A.N. this quickly became one of my favorite fics ever written
"Edward?" You asked. Currently you splayed out horizontally on your bed on a cool fall day. The sweater you were wearing provided you an extra dose of comfort to the general energy of the room. Edward, your boyfriend, was laid parallel to you. His dark blue sweater matched yours. The color coordinating plaid fleece pajamas were also a nice touch on the pair of you. It was something cute you've always wanted to do, couple twinning. And Edward was willing to do whatever to make you happy.
"Yes?" He maintained a easy going smile while looking at you. You had been rereading A Wrinkle In Time. An easy read of course, but always put your mind at peace. Edward didn't have a book to read or really anything to pass time. He says he is perfectly content in your company, but you still wonder what he would be doing had you not been here. Probably pressing those same piano keys in infinite rhythms until disturbed.
"What is your favorite color?" A very innocent question. But what is the harm in that? The both of you have shared some crushing memories and experiences, you may as well know the mundane as well.
His smile grew and his eyebrows knitted. "Blue. Why do you ask?" He didn't have a genuine serious undertone behind the question. He was always trying to learn the way you were. Being unable to read your mind made you a puzzle he reveled in attempting to crack. Every time he would expect you to act in a certain way, you gave him a surprise in return.
"I was curious," you turn on your side and face him. Edward being Edward, he mirrors you. "You seem like a lover of blue. But I could also see a deep green. Like forest green," your voice was kept quiet. The wind looting the leaves can still be heard as you speak. You didn't need to speak so soft, your family was away for the night. You could scream for all that mattered, however keeping a small vocal presence felt appropriate. Anything louder than a calm word would be disturbing the peace of the environment.
His face pinched up for a moment, but then returned to his normal expression. "I fell out of love for green a long while ago. Blue is so rarely seen here, at least in the sky," he finished that quip with a cheesy smile. "Blue being rare has given itself a new place of importance," his eyes glanced down to your sweater then back into you, "in my heart."
Your bodies both hanged off different ends of the bed, luckily your heads were in the same placement. So when you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, it wasn't a far reach. Your thumb brushed the cool skin, Edwards eyes never left yours for a moment. The golden iris' were filled with adoration. His hand came to rest on yours. The chill adding to the comfort he was already bestowing.
"What do you think mine is?" You whispered.
"Purple, for sure," he answered without even thinking. And of course he was right.
"Asking Alice counts as cheating," he leaned into your hand and chuckled. The kiss he left on the palm made you smile a little harder than you already had been.
"I didn't cheat," he spoke into your hand. "Everywhere we go shopping, your eyes are drawn to the same three colors. Green, black and purple, with a special affinity for purple. Oh and you wear a lot of purple in the pictures of you on your family's mantle."
"Am I that easy to read?" He pressed another kiss to your palm. He shook his head lightly at your comment.
"If only," he joked. After his joke the wind picked up outside, this time accompanied by a steady flow of rain. You sat up and looked at him, he copied you once again.
"If you ran home fast enough, how wet would you be? Would you even get wet?" He listened to your questions while helping fix your hair that had flattened due to laying down.
"Well I would get wet regardless. Probably not too bad but definitely damp." He finished his work and pulled you close to him so your entire body faced him. "And is this your way of kicking me out?" He chuckled again at his smart remark.
"It is very thoughtful that you worry on the safety of a hundred year old vampire." He placed a kiss to your eyelid, "I'd be sure not to run too fast. And I am fully comfortable staying in for the night. But," his voice matched your previous tone, "you must sleep tonight. I want 8 full hours."
"No you are staying." You threw your arms over his shoulders, your faces a few inches apart. "I don't want you outside, especially running in this weather. The roads are slippery," your tone changed to one more serious.
"I was going to sleep!" you argued. "...once I finished the next chapter of my book," you hoped the small smile you sent him would win him over.
"Of the book you've reread numerous times?" You didn't respond, only looked at him and shrugged. "Fine," he always gave in to you. "At least let me read it to you."
You smiled and got comfortable under your covers. You pulled back your comforter for him to join you underneath. He smiled and shook his head. But still wanting to do whatever makes you happy, climbed in. You clung onto his arm, he responded by kissing your head. You were convinced he read the book in a soft, quiet voice on purpose. Because no matter how strong your will to finish the chapter, you still were whisked away into sleep.
HEAVILY inspired by this one fluttershy x discord clip
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: You were captured by some of Loki's enemies (why does he have so many) and when he finds out, he comes to save you. angst to fluff
Warnings: Kidnapping and all the entails with it, men being pigs, hints at r4pe (not described), violence (Loki makes the PAY), could be triggering for s/h survivors (I will label where)
A.N. I love 'em protective fafo!!!
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Loki was already uneasy with your lack of attendance at afternoon tea. You rarely missed it, even said it was your favorite part of your day. And even when you had to cancel for whatever reason, you always alerted him beforehand. He sat there and let his cup run cold as he waited half an hour for your appearance. But once he concluded that you were not going to make it, he downed the now chilled cup and went back to his room, unfulfilled.
