"I work alone, Superman," Bruce insisted, his frown deepening because he just knew Clark was right behind him with his brow quirked.
"That's rich coming from you," Clark pointed towards the makeshift kitchen area Bruce had built because his wife insisted on having one so she could make something when she came around. That kitchen area currently occupied by none other than Mrs. Wayne herself.
And Dick.
And Jason... and Tim and Damian.
They were currently arguing about whether they wanted pancakes or waffles before they go out. Damian was standing on the countertop, pointing his sheathed sword at Tim.
"It would be easier for mother to make waffles," Damian hissed at the older boy, a scowl that resembled Bruce's marring his face.
"You know what, you are right," Tim raised his hands, "but we should pair it with chicken, maybe we should cut open bat-chicken and fry it."
The smug look on Damian's face turned into a pure horror as he imagined his beloved chicken—the one he had gotten just two nights ago—on a platter, fried. "Mother! Father! Did you hear what he said!?"
Mrs. Wayne gave her son a noncommittal hum as she flipped the pancake she was cooking—she was making both waffles and pancakes, while Bruce grunted quietly, the parents were not taking sides.
Jason laughed so hard he fell off the stool, continuing to lay on the floor, clutching his sides. "I can see the light," he gasped, trying to get some oxygen into his lungs between laughter.
"Don't go towards it!" Dick nudged his 'dying' brother with his foot.
Clark looked amused, "you brought the whole army here, we don't need Justice League anymore," he added with a chuckle.
"They wanted to come," Bruce responded, turning around so he could take a look at his family. The scowl he had softened just a little without him knowing.
"If you guys are all here, then who's protecting Gotham?" Diana came around the corner, looking majestic as usual, taking her spot beside Mrs. Wayne so she could learn a thing or two.
“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” With Auston
FWB!Auston taken from this prompt list.
A/N: I thought it would be hard to get into these, writing has been hard recently. This one came very easy but I did not proof read it🤷♀️
Warnings: cheating, smut, swearing, drinking
Your relationship was Auston was complicated, and that's assuming you could call it a relationship. It started off just as you'd expected it to.
Sex.
He'd message you, you'd show up, sometimes you'd watch a movie or order in some food. You always ended up in his bed, and almost always woke up beside him. Conversation came easy and soon you found yourself sending text messages while he was on the road, FaceTime and even the occasional night out for some drinks with some of the other players.
You both agreed to keep it easy and casual, no strings, and to just enjoy it all but months went by, and you found yourself yearning for more. And maybe he did too but he wouldn't admit it, and when days of silence would creep upon you or he would get uncomfortable following the chime of his phone, you knew you had to protect yourself. And that meant pulling away.
You kept telling yourself that time was the last time, then days later you were back in his bed. He had a firm hold on you and it was hard to break free.
Then came Sam.
Like Auston, it started off physical and slowly evolved, the only difference was he had no problem telling you how he felt and what he wanted. As time went on Auston’s text often went unanswered and Sam helped you to close that door.
Everything was good, great even, months went by and you hadn’t heard from him, you hadn’t even thought of him, that is until Sarah picked Locals Only as the location for girls night.
The music was loud, the drinks were cold and plentiful, and your dress was low cut and tight. It hugged you perfectly, accentuated your hips and left little to the imagination. You hadn’t worn it in a while, let it hang in the closet, but something about tonight felt like the right time to break it out again.
After spending the last three songs dancing you found yourself stumbling down the hall to the bathroom. You tug at the Flamingo bathroom. Locked. You venture to the Sunflower bathroom. Locked. The Unicorn bathroom. Locked.
"This one is open," an all too familiar voice calls from behind, making the hairs at the nape of your neck rise.
"Thanks." Your heart is pounding through your chest, hoping that the alcohol has your mind playing a trick on you, it can’t be him. As you turn around and see him, you mutter a curse word because of course he looks good. Dark curls popping under his plain white ball cap, a shirt that molds to his biceps, every muscle really. He smiles, a small and crooked one that makes his mustache curl ever so slightly, and you suddenly forget why you walked away in the first place.
