wasn't talking about navarrians."

"Humans proved themselves to be unreliable narrators long ago. But you already know that."

I nod slowly, glancing over my shoulder to assess my fellow riders one last time. There are four venin and a wyvern attacking a civilian village down below, apparently searching for something inside a clock tower, and we are about to fly into our first real battle. And possibly our last. Despite the fliers' help, I’m a first-year cadet without an extraordinary signet, and I’m far from being top of the class. Therefore, I’m the one least likely to survive.

At Xaden’s command, we all begin to mount up. From atop Ithearrach, I watch Liam climb onto Deigh. It’s strange that, in this moment, we aren’t saying desperate goodbyes as if it were the last time we’d ever touch. But I’ve made peace with my decision and with what I know the future holds for me.

Liam has a much better chance than I do. By this time tomorrow, he’ll be laying my body in a grave.

"We aren’t dying today," my dragon interjects with a growl.

Even with the absolute certainty in his voice, I mentally say goodbye to Rhiannon, Ridoc, and Sawyer. Sgaeyl takes flight, and the entire legion follows close behind.

The time has come.

The sun slowly slips behind the Dralor Cliffs, casting a gloomy pall over the afternoon. As we draw closer, I squint at the clock tower and spot a venin wielding a giant scepter, hurling daggers of fire at the civilians running for their lives below, screaming so loudly that, even at our flying speed, I can hear them perfectly.

The venin is a terrifying sight, with a skeletal face and soulless eyes ringed by red veins. No description could have prepared me for the sheer horror of coming face-to-face with one of them for the first time.

My attention wavers when Tairn unleashes a blast of fire that topples the tower; yet, the venin emerges unscathed, leaving me mere seconds to brace for the sudden impact of a wyvern colliding with Ithearrach. The beast sinks its claws into his chest, shoving us backward, and I grip the spikes until my knuckles turn white.

"There’s more than one wyvern attacking," he informs me, stretching his neck to try and snap up a gray wing.

"The others-"

"Tairn has already warned them." My dragon clamps his massive jaws around the wyvern’s leg, tears it from his chest, and chews. The scream of pain that follows nearly bursts my eardrums.

With the wyvern distracted, Ithearrach snaps his jaws around its throat and, with a bone-chilling crack, breaks its neck. Its massive body goes limp, and my dragon tosses it into an area of ​​the village that is already empty. Or, at least, I hope it’s empty.

"We have orders to provide cover for the civilians to flee," he says, banking left toward the spot where the brown Clubtail belonging to Soleil - a third-year rider - is slamming its tail against the wooden planks of a mine entrance, toward which people are rapidly running.

Griffins carry people in their talons and promptly return for the next group. Ithearrach circles overhead before dropping lower as Deigh appears and lands on the opposite side of the brown dragon, both their riders leap from their backs.

I lean forward to get a better view of what’s happening on the ground, and my heart skips a beat as I witness the sheer desperation of those defenseless people.

"Don't even think about going down there," he orders as I start to rise, keeping us high enough in the air that I can't attempt to jump.

"The civilians are trampling each other." My eyes widen as an elderly man stumbles and absolutely no one comes to his aid. "I need to go down there! Liam and Soleil can't handle this alone!"

A bolt of lightning strikes the wall, startling us. My dragon falls silent for a moment and, with a growl, lands. His claws have barely touched the ground when I leap from his back, running to help the poor man. As soon as he’s on his feet, he runs off without even stopping to say thank you.

Another bolt of lightning cuts through the air and strikes a building on the hill to the right, sending wood flying in all directions as it collapses, and I wonder what Violet is trying to do. Then, rocks tumble down the mountainside toward the tunnel. Fear grips me, both my own and my dragon’s, and the air catches in my lungs as Soleil raises her hands and halts the landslide, hurling the massive boulders away from the evacuation path.

Another crack of lightning echoes, but this time I don’t waste a moment trying to figure out Violet’s plan; I focus solely on helping those who cannot move. This takes me much farther from Ithearrach than I intended.

"Get off the ground!" he roars, turning his head toward the back of the crowd of civilians.

At that moment, Soleil sprints forward with a dagger drawn, her dragon close behind, heading toward a venin who has touched the ground. A wave of dread washes over me. I hadn't even noticed her presence there. Then, I realize what she is doing: she is draining magic directly from the source.

The ground around her darkens and spreads, sucking the life out of everything nearby like a wave of death, fast enough to reach the last civilian on the road. He falls screaming, his body convulsing and withering until he is nothing but a husk. Almost simultaneously, Soleil stumbles into that deadly zone and collapses; her dragon follows, and both suffer the same fate as the civilian.

"Get off the ground!" Ithearrach repeats, his voice laced with clear desperation this time. "Wyverns are approaching." Stumbling, I run to mount him, and he’s already airborne before I can reach the saddle.

Balancing on his shoulder, I watch Deigh take off with Liam on his back, and I relax.

“Don’t get distracted.” The reminder is clipped, irritated.

“Just because things didn’t work out between us doesn’t mean I wish him ill.” I grab the spikes and settle my thighs as best I can.

Ahead of us, a griffin-wounded wyvern is pierced in the neck by a giant ice spike created by Liam and plummets with a piercing shriek. Then, Tairn sets a building ablaze; it explodes, creating what could be called a firestorm, in an attempt to kill the venin and the wyvern that had come to her aid. But it’s no use.

“There goes my hope that there was another way to kill them.”

“No time to mourn.” My dragon banks to confront a wyvern approaching from the left, dodging a blast of blue fire.

Amid the sound of lightning tearing through the sky, Ithearrach seizes the wyvern with his talons, and we spin in midair. The way his body arches beneath me leaves me nearly dangling, and blood sprays everywhere, splattering the dark green scales near my face.

My dragon roars in pain as a gray maw clamps down on his shoulder, narrowly missing my leg. The wyvern’s slit pupil shifts toward me, and without hesitation, I draw the dagger from my thigh and leap from the saddle to stab it. The beast thrashes its head in pain, shaking us violently. I lose my balance and fall backward onto the hard spikes, feeling a few of them pierce me.

Ithearrach twists his body and manages to clamp his jaws onto the gray beast’s wing, forcing it to let go. I manage to sit up just in time to watch the base of the wyvern’s wing practically tear away from the rest of its body. It plummets, screaming and thrashing its one remaining wing in a futile attempt to fly, until it is impaled on the structures below.

There goes one of my daggers.

Despite the pain from my injuries, I hold on tight again, and we barely have time to recover before another wyvern begins to chase us, closing in at a terrifying speed. This time, there is a venin on its back.

"Are you okay?" I can’t help but ask. The wound on his shoulder looks deep.

"I can still fight." He banks sharply, striking the wyvern’s snout with the pointed tip of his tail-dagger.

"Good." I glance over my shoulder, the venin is much closer than I’d like. "Because our problems just got bigger."

Ithearrach accelerates and veers sharply, flying straight toward the wyvern, which is nearly his own size. As an idea forms in my mind, I pull the dagger from my waist and shift to sit on my heels.

"Don't jump." His reprimand doesn't make me hesitate. "Don't-"

"I won't let the venin touch you," I interrupt, determined.

When the wyvern is less than a head’s length away, I sprint along Ithearrach’s neck and leap from the tip of his snout, dagger raised, landing just behind the venin. The impact of my dragon’s bite on the creature's gray neck jolts us, but it doesn't stop me from charging at the long-robed monster ahead.

He uses a staff to hurl blue-flame daggers at me; I do my best to dodge while throwing my own dagger at his chest. Due to the instability, I end up striking its thigh; it grunts in pain but keeps casting its magic.

The wyvern screeches, and I lose what little balance I had as we suddenly plummet. Clinging to the gray spikes, I look over the gray wing to see my dragon with his massive jaws clamped around the base of the wyvern’s lower jaw, its head hanging at an unnatural angle.

Despair surges through our bond as he releases the gray creature and flies over its body, his talons opening to catch me. Just as he does, I catch a fleeting glimpse of a building looming beside his head, and then the world spins, followed by two loud crashes.

My body slams against hard structures, knocking the air from my lungs, until the back of my head hits something even more solid and everything stops. The high-pitched ringing of unconsciousness drowns out everything around me, I squeeze my eyes shut as a searing pain shoots through my skull, digging my fingernails into the packed earth, and I feel something warm trickling down my forehead and tracing the scar on my cheek.

Fighting my body’s urge to slip into unconsciousness, I force my eyes open and try to focus on anything I can recognize. The first thing that stands out is the dark green scales of my dragon. He lies sprawled on his belly, one wing pinned beneath a ruined building, unconscious. I try to call out to him, but there is only silence on his side of the bond. A short distance behind him, I can see the dead wyvern’s body.

I begin to move cautiously. First testing my hands, then my arms and legs. But when I try to rise, my ribs protest; I open my mouth in a silent scream and collapse back to the ground, landing on my back this time and resting my head against the wooden pillar I had struck earlier. Tears escape as the pain intensifies and breathing becomes harder; I stare up at the dark sky, teeming with wyverns and dragons, wishing for it all to end.

Despite the carnage, the emerging stars are beautiful, faint behind the clouds, yet lovely nonetheless. A beautiful final glimpse before Malek claims my soul.

I cough, struggling to draw breath, and pain flares up again—so violent I can barely endure it. I force myself to look to the side to see my dragon one last time, and a weak smile touches my lips.

Louder roars fill the sky above; a wyvern and a red dragon fly past, locked in combat, the dragon clearly losing, and they are quickly followed by… Tairn.

The sound of an explosion nearby makes me turn my head, and instinctively, I reach for a scythe. Emerging from a cloud of dust, the venin from earlier limps toward me, my dagger still buried in his thigh, wearing a twisted grin. At least he’s without his staff.

"Don't give up." My dragon’s low voice cuts through the bond, bringing a wave of his pain with it that seizes my left shoulder. "Fight."

He’s right. I can’t, and I won’t, give up so easily.

Despite the searing pain around my chest and the agony of every breath, I force myself to stand, trying to put some distance between us. Ithearrach pulls his wing free from the rubble, tossing the debris aside, but winces in pain as he puts weight on his front left leg.

The venin laughs and crouches, touching the ground with both hands, ready to channel. My eyes go wide. I limp away from him and closer to my dragon, but I trip over my own feet and fall. My broken ribs protest, but the surging adrenaline numbs the pain.

Brushing the hair from my eyes, I feel a blast of heat wash over me and strike the venin; then, a pair of massive paws plant themselves in front of me, shaking the ground, and Ithearrach snaps his jaws around the venin. I watch in shock as he chews the creature like a toy and flings the remains of its body against the wreckage of a house, impaling its chest. Ithearrach roars in victory and lowers his head to my level, taking a few steps back.

"Thank you." I touch his snout with both hands, almost like an embrace, and rest my forehead against his scales, closing my eyes.