Then when there was a vacancy at dinner as well, he really was concerned for your well-being. He asked around if anyone had seen you, and all responses came back negative. His anxiety grew with each dissatisfying interaction. Loki was not one to worry about much, but for the much he did care about, it all concerned you.
He went to your room at a speed that would definitely be shocking to any onlooker. However now he did not care. You had not made any acknowledgement of your existence to anyone the entire day, and it was not like you. Even on days when you did not want to be disturbed, you told him in advance. But never complete silence.
He approached your door, his chest slightly heaving from the trek he had just completed. He could have just used magic, but he decided to use his time in travel to think of what he was going to tell you. Knock. No response. Knock knock. Still nothing. He sucked in a chest of air and said, loud enough to be heard on the other end of the door, "(Y/n)? Are you alright?" And once more, no response. His brows knitted as he concentrated on hearing anything on the other side of the door. But what he received only followed his current theme of the day, disappointment.
"(Y/N)?" He asked in a louder tone now. And like before he extended his focus to hear any sign of life on the other side of the door. But there was still nothing. Loki sighed and used some simple magic to unlock your door and entered slowly. His eyes scanned all around, but they did not find there desired target. He felt relief wash over him as he saw a lit candle in your bedroom. He knew you would never leave a lit candle unattended, so you must be near.
How long has this been burning?, Loki asked himself. The wax had well spilled over the holder and was now seeping in a puddle below itself. The relief he had recently acquired was now tested by oncoming suspicion. She would not have left it in this condition, He thought. His eyes looked around further, this time under the guise of skepticism. And he noticed a, now cold, glass of tea. And at your desk, there was something you were writing. The paper would not have usually paid much interest to him, however the way you left off mid word, did.
Loki blew out your candle before it could mess up any more of your table and instead used his green flame to light the room. And that was when he saw it. On your night stand there was a note.
Hello "God of Mischief"
Looking for someone?
Your beloved (Y/N) will be spending some time with my friends and I for some time
I hope you don't mind
But since I know you do
Bring us The Eternal Flame and you can get her back
And remember
Try anything foolish and you can say goodbye to her
The note had a loc of your hair attracted to it. The flame Loki already had flowing, grew into an inferno. The note went up into smoke, but not before he saw the address of the place he was supposed to go. It wasn't to far from the castle at all. The thought that someone in Asgard can have such strong disdain for him that they would do this, sat in the back of his mind. He would think of it later, once you were back in his arms.
He teleported to the doors of Odin's treasure room and got the eternal flame, though he had no actual intent of giving it away. However he needed you back, and Loki would do anything for that to happen. Once out of the room, he made sure he was not seen with the flame, and flew to the place you were being held. He was running on emotions at large, and due to that, did not think of a plan other than gutting everyone involved purely for putting you through this.
He flung the two doors open in one big wave of green. The first person he saw was a man dressed plainly. With a glare that held so much chill it made Jotunheim seem underperforming, he raised one hand to the man. His voice was heavy and daunting like an eldritch horror and he uttered the words, "Where is my bride."
When the man didn't answer fast enough for Loki's liking, in a green flicker, the man was being held by his throat. He was lifted and brought to Loki's face. His voice became low and haunting and he spoke, "where is she." The man looked into Loki's eyes with a fear that would live with for the rest of his days. However with Loki's current mood, he would live with that fear for the rest of this hour.
The man was too focused on getting air in his lungs that he did not respond to the God. And for that, Loki just placed his hand on the man's forehead and saw where you were being held in his memory. Once he got the information he needed, he sprung a blade from the palm that currently rested on the man's forehead, and ended his fear.
His body slumped to the floor and Loki continued on his hunt for you. He took a right and continued down a hallway. The man's blood on his hand was the least on his concern. Another man springs from a corner, armed with a spear. He doesn't pounce on Loki yet, but gets into position to. "Where's the flame, Laufyson." He spat the name like a slur. However what Loki was more focused on was how this man knew of his true lineage. The thought caught him off guard, and it was enough for the man to approach and strike him across the cheek. His blood coated the edge of the spear, and it broke him from his thoughts. "Or will we have to spend more time with that pretty girl you keep locked away." That line was what got Loki's emotions to front his actions again. But the problem with that was, his moves were more sloppy this way.
The man he was fighting was clearly a trained warrior. And with the help of his accomplice, that had suddenly joined in the fight as well, Loki was soon pinned to the ground. In a cocky tone the first man said, "you know, 'prince'. For you to call yourself a benevolent God, and then not want to share your prize... isn't very fair is it? She should not even be with you. And now you will not let her even be around those of better company? Makes me want to keep the flame and her, just to show her a good time." The disgusting captor and his accomplice broke out into a fit of laughter. Many had thought you and Loki's relationship was as controlling as the pigs said. But no one ever understood how free you really were with him.
