so i heard you plan to write for hollow knight, welcome to the hivemind, my friend, i give out free cookies to each new member. 🍪🍪🍪
i was wondering if you could write for hornet x a tarantula hawk wasp reader, who tends to be mute warrior most of the time, but speaks to tell hornet that they love her?
regardless of your answer, thank you for your time.
Thank you! Glad to be part of the hivemind haha
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It seemed so long ago when you first clashed needles with Hornet. Like a distant memory.
You've come to Hallownest in search of challenges and triumphs.
Hailing from a wasp tribe who's been at war with tarantulas for many years, size didn't matter. You've fought opponents twice, or even thrice your physique, living by the mantra "the bigger they are, the harder they fall".
When confronting giants such as the Moss Chargers of Greenpath, you were eager to trim away their disguises and discover the cowardly little squibs they truly were, striking them down before they could retreat underground.
Unbeknownst to you, Hornet would spy on you from time to time, studying your fighting tactics as close as she could without being spotted. She observed your epic battle with the Massive Moss Charger, watching you slay the beast like it was nothing.
Were you a threat? Surely, you must be. Why else would you come down to Hallownest so willingly with a needle wrapped in tarantula bristles? And a fang strapped to your back as a momentum of your deeds? What was your purpose here? Were you truly ready to confront and accept the horrors that lied deep within this desolate kingdom?
The only way she could know for sure was by engaging you in a fight, and very quickly she realizes how strong you were, using your wings as an advantage. She tried to ground you, but to no avail. It's almost like you could predict her every movement.
Just when you could have easily killed her, needle at her throat, she's fortunate enough to learn you were bound by honor, sparing her life. Then you simply bow your head before leaping away to who-knows-where.
She swears she heard your quiet giggling as you ascended the canopy, as though you saw that duel as a game.
But that day, Hornet learns you're just like her. Trying to survive in these ruins, unafflicted by the infection. You weren't a threat.
At some point, she found herself crossing paths with you again and again. Almost like clockwork. Soon the surprise duels turn into casual sparring matches, and when either of you needed rest, the benches and swims in the soul springs evoked discussions about the Knight, the temple, the Dreamers...and whatever else came to mind.
But they were mainly one-sided, with her doing most of the talking--while you chime in with the occasional hum, grunt, wingbeat, or gesture. Anything that kept the conversation going.
She opens up to you more than she's willing to admit, and as time goes on she starts to see you as a friend. An ally who's got her back.
You like charging into battle, while her nimble and agile-self allows her to be nearly untouched. So when you return from fighting the Mantis Lords, you try sharing your triumph in earning their respect through expressive storytelling...but Hornet knows you're hurting and lightly scolds you when you hiss in pain thereafter, tending to your wounds.
Eventually, your friendship/alliance becomes something more. A feeling of deep connectedness buzzing in your souls. But so far both of you have mistaken that for overprotectiveness, a bond forged through your warrior code.
You're unsure if it would be anything more than that...until the night you both went into Deepnest, with her trusting you enough to show Herrah's current resting place--only for a Nosk to lead you straight into its lair, using her as a facade.
You find it odd she wasn't talking, but you only assumed that because the subject of her mother was a rather sensitive one.....but after seeing the webbed-up husks, you knew you had been tricked and draw your needle.
When the Nosk realizes you could see through their guise, a horrible shriek fills the air as grotesque wings sprout from its back, allowing it to take flight.
But you could fly, too, and you cut it down in one swing, permanently grounding the beast before driving your weapon through it's infected heart, taking cover as it screamed and bled orange acid. Once again, you've exposed a "mighty" and "deadly" creature for the pathetic wriggling thing it really was.
After it explodes, all that remains is the cracked shell of Hornet that rolls to a stop at your feet, but you smash it to pieces.
The real Hornet calls for you from afar, and you turn to see her rushing into the lair, looking panicked as she holds your prized fang in her hands.
It must've fell when the Nosk led you astray, and after hearing the explosion, she feared that you got caught in it and....and.....
Yet when she realizes you're hurt, but alive, all formalities go out the window as she shakily sets the fang down, lunging to hug you tightly.
You're in shock at her actions, and before you can properly react, she suddenly backs off, coughing nervously. "Ah..s-sorry. I..don't know what came over me." She huffs, collecting herself. "When I say "trust no one except yourself", I meant it. Now come on. It's this way-"
However, when she turns around, you take her hand into yours unexpectedly, and she looks back at you in bewilderment. She didn't let go despite her confusion.