You take longer than you should. Trying to think over the night, digging into your memory to try and remember if you saw him earlier tucked in a corner, wondering how long he spent watching you, if he waited for a moment to pull you aside or if it was pure coincidence.
It's two songs later when you decide to brave the outside world again. You need some water, maybe fresh air, something to calm your nerves. Surely, he isn't there anymore.
The second the door opens you feel his large body press against yours, walking you back inside. He smells richly of his cologne and booze and his cheeks are flushed.
"What are you doing?" You ask as the lock catches.
"Missed you." Auston doesn't bother answering your question, you already know.
"Auston." You almost choke on your own tongue, but when his soft hand lifts your chin and you meet the dark brown eyes, every part of you melts. They always were your favourite part.
Auston ducks down and presses his lips to yours. Even though the small voice in the back of your head told you not to surrender, to think of Sam, his lips were your second favourite thing about him, and you press forward. You take his face in the palm of your hand and scratch your nails along his jaw. His wander down your sides, venturing toward your hips. Your mouths fuse together, and the kiss quickly becomes feverish and hungry.
"Hi." Auston mumbles against you when he finally needs some air. His lips are red and puffy from kissing, coated in your lip gloss.
"Hi." You pull him back down for another kiss, you'll always have a sweet spot for him.
"I always loved this dress on you." His voice it thick, full of gravel.
"I remember."
"Remember what we did last time in this bathroom?" His face curls into a satisfied smirk as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear.
"What are you doing?" You ask as you feel his hand slip under the hem of your dress and push the satin underwear down your thighs. Just like last time, his lips hit your neck, then your collarbone, and that spot below your ear. The dangerously thin straps fall off your shoulder and your breasts spring free, quickly being met by one of his signature cocky smiles.
"Taking a trip down memory lane."
The whiskey runs hot in your veins and the bass booms under your feet. He guides your hand toward his growing bulge, and just like last time you make work at his belt and undo it, forcing his jeans a few inches down his thighs. Auston bites at your neck when your hand slips under his boxers and utters the same curse words as before when you tug on his length encouraging him to grow.
Exactly like last time, his spare hand moves between your bodies and toys at your entrance. One finger slips inside, and your walls greedily suck it in. He is quick to add another, curling them in until you are tugging at his dark curls. Just like every single time, he finds the spot that makes your knees weak and hits it over and over. His grin somehow gets cockier with every strained cry you let out.
"God, I fucking missed you." Auston pulls his fingers out and turns you around to face the mirror.
Just like last time, he kicks your legs apart and bends you over the counter, putting your ass and dripping cunt on display for him.
“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” A lump forms in your throat.
"Better not tell him then."
You both moan in unison as he enters you, you always did. It takes one thrust to forget about Sam and a second to forget how bad an idea this is. By the time the third deep and hard thrust comes, shunting you up the counter, you know absolutely nothing is going to stop you until his warm and sticky cum fills your pussy. Just like every time before.
Hi! May I please request the Sunrises / sunsets prompt for Maedhros x reader? Thank you <3
Hello! So for your request, I have decided to go with Sunrises.
"The new light"
Pairing: Maedhros x reader (Elf/second person POV) | Location: A campsite somewhere in Middle-Earth.
Themes: SFW
Warnings: Nothing
Word count: 600 words
Summary: The first sunrise is witnessed by the Ñoldorin exiles.
The new light was a revelation, and a welcomed one at that. The Ñoldor had not yet thought of what to call the orb that rose into the realm of stars and scattered the gloom with its pale, silver light.
Seven times it traversed the heavens, and through those times you sat beside Maedhros, your eyes filled with wonder and awe.
"What do you think it means, Maitimo?" You ponder aloud and draw your pelt even closer. The Helcaraxë was many and more leagues to the north, yet its deathly cold found its way as far south as it could go. Even now, vast mists encircled the camp with icy fingers. You shivered and grew mournful. Never in your wildest imaginings had you seen yourself drinking from the bitter cup of privation.