The obnoxious joy the two pigs were enjoying were soon silenced when Loki rose from the ground. His hands enveloped in a blinding green glow. He said nothing at first, except lifted the men by the neck with one hand, like before. Except for a moment Loki closed his eyes, and sensed every presence in the building. Everyone except you were hunted down by his shadows and brought to where he was standing now.
TW AND VIOLENCE
It was a collection of ten men, all foul in their own ways. They met the same fate as the two men currently hanging. He gagged every man so that you not hear their torture. And with his other hand he summoned twenty daggers. One for each foot of the men. When they punctured, he began to speak and he summoned more knives. "I know that I am not one who was bound for a fruitful love." Ten knives, one for each man. They began at the feet, tracing slowly up the leg. the knives had enough pressure at the hilt to break through clothes and their skin. "And that is my burden to bear," the knives slowed to a stop at the waistline. And returned to the foot on the other leg, then mimicked their work on the other leg.
Loki was glad he gagged them. He didn't want the screams of your captors to haunt you. When the knives reached the waistline, they met both lines in the middle and began scaling up their stomachs. "However," there was a slight growl in his tone. The blade stopped at their necks. "If you, or anyone dare to harm my wife," he brought them close to his face and looked into all of their eyes. "I will always find you, and not even Valhalla could stop me from decimating you over, and over again." The blades sliced through all their throats, and their blood splattered all over Loki.
TW AND VIOLENCE END
He dropped their dripping carcasses and went to where they were holding you. Before walking in, in another wave of green, he cleaned their blood off of himself to make sure he didn't alarm you. When he opened the door, what he saw enraged him but most importantly, broke his heart.
You were tied to a chair and had a large sac over your head. You were trembling, and as his footsteps got closer, he heard your breath quicken with fear. "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's me, it's alright." He slowly took the sac off so your eyes could adjust. What he saw broke him even more. You were gagged and your eyes were full of tears. He noticed a bit of your hair was shorter than the rest and he wish he could revive those bastards just to do even worse to them.
When you registered it was Loki you made a sound of relief and leaned as close as the ropes allowed, to him. In a second the gag and ropes dropped to the floor and you fell into Loki's arms. You just sobbed incoherently and let him hold you together as you did. Loki wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both up. You don't know when he did it, due to your eyes being shut, but he transported you both back to your room.
He held you in a crushing embrace, like you could be taken from him again at any moment. When you caught a bit of your bearings you said in a broken voice, "I don't want to be in here." The scene was still the exact same as when they took you. Then immediately, the pair of you were in Loki's room, still embraced. "Thanks," you replied as some left over tears still stained your face.
"Anything for you, darling." His hand rubbed your back as he softly spoke. There was darkness underlying his words, but you didn't acknowledge it, "And I mean anything." He was there as you showered, but not in the shower, he respected your need for privacy. Especially after today. And he stayed with you for the rest of the evening and even held you as you slept. As a reminder of his undying loyalty and love for you.
How these men knew of him so well he did not understand. And it plagued his mind as you rested. He did not care much for his information being known, only if it meant it could put you in danger. That would always be his first priority.
Summary: You were going on a weekly trip for berries in the forest by your house, when you are greeted by a handsome stranger.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2k
A.N. No physical reader description used. The time, canon wise, on this is a little strange, just have fun and don't think about it too hard
You woke to the sunlight caressing your face. Your cozy blankets were draped and scrunched all over your bed. You took your time in getting your eyes adjusted to the light. Mornings like there were not as common as you would have liked. It has been a very rainy spring, and though rain meant a bountiful harvest, you loved the sun too. You let the sun gently embrace your skin until you noticed how hungry you were. Some fresh strawberries alongside a small loaf of bread sounded amazing.
After dressing yourself, you headed to your small kitchen. You got your loaf, and when you looked for your strawberries, they had gone bad already. You weren't too disappointed though; you were already planning to go for a nice morning stroll. Now you would just be snacking as you go.
Grabbing your basket, you packed the rest of your breakfast and set off on your stroll. It was strangely quieter than usual. There should be birds chirping and squirrels rummaging for nuts. However, all you heard was the sound of the leaves crunching under your feet. You looked around the forest floor, after seeing nothing, you carried on.
Last year, you found this strawberry bush, but it was unfortunately already picked of berries. You thought you remembered the way to it, but now it feels like you have been walking for far too long. You looked over your shoulder in hopes you had somehow missed it, but unfortunately, you had not.
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After some time, you spot something red out of the corner of your eye. You begin to walk to in that direction, when you here a sound. Hooves. No birds or squirrels but... horses? You brush it off and continue towards the bush. The sound of the scampering hooves grew closer to you, so you looked over your shoulder. Aboard a brown steed was a man. No, not a man, a knight.
What is knight doing here? You were a fair distance away from the Telemarie castle. By the look on his face, he too was wondering what you were doing out in the forest. He approached you and you saw how handsome he really was. His long brown hair lightly touched the neck piece in his armor, and his eyes were a shade of a very old tree. A color so deep and rich, you could lose yourself in them if you weren't careful. And he took a good look at you before speaking.