"[Y/n]? What are you...?"
Then you gently bump masks with her, and before she can question you further, a small whisper leaves your mouth.
A simple and quiet profession that carried a great weight and a great risk (but you knew that, as you've been a risk-taker all your life).
AN: Take a guess, I am reading Brandon Sanderson. I fucking love Dalinar and Kaladin. I would die for them. Alas I must write this. This is also why I have been writing so little.
Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader
Ingredients: 100% pangst (pining x angst- my fav combo)
My Fav: Xavier because of course he would fall in love with someone older.
Xavier:
He is barely of age when he first sees you.
The war banners rise above the parade ground, crimson and silver, the kingdom’s crest stitched in gold thread , all symbols he has known since birth. But none of them matter.
Not when you're standing beside his mother, head held high, armor gleaming in the fading light. You are a warrior of her clan. A general. Her most trusted blade.
Your hair is braided back in soldier’s fashion, but a few strands have escaped, clinging to your cheek. You don't brush them away. Your hands rest calmly on the hilt of your sword. Not possessive. Just ready.
And then he sees it, the scar just below your right eye. Faint, half-faded, nearly lost among the curve of your smile.
Something fractures in him.
His chest tightens. His breath catches. The war drums beat in the courtyard, but he can only hear the thunder in his own blood.
Anxiety. Awe. Something darker. Something deeper. A sense of longing he doesn’t know how to name yet. He shouldn’t feel this. Not for someone like you.
But he does.
He watches you from afar for months. In training yards. In strategy halls. Once, in the rain, when you carried a wounded squire and scolded him with a laugh in your voice.
Each time, he falls harder. Softer.
He prays for battles just so he can see you ride out. He studies maps not for war, but for the chance to be stationed at your side.
Because you are the sword of the kingdom.
And he, he is just a boy in love with a flame that does not burn for him.
Yet
Rafayel:
The court sings of you. You, the general with sun-threaded hair and dimples that damned worlds.
Rafayel watches from the edge of the throne room, wine untouched in his glass, jaw set tight. He watches another group of nobles stumble over themselves just to get near you, and of course, you smile. Of course, you lift a fainting young lord into your arms and laugh like it’s all a game.
And the court laughs with you. Because you are beautiful, and beloved, and so damnably kind.
He mutters under his breath, "For a warrior, you smile too damn much."
But he watches. Always.
He watches the way your blade moves fast, clean, elegant. He watches the way you speak to soldiers by name. The way you remember their children, their injuries, their fears.
He watches you stand beside the Lemurian crown and never bow too low. You are not theirs. You’re not anyone’s.
Not even his.
But gods, he wants you.
In the darkest part of the sea, where even the sirens do not sing, you are his sun. The only warmth he ever knew.
And it infuriates him , that the court gets to see you laugh, to bask in his sun.
He dreams of you. Of you loving only him.
And if that makes him selfish, so be it.
He’s already drowned for less.
Zayne:
You are not a soldier. You are not a general. You are something older. Something worse. Something eminent.
Zayne hears the earth shudder before the gate even opens. The stars above Astra dim as if to brace themselves. Then your laugh. Low, raspy, hungry, one that has been silenced for way too long.
He doesn't need to look to know it’s you. The one they warned him about. The one he was supposed to kill.
You do not walk. You arrive. Sword dragging, blood-slick, eyes sharp with some storm even the gods couldn’t name.
And still, he stands between you and Astra.
Not because he believes in the fate. Not because he believes in the god who owns his bones. But because he needs to see it. Needs to see if the stories are true. Needs to see if a god can truly be undone. To see if his wretched fate with you could ever be laid to rest.
You raise your weapon. You smile. You say nothing.
And Zayne, traitor, guardian, prophet, fool, finds himself shaking.
Because you are not fate. You are its end.
And he, broken thing that he is, loves you for it.
He does not beg you to stop. He looks forward to the end that brings him to you. Away from the world.
Sylus:
The general kneels in front of the wounded, sleeves rolled to the elbow, armor long discarded. Your hands are stained with the blood of soldiers no one will remember. Your voice is hoarse from barking orders and whispering comfort in the same breath.
He watches from behind the war tents. A dragon in name, in form, but not yet in freedom. Still bound. Still collared. Still owned.