Maedhros fed more wood to the fire and draped another pelt over your shoulders before moving himself to shield you with his own body.
"I do not know," he admitted, even as he tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear. "The elders think this means hope remains and the Valar have not forsaken us completely."
His words offered little comfort. You knew Mandos' doom by heart. Everyone did. You even made peace with your inevitable fate. But perhaps the elders were right. There may be a glimmer of hope left.
"Look!" Further ahead, Caranthir cried and rose to his feet. He pointed at the sky. "Something is happening!"
Everyone rose as the heavens changed yet again, and slowly. A great lamentation arose and spread throughout the camp as the orb of silver left its place in the heavens and dipped and dipped until its light had disappeared beneath the horizon. All that remained was the feeble light of a few stars.
"Maitimo?" You turned to Maedhros as fear gripped your heart. "Does this mean the Valar have had a change of heart?"
Maedhros did not know what this all meant. And he did not like seeing you fearful either. It made him feel weak.
"Do not let this trouble your heart," he replies, urging you to sit beside him again. "The Valar would not have set that orb in the heavens just to toy with us."
"Perhaps." Small comfort again, but you accepted it all the same.
Someone made a stew. Another portioned out chunks of hard bread. Others passed out skins of water. It had rained, which in itself was a blessing, and the water was cool and fresh. Maitimo urged you to eat and drink and talk of happier times. Someone started to sing. Your eyes finally grew heavy as the need for slumber started to overtake you.
Just as you were about to sleep, a watcher cried out, this time from the western side of the camp. "Look! Look over there!"
Everyone turned to look. The heavens had changed again, this time with a thin line of pale yellow light stretching across the horizon. That light grew brighter and stronger, and a vivid display of gold and orange and pink and buttery yellow slowly spread across the sky. The stars disappeared, one by one. The clouds looked like they had been kissed by fire. The air grew warmer, and birds began to sing softly. You turned to Maedhros again. A smile slowly worked its way across his face, lighting it up from within. That smile broadened, and you returned it with one that was part joy and part relief. Maedhros returned to his customary place by the fire, and you took yours beside him. The two of you sat together in companionable silence while a brilliant golden orb rose higher and higher and drove away the darkness.
Harry walks into the kitchen of Grimmauld place with a photo clutched in his hands, his eyebrows knit together as he moves over to where Sirius is sitting at the table. By chance Sirius had come across some of James’ things, tucked away and forgotten about in the back of a closet; he’d given them all to Harry, hoping that his godson would find something in the mix of things to help him feel closer to his father.
“Hey,” Sirius looks up as Harry starts to speak. “Who’s this in the photo with you?”
Sirius takes the photo from Harry, looking down to see a much younger, happier version of himself, arm slung around your shoulders, the both of you laughing. He remembers the day pretty clearly, remembers Remus snapping the photo of the two of you without you knowing, but he can’t remember what the two of you were laughing so hard at, it sends a sharp twinge through the pit of his belly.
The two of you had dated through the later years of Hogwarts, moving into a rundown London apartment the day after you finished school. Sirius had thought about you a lot over the years, especially when he was locked up. He thought about everything that had happened through that first war, the loss and the ugliness and how you’d always stayed a ray of light in his life, no matter how grim things were.
Sirius’ eye glaze over has he hurriedly tries to blink away the tears before Harry notices them. There’s a barely there smile on his lips as he traces his finger delicately over the photo, all the small details in your face that his memory hadn’t done justice.
“That’s y/n,” He whispers, a deep ache in his chest. “She died a long time ago.”
“What is this place?” “It’s our home, a place to keep my coven safe from those that wish us harm, and a place to help those who seek it. You’re welcome here.”