"These woods are no place for such fair maids as yourself. What might be your business?" He dismounted his horse and held the reins in his left hand. The sunlight touched his hair and it was like he glowed. His eyes were kind, but overshadowed by vaguely concerned eyebrows.
You did not want to pay him much mind, he may be a knight of a kingdom somewhere miles away, but here, he's just a man and a horse. "I am looking for a bushel of strawberries. Have you seen any?" You don't think he's hearing what you're saying by the way he's looking at you. His gaze was nearly glazed over as he looked over his face.
"I apologize." He shook his head a bit, as if to clear his mind. "What did you ask?" Great. He wasn't listening.
In a more direct voice, you remembered your manners to address a knight and repeated. "There is a bush of strawberries in this area. Have you seen any, Sir...?"
Realizing you have not recognized his title yet, he played into it. "Caspian, Goodlady. And I fear I have not spotted any strawberries on my ride." His tone was light, and his words were spoken much gentler than you would have expected.
You nodded. "Well then my quest is not over yet. Safe travels to you, Sir Caspian." You begin to walk off on to a new direction. Even if you can't find strawberries, there are still chances of blueberries being in bloom in this same area.
After a few steps you heard, "May I be of assistance whilst you search?" He came rushing up to meet you, horse reins still in hand. "Surely there is a better chance of finding..." he stared into your eyes like he could never get enough of them. "Berries."
You grinned but internally were unsure of this offer. Still, you obliged and let him join you on your quest of fruit. "I would have imagined that a knight would have better things to do, instead of assisting a simple woman with berry gathering."
"You're not simple," he muttered under his breath. The thought was meant to be internal, but it still was uttered. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what he said. "I mean, I would be honored to assist all within the kingdom I protect."
"So, you only assist the maids that catch your eye, I assume?" You questioned with a raised brow. You didn't really believe what you said, but you were curious as to how he would respond.
"No! No- well you sure are a sight, but- I would assist anyone who-" You cut him off with a loud and freeing laugh. He looked confused at first, but it soon dropped off his face.
"I was always told I kid far too much," you told him. Finishing off your laughter you spoke in a relieving tone, "I am sure you are the most valued aid for the Telemarines." He smiled and shook his head at that. How you did not know his title was beyond him, but he strangely found himself not wanting to tell you. Being able to simply be a man without the burden of behaving regal was exhilarating.
"You are too kind," he responded. "What brings the need of strawberries this early, might I ask?" You kneeled down to inspect a proper bush that may look promising. And he joined you, crouching a few inches away.
"Breakfast."
"You have not yet eaten?" He sounded more concerned than he likely should be for someone he just met. But then you remembered, he does help all those in his kingdom, according to him.
"I have enjoyed some bread, but I always enjoy some berries alongside it." He nodded in understanding. "I had already planned to explore these woods today, so today I just decided to begin earlier."
Caspian found your beauty enamoring. He didn't fully remember where he had seen those berries, but he was willing to force his memory if that pleased you. "I see. Earlier, I had laid eyes on some blueberries growing, I will take you there if you'd like."
You perked up at his words. "That would be lovely. Yes, please show me." You both stood up and as Caspian grasped his horse's reins, he had an idea.
"How would you feel if we rode there? It would be more efficient than walking." His steed had a beautiful coat and a sturdy saddle. Both looked very well maintained, there really was no reason to say no.
"Is it really that far? I would hate to have to impede on your schedule." Your eyebrows knitted together with worry. You already had this knight digging through bramble for some berries, and now you were going to have him give you a free ride as well! This was becoming too much.
"Nonsense. It would be my honor to assist you. And the ride itself will not be too long." He spoke with that same tone again. One that made you question if what he was doing was more than a simple favor. But you paid it no mind.
He helped you up and then got on himself. "Where do I rest my hands?" You asked out of pure curiosity. This was your first horse ride, but you didn't want to tell him that.
"May I?" You agreed, and he took your hands and placed them on his waist. You kept your composure outwardly, but internally you were flaring up at the idea of having to hold onto this knight so intimately. And such a handsome one at that.
When he took you both into a safe walk, you found yourself holding onto him much closer. You did not know what to expect when it came to a ride on horseback, but you never imagined it would be so... wobbly. You screwed your eyes shut and just waited for it to be over.
Caspian on the other hand was beaming at the feeling of you holding onto him so tightly. He had to hold back the laugh threatening to escape as he asked, "Is this your first time?"
'Is it so clear?" You were currently pressing your forehead against his back.
"Of course, not," he joked. You were so embarrassed, but luckily, he was right in how short the ride was.
"It is funny. I also wanted to ride horses at a young age. To feel the freedom of flying through the trees. But now, I am surprised by my fear." He helped you dismount, this time having his hands on your waist. And you ignored how it caused a flutter in your stomach.
"If it makes you feel any better, you were much more controlled than I was on my first ride. Or many people for that matter. And if you would let me, I would let you ride alone on the way back." He was being so sincere. His kindness was something you swear to remember.
"I would like that," you looked deeply into his eyes. Looking for doubt or any sign that he may not being completely serious about this. You found nothing.