He is no stranger to cruelty. He has seen the whip. Felt the fire brands burn across his scales. Heard his name used as a command, not a right.
But you, you speak differently.
You sit with the dying. Share your meals with the stable hands. Offer your water to those who carry the tents for the war camp.
For the first time since his capture, since the collar was tightened around his throat, he feels a human hand touch his snout without fear, without dominance just gentleness.
“Be free,” you whisper. The lock on his chain rusts, and then crumbles beneath your fingers. “Beyond the mountains,” you say, voice soft in the old tongue. “Where no one can name you but yourself. Where the skies are bright and the land men have yet to walk on.”
And then, just like that, you let him go.
You didn’t just free a beast. You gave him a name. And that name, Sylus, he has carried it through lifetimes, meant only for you to utter.
Caleb:
He watches the light bleed from your eyes. Not all at once, slowly, like a sun setting behind smoke. Like a lantern flickering through ash.
You’ve both fought too long. Too hard. You’ve won battles that should’ve broken you. Celebrated victories with laughter that always came just a second too late.
He’s your advisor. The arrow in your quiver. The plan beneath your fury.
But this time… this time, something has shattered.
The battlefield is still. The wind has no songs left to carry. Your helmet slips from your hands and rolls to a stop among the corpses.
And you...you fold.
Not dramatically. Not with rage. You just… bend. Under the weight of what you’ve done. Under the weight of what you are.
Caleb rushes to you. Drops to his knees before your crumpled form, hands trembling, reaching. “We fought for our people,” he breathes, brushing dirt from your cheek. “For our king. For our home. For—”
Your eyes don’t meet his. “It was for nothing,” you say.
Your armor is cold against his chest. Your tears are hot against his fingers. He tries again. “You protected so many. You gave them hope.”
But you shake your head, slow and dazed. “So much blood,” you whisper. “For nothing.”
And he knows then, this isn’t about the war. It’s about you. About what you lost to become the kind of weapon kingdoms needed.
He holds you tighter. Like maybe if he anchors you, you won’t slip away completely.
He is so cold. And so afraid. Because if you can fall, what else is worth saving?
Just saw your latest ardeth fic and I loved it!!! Was here thinking, do you know that trope when person a gets hurt and person b goes ape shit? Ok, this but with ardeth x reader? Reader gets hurt and ardeth goes ape shit, I love to see a coolheaded character loose his cool hehehe :3
Warnings: Gun and sword violence, mildly detailed descriptions of being wounded and killing enemies.
Tags: Established relationship, pre-established relationship, flirting in battle, person a gets hurt person b goes insane, badass reader WITH A SWORD, medjai reader, gender neutral reader, flirting, injuries, the french foreign legion UGH
Summary: Another day, another fight with the French Foreign legion. But this time, you're injured on the field, and Ardeth isn’t going to let your attackers get away so easily.
A/N: Anything in italics indicates a character speaking in Arabic. Headcanon here is that the reader is part of the Rick and Evy gang and joined the medjai after the events of The Mummy. Reader can speak Arabic and English. Enjoy, anon!!
Guys… I just had a great idea for a fanfic. During my class I was daydreaming (like always 😌) and I thought… an avatar fanfic about Sully reader or oc, who is like the second oldest and maybe she found out about who killed neteyam (btw this part takes play in atwow), Lyle somethings walker, and then it takes place in afaa and she wants revenge!!! Like you know how differently the Sully’s grieve Neteyam, maybe she (or he, idc I’ll still read it 😛) grieves in a way she wants revenge and to kill Lyle!! Maybe love interest is ao’nung (or no one, or someone idk)!! Also maybe she or he a warrior 😏…I love me a strong warrior! I would make it butttt…… I suck at it!! SOMEONE (OR EVERYONE, ILL READ THEM ALL) PLEASE MAKE IT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!! (Don’t mind the tags, gotta spread the word 😉) I NEED IT TO BE A SERIES 😩😫
Imagine loving Aemond and when you find out he loves another you leave the castle.
Y'all ready for some angst?
The day you were told that you were to be married to the second prince you were ecstatic. You loved him ever since you were children.
You were there when he lost his eye at the hand of his nephew and when he claimed the mighty Vhaegar.
You didn't stop loving him when his face was mutilated, at first you told yourself it's your duty as his sister to love and accept your brother, but you knew that duty meant nothing to you.
For example, you couldn't find it in yourself to love Aegon, father and grandfather.