Butterfly Kisses Teaser | Y/N Y/L/N | Lee Minho | Seo Changbin | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin
The room was perfectly quiet. Outside, the sun had yet to make its appearance in the east. Your breathing was tranquil and rhythmic, and you hadn’t noticed the empty space beside you on the bed. Suddenly, the door began to open slowly with a soft creak, a faint ray of light finding its way inside the room momentarily before a figure stepped in and closed the door after him.
Jim knelt next to the bed and briefly scrutinized your sleeping shape with a glint of a smile on his face. However, he quickly remembered he was on schedule and proceeded to slide his arms under your shoulder blades and the back of your legs to pick you up as gently as he could, trying his best not to wake you up.
He carried you inside the elevator and crossed the lobby of the hotel all the band was staying at, reaching the entrance in just a couple of seconds, thanking any deity that was listening for the lack of people whose noise could disturb you.
A small car stopped in front of the hotel, driven by a bellhop who stepped out and handed the singer a set of keys with a smile.
“Here’s the car you requested, Mr. Morrison,” he informed with a whisper.
“Is everything packed up already?” Jim asked similarly, gesturing with his head towards the trunk of the vehicle. The young man nodded with a polite “yes, sir”. Jim thanked him and made his way towards the car, finding the blanket and pillows he had requested laying on the backseat. He carefully placed you on the makeshift bed and went on to the front seat. However, before starting the car, he remained still and in deep thought. His fingers tapped the wheel nervously as he drew in a deep breath, a single thought crossing his mind.
“Oh my god, what the hell am I doing?”
Despite being nothing but a bundle of nerves at the moment, he never felt tempted to back down. That same thought had crossed his mind a lot during the last couple of months, but it always felt like a dare to himself rather than an actual concern. It only took one short glance at you from the rear-view mirror for him to start the car and speed down the empty streets, reminiscing of the night you met in what felt like a century ago. It was hard to believe it had been less than two years ago.
There was no such thing as a “slow” night at the Whisky. If the music of the band of the day wasn’t blaring through the speakers, the constant chatter of the people who occupied the tables filled the air and gave the nightclub its signature undying effervescence.
And, of course, one never knew who they might come across as many revered stars frequented the place.
Jim Morrison, the young lead singer of rising band The Doors, was uncharacteristically nervous. Of course, he’d rather drop dead than let any of his bandmates see that, and so he retreated to a small corner of the place, next to the kitchen door. Sitting on a wooden stool he had found, Jim searched the pockets of his jacket hastily, fetching a nearly empty box of cigarettes. He put one between his teeth before diving his shaking fingers back inside, searching for his lighter.
This was ridiculous. Sure, that was the first time the band would play at the Whisky and a place with such a reputation could be their big chance or the beginning of the end, but he was no stranger to many of the faces he saw among the crowd. Some of them he even knew from college, and they had heard the band play once or twice.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he scowled when it became obvious that his pockets were empty, and the brief memory of the lighter resting atop his nightstand crossed his mind.
Then, a figure crossed the back door and walked past him towards the kitchen.
“Hey,” he called out, a little too harshly for his taste despite his bad mood. The figure stopped and turned back to face him.
Back in the present, Jim shook his head with an embarrassed smile at the way he was taken aback by your eyes. When you both reminisced of that moment, you swore you hadn’t noticed and you hadn’t, but only because you were still unfamiliar with Jim’s nonchalant ways. Now that you had gotten through that facade, whenever he asked with that sultry smirk of his how he looked when he first laid eyes on you, your response was a mischievous “like a deer in the headlights.”
Quickly recovering, Jim cleared his throat and lifted the white cylinder between his fingers.
“Have you got a lighter?” he asked. You nodded and rummaged inside your bag, fetching the small, metallic rectangle you never went anywhere without and offered it to the singer. Grabbing it with a soft “thank you,” he finally lit the cigarette and took a long drag, releasing the smoke with a long and relieved puff. Now it was your turn to be said deer, staring at the smoke that delicately spiraled all over his features. His strong jaw, curly hair, and melancholic blue eyes.
“Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask at the almost cathartic way with which he took another drag. He nodded, almost stubbornly and folded his arms, lightly tapping the cigarette to let the ash fall to the floor.
“I’m fine,” he said, his aloof demeanor stinging your pride a little. You added nothing else and just reached out your palm, unable to refrain from rolling your eyes at the man sitting before you. He looked at your extended hand and then back at you, placing the lighter on it in an unexpectedly gentle and nearly ashamed manner. You gave one firm nod before throwing it back in your bag and turning to walk into the kitchen. Waitresses couldn’t afford being late on their first day. However, before you took one step, a voice stopped you.
“Wait,” he said, “sorry, that...that was not okay.” he apologized, lifting the little box in your direction. You clamped your lips indecisively, wondering whether you should tell this devilishly handsome stranger to go fuck himself, or just be the better person and avoid any further conflicts. “Oh, what the hell,” you thought, shrugging and accepting the cigarette before fetching your lighter again. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that he observed you carefully as you lit it up and leaned against the wall next to him.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” The singer asked as he stood, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. When he stood right in front of you, it became evident that he towered several inches above you.
You nodded and dared to look up, right into his eyes, refusing to be intimidated so easily.
“To the city too, huh?” Jim further inquired.
“Yeah,” you replied with a shrug “Is it that obvious?”
“Anyone who doesn’t carry a jacket with them during this month obviously doesn’t know shit about this city. What did you think? You’d be safe and warm in LA?”
You felt your cheeks burn at his statement, and your obvious ignorance of Californian weather, because that was exactly what you had expected. And as such, there wasn’t a single jacket in your hastily packed wardrobe.
“Here, you’re gonna freeze to death out there,” he said before taking off his own jacket and throwing it around your shoulders before a voice reached your ears.
“Hey, Jim!” a man shouted from above the stage, making him turn around just in time to miss a new wave of crimson spreading over your cheeks. “It’s time, get up here!”
“I have to go, but how about I buy you a drink later and you forget this whole me-being-an-asshole incident?” he asked with a boyish smirk that made it impossible for you to refuse. You nodded trying to appear as casual as you could, and he just smiled back before sprinting towards the stage and taking his place in front of the microphone.
Little did you know that one single drink became two, then a date, and your unbeatable chemistry made it take off effortlessly. And then Jim asked you to come on tour with the band once it began to gain recognition nation-wide.
He’d never say it, but he loved how you could perfectly understand whatever he was trying to convey to you without saying one single word, his quiet, private ways fitting yours perfectly. You could count with the fingers of a single hand how many times either of you had said “I love you” throughout your entire time together, and yet you’d never doubted how crazy you were about each other. And how, when the situation required it, both of you could break out of those silence walls and have a good laugh. Better than any he had in his entire life.
And now, you were asleep on the back of his car while he drove, mountains filling the surrounding landscape as the sun began to emerge from behind them, filling the sky with a palette of beautiful shades of red and orange.
Jim took an exit and began making his way into the mountain range, taking a road that snaked around the mountains, slowly ascending. The view was so breathtaking that he felt tempted to wake you up so you could see, but he reined himself in and kept driving.
He drove past a sign that displayed the distance left until the exit that led to some waterfalls nearby. That brought a somber memory back to the singer’s mind. Ironically, that dreadful night was when he first concocted the idea that led to his little road trip.
He had decided to take a break from touring and go on a little vacation with you, and Niagara Falls was the chosen destination. However, he had realized you were a lot less thrilled than he thought you’d be. Lately you had been distant, always lost in thought, refused to go out for drinks with him as you used to and one night he was sure he had heard you cry in your bedroom as he got home, only for you to lock yourself in the bathroom and turn on the shower as soon as you heard the front door open. No matter how much he tried, you always assured him everything was alright. But he knew you too well for that.
For a moment he wondered if it was guilt over something. Perhaps there was someone else? He didn’t think you’d be the cheating type. And yet, it wouldn’t count as cheating, since you had never put into words the true nature of your relationship. Jim thought it was implied...but maybe he should’ve made it clear?