"I’ve lost enough daughters to the war."

My eyes sting.

A roar draws our attention beyond the walls, where the battle between the wyvern and the red dragon rages on; Tairn is closing the distance as fast as he can, diving in. And only one red dragon came with us. Deigh.

Oh, shit. Liam.

"Let's help," I declare, assessing my dragon's wing.

"I can still fly," he states. "But can you?"

I brush off his question and start to climb up, but the injuries from my fall take their toll. Everything blurs, that same high-pitched ringing drowns out the rest of the world, and I fall backward. But not even this will make me give up.

"Don't even think about trying that again." He opens the claws on his left leg. "If you really want to keep going, I’ll carry you."

With that, he gently scoops me up, and we take flight. The problem is, he won't be able to fight while carrying me like this, and I start to think he’ll have to put me down… until we pass the wall and I see Deigh’s twisted body. Beside him, Tairn and Sgaeyl have landed, and the sorrow in their postures is clear.

No.

Deigh is just wounded. He isn't… he can't be… Liam can't be…

Ithearrach lands on three legs, keeping me airborne for a few seconds to steady himself before opening his talons. Even with my ribs stabbing painfully against my chest and my vision darkening, I run to where Xaden is crouching beside Liam, rushing past Violet.

"Liam!" I call out, searching for any sign of life in his still-open eyes as I drop to my knees beside him. "Liam." I try again, placing my hands on his chest. "Don't do this. Please. Don't…" I cup his cheeks and shake his face, but his vacant eyes don't move.

I turn to Xaden, who looks at me with sad eyes and slowly shakes his head. My breath hitches, making an ugly, strangled sound that hurts my throat. I clench my fists in the fabric of Liam’s clothes, feeling my whole body tremble as sobs escape, and I lay my head against his silent chest.

Malek, no. Not him.

I don't want him to die.

Strong arms wrap around me and pull me away, and I let out a cry of pain. Xaden releases me immediately, and I crawl back toward Liam’s body, wishing this were all just a nightmare.

"You're hurt," my brother concludes, carefully touching my ribs, and I can feel his gaze on the drying streaks of blood across my face. "Hide. Stay safe." Xaden whispers, leaning closer and gently sliding his hand across my back. "I’m not losing you, too."

He stands up, leaving me with my grief, and exchanges a few words with Violet that I pay no attention to. Soon, gusts of wind signal that they’ve headed back into battle.

I study Liam’s face for a moment longer, unable to hold back the tears, thinking about everything we’ve been through… and how much I wish things hadn’t gone so wrong. With a trembling hand, I close his eyes. Now, he looks like he’s simply asleep.

I tear my gaze away and stand up, determined to return to the fight, regardless of what Xaden asked of me. But I can’t take even two steps before everything blurs and that high-pitched sound returns so intense that I lose consciousness. My ribs protest as I slam into the ground.

The world shakes violently up and down, and I feel my head snapping backward repeatedly. It’s as if I have no control over my own body. I sense Ithearrach’s presence, he’s tearing the bond wide open, storming into my mind like a hurricane, but I can’t reach him.

All I feel is fear as my vision repeatedly fades to black and blurs back to light, shaking me violently; pain consumes my body with every tremor, rendering my confused, agonizing attempts to stay awake useless. It feels almost like a miracle when it finally stops.

My body goes rigid for a moment before turning limp, still beyond my control. I barely register the hazel eyes filling my blurred vision or the warm hands gripping my shoulders, or the way the person’s mouth is moving, as if they’re screaming. And just behind them, I see a pair of sky-blue eyes and blonde hair falling over my forehead.

My lips curve into a smile on their own before darkness takes me.

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Fire and Ice

Chapter 23

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A.N.: Hey everyone, please forgive my absence. I’ve been really focused on college and haven't managed to write much at all over the past month. But I’ll try to post more often during my break. Feel free to share your thoughts, I love reading every single one of them <3

I pack my gear less hurriedly than I should, considering I have only thirty minutes to report to the formation courtyard with my squad. The emotions of the last few hours have been… overwhelming.

The “attack” Garrick had come to warn me about was actually a War Games exercise. Before we gathered in the courtyard, we all thought Basgiath was actually under attack, and my first reaction was to freeze. Garrick had to shake me to snap me out of my trance.

Now that Panchek has cleared everything up, it all feels hard to process. I can’t stop thinking about the argument with Liam, replaying every word spoken without thinking... or words that had been suppressed for a long time.

I finish packing my pack and sheathe every weapon I can on my body, including my sickles, then meet my squad in the hallway to grab food-to-go from the common area before heading to the flight field. I don’t bother looking at Liam; he’s already thrown me off balance enough.

“What’s with the long face?” Ridoc nudges my shoulder. “You should be happy. We're finally leaving Basgiath for five days after a whole year! Sure, it’s for a deadly exercise, I know. But I think that makes it more exciting.”

“If you say so.” I answer more dejectedly than I intended, keeping my eyes on the boots of Rhiannon and Violet walking ahead of us.

“Wow. You look like you just lost your favorite dagger in a challenge.” He nudges me again. “What happened?”

I sigh, feeling a headache coming on. I stay silent for a moment, thinking about how to answer, and when we’re near the stairs to the flight field, I turn to him.

“Liam and I had a huge fight.” I speak quietly so only Ridoc can hear.

“Huge, like, ‘someone’s getting stabbed’ huge?” He leans closer, glancing discreetly at Liam behind us. Well, as discreetly as Ridoc can manage.

"Verbal stabs."

He raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes, straightening up. As we start climbing the stairs, he leans in again.

"Good thing they weren't actual stabs, or I bet he wouldn't even be getting out of bed." I let out a nasal laugh, so faint it doesn't even make my shoulders shake or bring a smile to my face. "Did you break up?"

"If kicking him out of my room counts as a breakup, then yes."

Ridoc presses his lips together and slowly turns his head away so I can't see his expression.

At the top of the stairs, the sun hits me without warning, making my head throb and my eyelids heavy. I massage my left temple, the side that hurts the most. I’d give anything to be lying in my bed right now.

"Hey, you okay?" Ridoc grips my shoulder, making me stop and turn toward him.

"I am. I just…" Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liam reaching the top of the stairs, and I quickly start walking again. Ithearrach isn't hard to spot, standing beside Aotrom at the Second Squadron’s dragon formation. "I didn't sleep."

"None of us did." He notes, quickening his pace to keep up with me. "I have to say: you look terrible."

"Wow, thanks a lot." Playfully, I smack his chest with the back of my hand. "That’s exactly what anyone wants to hear before flying into battle."

"Hey, at least I’m honest." He laughs, raising his hands.

I shake my head, fighting back a small smile, and focus on reaching my dragon.

"No chicken for you today." I warn, receiving a grunt in response. I glance over at Aotrom greeting his rider, and whatever he said, Ridoc reacts with a funny look on his face, as if he’d been the target of one of his own jokes. "I see he’s made a new friend. About time."

"Aotrom is very persistent, despite my warnings," my dragon grumbles, puffing smoke from his nostrils. I almost laugh at his annoyance. But if he were truly bothered, he would have killed the younger dragon by now. And probably devoured him, too.

"That’s a meal I’m saving for later." Ithearrach stares at Aotrom, and judging by the way the other dragon turns his head to stare back and steps aside, I can tell he heard it too.

That makes me laugh. If I didn’t know my dragon, I wouldn’t recognize the subtle sarcasm in his comment.

"Your dragon is threatening my dragon." Ridoc approaches to a safe distance, keeping a close eye on Ithearrach’s movements so he doesn’t get incinerated alive.

"He has a questionable sense of humor." I shrug, walking over to him.

"Second Squad!" Dain shouts to get our attention. "Get ready for a four-hour flight for the first leg of the journey. We’ll need to maintain a tight formation for the first fifteen minutes while the other squads disperse."

Four hours of flying.

I snort and turn to my dragon. I wouldn’t mind flying for that long if it didn’t give me such unbearable back pain.

"Get ready. The drama’s about to start." Ridoc nudges me with his elbow, crossing his arms.

I follow his gaze to see Xaden approaching Dain and Violet, and it doesn’t take long for them to start arguing about what would be safer for Violet: going to Athebyne with Xaden, beyond the wards, or staying with Dain. The Squad Leader’s facial expressions are priceless.

“Honestly, the dynamic between those three could fill a whole book,” I remark, crossing my arms to watch the scene unfold.

“Not just one. At least five,” Ridoc laughs, his shoulders shaking.

We watch the little drama play out until Xaden mentions that he’s taking Liam, Imogen, and me along, too. It takes me a moment to process the fact that he didn’t even hesitate to say my name… because he actually wants me on this mission by his side.

I turn to Ridoc with a smile so wide it reaches my eyes, but his expression makes it fade. He’s looking at me with concern and… sadness?

“What is it?” I place my hands on his shoulders.

“You aren’t coming with us.” His voice is thick with an emotion I can’t name. “You’re going beyond the wards.”

“Don’t go pulling a Dain on me now,” I joke.

“Gods, no. You’re going to crush whatever’s waiting for you out there.” Ridoc laughs, holding my wrists. “Just… be careful.”

“Worried about me, Ridoc?” I raise an eyebrow, offering a half-smile.

“Always, Lyribug.” His gaze drops for a fleeting moment before shifting back to my eyes.

The nickname sends a strange shiver through me. Ridoc has called me that since my first day at Basgiath, and despite my protests, he never stopped. At least, not until a while ago. I thought the joke had lost its appeal for him, but it seems I was wrong.

“So,” I clear my throat, pulling my hands away and stepping back, “see you in five days?”

“Sure.” He smiles, sliding his hands into his pockets. I nod awkwardly, suddenly feeling strange. "And I want to know more about those 'stabs' you two traded. Every detail."

"Of course." I laugh, rolling my eyes. In the distance, I see Xaden already heading toward Sgaeyl, slowing his pace just long enough to nod at me.

"Say your goodbyes. It’s time to go." Ithearrach prompts, lowering his head until his jaw is level with mine, a habit he’s picked up whenever I’m about to mount.

Aotrom must have said the same thing to Ridoc. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. Without hesitation, I hug him back. I have to admit, I needed it.

Over his shoulder, I see Liam standing beside Deigh, looking frozen just moments before mounting, staring at us with wide eyes. I scowl and flip him the double bird. But when I pull away from Ridoc, I flash my best smile, as if nothing happened, and walk away.

"If Deigh’s rider doesn’t stop staring at you, I’m going to incinerate him." Ithearrach growls as I climb up his foreleg.

"Then that makes two of us."

Ƹ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠Ʒ

We spend the entire morning flying non-stop toward Athebyne, and a strange sensation ripples through my body as we pass through the wards, like a quick, abrupt tug. Ithearrach remains unbothered, however, having made this crossing many times before.