Things changed as you got older, you saw the way your brothers were trained to fight, so you begged your mother to allow you to train to,God it took a lot of convincing.
You mostly wanted this because you got to spend more time with your older brother, not Aegon, by the gods.
Unexpectedly you got very good at it, while sparing you even got Aegon a few times on his ass.
You loved reading and sharing stories on what you read with Aemond.
The two of you were very close, it was clear you were each other's favorite.
You loved him in many ways than one, he only loved you as his sister, of course you were to blind to see.
Years passed and your affection grew for him. You developed in a beautiful woman that many men, sometimes women, laid eyes upon.
You were your mother's pride. Your grandfather wished to marry you off to whoever he saw fit.
Many suitors were knocking at your door.
God how you hated it, in your mind and heart only one filled it's place, that one beeing Aemond. From the young boy you grew up with he became a handsome man.
The news of your m8ther deciding to marry you to Aemond made you feel like flying above the sky with no need of a dragon.
Unfortunately, he grew apart of you with years, he considered that now that he has a dragon he doesn't need anyone's company anymore, which hurt you so much, yet your feelings never faded.
When your father died, and Aegon inherited the throne things started to go down.
A peace treat with Rhaenyra failed, which probably would lead to war.
Aemond was sent to Storm's end to talk to Boris Baratheon while You, Aegon and Haelena remained here with your family.
It all crashed down once the news Lucerys, your nephew, was killed by Aemond and his dragon.
That meant war and you knew it, your mother knew it.
Before things started getting violent your mother Married you with Aemond.
In your eyes it was wonderful, but you were disappointed when your beloved brother didn't share the same excitement as you did.
When night came, he refused to bed you. You didn't understand why, at first you considered that you were to repulsing to be approached by him in an intimate way.
You confronted him about it, he said he will do his duty but not now, risking to leave you with child in a time like this would endanger you.
As time went on, the war began getting more dangerous, you wanted to leave and fight for your brother and your mother but she wouldn't allow it.
Aemond fought to take back Harrenhal from Daemin targaryen in which he succeed, yet he had not returned for a unusual long time.
When he came back he was very often away.
You argued with him on this matter yet he used the war as an excuse.
At one point you got a letter from someone telling you that Aemond was in Harrenhal that time, and all the other ones when he was away.
You didn't know what he hid from you, but you started becoming suspicious of his antics .
You knew what you were doing was petty, but you sent a spy to Harrenhal when he was once again gone.
It didn't take long to find out he was seeing another, you were angry, betrayed and disappointed.
The taught that your husband could be cheating never ocured to you.
It became worse when you received information that the woman was pregnant. Soon enough you knew her name. Alys Rivers.
You were furious. When he came back, you gave him the cold shoulder.
The two of you couldn't even hold a conversation due to your ignorance towards him.
One day he decided to confront you, having enough of the cold feeling unfamiliar to him, you used to be sweet and loving, especially towards him.
-what is this behavior you trow upon me?-
Aemond barged in your room one rainy morning.
You scoffed in return. He has the audacity to betray you than question your behavior?
Your once happy cheerful voice now replaced by a cold tone worthy of him.
-You act like we're strangers,even if we share a marriage, wife.-
Each word he spoke made you more willing to yell at him, shout, cry and slap him, but you kept yourself.
You got up from the chair you were sitting on and put your book down.
-You say that as if you don't ignore me and treat me coldly each passing day since we've become husband and wife, Aemond.-
Oh you had a feeling this will go down...
-Than what made you change your behavior, it didn't look like you minded it before. -
Aemond moved closer to you, he took one of your hands in his.
He worries he hurt his little sister somehow, Aemond doesn't know how he actually wronged.
-Hope, Aemond... I hoped you would love me and treat me like I'm your wife. I hope I would have a child with you and see you as a father, I hoped I would have you for myself ever since I was a child, I hoped.-
Your hand let go of his as you turned your back around. You were so close to bursting out crying in that moment.
-Loving you was a torture I endured for a long time.-
You continued.
He gently turned you around, caresing your face.
-My dear wife, I never wanted to break your heart. I never even thought about hurting you or crushing your hopes.-
His hand rested on your check gently, caresing the skin.
-I gave you the freedom you deserve, I didn't want to consumate our marriage because you deserve doing it with someone you truly love.-
You chuckled, even if you were so close to spilling tears.
With one final pat on the shoulder you left the room.