The bush Caspian spoke of was perfect. It was overloaded with berries to pick. And with his assistance, you were able to fill your basket a fair amount. Once satisfied, you both approached his horse.
"You do not have to ride on the way home if you do not wish," his voice was laced with concern. As funny as it was initially, he really did not want you to be sick or uncomfortable.
"I have warmed to it, honestly. However, Sir Caspian, I do have a request though."
"Anything."
"Could I be returned to my cottage, instead of the clearing we were in?"
He looked relieved but also slightly disappointed that that was all you had to ask. And yet still he obliged.
When he picked you up and placed you on the saddle, your feet did not meet the stirrups, but Caspian told you not to worry about it. And you trusted him to be right.
He held the reins, and you held onto the mane of his beautiful stallion. Your basket was looped around your arm, and you were glad you didn't get too many berries or else they would have definitely ran over the edge.
Caspian led you slowly through the trees, and you could not stop looking around and seeing how different the world looked when high on horseback. "This is lovely. I see why this is a preferred mode of transportation. I could travel like this forever."
He chuckled and mused, "Yes. I assume it must be very nice to be seated and led everywhere you need to be." He made sure to turn his head, so you saw his smile and knew he was joking.
"You know what I mean."
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After arriving at your cottage, he helped you down once more. You said goodbye to the beautiful horse as Caspian opened the door for you. "I must thank you for your kindness and assistance today, Sir Caspian."
He bowed, "The pleasure is all mine, Lady..."
"(Y/N). I am surprised I withheld that from you." He shook his head, as to waive the strangeness of the lack of introduction.
"Unfortunately, Lady (Y/N) I must return to my kingdom. Until we meet again," he took your hand and placed a tender kiss on the knuckles. You smiled and tried to think of something that could possibly make him stay longer. But nothing came to mind.
So, you let him go. "Until we meet again, Sir Caspian."
"Good morning, Maleficent," you greeted her with a smile. It was a warm spring day, the kind you love. The flowers were blooming, and the fragrance made the Moors seem even more magical than it already was. The warm sunlight compared to the cool breeze added an extra level of tranquility to the atmosphere. And most importantly, your beloved Diaval, added his own flair to your peaceful world. His witty and playful personality kept your life very lively. "It is truly a lovely day, is it not?"
Maleficent was on a leisurely stroll by the river, admiring the work the other creatures had accomplished already. Ever since Aurora was crowned queen, the Moors had been blossoming with color, and all who lived near to see, were amazed. The river itself shimmered with new treasures every day. And with proper permission, you were allowed to take one. The water pixies only agreed because they love to see you and Diaval courting.
You had chosen a stunning pair of rose quartz stones. You planned to surprise Diaval today, because of his love of shiny items. However, you could not seem to find him anywhere. The stone Itself did not really match the dark colors he wore, but you hope he will at least appreciate the thought.
Maleficent hummed in amusement. "Indeed," she did her signature Maleficent smile. Which, to one who was not familiar with her, would not take as contentment. The fairy was not one to express her emotions broadly, but it did not mean she cared any less. Luckily, spending some more time with her, you are able to tell what means what.
She looked over to you and squinted her eyes for a moment. "I sent him on an errand. He should be back within the hour,' her voice cut straight through you. Were your intentions really that obvious? You were speechless for a moment, only nodding in agreement. Your embarrassment brought her a laugh, "Of course I knew."
You only smiled bashfully and said, "Thank you." You did not want to crowd her too much, so as she took a few steps forward, you stayed in place. When Maleficent went on strolls, she preferred to either have Diaval with her, or to walk alone.
The river pixies, of course, found Maleficent reading you like a book to be the funniest thing ever. You and Diaval's courting was a pretty well-known topic. And the fae made sure to play with you both as much as possible. All you could do was shake your head at the pixies and walk in another direction.
"I will tell him to meet you by the western waterfall," Maleficent called to you. You thanked her again. She thought the pair of you a sweet but naive couple. You don't take much offense to the claim of naivety, because she finds everyone naive. She has stated, she is happy to see him happy. And love apparently makes him more willing to turn into anything (even dogs).
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You took your time walking to the waterfall. You had no idea how long he would be. Maleficent said within the hour, but that still could mean a while. And you still wanted to savor all you could of this magnificent morning.
The sun shining on the water made you curious as to how the sun would make the quartz react. So, you took out one of the stones and as you expected, it glittered brightly.
"(Y/n), what have you got there?" Your lover appeared from around the corner. You looked up in shock. His eyes were trained on the stone, as you thought they'd be. Ravens always had an attraction to shiny objects.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, but it's a quartz. Found in the river that I believed you would like." You handed the stone out for him to take. He took your entire hand in his and he took it. He held it gently as he inspected it. "This particular kind of quartz is believed to be one of pure love."
"This is stunning, my love. Absolutely," he looked up into your eyes, "stunning." He smiled brightly and you felt very accomplished. "I believe there is a way to take some twine and make a necklace..." He trails off into thought.