It’s nearly one in the afternoon when we approach Athebyne and descend to the edge of a lake. I almost weep with joy when my feet touch the ground. I stretch my limbs as far as I can, trying to ease the ache rising from the base of my spine to my shoulders.

“We’re twenty minutes out from Athebyne, so hydrate! We have no idea what kind of situation awaits us there,” Xaden says, his voice carrying to the entire squad.

I watch as Ithearrach plunges his massive maw into the water and almost do the same, but I settle for using my canteen, drinking nearly half of it.

“Lyra,” Violet approaches, looking sore from the journey as well. Before I can ask if she’s okay, she continues. “We have exactly half a minute before Liam catches up to us, so spill it. What was that back at the flight field?”

Over her shoulder, I notice Liam has already dismounted his dragon and is marching toward us. Whether to talk about what happened or to take up his post as Violet’s bodyguard, I can’t tell. Maybe both.

“We had a fight.” I cross my arms.

“That was pretty obvious.” Violet glances discreetly behind her. “What happened?”

“The usual. He keeps harping on the guilt he feels for what he put me through at the start of the year, even though he knows I’ve already forgiven him.” I shift my weight, avoiding looking up. “He can’t forgive himself.”

“Did you break up?” She steps closer, whispering.

Before I can answer, Liam arrives; I snap my mouth shut, looking at anything but him. Ithearrach growls in response to my emotions and lifts his head, stepping closer to me.

“I’ll let you two talk.” Violet offers a tight smile and walks away, heading into the forest.

An awkward silence settles between us. We stand facing each other—my arms firmly crossed, his hanging loosely at his sides.

“I’m sorry about everything,” Liam begins, trying to catch my eye. “I spoke without thinking.”

"Liam" I raise a hand to stop him. The words almost get stuck, but I force them out. "We need to break up."

He freezes, clenching and unclenching his fists, and nods slowly with a sigh.

"I thought I could make it work," I admit, taking a step back. "I thought we could do it together. But it isn't working… and I'm tired." My voice trembles, and even though I dread meeting his gaze, I lift my chin. "You need to be okay with yourself first, no matter how much you love me."

Liam stares at me motionless, his breathing grows louder as his body tenses, and his blue eyes, which always reminded me of the sky on a sunny day, now only recall fire at its hottest.

Silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, filled only by the sound of our breathing and the world around us. Finally, he closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath.

"It’ll be better this way," he declares, opening his eyes.

"It will," I agree, nodding slowly.

"Well…" Liam takes a step back. "At least we tried. I’m sorry for what I put you through and for everything I said."

"Stop apologizing." I try not to let the anger show in my voice, clenching my fists to hold back the flames. "Please."

Liam nods and forces a quick smile before turning back to his dragon. As he walks away, a piece of me goes with him, because I’ve been in love with him since childhood. I don’t even remember why, it was always an inexplicable feeling, but it wasn't this strong until I saw him again at Basgiath, and it just kept growing every day, even after the arguments and the bad times. Even now, facing a breakup.

Maybe I fell in love with the memory of him, not the man standing before me. In the end, I suppose he isn't quite so perfect after all. But I’m not going to chase after him this time, because what I’m feeling isn’t healthy. It can’t be.

“Don’t lose yourself in that feeling.” Ithearrach’s voice startles me, making me jump. “That’s what led you to humiliate yourself months ago.”

Of course he’d have access to that memory. I’ve been replaying that scene a lot lately.

“And it’s been agonizing,” he grumbles, lowering his head to my level. “I thought this moment would never come.”

“You were the one who told me to talk to him.” I throw my hands up. “I thought dragons didn’t make mistakes.”

“And we don’t.” Smoke pours from his nostrils, mussing my hair. “I told you to settle things with him, not to take him as consort.”

My cheeks burn, as does my entire body, and I can’t stop fire from escaping between my fingers.

Ithearrach growls and lifts his head, turning it toward the tall rocks near the trees. The other dragons stir as well, and their riders react accordingly.

“What’s happening?” Agitated, I follow his gaze to the rocks.

“Xaden!” Bodhi shouts, running in that direction, quickly followed by the others.

“Griphons.”

Oh, shit.

Violet.

I run to follow the other cadets, keeping a respectful distance from Tairn as he lands and lets out a powerful roar. Over my companions' heads, I can see a pair of griphons with their riders on their backs, standing in the meadow about twenty feet away from us.

I weave through the cadets and stand beside Bodhi, watching the exact moment Xaden and Garrick come to a halt facing the fliers, and recognize the familiar face of Syrena. She gives me a discretc nod, which I answer with a tight smile. In another occasion, I'd be happier to see her.

“You got here too damn early,” my brother says, and I can see confusion washing over Violet’s face.

This is going to go horribly wrong.

“What happened to the meeting we had scheduled for tomorrow? We don’t have the full load yet.” He continues, his voice calm and flat. I can’t help but watch every one of Vi’s reactions.

For a year, I hid a lot of things from my friends, things that would change their entire perception of reality. Deep down, something told me that eventually they’d find out and reject me, and the way her face contorts at every word Xaden exchanges with the fliers makes my stomach churn.

“We lost a nearby village to a venin horde two days ago. They wiped everything out.”

I turn my head toward the flier, eyes wide; if my stomach weren’t empty, I’d have already thrown up my guts. Bodhi steps closer.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

I don’t trust my voice to speak right now, so I just nod. My racing heart makes the nausea worse, but revealing that now won’t help matters.

“It looks like the horde is heading north,” the flier explains. “Straight for our border trading post, in front of your garrison at Athebyne. Are you armed?”

“We’re armed,” Xaden confirms.

“Then our job here is done. We’ve already passed on the warning,” the same flier continues. “Now we need to defend our people. This little detour left us with only about an hour to make it back in time.”

I lose focus on the conversation for a moment, feeling dizzy and lost at the possibility of facing the venins. But what worries me most is the fact that Violet has seen and heard everything now. If she disagrees with keeping something this big a secret, I don’t know what Xaden will do.

The loud crack of a powerful lightning bolt makes my body jump, snapping my attention back to our surroundings. Shadows are shifting restlessly near the fliers' feet, and the tension feels even heavier now.

"We’ll be there with the rest of our wing. Send a signal if you manage to escape." Syrena moves away, leading her companion back to where the gryphons are waiting, and they soon take off.

We all turn toward Violet with a mix of fear and anxiety. When she locks eyes specifically with me and doesn't look away, I try to think of something to say, but I can't. Any explanation I offer will only anger her.

"Good luck, Riorson." Imogen brushes a lock of hair from her face, and I freeze for a moment before realizing she’s referring to Xaden.

Everyone starts to head back toward the lake, but I can’t move. Not with the way Vi is staring at me.

"Violet-"

"Are you really my friend?" she interrupts, her voice weak but her gaze fierce.

"Of course I am," I hasten to reply. "But he’s my brother."

"And what about you?" She turns to Liam, her voice rising with growing anger.

"We’re friends, Violet, but I owe him everything." Liam meets her furious gaze with sadness. "All of us do. And once you give him the chance to explain…"

"You saw me training with him!" She shoves Liam’s chest, catching us all off guard, and he stumbles back across the grass. "Both of you! You stood right there and watched while I fell in love with him!" She clenches her fists, fixing her gaze solely on me now. “You were the first person I told about this!”

Violet raises her hands to shove me, just as she did with Liam, but I catch her wrists. She lunges forward and I stumble back a bit, but I plant my feet and don’t let go, not until she stops trying to hit me and yanks her arms free from my grasp. Over her shoulder, I see that Xaden is less than five paces away.

“Oh, shit.” Bodhi wraps an arm around me and gently pulls me back, but I break free from his hold.

“It was for your own good, Vi,” I try to explain, taking a step forward. “We’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Violence, let me explain.” Xaden stops behind her. Still furious, she turns to face him.

A bolt of lightning cuts across the sky, and I exchange a look with Bodhi, worried about the fallout from this revelation. Violet’s indignation and outrage clearly wound my brother, he flinches every time she reminds him that he chose to keep all this from her. We all did.

Fortunately, she lets us explain, though I prefer to stay quiet and let Xaden do the talking. Calmly, he tells her about the venin, the daggers we’ve been transporting, the truth about the fliers… everything except Aretia. Violet listens and asks questions, and in the end, she believes us. But she doesn’t seem satisfied.

Then, still processing everything that just happened, we head to our dragons and fly to the Athebyne outpost.

“Something is wrong,” Ithearrach declares shortly after we land on the flight field.

“There are a lot of things going wrong,” I sigh, exhausted.

“I mean here,” he clarifies, twisting his neck to look at me. “There’s no one else here.” I furrow my brows in confusion as I slide down from his back. As we pass through the outpost gates, I confirm my dragon was right. It’s completely deserted.

“What the hell?” Garrick walks ahead across the courtyard, looking around.

A shiver runs up my spine.

“Stop,” Xaden orders. “There’s no one here. Split up and search the place.”

We break into pairs or trios to inspect the area. Bodhi and I search every corner of one of the towers together, but we find nothing.

“It doesn’t make sense.” He frowns. “They wouldn’t empty out an outpost just for the War Games.”

“Maybe it isn’t part of the War Games,” I murmur, closing the door to the last room in the tower behind us.

“I know this isn’t the best time, but...” Bodhi walks beside me, leaning in slightly. “What was that with Liam at the flight field earlier? And later by the lake? Did you two break up?”

“We have more important things to worry about right now, don’t you think?” I raise an eyebrow, already fed up with the question. I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape my gossiping cousin, but he just shrugs, dropping the subject.

We head toward where Xaden, Violet, and Liam are, crossing the thick rampart of the wall.

“I found something!” Garrick announces, coming from a tower on the other side of the wall with Imogen.

We hurry over, and when we arrive, Xaden looks pale as he reads the contents of a letter, presumably what Garrick found. He crumples the paper and looks at me, appearing almost too drained to speak. I can’t make out what that means.

“What is it?” I move to his side and touch his arm.

“It says our mission is to survive, if we can.”

“Survive to...” I can’t finish the sentence.

“That isn’t…” Garrick shakes his head.

“Guys, this is really bad!” Liam declares, leaning over the stone wall, and Imogen runs to where he is.

“It’s not your fault,” Xaden tells Violet, then turns to the rest of the group crowding around us. “We were sent here to die.”

[chrys-lism2]

Cuffs 𓆪 Kíli Durin

f! human! reader

ao3 link

wc: 4,700+

summary: kíli's one and only love is cursed beneath the mountain by smaug.

tags: reader is cursed to be a dragon skin changer!, fluff, angst, fluff, happy ending, bathing together, engagement, weddings, dragons, no i have not read the books and barely know the lore, leave a girl alone <3

a/n: love you all!!!!

divider cred: me!