-You're so blind, have you've never noticed? I have loved you since I was a child.. I dreamed of living my life with you... But it seemed I was equally as blind, but in another way ,only now I see.-
You pulled away from his warm touch.
You wiped your tear, having him see you weak was your last wish.
-I love you Aemond, but you're not mine.-
Once you turned around you saw he was visibly shocked.
-You know.-
You nodded your head.
-For a long while, I hope she and your child make you happy, brother.-
You left Aemond in the room, he knew he disappointed you.
Once you got in your room, you knew you couldn't bare stay here anymore... How long until he brings his mistress here?
So you thought of a plan. You could go live in the warm countries, like Essos, Dorne or even in the famous city Bravos. No one would expect this from you.
But you also know there is war in westeros.So your choice has been made, you're gonna fight like a warrior, but they would never accept a woman.
You did quick work to cut your hair off, shorter than Aegons.
In your wardrobe, you found some masculine clothes, the ones you used for riding your dragon or sparing with ser Criston.
Once the middle of the night struck you left your chambers and soon enough, the castle.
You felt bad for not saying goodbye to your dear mother and sister, but if she knew what you were up to she would have you locked in your room.
.
.
.
It passed on year since you left.
You fought with bravery and killed a lot of soldiers of Rhaenyra, yet your time is up.
On the battlefield, you got stabed in the side by Daemon Targaryen. The two of you fought, but your uncle won.
You smile,
-I never expected it would be me to kill you child.-
His hand caresed your cheek as your life was slowly fading.
-Me neither, uncle, but I'm glad I died on the battle field rather than in my own bed.-
You coughed a bit of blood, the sky now more interesting than ever.
-You were my favorite out of your family, only if you didn't meddle in adult business, child... but you must know a thing, it's all because of your idiot of a brother.-
-I'm going as a warrior, not a coward, that's enough of a victory for me, uncle.-
With one last final breath, the stranger took you.
Daemon Targaryen took you body of the battle field, he was planing on sending it to Alicent and Aegon.
He truly had affection for you. As a child, each time he visited viserys you clinged to him. Gods you were a sweet child.
He hated he had to be the one to end your life, but he also noticed how you mostly embraced death rather than run from it.
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I wanted this angsty idea For some time. I was thinking of making Aemond cheat and reader get a lover to but probably in the future.
Y/N has been Thor Odinson's guardian since birth, the highest of the Valkyries, sworn to protect the Prince with her life. what happens when she returns, thought to be dead for the past thousand years?
Fem!Reader
a/n: the villain i chose for this is actually from BBC's Merlin, go cry about it. also this isn't a romance i've just had the idea in my head for a good long while now. I also have REALLY inconsistent start of sentence capitalization.
my computer's a dick and wouldn't load any GIFs so I couldn't put one 😍
"we are gathered here, on the 1000th anniversary of the death of the mighty warrior, Y/n, to honor her and her legacy," Odin started. the same speech he gave every year. "she gave her life protecting the Crown Prince Thor."
"hold on," a strangely familiar voice emerged from the crowd. "last time I checked, I'm still alive."
~~~
the Lady Morgana was a fierce foe, and one of the greatest threats to the prince you've faced yet. making it your duty to stop her, by whatever means become necessary. she was a powerful sorceress, but so were you. and you wouldn't back down without a fight.
but you didn't get a chance.
her eyes flashed gold and you were knocked onto the soft grass.
and then you couldn't move,
couldn't speak,
but you could look around.
you could hear.
which remained your fate for the next thousand years.
until suddenly, you could move again. you could breathe, and you could talk.
after a thousand years.
you had watched as an entire village was built around you, and every spring they sacrificed a dove in your honor. who wants to bet it was the angel wings?
but one year, mere seconds after they plunged the knife into the heart of the dove, you were freed.
thank the gods Heimdall could still see you, or else you would have never made your way back.
back home.
~~~
all eyes were on you.
"Lady Y/n?" Odin's familiar voice filled your ears. he had clearly aged some. "you were thought to be dead. even Heimdall could not see you."
"I suppose I was dead. in a way." you breathed in before you continued. "The Lady Morgana turned me to stone. where is she? is she still alive?"
"the Lady Morgana is dead. she was killed shortly after your disappearance by a Midgardian sorcerer."
"Emrys. . ." you said under your breath. "where is Prince Thor?"
"he is safe, which I believe is only because of you," Queen Frigga spoke up. "would you like to see him?"