He was surprised at how much the thought of you having someone else affected (and even afflicted) him.
The singer was sort of hoping this little get away could provide both of you with the privacy you needed to figure this out.
So, that night he gathered all his courage and, after a whole afternoon of walking around the Falls and having dinner, Jim took you back to the hotel room.
“So? What did you think?” he asked, throwing his coat over a chair.
“What?” you asked absentmindedly “Oh, they were beautiful. Better than any postcard, that’s for sure,” with a half-hearted laugh, you sat on the bed and anxiously toyed with the sleeve of your shirt.
“(Y/N)...I need to talk to you about something.” Jim said, dragging the chair so it was before the bed and sitting on it.
“Actually, I needed to talk to you too,” you said, pursing your lips together and forcing yourself to rest your palms on your knees. Jim said nothing and simply stared at you, which you took as a chance to continue. You had been worried sick about it for nearly three weeks now, you had wondered if it was even a good idea to say something, and in the end you had decided that given how much this could possibly concern him, it was only fair that he knew.
“I’m late,” you simply blurted out. At first, he didn’t react. He just furrowed his eyebrows, like attempting to comprehend what you were saying. Finally, a wave of realization came over him, and with a soft “oh”, Jim looked down at his hands with an absent expression on his face.
“Is that all you’re going to say?” you asked after two whole minutes.
“What do you expect me to say?” he replied.
“Jim, I just told you I might be pregnant with your child. Can you elaborate a little bit more on what ‘oh’ means?” you replied, standing up as you began to grow impatient.
“Are you sure it’s...it would be mine?” he asked. He was torn between regretting what had come out of his mouth or treating it as a real concern.
“Am I sure…? What are you talking about?” you asked, the hurt and confused look in your eyes sending a sharp pain through his chest.
“Yes, I mean…(Y/N), we never discussed how...exclusive this was.”
You knew he was right. As months went by, you never mentioned anything about a relationship, and neither did he, but when you began to notice how the other members would bring the occasional girl back to their rooms while Jim kept asking for one room where he stayed with you every night, it was sort of wordlessly settled. At least for you, apparently.
Was it not like that for him and you had it all wrong?
Had he been with other people since…?
The thought was too much for you to handle, and you began to make your way to the door. However, he quickly followed you and stood in front of it, blocking your exit.
“Jim, get out of my way,” you dryly said, attempting to walk around him. That only prompted him to grab both of your shoulders firmly enough to keep you from walking away.
“(Y/N), have you been with other people?”
“Fuck you, Jim,” you spat out, feeling tears dwell up in your eyes.
“Have you?” he asked sternly, without raising his voice.
“No, I haven’t!” you bursted, “I haven’t, I just...I never saw you with anyone else, even during tours like Ray, Robbie or John did, and so I figured...I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed things were like that-”
“I haven’t either,” Jim cut you off. However, when you looked up at him, you realized he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were lost somewhere slightly above yours, as if what he had just said wasn’t meant for you but instead was some sort of personal realization. “I haven’t. I didn’t want to.” he repeated. When he finally looked at you, Jim cleared his throat and nodded, gently bringing you close and engulfing you in a hug.
“We’ll figure this out. Both of us.”
That short sentence was the most reassuring thing he could’ve told you.
And despite the whole thing having ended up being nothing but a scare, it had set that whole plan in motion. Finally, the car came to a halt and Jim couldn’t hold back a smile as he reached out behind him to softly shake you.
“Baby, wake up,” he said before leaving the car and opening your door. “Come on, rise and shine sweet girl.”
You groaned and blinked groggily, blinded by the light of the morning sun. You looked at your surroundings confused, slowly realizing that you weren’t in the hotel room anymore, and all those swaying movements you had felt were not part of a dream as you had thought, but rather it was your insane boyfriend taking you to god knows where in the middle of the night.