Humans had always been off limits. Kíli had been convinced he’d end up with another royal dwarf, a marriage without love to continue the line. You were nothing more than a human girl from Laketown, an advanced weaver known for the intricate designs in your blankets. 

He’d seen you for the first time on a journey to Laketown, an expedition to let the young princes meet their trade partners. He’d stepped into the small store, looking for a blanket to hold him over for the next few nights, and found you, sitting behind the counter, working on a small baby blanket, covered in an intricate flower pattern. He was enamored.

“My prince.” You smile, standing and giving him a soft bow.

“No need for such formalities… You flatter me.” He’d smiled, red coating his cheeks.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“The warmest blanket you’ve got.” You nod, coming around the counter and walking him over to an area with various blankets.

“The ones with the fur layer will be the warmest… those are the cheapest–” You point to a few solid color blankets. He skims through them gently. 

“Which is the most expensive?” Your head tilts for a moment before gently pulling out a blanket with a beautiful design of the gate of Erebor.

“Took me thirty moons.” You smile shyly, watching as he takes it from your hands.

“This… is beautiful…” He whispers, glancing up at you, making you grin bashfully,

“Thank you…”

“I’ll take it.” Your eyes widen.

“Are you sure? It’s almost–”

“I couldn't care less about cost. I’ll give you double.”

“My prince–”

“Kíli.” You blink and nod.

“Kíli, it’s thirty–”

“Then I’ll give you ninty.” Your jaw drops, completely lost for words as he gives you a charming grin and drops a small bag of coins on the counter. “But, only if you’ll accompany me to a royal feast in three weeks.”

“What?” He steps forward, taking your hands in his, looking up at you.

“Accompany me to the royal feast.”

“Kíli– I’m just a weaver–” You sputter out.

“I don’t care– Don’t make me make it a royal order– because I will.” You let out a soft huff, contemplating for a long moment before nodding.

“If you so insist…” His grin broadens, squeezing your hands.

“I do. Do you ever decorate your clothing with your skills?” You nod. “Will you wear a dress with something you’ve designed?”

“Why? I can find a nice dress–”

“I want you to show off your skills.”

𓆰𓆪

The walk from the edge of the lake to the gate of Erebor felt like the longest journey you’d ever taken. The official invitation sat heavily in your hands, even as just a nimble piece of paper. You’d spent the three weeks intricately weaving designs into the light brown bodice of your dress, the bottom a flowy brown stain with a detailed trim at the bottom that matched the bodice. 

You stepped up to the door, finding a guard and gently offering your invitation. He grunted softly, letting you through. You staggered slowly with the large groups of dwarves wandering the mines, decorated for the feast. Various looks were tossed your way, making you shrink in on yourself and find a corner to tuck yourself in and catch your breath. “I was worried you weren’t coming.”

Your nerves dispersed immediately as you looked to your left, finding Kíli in traditional royal garments, his hair delicately braided. “I was worried you’d send the royal guard to arrest me if I didn’t.” You joke lightly, letting him hear the nervousness in your tone and offering you a sympathetic smile.

“Do not worry about the looks the dwarves give you; they’re quick to judge.” His eyes drop, tracing the details of your bodice (definitely taking the opportunity to scan the neckline that allured to the soft flesh beneath the dress) and tracing the pattern you’d created. “The dress… It’s beautiful.” He whispers, stepping forward to take a piece of the skirt within his fingers.

“I… worked really hard on it.” You admit gently, making him smile again.

“I’m even prouder to show you off now.”

You gently take his arm as he offers it, stepping back into the large corridors and desperately trying to ignore the gasps and wide eyes that face you. Kíli softly squeezes your hand, sending you a reassuring glance. “They don’t seem too fond of me.” You whisper gently.

“Well, then, thank the gods my opinion of you is the only one that matters, yes?” You smile lightly. “But, you do have to meet my uncle.”

“King Thorin.” You say gently, making him nod.

“He does not have a kind reputation.” You nod.

“Will he take kindly to a non-royal?” Kíli thinks for a long moment before gently shaking his head.

“But please believe me when I say that I’ll defend you and don’t let his words get to you, alright?”

𓆰𓆪

The dining hall was so large that you felt as if your eyes were playing tricks on you. “It’s beautiful…” You whisper, making Kíli’s shoulders set back in pride.

“Isn’t it?”

“How many of us will eat in here?” 

“You, me, Filí, and Thorin.” You stop, turning to him.

“That’s it?”

“This is the royal table, and only royals eat here. Filí, at least, is eager to meet you.” 

“This… is terrifying.” You say softly, thanking him gently as he pulls your chair out for you to sit. Kíli gently leans to kiss your temple and squeeze your hand reassuringly. 

“It’s going to be fine… please just don’t let anything get to you.” You nod slowly, preening as he kisses your forehead. The doors open, and you jolt up, facing the two dwarves and bowing politely. 

“And who might this fine lass be, brother?” Fíli grins happily, clapping a hand on Kíli’s shoulder, making the younger grin. He introduces you, and you let out a soft noise of surprise as he pulls you into a tight hug. “Kíli’s been showing off that blanket he got from you for days now.” Heat creeps across your cheeks.

“Really?” They both nod.

“It truly is a beautiful work.” Fíli compliments.

“You brought a human.” Thorin’s voice rings out, sending a cool chill down your spine.

“Indeed,” Kíli confirms, standing just in front of you. You lift your eyes to the king’s for a moment.

“Do you have any royal blood? Any standing power in your title?” You shoot a glance at Kíli, clearing your throat and shifting your weight between your feet.

“No, my lord. Just a weaver from Laketown.” His frown deepens, a soft huff leaving his nose as he moves his glance to Kíli. 

“We may sit.” He instructs, making the three of you nod and follow suit. Kíli gently holds your hand beneath the table, and Fíli gently serves the food among the three plates. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

“And you’re aware Kíli is forty-three, yes?” You shake your head softly.

“But our kinds age differently.”

“Precisely the reason this relationship could never possibly–”

“Thorin.” Kíli firmly interjects, sending a glare to the older dwarf.

“At least try to get to know her first, Thorin,” Fíli says gently, taking his seat as you slowly begin to eat. “How long have you been a weaver?”

“My mother taught me when I turned ten. We’ve been weavers for many generations.”

“Did you do the designs on your dress?” The blonde dwarf asks softly, making you nod with a prideful smile. Kíli glances over it with an affectionate glance, admiring the talent your fingers held.

“The blanket Kíli got, you made it, yes?” Thorin asks, making you nod. His eyes sharpen for a moment, but he continues eating without a word.

𓆰𓆪

“Did I do well?” You ask gently, swinging your hand with Kíli as he gently leads you back through the hall of the mountain.

“Indeed.” He brings your knuckles to his lips. “Don’t take Throin’s…”

“Affections?” You mutter sarcastically, making the dwarf laugh loudly.

“Don’t take them personally.”

“Where are we going now?”

“My quarters.”

“That’s a bit forward.”

“Did you expect nothing less?” You roll your eyes with a giggle. He pushes through a large door, leading into a warmly lit room. A bed sits snug in the corner, littered with pillows and blankets (yours proudly laid on top of it all), and a bookshelf is set heavily against the opposite wall, filled with various stories and tales, clearly loved. A fireplace burns, illuminating the space, a rug set onto the top of the floor, a loved sofa facing the warmth. 

“You love the color blue.” You mutter, making him laugh.

𓆰𓆪

“Kíli!” You call out, months later, stepping into his space with a soft knock. A small box sat in the pocket of your dress, his cuddled form on the bed making you smile. His eyes flutter open when you sit beside his form, making the bed dip. “You’re here.” Your fingers drift through his hair with a light smile, a loud giggle leaving your lips as he tugs you to lie on top of him.

“I’m here.” He leans up to kiss you deeply, humming happily at your presence.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” Your breath catches gently as you sit back up, grabbing the small box from your pocket. His brow raises, watching you closely.

“I… have something for you.” He nods, taking the box gently from your hands and opening it. He freezes, seeing the small cuff. A sapphire was set firmly in the middle, both of your initials carved into the metal. You watch him for a long moment, feeling the panic rise.

“Do you understand what you’re offering?” He whispers, making you meet his eyes and slowly nod.

“I talked to Fíli about dwarven engagements.” Your words make a large grin spread across his face, closing the box and diving forward to hug you and firmly plant a kiss against your lips.

“Did he teach you how to do the specific braid?” You nod softly, pushing the shorter hairs from his eyes. “You’re perfect.” He kisses you deeper. 

He sits on the floor as you braid his hair back, taking the time to intricately separate and twist the strand into the engagement braid before tucking the cuff around the bottom of the braid. You kiss the crown of his head. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

𓆰𓆪

“She what?” Thorin’s head shoots up at Kíli’s words as he enters the room, brows pinched in frustration. Kíli gently touches the engagement braid set just beside his ear with a light smile.

“She proposed.”

“And you said yes?” Kíli’s brows furrow, snapped from his haze.

“Of course, I said yes, what are you talking about?”

“It’s only been a few months! Not to mention she asked first!”

“Don’t be so old-fashioned, Thorin–” Fíli butts in, making Thorin raise a hand.

“She didn’t even ask for a blessing.”

“She didn’t ask you, no.” Fíli smiles, making Thorin’s eyes widen. “I gave her the blessing.”

“You don’t have the authority–”

“Why do you care so much?” Kíli blurts, making the king turn his way.

“Because it’s my bloodline and I intend to keep it clean!”

“Don’t talk about her like that!”

“Take the engagement back!” Kíli’s brows furrow in deep offense, rolling his shoulders back and standing his ground.

“No. In fact, I visited the jewelers just before coming to you to start making hers.” Throin’s nostrils flare with frustration.

“You cannot do this.”

“Then let Fíli take the throne.”

“You’d throw away your title for a woman?” Kíli nods.

𓆰𓆪

The bell above the door to your shop dinged gently, making you look up, meeting Kíli’s eyes with a bright smile. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have a gift for you!” He grins, moving forward to lean across the counter and kiss you gently. The braid in his hair was frayed but not undone, the small cuff sitting proudly.

“You do?” You ask gently, voice quiet with anticipation. He placed a box in your hands, looking up at you with a bashful grin. You glance between him and the intricately carved wood before gently opening the box, gasping at the contents.

The silver matched the cuff you’d given him, but an opal sat in the center. Designs of flowers curled around the gem, your initials hidden on the inner part. A gasp of excitement leaves your lips, through your arms around his shoulders, shrieking a soft yes! He laughs happily, pulling you in closer and kissing your temple.

𓆰𓆪

Your ideas of your wedding were swiftly interrupted by fire. Blazing hot, bright orange infront of your eyes. There was no time to find Kíli, no time to try and keep yourself alive.

You watched helplessly as Smaug destroyed your home. Fire burned around you, screams and cries of despair filling your ears. Kíli’s name was etched between your ribs, your hand shakily drifting up to the cuff in your hair before it all goes black.