"I would," you said with a smile.
~~~
"mother, you wished to see me?" said a deep voice as a man entered the room. surely, this could not be Thor? last you had seen him he was only five hundred years old. a child. he had grown handsome. he had golden blonde hair that fell just below his shoulders, his jawline gave the appearance of one cut by the ax you've wielded the entirety of your warriorhood. his blue eyes, though the same ones you had seen all those centuries ago, looked different. they were older. he had seen and learned far more than when you saw him last. his armor fit him perfectly, it was clearly made for his own form. he appeared strong now, and in his right hand he carried the same hammer he had since childhood. Mjolnir.
"Thor, you. . . you look so different." what a stupid thing to say. of course he did! it's been a thousand years! you shouldn't be surprised that he's changed, but what would he think of you now? would he even remember you? would he believe it was you?
"Mother, who is-" he cut himself off. "Lady y/n?" his voice could only be described as bewildered.
"it's me," you stepped closer to him, wanting to see him better.
"that's impossible. you died a thousand years ago."
Queen Frigga spoke up. "She didn't. she was turned to stone by a sorceress."
"And I was conscious for all of it," you added. "a village was built around me. they sacrificed doves to me every year. they probably thought I was some sort of goddess. how ironic is that?"
he gave a soft smile. "Does Loki know you've returned?"
"No, and I'm sure he'd prefer it that way," you said.
Prince Loki never liked you. you were sworn to protect his brother, while he was to be left in the dust. you didn't do it because Thor was your favorite, or anything, you had merely sworn to protect the crown prince. though while over time, you had grown a closer bond with Thor than you had with Loki, that was only because you spent all your time with Thor. with Loki, well, it was his choice how much time he spent around you. though you had prayed that he had overcome his childish grudge.
"though he will find out, sooner or later," the Queen said. "unless you try to hide."
"If he's the same Loki I knew back then, he'll find out all by himself, even if I do."
"somehow, I believe Loki has become even more Loki-like since then. It's like there's more Loki per Loki," said Thor.
"I doubt I'll ever understand you, brother," a new, unfamiliar voice said. looking past Thor to the grand double doors of the throne room, you saw another man, striding to stand beside Thor.
Loki too, had changed. his hair was dark, darker than any others you'd seen, and it was long. though not quite as long as Thor's. his eyes were green and were in a glare, with help from his low resting eyebrows. he was skinnier than Thor as he always has been, likely still relying on his magic rather than combat skills.
"Prince Loki. how have you been?" you needed no introductions. he knew who you were.
"progressively worse and worse, thanks. I suppose it's been the same for you?" he responded, his natural sarcasm still evident in his tone, even after so long.
"until it got better."
"I never thought I would see you again. what happened?" said the Prince. his tone didn't say it, but you could tell he was genuinely curious.
"Well," you breathed before retelling the story. "We had deemed the Lady Morgana a threat, both to your brother's safety, and also to the whole of Asgard. so, I went to Midgard to stop her before that happened. but it turned out that she was an even stronger sorceress than I had initially thought, and she was able to cast a spell on me, turning me into stone. I could still hear and see my surrounds, but I couldn't move. some Midgardian townspeople found me and built a village around me. they sacrificed birds to me every year, that's the only way I had of knowing how long it had been. but the day it hit the thousand-year mark, the spell broke, and I was free. I called Heimdall and he answered, and now I'm back!"
"What an amazing tale. such a good thing she's dead, oh the havoc she'd have wrought on Asgard," said the younger Prince, still with that damn sarcasm. did he want Asgard to fall?
Thor spoke up, saying, "and I can only guess you'd side with her." a high level of harshness filled his tone. what happened to the two? sure, they never got along well as children, but they never hated each other. is that what was happening here? perhaps. but maybe you could help sort it out.
~~~
but you didn't.
you never got the chance
he came too soon.
the Guardians too late.
you watched as Thanos killed half of your people, then Loki and Heimdall. both tried to achieve something, one trying to kill the titan, the other trying to send someone to Earth. but only one succeeded. then Thanos and his army of freaks left.
then you met people. the Guardians of the Galaxy, they called themselves.
then all but a damn raccoon died.
you got everything back, just to lose it all again a few years later.