“Where are we?” you asked, sitting up and yawning.
“Come out here and see,” Jim said, a tinge of excitement in his voice.
You obeyed, and as soon as you stepped off the car a loud gasp left your mouth. You were standing atop a cliff, with the most amazing view of the Adirondack mountains displayed before you, the brown leaves coloring the landscape gorgeously.
“Remember you told me there was a cabin your parents rented when you were little and that you’d give anything to spend one more weekend there?”
“Oh my god, no, you didn’t!” you exclaimed, turning around excitedly.
“No, I didn’t. I asked, it’s now private property and I didn’t want to get arrested today, but I found another not so far from here that can’t be that bad.” he replied with a mocking grin. You were too happy to take any retribution against his terribly placed joke, and simply hugged him tightly.
“Hey, there’s a camera in the glove box, why don’t you go and get it so I can take your picture?” Jim asked. You nodded and raced back to the car, leaning over the driver seat to open the compartment and search for said camera, only to find it completely empty.
Except for one thing.
A small, metallic object that laid right in the middle. Something that you recognized immediately and rendered you motionless, with barely the ability to take it and turn back to find your boyfriend standing before you.
“Jim, what is this?” you asked.
“Come on baby, you know this one,” he asked, attempting to make his signature smirk but failing miserably out of nervousness. Before you could add anything else, he simply took your hand and the ring. You were silently grateful that he didn’t do the whole sink-down-on-one-knee thing. This was him. Simple, unexpected, and yet so meaningful.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else. If anyone had told me two years ago I’d ever propose to someone, that someone would come along and make me want to be with them and just them for whatever time I have left in this fucked up world, well...you already know what would’ve happened. But if that someone is you, then I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. So, what do you say? Are you willing to put up with me for a little longer than we expected?”
The only thing you could do was hastily wipe the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks and kiss him like it was the first time you had done so in months.
“I love you,” you said against his lips after a few seconds. He smiled and kissed the edge of your lips before adding.
“I love me too, who wouldn’t?”
This time, proposal or not, he earned a well-deserved slap on his arm.
(Author’s note: Sooooo I pulled/tore some muscles in my chest working out a few weeks ago, and it inspired some fanfiction...hence my Star Wars fic and Hobbit fic both featuring reader pulling a muscle. It surprisingly hurts, man. Anyway, thank you for being patient, and I hope you enjoy this fic!)
“A pulled muscle?” you echoed, wincing and clutching your chest. “That’s what’s causing this much pain?”
“Indeed,” the elleth said, tucking you in the covers of the guest bed. “Injuries in that area can be quite painful. We will do what we can for the pain, but it is recommended that you avoid any strenuous activity during your stay. Just rest.”
You’d been on the road with the Company for ages now, and rest wasn’t exactly your thing at this stage. You had learned to keep up with your battle-hardened comrades. It’s not like you could just give up and let yourself fall behind again.
The encounter with the orcs had led the Company to seek the protection and council of Elrond who dwelled in Rivendell. You had sustained an injury during the battle while protecting Bilbo. Thorin wasn’t exactly ecstatic to be staying in Rivendell, but he could not deny the gracious offering of food and medical care that was extended for his Company, including you.
In fact, you heard his voice outside the guest room. Though his voice was muffled through the door, he sounded tense. Upset. Moments later, the door opened and Lindir walked in.
“Is the young lady tended to?” Lindir inquired. “Thorin Oakenshield is most insistent on seeing her, but I told him that he is not to disturb her while she’s being treated.”
“Lady ________ has been treated. If it is her wish to see visitors, Thorin Oakenshield may enter.” Both turned to look at you, the question evident in their expressions.
You nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to see him. Thank you.”
Lindir nodded and opened the door.
Thorin was very protective of his Company, and had come to feel similarly about you. Bilbo had not yet “earned” Thorin’s approval since his heart seemed to have been left behind at his comfortable home in Bag End. You, on the other hand, adapted to life on the road and fit in with the others in your own way. You had gotten to know the Company very well over the course of the journey so far, and you knew Thorin wouldn’t be convinced that you were alright unless he saw you himself.