𓆰𓆪

Kíli looked back at the kingdom in defeat. Smaug had taken Erebor. “Thorin! Please tell me you’ve found her!” He shouts to his uncle, making the taller dwarf shake his head with a sympathetic glance.

“No one’s seen her.” He says softly, making Kíli throw down his sword with a frustrated shout. Fíli stands beside you, Thorin, watching with dismay.

“He loved her.” He mutters gently, watching his brother begin to sob, hitting the dirt beneath his hands.

“Do you think he will heal?” Thorin asks Fíli softly.

“I don’t know.”

𓆰𓆪

The years passed slowly, and Kíli fell further into his dismay. The engagement cuff you’d given him stayed in his braids always, cleaned each night with his weapons. Fíli and Thorin helplessly watched from afar, knowing none of their words could soothe the prince. Thorin had consistently felt the punch of regret at the way he’d treated you and the engagement, but knew an apology was the last thing that could help the dwarf.

The journey back to Erebor felt like Kíli’s last hope to find you or at least some part of you. Thorin and Fíli watched from afar as he threw himself more recklessly into the battles along the way. Tauriel jumped back from the bars as he swiped at her in the elven prisons, offended that anyone would even try to take his heart again. The journey continued slowly after his injury, the poison taking the little hope he had left.

The dreams he had of you were torturous. Vast fields of flowers or the large depths of the mine with you at the center, happy. Sometimes, children ran around the two of you, or his brother and Thorin, welcoming you with open arms. The worst were the dreams of the wedding day and night that never came.

𓆰𓆪

What he didn’t know was that you were among the gold of Erebor, cursed by Smaug himself. A skinchanger now, a blue-scaled dragon trapped among the vast piles of treasure. The warmth it provided was different from what Kíli had ever felt, and no amount of treasure could make you forget your bethrothed. His claws had found you, huddled in a blanket, taken for nothing but the mere fun of the dragon’s evil.

You’d often watch the way your claws would drift through the piles of treasure, but one was never lost. The small hair cuff was always in your space, the only piece of treasure you’d ever breathe fire for. Smaug never questioned it, and the conversations you two shared were long. You never revealed your lost love, and he’d never cared to ask about the small cuff with an opal laid in the center.

𓆰𓆪

Waking up from the dreams of you after the poison had been cleared from his veins was almost his undoing; the journey to the mountain was worse. Stepping back into his home, he faced the memories of you as he walked through the hallways and admired them.

He took a moment to sneak back into his old quarters, and the blanket he’d bought still sat among the pillows. He’d grabbed it softly, bringing it to his nose and letting out a gentle sob of despair at your smell. His eyes drift to the clothes both of you had left behind, the empty fireplace mocking him.

𓆰𓆪

His smell was the first thing you noticed, sharp and as clean as you had remembered it. Hiding beneath the gold as Smaug left the mountain and headed for Laketown, creeping towards the dwarves. Your head lifted at the whispers of the great dragon being dead, made you crawl from your haven, the cuff wrapped around one of your shaper canines, held with the same amount of care Kíli would hold you with. You gracefully flew up, watching the way their weapons trained on your form, scanning them for Kíli’s eyes. “Put your weapons down!” He yells, rushing to the ledge they were on. You fly closer, finding a place to perch and leaning your snout close to him. You gently drop the small engagement cuff at his feet, making him gasp.

“Kíli, what is going on?” Thorin calls out. Your eyes meet Kíli’s, and he lets out a soft sob.

“It’s her!” He sobs out, making the others' brows furrow, and the other dwarves glance at each other.

“What are you talking about? She’s dead!” Fíli calls out, making you snarl, the word punching Kíli uncomfortably in the gut. 

“Look at her eyes!” He cries, smile etched with loving relief. Your eyes widen, pupils dilating at his realization. “She has the engagement cuff!” 

“Kíli! That is a dragon! How do we know she’s not like Smaug!” You snarl again, making Kíli wipe a tear with a wide smile. 

“Go on without me! I’ll figure this out!” The dwarves look to Thorin, who rubs his eyes with a sigh and slowly nods.

“We cannot leave you with a monster!”

“She’s not a monster! Please just trust me! Just go!” A few grumbles are released from the company, but Thorin waves them on, leaving the two of you behind.

You move to lie on the platform Kíli stood on, head against the cool stone beneath your chin. “You’re a dragon.” He says softly, reaching out to touch your snout and feel the scales. You left out a loud breath through your nose, large eyes filling with tears at the touch. “You’re alive…” He whispers.

You let out a soft noise, making him smile. You watch as he takes his braid down, sitting to the side of your snout and holding out the cuff you’d given him. He laughs at the happy spark of flames that leaves your throat. “Can you turn back?” You glance at him, tousling your wings softly, your tail swaying. “Do you know how?” He smiles weakly as you shake your large head. “We’ll find a way… I promise you that.” You press the side of your snout against his side. He kisses the scales, making you let out a purr-like noise. “I’ll have Fíli braid both cuffs into my hair until we get you back, ok?” He whispers, making you nuzzle further against him.

You press as close as you can to his side, letting out the equivalent of a purr. His sobs echo through the space, and he traces the scales on your face. You let out a soft noise, an offer of something Kíli couldn’t understand. “What is it?” You stretch your wings softly, trying to communicate. “Hey– I trust you.” He watches your eyes perk up as you stand, gently wrapping your talons around him. He lets out a shout of surprise followed by a laugh as you set him down among the piles of gold, curling up with him, settled in the middle of your warmth. “Are you asking… for dragon cuddles?” You let out another happy nose, curling further around him. “Who am I to deny you?” He whispers tearfully. He grabs the two cuffs, holding them tightly in his palm.

He gently sits among the gold, your large form curled around him as he gently traces the scales that line the ridge of your wing. Commotion swirls somewhere above them, but he pays no mind, his tears growing heavier. “Am I still dreaming?” He whispers.

𓆰𓆪

“Kíli!” Filí’s voice rings out beside him, making his eyes snap open.

“What– what?” 

“Thorin’s about to start a war.”

“What?”

“Thorin’s gone mad with dragon sickness… Thranduil and Bard are outside the gate–” Kíli stands, searching for his sword and looking over your form as you continue to sleep. “She’ll come back to you,” Fíli whispers gently. “We’ve found her, and now it’s just a matter of helping her get back. But we cannot help her if Thorin gets us all killed.”

𓆰𓆪

When you eventually wake, the war outside echoes through the vast corridors. You scramble for a moment, panic flaring through you as you notice that Kíli is gone from your hold. The engagement cuffs glitter, and you glance at them before flying up and out of the mountain. You scan and scan, finding Ravenhill, seeing the three goats rushing towards the top. You quickly fly over, perching on a large walk and looking around you. Thorin, Filí, and Kíli meet you there, watching closely. 

You spot the orcs first, letting out a loud snarl of warning and flying up to breathe fire at the growing threat. The three dwarves take shelter behind you, watching in awe and readying themselves for the battle that was sure to ensue. As the first wave breaks past your fire, you do what you can, catching eyes on the hobbit that had joined the battle.

You fly down again, grabbing orcs with your talons and throwing them into the other brutes, trying desperately to slow the wave down. Kíli lets out a shout of distress, and you turn, diving to grab the orc off of him, tossing it off the cliff. You land in the snow, protectively placing yourself in front of him and continuing to fight off the orcs.

𓆰𓆪

As the battle settles around you, orc corpses are riddled around you, the snow stained with their blood. Fíli had found protection, climbing on your back, Kíli moving to join him, shooting down the orcs. Bilbo had managed to save Thorin, sitting beside the king’s tired body, wounded from battle. You watch slowly as Kíli and Fíli rush to his side, victorious. 

Your scaled body sways as you try to stand, a pained whimper leaving your limbs, smoke from your flaring nostrils, before collapsing in the snow. Kíli watches in fascinated horror as your wings begin to twitch and your body contorts, pained sounds slipping between your teeth. The snow swells around your form before settling, a body lying in the center. His body freezes, his feet moving before his mind could register, his sword dropping with a clatter against the ice. You blink slowly, blinded by the sunlight behind the clouds as you look up before Kíli’s face moves to block the sun. “Kíli?” You whisper, making his eyes fill with tears.

“Hi, my love…” He chokes out, cupping your cheeks.

“I’m not a dragon.” You sniffle, making him nod.

“You’re alive… and here… and alive.” The words are repeated in a way that makes it sound like he was convincing himself. Your hand drifts up to the braid in his hair, done swiftly by Fíli before leaving the safety of the mines, both cuffs nestled behind his ear.

“We get to have a wedding…” You smile wistfully, his hand clasping yours as he plants a kiss against your wrist.

“We get to have a wedding.” He repeats, making your tears start to fall as he leans down to meet your lips.

𓆰𓆪

You sat behind Kíli, the water warm, sitting just beneath your breasts. Your fingers massaged his scalp with the shampoo, the dirt and grime slowly leaving his body. A soft sigh left his lips, the noise shaky as he lifted a hand to wipe his tears. “You haven’t stopped crying,” You whisper.

“How can I? I thought you were… dead. For years… It’s the greatest relief I’ve ever felt.” You kiss his shoulder before rinsing his hair. 

“I knew you survived… You wouldn’t leave me like that.” He squeezes your calf beneath the water, making you giggle in surprise, massaging the conditioner into his hair. “We get to do engagement braids again.”

“And I finally get to do a wedding braid.” He looks over his bare shoulder, kissing you softly. “I practiced like mad. Fíli was about ready to rip his hair out.” You giggle again, making him smile. “Do I get to wash your hair now?” You nod, and the two of you slowly shift positions so you can lie against his chest. He slowly washes your hair, savoring the moment he was so convinced was lost forever.

“Thorin has no excuse but to like me now.” Kíli lets out a loud laugh.

“It would be pretty mean to hate someone we were convinced was dead for so long.”

“I have not waited this long and as a dragon to not get my wedding day and my wedding night.”

“You are going to get the most luxurious wedding night anyone’s ever seen. There’s a lot of… pent-up love to show.” You snicker, letting him rinse your hair. 

“I don’t ever want to leave your arms.” You whisper.

“I don’t think I have it in me to ever let you go.” He hums against your temple. 

𓆰𓆪

The fire was warm against your skin as Kíli pulled your nightgown down just enough to kiss along your shoulder and nip gently at your neck. You let your head roll back with a soft breath, humming contentedly at the feeling. “You’re supposed to be braiding…”

“Let me savour you…” He hums against your skin, squeezing your sides.

“We’re not married yet…” 

“Must I wait?”

“I want my braid.” You whine gently, making him pull back with a laugh.

“Alright, alright…” He sections off a small strand of hair just behind your ear, feeling his eyes swell with emotion. Your hand reaches out to gently rest on his knee.