Somewhere Only We Know - Bertholdt Hoover x Gender-Neutral Reader
Description: You thought you were going to spend the rest of your life in fear, ducking your head and being forced to do things you don't want to. Until he took your hand and said:
" Let's get away from this place. "
Y/N and Bertholdt have run away from Marley, now, they are living in a small cottage in the woods. In a fresh moonlight, Bertholdt realizes that he is a passionate disaster for you.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss.
Warnings: Anxiety crisis. ( But the story is cute, i promise! )
It was a silent and fresh night, the moonlight is illuminating the crystalline lake in which you swam. The place you were in was a peaceful forest. The pine branches swayed in the gentle wind and the floral scent was everywhere.
The moon illuminated you and all the nature present there.
" Running away from there was the best thing we could have done " You think to yourself while swimming in the lake. Being able to finally get out of the place that has hurt you so much gives you an enormous sense of inner peace.
You were dressed in a sleeveless black shirt and shorts, just swimming around and enjoying the peace of this wonderful night. You took a dip in the lake, wetting your beautiful (curly/straight/kinky) hair.
Peace, security and tranquility. 3 perfect words, 3 things you haven't felt in a long time.
You've spent your whole life living in Liberio, a town that sits on the banks of an unnamed river, in Marley... just the mention of that name gives you a headache. Marley is one of the most prejudiced and cruel nations you've ever had the displeasure to see. Because of Marley, your family is dead. Because of Marley you and your people spent many and many years suffering.
- " Y/N! " - A familiar voice called you.
You looked towards the voice. It was your best friend, Bertholdt, A gentle brunette with blue eyes. The boy was in front of the lake, holding an aluminum cup.
- " Ah, Bertholdt! " - You said, looking at your friend. You swam to where he was.
- " I made your favorite juice flavor. " - Bertholdt said, giving a soft smile.
- " Really?? " - You asked, with joy.
- " Yes! " - Bertholdt replied, giving you the aluminum cup.
You smiled happily, taking the cup. - " Thanks, Bert. " - You take a few sips. - " It's very good, you are so great making juices! " - You said, taking another sip.
Bertholdt smiles awkwardly.
- " I love the juices you make. "
" In fact, I love everything you do. " - You think.
- " Thank you, Y/N, I'm glad you liked it... "
Bertholdt was so great in the kitchen. He knew how to prepare delicious things, such as sweet breads and cakes for example! Once, when you were feling down, he made you a chocolate-covered carrot cake, it was delicious.
- " Bert, do you want to swim with me? "
He gave you a smile. - " Oh, Sure! "
Bertholdt sit in front of the lake and calmly take off his shoes, meanwhile you just drank your fruit juice. You look at the silent fauna around you, feeling the icy wind on your face.
Bertholdt was taking off his shoes, entering the lake.
- " Hmm, the water is cold " - The boy said, giving a slight shiver.
You smile slightly. - " It's normal when we enter, especially with this wind. " - You said, putting the cup in the front of the lake. - " Enter in the water little by little. "
The boy slowly entered the water. Upon entering, he relaxed.
You smiled. - " The water is good, right? "
- " Yes, it's great. " - Bert said.
You went back to swimming calmly, just relaxing. Bertholdt was starting to swim. He swam calmly in the lake, enjoying the freshness of the environment and the water.
After a few minutes of swimming, he passed by you, so in that moment you have an idea. When Bertholdt has passed by you, you purposely throw some water on him. - "Oops" - You say, laughing. - " Sorry, I didn't see you. " - You throw water on him again.
A wide and cute smile appears in his face. - " Ohh, so it's like that? "
The water war was declared!
Bertholdt throws water at you, and you hit him back, throwing even more water at him. The silence of a few minutes ago was gone, the water in the lake was choppy and you two were laughing a lot. In an attempt by Bertholdt to throw more water at you, you swim back, dodging and starting to throw even more water.
- " I surrender! " - You said, putting your hands up.
Bertholdt stopped tossing the water, laughing. You approached him, swimming slowly. Bert started to suspect you, but when he least expected it, you threw a lot of water on him again, laughing a lot.
- " I knew you would do that! " - Bertholdt said, smiling.
You didn't even know what to say, you just kept laughing at the little water war.
Bertholdt would start laughing again, you look at him.... Bertholdt looked so genuinely happy, when you two lived in Liberio it was very rare to see him like that, Bertholdt always kept his head down, he always had sadness and fear in his eyes, but now... he looks so good. Your heart smiled to see him like this... Happy, genuinely happy.