"I am just pleased you like it; I also have a matching one." You pull it out of your pocket and show him. This makes his smile even warmer.
"No. I want to show the love I carry for you. I would even," he lifts you up spins you around. "Run through the Moors professing it if you would let me," he joked.
You laughed, "Oh please, no. I do not want that kind of attention." You take a step closer to him. "But if we did make a necklace, I would make sure it rested on my heart at all times."
He looked at you like you hung the stars. But then looked away, and all around to see if there were any fae that could be watching you both. Once he saw the coast was clear, he pushed you both behind the waterfall with a mischievous look.
You puzzled expression was soon relaxed when he kissed you. No matter how many times your lips met his, you never grew used to the feeling. Especially how they made you melt every time.
When he pulled back, he took one of your hands and placed the stone inside, then pressed that hand to his heart. "Truly, dearest, I could not be more grateful for this gift." He placed a gentle kiss between your eyebrows. "I will treasure it forever."
Summary: you went exploring in the moors one night. You are met with a strange man
warnings: none
A.N. I know this fandom is probably dead, but not to me
Life in the moors were beautiful through and through. You frequented the river most of all, the life blooming there was what you would consider the most beautiful you had ever seen. Especially when the sun had laid down for the evening.
You should be in your home long past asleep like any respectable lady. And yet here you were in the late hours of the night, out for a stroll. No one could say it was unsafe really ever in the moors. Everyone knew to respect others so that the same respect could be shared back with them. But none were perfect, and those who distinctly stayed from the good intentions of the community were dealt with.
You had seen her before. Maleficent. However, you never approached, simply bowed, and continued on your way. Though disappointed with the prickly wall blocking your world inside the barriers of the moors, you understood their purpose. That "King" Stefan was such a danger to you all, it is a reasonable response.
You would sometimes wander near the wall. Never touching it, though, you had been told it was cursed if someone laid a finger on it. Most nights, you would never touch the roots. However, tonight was one you were feeling more adventurous.
The walk to the wall was a difficult one. Many trees and other plants had overgrown on the path, whispers go around that she made the overgrowth. You would counter the argument by a question, "Has anyone actually tried to tame the path?" It ended in silence.
You did make it through the tough greenery and were able to approach the wall of roots. It felt like it grew every time you looked at it. A raven flew down near you. It landed on a branch of the wall and peered at you. You thought, since the raven landed and nothing happened to it, you should be fine. And tonight, there was one branch that looked like it was begging you to reach out and feel its bark. Like anyone would, you caved.
When you reached your arm out, the raven chirped at you. But it did not stop your hand as it reached the bark of the limb. You were flung backward in a flash of green light and hit a tree behind you. The hit wasn't that hard at all, but still ripped the air out of you. After hitting the grassy floor below you, you looked up. It took a moment for you to realize the great pain your hand was in. Your eyes trailed down and saw the gash now painted on the skin.
Looking up, the raven was gone. In its place, a man approached you. He reached forward for your non-wounded hand. You placed yours in his, and he helped you back up. "All you alright, miss?"
"Yes, yes I am," you hid your hand behind your back. He didn't need to see the river of red sprouting from your palm. You bowed your head for a moment, "Thank you, sir." When you turned to leave, you felt a gentle grip on your wrist.
"You are hurt." He turned your hand up, showcasing the fresh wound. Before you could say it was nothing, he was ushering you away. "Let me bind that. You don't want it to grow infected." He led you past some brush of trees. You were trying to memorize the route, knowing you had to come back this way to return home.
"Forgive me," he began, "I haven't asked you your name."
"Call me, Y/n, and yours?"
"Diaval. Y/n is a beautiful name. It suits you."
You were led to a very strange looking tree. Its leaves were very long and curly. It emitted a strange aroma, a mix of mint and maple. The syrup running behind the bark must be very rich, you thought. The tree itself was very tall, as if it had been growing for centuries. But if it had, it makes no sense as to why you seem to be finding it now.
Diaval placed one of his hands on the bark. The tree at first remained in its place, and you wondered what the gesture was for. But then the eyes of the great oak opened and looked down at its disturber.
"Apologies for waking you, good friend. But I need your assistance." He reached for your injured hand. He showed the gash to the gentletree. The tree nodded and extended an arm full of curly leaves to Diaval. He plucked one of a branch, "Thank you."
The tree's attention came to you. You bowed your head and thanked him as well. He returned the gesture and went back to resting. Diaval turned to you and began to really inspect the gash. "Not too deep, that's good."
He took the leaf and began to wrap the would with a gentle hand. The leaf carried the same mint and maple scent of the tree, but not as strong. The smell filling your senses was really calming. After some time, you let your curiosity win. "I didn't see you when I was...um," you trailed off. You probably shouldn't bring up what you were doing at the gate.
"When you were getting too close to the wall," he finished. "Well, I have my ways of blending into the shadows." He smiled gently, so you knew he meant no real harm.