Thorin entered the room, glaring daggers at Lindir for having kept him outside your room even for a few minutes. His eyes softened, though, when they rested on you laying in the bed with your hand over your chest.
“_________,” he said, approaching quickly. “Are you well?”
“Apparently, the pains were just a pulled muscle. It still hurts pretty bad when I make a wrong move, but they said that after some rest I should be fine.”
“The others were worried,” he muttered. “I was worried.”
You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your features. You hated the thought of worrying anyone, but at the same time it was nice to be cared for. Especially by Thorin, too. “I am alright, thank you.” You had told yourself he’d do the same for anyone in the Company, but a small part of you wondered if there was something there.
Without thinking, you reached forward and cupped his cheek. A look of surprise crossed his expression with eyes wide and lips parted. You realized what you did and went to pull your hand away, but he took it in his own before you could.
“I am glad your wounds are healing.” He glanced at your hand momentarily before pressing a quick kiss on it.
The warmth in your face flared up. “Er, thank you.”
Lindir stepped into the vicinity, hands folded politely. “Elrond has asked me to inform you that the Company is to dine soon.”
“Am I okay to move?” you asked.
“Yes, but walk with care,” the elleth said.
“I will see to it that ________ does not exert herself,” Thorin smiled, a sight that you rarely saw but made your heart flutter. You stood to your feet and let him usher you into the hall gently. You and Thorin were led by Lindir out to a balcony where the others were being seated at a long table.
“Ms. _________,” Elrond greeted with a courteous wave of his hand. “I am pleased to see you are recovering. Have a seat where you wish.”
You reached for the nearest chair, careful not to stretch too much, but Thorin moved ahead of you and took the chair into his own hands. He dragged it away from the table. As cautiously sat with hand over your ribs, he moved the chair forward to seat you like a gentleman would.
The rest of the Company stared with wide, curious eyes as you exchanged a shy glance with Thorin. It was obvious they were not used to their fearless leader being so tentative to a female. It made you feel even more shy, if that was possible.
To your gladness, no one dared to say anything or question Thorin’s actions. A few traded whispers, but eventually the table was roaring with laughter and story-telling, as was common at mealtimes with the Company. You couldn’t stop looking at Thorin, wondering what exactly was going on in his head. He had definitely softened in his opinion towards you since the journey began, but is it possible that something else could have happened? Could he fancy you? It was hard to imagine Thorin Oakenshield fancying someone, but you couldn’t say that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind.
And now, he remained quiet in the seat across from you. He observed the others’ antics with the occasional smile as he dined. He even filled your cup with water himself, insisting that you don’t strain yourself with movement.
When the meal was over, Thorin escorted you back to your temporary room. You walked down the ancient stone steps with your arm looped around his, heart swelling at the beauty of the buildings and the lovely song that floated through the air. Even so late in the evening, it was warm. The soft glow of lanterns allowed you to see your companion’s gentle expression.
“It’s so beautiful here,” you murmured.
Thorin admired the way your eyes gleamed and how the moonlight cast a silvery light over the scene. “I cannot deny the beauty I find here.” He smiled. “Rivendell has its charms, though it helps that you are in it.”
You turned away shyly, unsure of how to respond.
He cleared his throat as you neared the door to your room. “Here you are. I will return in the morning, and I hope to find you well-rested. We must discuss the matters of the map with the Company.”
“Yes, I will see you then.”
His hand lingered on yours for a few moments longer as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. Finally, he pulled away and started walking down the hall. You entered the room and shut the door behind you, heart pounding. Thorin really had been acting strange. So attentive, caring, and gentle… It was a side of him you’d never expected to see, but had to admit you were pleased to see it.
As you got comfortable in the bed, pulling the soft sheets over your form, your mind revisited all the interactions you’d had with the Company leader, and it was harder to sleep than you thought.