“You’re crying again.”

“I cannot help it.” He smiled through the tears, making you give him a loving glance. He gently places the cuff around the end of your braid, marveling at the sight. “You’re going to be my wife.” You grin, surging forward to kiss him happily.

“My turn?” You ask as you pull away, making him smile again. You shift your position to gather the hair beneath his left ear, weaving it together gently and placing the sapphire-encrusted cuff around the bottom. “You’re going to be my husband.”

“Gladly.” He smiles, pressing you down against the rug and moving over top of you to kiss you deeply. You make a soft sound against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. “I love you… I love… I love you.” He whispers with a bright grin, making you throw your head back in happy laughter.

“I love you more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

𓆰𓆪

The wedding came swiftly, Thorin enthusiastically approving the plans and making arrangements for the kingdom. You’d worked tirelessly on your dress, and Kíli had asked you to do the trim of his royal garments. You sit against his chest, snuggled in bed, sewing the fabrics with great, delicate care. He would watch, absolutely enamored with your craft, pressing kisses against your shoulder.

Fíli helped do your hair the morning of, leaving a strand separated for the marriage braid. Thorin helped Kíli get ready on the other side of the castle, the halls flooded with your people and the dwarves. Gandalf had offered to officiate with Thorin by his side, the ceremony moving smoothly.

Everyone watched in awe as you braided the marriage bands into each other’s hair, shouts of excitement erupting through the palace halls as Kíli pulled you in for a fierce kiss, making you laugh. The celebrations ensued throughout the day, feasts and parties surrounding the two of you, but as the sun began to set, he grabbed your hands, pulling you through the corridors and into his quarters with a grin. “I have been waiting years for you.” He whispers, pulling into a deep kiss.

“You have to untie my dress. I’ll kill you if you rip this and ruin my work.” He groans dramatically, making you giggle, and gently unties his dressings.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He mumbles.

“That I am.” You hum, kissing him again.

[mountkennedie]

Straggler

Kili Durin x human!reader

Summary: An au where everyone lives happily in erebor and kili is in love with you (lucky)

Warnings: ONLY TWO uses of y/n, and fluff ofc

A.N. i love kili and he loves me tbh.

Bagginshield mention lol.

Also: -ê khi love: my one love and Ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

Kili is 4'8, Reader is around 5'4

"You look beautiful in the sunlight," the dwarf beside you said. You jumped, you swore when you left this morning, and you didn't have any stragglers. However, here you are, with Kili Durin on your tracks. You weren't going to lie, you enjoyed the princes company, if only he gave you a warning beforehand.

You all had been thriving in Erebor upon a year now. Now that things had settled and riches distributed, everyone was able to return to a simpler life. Ori began exploring crochet after mastering knit. You enjoyed going on walks around the mountain, and Kili enjoyed you.

You looked down to him and furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if you heard what you thought you did. "I said um," he began to look sheepish, "you look beautiful in the sunlight, Y/n."

"Thank you," you bowed your head in appreciation, then began to continue your stroll when he said, "Wait!" He grasped your forearm, "may I join you this morning?" He gave you a warm smile in addition to the sweet eyes you could hardly resist.

"You already are KIli," I told him, returning the smile. "But sure, why not." He wasted no time in meeting you at your side. "I really love the view," your gaze followed over the trees and valleys and into the overwhelming beauty of Middle Earth. After being on the year-long quest and exhausting final battle, you can finally appreciate the scenery you're surrounded with. It sends waves of peace over you that you only wish to bask in until the end of time.

"So do I," he whispered. But instead of looking at the young rising sun over the horizon, his gaze on you didn't falter. To an onlooker, it would look as if his sight upon you had grown more intense.

You, of course, noticed this. "Kili, I'm serious!" You playfully shoved him to the side. You let laughter spill from your lips, and he joined you. You paced forward slowly, "you know... would you ever like to see it all?" Your voice matched your vision, very distant.

"All..?" He asked you whilst meeting your speed.

"Of middle earth. Would you ever want to see the entirety of our world?" You spoke quietly, thinking of how you would answer that question. In all honesty, you would. But not for a long time. You needed a couple of years before venturing on your next quest, and with the knowledge you now know, you would not want to go alone.

"I see the entirety of my world every day," he spoke softly. He stopped walking and looked at you. You halted and looked at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. Crossing the short distance, you stood before him.

"Must you always be a flirt?"

Looking up into your eyes, "I must," he mused.

"And why is that, Kili?"

"Y/n, -ê khi love, I think you know," he took your hand in his. He held you like you were the rarest treasure, and for how he was looking in your eyes, to him you were.

"Kili..." You were speechless. His eyes were studying every movement your face made, trying to learn as much as possible about what you were thinking. But you saved him the trouble, "amrâlimê." You had so desperately wanted to give that name to him. You smiled so brightly, and he returned it. It was debatable who out shined the other.

"Really?" He couldn't contain the excitement he felt inside. All the talks with his uncles about how properly court had finally paid off. He knew he needed to meet with Thorin and Bilbo as soon as possible, but it could still wait until he completed the courting tradition.

"So does that mean we'd give each other the braids?" You felt like a child for asking that question, but being human, this was new to you. Thorin had conveniently told about the practice yesterday.

"It does! It does, indeed." He reached back and released his shiny brunette hair for the silver clip he had installed and turned his back to you. You don't think you've ever seen him so eager. Upon picking up some strands, you heard your lover sigh deeply. If only you were a dwarf, to fully understand this significance. You've noticed Fili's braids. Maybe he's waiting on his turn since.

When you finish the braid, you let your fingers run through the rest of his locs, as if hypnotized. He turned to look at you, tears in his eyes. His hand took yours and placed a lingering kiss on the back of it. He did not break eye contact during the small gesture, and it sent waves of emotion through you. "Your turn, ghivashel."

His gentle tone woke you from your thoughts. You gasped a little and smiled. You turned your back to him and sucked in a breath, beyond excited to receive a braid of your own.

After finishing his portion, you hear Kili release an uneven breath. You turn around to see him with tears in his eyes. You don't ever think you have been gazed upon in such a way as he is gazing now. Eyes wet with tears, but full of passion and love that could never be shown to anyone other than his One.

You held his face in your hands and looked deep into those eyes. He leaned his forehead up to rest against yours, and you closed the gap. The feeling surging between the two of you could never be measured. Without a word, you both aimed for each others lips, a final collision to seal tradition.

It was languid and slow but full of life. Pulling away, you both looked each other in the eyes. "If only I could tell you how many nights I've laid awake... waiting for this moment, -ê khi love." His eyes looked over your face as if taking it all in for the first time. Not getting enough of every inch it crossed over.

"You will never have to wait again."

[kalmnaeturue]

[justsomerandomfanfic]

A Question Of Courtship - Kili Durin X Female (Human) Reader

Title: A Question Of Courtship

Kili Durin X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Bilbo, Lobelia (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Thorin, Dwalin (Mentioned), Balin (Mentioned), Fili, and the rest of the Company (Mentioned)

Requested By: @kpopgirlbtssvt

WC: 3,695

Warnings: Mentions of adoption, Reader is adopted by Bilbo, very brief and slight prejudice, brief mentions of injuries and wounds, italics, nightmares, confession, teasing, banter, counting, Ones, mini angst, and fluff

Twenty-two years ago, on a beautiful sunny morning, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, had found you on his doorstep. That morning was like any other morning for the Hobbit. He would wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and then smoke his pipe out in his little garden as the sun rose before readying second breakfast.

But, on one fateful day, Bilbo had finished his breakfast - a smile on his face and his stomach full - as he made his way to the round front door. Upon opening the door, his pleasant grin faded into one of confusion. Right on his little bench, where he always sat at the beginning of the day to watch the sunrise, now held a basket.

A gift perhaps?

Walking over, he stashed his pipe back within his cotton vest, staring down at the brown woven basket, a light blue blanket covering the top; hiding what was underneath. Bilbo was a bit apprehensive, not fully knowing what was inside the basket, but with the thought that it was perhaps food or any baked goods, he reached over to take the blanket off the top.

Instead of any food, he found you. A wee little baby, wrapped in a second blanket - a small seemingly-homemade quilt. You were sleeping, peacefully, and only after tearing his bewildered gaze from you, did he see the note on the top of your quilt. Taking the note, he opened it, and read it;

'Please, whoever reads this, take care of my baby.'

That was it. And as Bilbo looked up from the short letter, he wondered what he was going to do with you. There wasn't even a name of your mother, nor one for you... Bilbo wasn't prepared to take care of a child - a baby - something that needed a lot of attention, food, and love. He was not ready to take care of a child. His mind quickly filled with late nights and ear-piercing crying... His beloved routine would be in shambles. But, when your eyes opened, peering up at him, a little smile appeared on your face... All the thoughts of finding someone more fit to raise you left his mind completely. 

Before Bilbo knew it, he decided to name you 'Y/N.' He was now a father.

A father to a Human. 

Bilbo found out that you were a Human when you grew and surpassed him in height. This was difficult, yes, his home was small, compared to you, but thankfully the ceilings were high enough that if you ducked slightly, you'd be fine. Though, because of your height, you needed specific things for your life to be more comfortable. Such as a bigger bed, which was handmade by one of Bilbo's lovely neighbors, as well as chairs and whatnot. And clothes. Do not get him started on the clothes. Bilbo even expanded his garden, enough to now fully feed both him and you.

And in the beginning, when you were still such a small, little thing, Bilbo was worried about the possible prejudice that would arise. He was worried that some of those in Hobbiton would find you odd. A Human in Hobbiton... But, news of Bilbo's Human daughter was quickly spread, and as quickly as it was spread, it became accepted. People began to forget that you weren't exactly like them - and, in many ways, you weren't. You were kind and gentle, and oh-so very loving; that made everyone around you want to be just as kind and gentle too. 

This brought happiness to Bilbo. You seemed happy. He was happy too. And life was calm and peaceful in the Shire once more.

But, skipping to the present day, that all seemed to change. 

A gentle breeze swept past you as you sat on the edge of the riverbed. You sat upon a large stone, dipping your bare feet into the water. It was warm and soothing and you smiled as you watched fish swim past, occasionally coming up for a moment and nipping lightly at your toes. Your hair was tied back, but little strays were persistent and broke free; framing your face nicely. The setting sun shone brightly on your head but didn’t bother you much. You had grown used to the sunlight and weather and took no offense to it at all. It was warm enough today - despite the breeze - that you wore a thin jacket; which you loved immensely, along with a simple dress, and some leather boots. Being a Human, unlike Hobbits, you were unable to walk around on your bare feet for more than an hour or two at a time without growing uncomfortable; you couldn't count how many times you came home with little sores on the bottoms of your feet.