You pursed your lips before continuing. "Yes, that's good to know." You sucked in a breath, "This may sound strange and forgive me if I'm foolish, but... did you see a raven on one of the branches at the gate?"
He smiled in response, "I was aware of a raven, yes."
"Oh good! I didn't understand how it managed to rest on the branch. That was why I decided to try my luck," you chuckled a bit after finishing your confession. He finished wrapping your hand. You could already feel the healing beginning to take place underneath the bandage.
"I believe that raven has some magic capabilities. Or knows someone who does." He hadn't dropped your hand yet. His hands were warm, and you enjoyed them holding yours.
"How is that possible?" Your voice was a bit airy. The subject of magic was always something you wish to expand on. No amount of books or stories could quench your thirst for knowledge of it.
"What isn't possible here?" He responded in the same tone. You smiled at him and shook your head. He was right. The moors still surprised you, even if you've lived here your whole life.
"I should head home. I know my mother would not approve of me being out at this time." You turned to leave. His hand remained on yours. Holding you in place.
"Let me walk you," he said quickly. "I would hate for you to get lost," he said, recovered some composure. He stood next to you and offered his arm. You took him up on his offer, and you both began the walk home. When you both reached the place near the wall, you offered to guide him the rest of the way there. "Thank you, but I believe I know a shorter way," he whispered.
You allowed him to guide you on a different way to your home. Surprisingly, he was right about the shortcut. "I appreciate your kindness."
"And I you," he responded. He faced you, looking deeply into your eyes.
"But all I've done tonight is cause trouble," you nervously smiled.
"You offered a very interesting evening. I don't have those often, especially with a very beautiful woman." You flushed a bit when he complimented you.
"Goodnight, Diaval," you smiled and bowed your head one last time.
"Goodnight, Y/n." He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on one of your knuckles. "Until we meet again."
After returning to your house, you ran upstairs to your bedroom. The window faced the front, and you knew you'd be able to see him as he left. You were right. His back was turned to you. He seemed to be walking towards someone. In a moment, he was turned into a raven. The same raven you had seen on the branch at the gate.
Summary: Kili learns something new about you and loves it
Warnings: nudity but no smut
"Y/N?" Kili called through the door. You had been getting ready for bed at the moment. Dressed in soft pajamas and ready for slumber. Your room had a great fire burning, and due to that, you stuck to just a night shirt this evening.
"Kili!" You were not expecting company tonight. You raced and put on the first pair of pants you saw. The shirt and pants combo you currently had going on was a fashion felony. You could only hope he wouldn't ask about it.
You walked over and opened the door. He stood looking up at you with a smile. "Hello," he spoke softly with a smile. You had joined him on the journey to reclaim this mountain. You've known him for over a year, and yet he still looks at you like it's the first time.
"Hello," you said in the same tone, "what are you doing here?" You smiled after your question, so he knew you weren't really upset.
He walked forward and placed his hands on your waist. His thumbs caressed your stomach as he spoke, "I can not visit the woman I love?"
You rolled your eyes at his comment. "Come inside. I'm not in the mood to be battered by lectures tomorrow about what 'is' and 'is not' proper."
"I will always gladly enter your chambers," he said in a smug tone.
"Kili," you laugh and pull him inside. He removed his outer layer and helped himself to sit on your bed. Once comfortable, he was able to get a better look at you. He looked you up and down, then cocked his head to the side.
"Interesting form of dress, Y/n... is it the new style?"
"Very funny. So what if it is? Not a fan?" You posed in your atrocious outfit as if it were fine fabric.
"Oh, of course," he said sarcastically. The fire roared on, and you had been sweating since he walked in. Kili stood and placed the sleeve on his shirt on your forehead and wiped some of the perspiring off. "Too warm? Are you feeling alright?" His eyes scanned all over your face for any other discomforts.
"No, it's just hot in here," you told him.
"Would you like me to put out your fire?" he began walking to the hearth, "it's no trouble."
"The fire is fine it's just -"
"Just me?" He smirked at his comment.
"No," you smiled, "I'm just warm."
"You can always remove a layer..." His smile grew, "I don't mind."
"See, that's why I won't. Someone refuses to control himself," You joked.
"What!," he spoke with mock offense. "Can't control himself?! I'll have you know, I have always been one of great control," He smiled brightly.
"You are ridiculous," you smiled and reached for the tie of your pants. You weren't sure why you were worried. Your shirt was long and came to your thighs. You pushed the worries away with the pants. You could tell he was resisting looking, to prove his claims of 'self control'.
"Feeling better?" He asked as you sat on the bed beside him. His eyes were boring into yours, and you found it hilarious. You wanted to test his patience, so you crossed your legs, letting one brush his.
"I am, yes," you spoke like this was nothing. "It's okay if you look, you know... I won't tell." You let your words trail off, and one could argue it was suggestively.
He gulped before letting his eyes climb down to your now bare legs. He cocked his head again, and his brows furrowed. "Oh..."
A wave of fear flooded you again. Suddenly insecure due to his reaction. "Oh?" You hoped that he would take the hint to elaborate as to why he had the reaction he did.
He noticed the unease in your voice and clarified, "Oh! I was just surprised. I wasn't aware that human women also grew hair on the bodies. I thought it was only dwarven women." He looked up at you with wide eyes, trying to convey how genuine he was trying to be.
"Is that a problem?" You wanted to sound strong, as if it didn't get to you.
"Oh no," He placed a hand on your bare knee, "It only makes you more attractive." He began placing warm kisses by your ear and worked down the neck.
You exhaled and laughed. "You scared me for a second! I thought you'd be disgusted! Also, I was right," you pulled him off, "No self-control."
His eyes looked foggy, like the idea of doing something else other than talking had taken over his mind. "Can you blame me, amrâlimê?" He leaned in and placed a heated kiss on your lips. You had always underestimated the strength of dwarves. So when he pulled you into his lap, like you weighed nothing at all, of course you gasped.
You felt him chuckle on your lips. You never thought that a new discovery of hair could turn him on so much. But now you know you never have to spend money on a razor ever again.
Summary: Caspian goes on a late night stroll and gets intercepted by a mermaid
warnings: none
The reader has long hair, other than that, there aren't any character descriptions
A.N. I have been thinking about this so much over the past few months omg
Being a prince, Caspian had many responsibilities. But being a human, he needs to escape from those duties from time to time. What seemed to calm his mind the best was a late night stroll on the coast of Cair Paravel.
Due to the full moon, the sands glitter in a way no gem could ever replicate. He thought the only thing that could compliment the beauty of the sparkling sands was the illuminated water. Just standing there, Caspian felt the stress lifting off his body. The salty sea air was always something he was a fan of. The feeling of its breeze through his hair only made the entire scene that much better.
There were some rocks along the coastline. He would normally not pay them any mind. However, when an unusual sound emitted from them, his head whipped around. His eyes scanned to find a pair looking back at him.
He drew his sword immediately, pointing it at the creature. "Who are you," he questioned. All sorts of things can exist in the lands of Narnia, and anything that would be out at such an hour is one of suspicion. Especially one that already had its eyes set on him.
The creature shied behind the rock. From a different angle, she peered back at him. The moonlight glazed her skin in an ethereal glow, and before the prince realized, he had taken a few steps towards her. "Call me, Y/n."
Her voice was smooth and soft. He felt himself begin to drift away in it. He took yet another step closer, now only a yard or two from the rock she hid behind. With grace and caution, she climbed the large stone until she reached the top. She rested on her forearms, now at eye level with the prince.
Caspian's eyes took in the new view of her. She wore nothing on her upper half, relying solely on her flowing hair to cover her frame. His breath began to shallow, never in his life had the prince seen a woman in such an ease of wardrobe. He used his extensive self-control to bring his focus back to her eyes. And her eyes were another pool to fall into. Everything about this mysterious woman was holding him captive, and he could not figure out why. Nor did he want to put up any resistance.
"And yours?" She spoke once again in a voice of velvet. He almost didn't register that she said anything at all.
"Hmm?" He hummed. In any other context, he knew it would be rude to simply hum instead of coming up with the words to say what he meant. But in this moment, his brain was taking on more and more fog with every second he was near her. He was not focused on being the well-mannered prince as he always was.
The woman smiled, "Your name, dear sailor."
"Oh, yes," his voice was breathy. The smile she provided him only worsened his condition. The fog in his mind had crept to the rest of his body. He hadn't even realized he was up against her rock. "Caspian. And I'm not a sailor, I'm a prince." Every word that he could conjure came spilling from his lips. He wanted her to speak again, smile again, anything. It was astonishing how quickly she had gotten him under her finger.
"A prince." She maintained her smile as she reached a hand out and touched his chest. "I would have thought as much. You wear the finest of leathers." Her hand stayed on his chest. And he made no effort to remove it.
He hummed again in response. He wore a smile on his face that proved how removed he was from sanity. She moved her hand up over his heart, his hand came and met her there. The warmth of his palm sealed her to him.
"Would you like to see the rest of me, dear prince?" She spoke in a whisper. He only nodded in response. She smiled once again and lifted her tail out of the water. She allowed herself to wrap a bit around the rock to make sure the moon made her scales shimmer.
He gasped, and she looked back at him. At first, I was nervous that she had scared him off. But he only stared. His eyes soon traveled back up to hers, and his pupils were completely blown. She knew she had him.
"You are most beautiful," his voice was airy. His breath steadied, and his eyes were trained on hers. With her other hand, she placed it on the right side of his face. He leaned into the touch and, for a moment, allowed his eyes to shut.
"As are you, dear prince."
How it happened was simple. She held onto him as she descended the rock. Held his hand from the shallow water, deeper and deeper. Until the water was too high for his feet to hit the bottom. And before she dragged him to the depths, an idea of mercy came to mind. He was a prince and a handsome one at that. Maybe something could brew between them. So she kissed him and filled his lungs with the new ability to no longer rely on air. Then, drug him down underneath the waves.
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.