Your afternoons usually persisted in reading in the small forest near the entrance path to Hobbiton before you traveled around the town, greeting your friends and neighbors before finding yourself sitting down by the river. Hobbiton, though being the only place you've ever been, was a beautiful and peaceful place. You loved it, but you longed for adventure. You often imagined going on adventures to far-off places, seeing large castles, and riding horses. Like the storybooks had told you, but, though you were old enough, Bilbo would always become so uneasy at the mere mention of you leaving Hobbiton. You knew that you could leave if you so wished, but you hated the thought of him being alone. Alone to face the wrath of Lobelia. 

You knew that you were different. And no, not in the way that you were a Human and your friends and family - and father - were not. You were different. Special. When you were twelve, you had been running around with some of the other children, and in the cloud of fun, you had tripped and fallen. Finding your knee all scraped up, you felt tears sting the backs of your eyes. You had carefully brushed the dirt and whatever else away from the somewhat bloody scrap; a tear leaving your eye. It fell, landing on your knee, and within mere seconds, your cut had healed itself. You remembered the feeling of awe and confusion as you stared down at your now perfectly healed knee. You told your father - Bilbo - and with a bit of research, you had learned that your tears could heal injuries. 

Well, when you got older, this fascination with your powers and healing in general, you trained to become a healer. You learned all that you needed to know; certain tonics, plants to use, and ones to stay away from. It was helpful, very helpful in fact, that you became one of the best healers of Hobbiton. Though, there wasn't a lot of healing you had to do. Hobbiton was - as said before - calm and peaceful. There were no wars, no battles, no fights that caused any wounds or anything that needed healing. At most, you had a papercut or a gardening scratch that needed tending to. So, you were free to do anything you pleased, most of the time, most of the day.

But, as the sun began to fall past the horizon, you quickly got up from the stone. Walking home, the grass gradually dried your feet as you made your way home; continuing to hum a song as you got closer and closer. Entering the home, you could smell supper cooking, and you smiled. After a long day, you were excited to eat. Stashing your shoes away, you found your father plating supper, and you joined him, helping him. 

The supper looked delicious, but before either you or your father could even begin to eat or take your first bites, there was a knock on the door. You both looked up at each other, confused. Who would be visiting this late into the night?

"Did you invite someone?" You asked your father, who shook his head.

"No," He looked towards where the door was located, "Did you, my child?"

You shook your own head, "No."

You both then stood, and Bilbo opened the door. There stood a Dwarf. He stared at the both of you - possibly somewhat surprised by you - then the intimidating Dwarf gave your father his heavy furs and weapons. Before you knew it, there were a handful of Dwarves in the Hobbit hole, along with Gandalf. You stood beside your father, hearing the story of Erebor, the dragon, and the Dwarves wanting to reclaim it. It was a thrilling story, and you found yourself wishing and longing that you could come along and help. 

Well, your wish would soon be fulfilled. 

~~~

You had been walking, you didn't know how long, but you didn't care. You were happy, a bright smile on your face as you looked at all the tall trees, and colorful plants; just admiring the world around you. You followed after some of the other Dwarves, your father beside you. It had been a good couple of days since the beginning of the journey to Erebor. Gandalf had convinced the Dwarves - mostly Thorin - that they would need a burglar. A burglar and a healer. 

Your father did not want you to go. He was insistent that you stay home, and watch over the Shire, and his garden, but Gandalf said that you would be a key member of the Company if you came along. You remembered looking up at Gandalf, and with that knowing look in his eyes, you knew that he knew about your powers. You had then spoken, telling him, and Thorin, that you would be honored to come along. Bilbo grumbled and protested against you signing the contract but with a smidge of convincing by you that next morning, both you and your father were running through Hobbiton to catch up with the Company.

You had been collecting flowers, some white ones, pink ones, and even some yellow ones. It had been a good couple of months since the beginning of the journey. Throughout the journey, aside from running away from goblins and trolls, you and the Company had gotten closer. All of the Dwarves, even Thorin, and Dwalin - though they never said anything to you, being so broody and stoic - all the Dwarves had grown to love you. Your kindness and spirit were contagious. They'd all come out of their shells a little - especially Balin, who had taken quite an interest in you and had even begun to teach you Dwarvish.

And Kili... Well, you had unintentionally caught the young Prince's attention since the very beginning. 

Kili watched as you picked flower after flower, taking in everything; your energy, your joy. Everything that made you, you. He found your voice breathtaking, and your words always filled him with such warmth and comfort. He enjoyed the moments he did have with you. The conversations you both shared. The more the journey went on, the more both you and Kili grew closer. You talked about your interests and the things you liked doing. He loved watching you laugh and smile, and hearing the stories that you told. He could listen to your sweet voice for hours on end. Seeing the sun reflect off your hair, the light dusting of freckles across your nose and cheeks, your smile... His heart pounded faster than usual and he felt himself blush. You had no idea what he saw. No clue. No clue as to what you had done to him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and Fili noticed this. 

"You should speak to her," Fili spoke, slightly startling Kili out of his thoughts. 

He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, before he turned to Fili with a questioning glance, "What?"

Fili sighed quietly, glancing from you to his brother once more. "You should tell her how you feel," He explained gently, watching the way Kili looked at you. "Tell her how you feel about her."

Becoming somewhat started, Kili nudged Fili's side, "Must you be so loud?" He whispered, glaring at his older brother who pursed his lips.

"Yes, I must," He whispered back, looking back at you briefly, "Because you are oblivious."

"I'm not oblivious," Kili defended, "Just... Cautious," He admitted, fiddling with a leather strap on his shoulder. "I believe that she is my One, Fee." He spoke softly, his voice nearly drowned in the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.

Fili's frown turned around at his words, "Then you must speak to her. You know how important Ones are, Kee."

"I do," He replied calmly, "But..." He trailed off, shrugging helplessly. "I don't think I can. Not yet," He mumbled quietly, almost inaudible, but still audible to Fili. Looking back over at you, Kili sighed... 'Soon,' he thought. Soon, he'd tell you. He just didn't know when. It was hard to have any privacy - or alone time for that matter - when the rest of the Company was present.

~~~

That night, you shot up from your bedroll. Your breathing was uneven and frantic, and you were covered in cold sweat. Glancing around you, seeing that everything was alright, you shook your head. You rubbed your cheeks, hoping that you didn't wake anyone. The nightmare was dark, and gorey. You weren't scared of the goblins or trolls when you had first encountered them, no, but the nightmare changed something inside of you. It frightened you, to the point that you couldn't breathe properly, let alone sleep. You didn't understand why such a thing happened to you, or why such things would plague your dreams. 

"Are you alright?" A voice asked, and it slightly startled you, making you turn your head to see Kili. He sat at the base of a tree; it must have been his night for night watch. 

"Oh, um-" You paused, trying to collect your thoughts and emotions. "My apologies, I am fine." You murmured softly, smiling reassuringly at him. "Just a dream."

Kili merely nodded. After a few moments of silence, Kili finally spoke up. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pursed your lips, turning your gaze to look at the fire; contemplating before standing. Kili watched as you grabbed your fur blanket, walked over to him, and sat down beside him. "It's nothing to worry about, really," You insisted, "Just about the trolls."

Kili hummed before nodding, "I would understand having such dreams. Trolls are incredibly ugly creatures."

His words made you laugh, and you quickly covered your mouth with a hand to quiet yourself. Thankfully, none of the Dwarves, nor your father, had awoken. His words helped you, making you smile, and a small feeling of happiness spread through you. "Thank you, Kili," You said, leaning towards him slightly. "Your words have indeed helped me. As always."

"Always," He repeated quietly, his smile only growing as you reached out to place your hand on top of his.

~~~

The next morning, Kili awoke first. He was just peeking out from above the horizon, and with a small groan, he tried to stretch; but with the weight that was pressed against his shoulder and side, he stopped. Looking beside him, he found you, fast asleep, your head on his shoulder; blanket covering you, the sunlight shining right onto your face, making you appear like an ethereal being. He felt himself freeze, the warmth radiating off your body and into his. He stared at you for a moment, before glancing down, your hand still covered his. He smiled sadly as his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. 

At your soft sigh, he paused, his chest tightening as you slowly woke,  blinking at the sunlight. "Good morning," Your voice was barely a whisper, and Kili chuckled slightly.

"Good morning." He returned quietly, shifting slightly, careful not to disturb you. "Sleep well? No nightmares?"

"Mhm," You hummed, "No nightmares about ugly trolls." You laughed lightly, causing Kili to smile.

There was another pause between the two of you, neither daring to say anything as the minutes ticked on. Kili watched you as you gazed upon the sunrise, the rays catching every detail of your features, until his mind wandered away. What would you say? What would you say about the fact that his heart raced whenever he gazed upon you, whenever you spoke? Every word that left your lips, it seemed, touched a part of him, deep within the depths of his soul. If he listened, he could hear the echo of your sweet voice, your laughter... If he closed his eyes, he could envision your smile, the light dancing in your eyes. But what if... what if he told you? Would you feel the same? You were his One... He must tell you.

But as the day went on - breakfast being served, traveling closer and closer to the mountain - Kili began to doubt himself. Perhaps, perhaps he wouldn't be able to bring himself to. Would he dare to say it out loud? He wasn't sure. And the longer it lasted, the less confident he became. Finally, after everyone had eaten their fill, the group came to a stop.

"This will be our camp for the night," Thorin announced. "We shall take turns staying up with the watch. Fili and Kili, you can grab sticks for the fire."

Fili quickly spoke, "I can go find food, Kili and Y/N can find wood for the fire."

With that, Thorin raised an eyebrow but allowed it. 

Fili gave Kili an encouraging grin, and Kili let out a deep sigh. Doubt tickled the edges of his mind, but once his eyes met yours - seeing your smile - that doubt fluttered away.

Side by side, you and Kili walked around the woods. The evening sun was slowly falling below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and yellow, creating a beautiful sight. Finally, since the nightmare, you and Kili were together alone. Without the other company or the Company, it was easier for you two to talk without interruption. But now, surrounded by the sounds of crickets chirping, of leaves rustling - all alone - Kili felt nervous again.

"Y/N," His voice brought you attention away from the wildflowers and towards him, a smile on your face, "Can I ask something?"

You frowned slightly, tilting your head to the side, "Of course." And Kili felt a lump swell up in his throat. 

You looked ethereal. The setting sun cast a golden halo around your hair, causing the strands to sparkle in a way that almost blinded him. Your eyes were bright, shimmering, and filled with curiosity. He swallowed hard. He wanted to ask you the question - but he hesitated. How would you respond? Would you even answer? But, he couldn't speak, he was just so mesmerized by you. So lost in your beauty. Lost in your eyes. Lost in your smile. He didn't want to lose you.

"You are so beautiful..." He muttered out, still so lost in the depths of your stare.

A flush painted your cheeks, and you glanced away shyly. "Oh… Th-Thank you, Kili."

His eyes widened as he snapped out of his head, "I- I did not mean to say that out loud." He spoke alarmed,  his expression one of horror as he realized what he had said. He bit his lip. 

You blinked owlishly before letting out a short chuckle. "It is alright," You murmured softly, staring at him with a warm, gentle expression. "Nevertheless, I thank you for the compliment."

He breathed out heavily, unable to stop a smile - albeit a nervous one - from appearing on his face. "I did not mess this up, did I?"

You let out another little laugh, shaking your head, "No, I don't think so."

A sweet, silent understanding swept over the both of you, and as his hands brushed against yours during your little walk through the woods, you both completely forgot to grab any kindle for the fire.

~~~

The next morning - walking towards Erebor - with an encouraging smile from you, Kili jogged up towards your father. Again, the nerves were immense, but he steeled himself, clearing his throat to gain your father's attention. Bilbo looked over at the young Prince, an eyebrow raising.

Around them, it felt like the world had gone silent. Like all attention was on him. Kili let out one more sigh, before speaking, "I would like to ask for your permission to braid Y/N’s hair." Now, everyone's eyes were on him, but Kili stood his ground, looking directly at your father. There was no backing down. He wanted to prove himself.

"Braid?" Bilbo muttered, clearly this was the first he was hearing this, "You want to braid my daughter’s hair?"

Kili nodded, glancing at Thorin, he merely grumbled and continued walking, before Kili realized by Bilbo’s expression that he was confused. “Oh, uh, I mean courting. I would like to court your daughter. She- She is the light of my life. She is my One. I know I do not deserve her, but-" Kili let out a sigh, running a hand through his curls. "Will you allow me to court her?"

Bilbo stared at him with wide eyes, clearly shocked and speechless. His gaze darted back towards you, who stood a couple of meters behind, watching intently, but at the sight of your smile, Bilbo quickly composed himself and let out a deep sigh, nodding. "Alright," Bilbo stated. It was obvious how much both you and Kili smiled at each other, and just from the looks in your eyes. "You may court my daughter." He added, giving him a stern look, "But, if you do anything, I will have my cousin's throw potatoes at you."

Kili's smile grew as he nodded, and he could hear some of the other Dwarves cheering for him. "Thank you, Mister Boggins."

Bilbo let out a deep, dramatic sigh as Kili ran back towards you, taking your awaiting hand. Running a hand down his face, he turned around to see both you and Kili smiling, and he knew then - seeing you both interact with each other - he knew. You were happy together. And he could never be angry. If you were happy, then he was happy too.

~~~

Main Masterlist - The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings Masterlist

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no admittance except on wedding business ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

[The Hobbit characters + your wedding celebration]

a/n: shoutout to a big brained anon for requesting this - i had fun with it, as i haven't written these characters in a while! hope you have fun reading it and remember: reblogs+comments+nice asks feed & motivate the author 💕

summary: gn!reader, no [y/n], mentions of drinking, just silly fluff! i did the characters that inspire me so sorry if your fav's not here.

disclaimer!! no use of AI in my writing, ever.

༊ THRANDUIL 

big royal wedding, a larger than life event which happens somewhere outdoors amongst the trees, beautiful and light

firstly, it is incredibly aesthetically elaborate and decorated; as well as quite ceremonial and lengthy, fitting for a very important royal couple

but most of all it is incredibly romantic, all things considered

the way he looks at you is just beyond. so much love. 

his vows are very long and detailed and flowery, making you tear up, you swear you almost see a tear in his eyes too. 

to say that you had the best of the best would be an understatement. 

elves and highly esteemed guests come from all over. 

it lasts long, both the ceremony and the party. 

let me just say the drinks are STRONG AND GOOD. high chance of things getting out of hand eventually. 

maybe it’s a custom or something, but you got lavished in gifts prior to the wedding. 

it’s the stuff of legend all around elven kingdoms because it was such a momentous, perfect day. 

he definitely toasts to you, waxing poetic, and everyone must be subjected to listening bc they don’t really have a choice mwahahah

؛༊ THORIN 

dwarves take their big life events seriously. 

it’s elaborate and ceremonious, quite serious during the formal portion of the event, but the party afterwards is an absolute blast. 

it’s also a royal wedding which means it lasts longer than the usual ones and everything is so rich and elaborate

your ring is astonishing, as well as the finest jewelry handmade just for you and Thorin for this particular occasion. 

he’s taking it so seriously and he was also very involved with the planning and fine-tuning. 

the food is AWESOME and the drinks are abundant. 

does he get slightly tipsy and carried away afterwards, when the most important parts are done and he can relax and enjoy the fact that you are together forever <3 maybe. 

definitely holds a speech in your honor, making your face heat up profusely. 

and a toast also. or multiple. 

he will kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night even though he usually keeps the PDA lowkey and is respectful but ITS HIS WEDDING HE MAKES THE RULES!

؛༊ BILBO 

you know his birthday party, that iconic one? before that, there was this very special party! 

the whole Hobbiton is buzzing and so many people are borderline meddlesome, and so curious about the fact that their strangest of neighbors is getting locked down 👀

Gandalf is obviously a special guest too, but alas, news of a good party travels far and wide so there’s a high chance of some dwarf friends showing up bearing finest gifts for the happy couple (and the gifts are very fine indeed, intricately crafted jewelry worth a small fortune, inspiring even more curious whispers all around) 

Bilbo is STRESSING sooo much about everything, it would be endearing if he wasn’t stressing you out by proxy – he just wants you to have the most pleasant day! every now and then you need to calm him down as you get further into planning, but alas, he survives

there’s fireworks! in all your favorite colors

he stumbles over his words slightly during the ceremony but he can’t help it, he is just overcome by how much he loves you and that you’re actually getting married! 

the party lasts until dawn basically; whoever survives, survives.

he’s not one for much dancing in front of hundreds of guests, but he’s obliged to take you for a spin at least a couple times (and show you off a bit, he’s allowed to be sweetly possesive). 

not removing his hands off of you for a single second – you’re his now, and also stunning, and why should he not be all over you, especially on this day? 

a billion kisses and maybe even a small makeout session or two when he thinks nobody’s watching (except the nosy relatives who gasp, but they won’t remember much in the morning anyway…)

؛༊ FÍLI 

the most romantic little affair ever. 

as much as he was pushed to make it a big royal thing, he managed, with his charming stubbornness, to talk his uncle and brother into making it at least a medium-sized event, as per your wishes and comfort. 

as much as he is involved with planning the whole thing by your side, his main priority is that you get everything you want, whether it’s a flower that is completely out of season, or a cake flavoring that can be found only three kingdoms away, he will pull out all the stops to make you feel like absolute royalty. to him, it’s in a way also proving that he will be an amazing, dependable husband

before the chaos of the day, you two ditch the traditions and actually get ready for it together, and of course, wedding braids are a must. 

it’s very intimate and sweet, calming both of your nerves prior to the grand event. 

the only downside is that now you have to wait to extend those sweet moments into something more, but you will definitely be sneaking off here and there to indulge in each other just a bit before the end of the party. 

he will not leave your side for a single second all throughout the day, he is all but glowing with pride and joy with having found his one person for life, and making it official in front of those who matter to the two of you

one of the sweetest parts of the day was when the two of you shared the first dance as a married couple – he held you as close as possible and you will never forget the shimmering look in his blue eyes 

؛༊ KÍLI 

well the two of you crazy kids were feeling particularly adventurous and enamored that you straight up ended up eloping – when he was in love, that was it, and waiting and organizing something for months in advance wasn’t really up his alley; as long as you wouldn’t feel like you’re missing out on something. 

he writes his vows in the form of a letter to you, as do you to him, and you read them out to each other somewhere beautiful, preferably during sunset or some romantic time like that. 

there are definitely some wholesome and happy tears involved, but it’s certainly the perfect occasion for those!

naturally, you put each other’s hair into intricate braids, with the utmost love and care 

you know what’s amazing?? there is nobody else around which means you can kiss each other to your hearts’ content! 

when you return home as a very MARRIED couple, there is definitely a bit of commotion and surprise, but also… he’s a mischievous romantic, so at least his brother wouldn’t have been all too shocked

maybe you get talked into at least hosting a big dinner for the closest family and friends

he can only avoid his uncle’s insistence so much…

but it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things – you had gotten what you’d originally wanted anyway, so you might indulge those closest to you and let them partake in celebrating your love story

this dwarf is absolutely smitten with you and it’s evident on his face 24/7, he is just so elated at the thought of spending the rest of your lives together!!

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Imagine: Imagine you're working in the kitchens of Erebor Castle. One of the princes falls in love with you.

[A/N] : Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story. The photos / gifs do not belong to me. I do not claim any copyright to them and do not own any. 📷 [ GIF: GONCA / PRINCES UNK ]

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] After the restoration of Erebor, the mountain breathed again with firelight, hammer-song, and the glow of molten gold beneath its endless stone halls. The great kitchens of the kingdom never truly slept. Before dawn, ovens already roared with heat, copper pots simmered over open flames, and the scent of fresh bread drifted through the corridors like a promise of warmth against the cold mountain winter. You were only one servant among many — flour dust forever clinging to your sleeves, hands rough from kneading dough and hauling heavy cauldrons across the endless kitchens carved deep into the rock. Your days began in darkness, long before the court awoke, preparing meals for miners, guards, smiths, and nobles alike. Few in Erebor noticed the kitchen staff. Fewer still remembered their names.

But the mountain remembered lonely hearts.

One winter evening, while carrying a basket of still-warm loaves to the upper halls, you crossed paths with a prince of Erebor — either Fili, golden-haired and proud as the sun on polished armor, or Kili, sharp-eyed and reckless, with laughter that echoed warmly through cold stone corridors.

At first, it was nothing more than passing glances. A teasing remark about burnt crusts. A prince lingering too long beside the kitchens under the excuse of stealing fresh bread. A servant pretending not to notice. Yet he returned again and again.

Soon, the kitchens became your hidden sanctuary. Long after midnight, when the court slept and only the low crackle of the ovens remained, he would slip through the heavy doors smelling of leather, smoke, iron, and winter air from the training grounds. Sitting together beside the great stone hearths, you shared stolen cups of mulled wine while dough rose quietly nearby and embers painted the walls gold. You told him stories no noble would ever hear — gossip from the servants’ halls, old recipes passed down through generations, the exhaustion of feeding an entire mountain kingdom. In return, he spoke of royal burdens, of expectations carved heavier than stone, of fears hidden beneath princely smiles and polished armor.

And somewhere between warm bread, flour-covered hands, and whispered conversations beneath the glow of the ovens, something dangerous began to grow. Because a prince of Erebor should never fall in love with a kitchen servant.

And inside a royal mountain built on tradition, gold, and pride — love could become as perilous as dragon fire.