Bertholdt is a caring and kind young man, you love him so much... You can't even tell when you started to fall in love with him.
- " Y/n? " - Bertholdt, asked.
You hadn't noticed, but you've been looking at him for a few seconds...
- " Hm? " - You said, coming out of your thoughts.
- " Is everything alright? " - Bertholdt, asks, a little worried.
- " Y-yes... i-it's nothing, i was just thinking. " - You smiled.
- " I understand why you like to swim in this lake, it's so calm and nice here... " - Bertholdt says, looking at the vast night sky.
- " Yes... this is the perfect place... " - Bertholdt looks back at you when you said that. You kept talking
- " When i'm here surrounded by the nature, i have nothing to worry about. I don't have to fear anything, i don't have to focus on bad thoughts... I can just swim. " - You speak again, looking at nothing in special. - " When i was in Marley i just tried to ignore my bad feelings to focus on anything that give me comfort and peace, but here it's different, this whole place soothes me... "
You sighed, relaxed. - " I don't need to ignore the reality of this place, because here, everything is good. "
Bertholdt looked at you with a look of surprise, he just gaped at you with the words you had said. The light-eyed boy stood for a few seconds looking at you, not knowing what to say, your words touched him in a way he can't explain.
After a few seconds, the surprised look turned into a gentle smile. - " I'm so relieved to know you're enjoying this place, I was worried about you going into shock..."
- " Into shock? " - You asked.
- " Y-yes... I was afraid you'd be shocked at the idea of running away, that you'd be sad, well... sadder than you were before. - Bertholdt says, looking at you with a shy smile. - " Knowing you're feeling good comforts me... "
You smile back, grateful for your friend's concern. - " Thank you, Bert, don't worry, i'm feeling happy here. "
- " Me too, this place is wonderful. I was about to ask you what you were feeling about this place, about the escape we made, but just your smile says it all... " - He just looked at your face, with a passionate smile. - "... Now you finally have a place to call home. "
You smiled. - " No, Bertholdt... now we have a place to call home. "
Bertholdt smiled with his cheeks turning red.
You had no idea how passionate Bertholdt is with you. He can't say when it started, but as our friendship grew the feeling of love grew in Bertholdt's heart as well. Everything about you enchanted him. Your melancholy eyes, your hair, your pretty smile whenever you see a cute animal. Your gentle, dreamy and cute way. Well, your kindness... your kindness attracted Bertholdt like an imam.
You didn't realize it, but Bertholdt was in love with you, that's why he couldn't stand to see you cry when you heard another war would break out. That you would have to use your titan again... That's why he decided to run away with you. He can not stand to see the person he loves sad.
Bertholdt wanted so much to tell you how much he loves you, how much he wants you. He wants to tell you that he wants to be your lover.
He looks at your face, Bertholdt looked at you with a passionate look. - "... Y/N. " - Bertholdt called you, he wants to say something.
You stop wetting your hair and turn to your friend. - "Hm?" - When you turn to him, Bertholdt was suddenly very anxious, the boy put his hand on his head... He looked very nervous about something.
- " Eer... - The brunette looked at the water and then at you, thinking of something to say.
You just waited for your friend to talk. You haven't noticed his nervousness, yet.
- "Do you want me to cook something when we get back? I can make muffins for dinner. " - No, that's not what he wanted to say to you...
You smiled when you heard that. - " Of course! I love muffins, especially the ones you make, Bert. "
It was early evening in the city of Liberio, everything seemed very calm in the serene moonlight, but well, it wasn't that calm inside your mind. You were in your house, sitting on the wooden floor, hugging your legs with a crestfallen look.
An expression of sadness surrounded your whole face... if were to sum up your state with just one word, that word would be sadness. While you were sitting, Bertholdt was standing with a sad expression. The brunette was looking at you, with a worried look.
This morning, the warrior commander warned you that two days from now you all would have to leave to go to a war against the Middle East. The Marleyans want to send the Warriors and other Eldian soldiers to this war.... You were devastated when you heard that.
You two barely returned from the mission in the walls and already have to go to a new war.
You and Bertholdt have been sad all day...
Silence surrounded that little room, until you speak, still crestfallen. - " I still can't believe this is happening..." - Bertholdt listens you attentively.
You continue - " I don't want us to go to this war. I don't want to die because of this nation... i don't want to be stuck in a place that doesn't accept me the way I am. A horrible place that oppresses us, that attacks us, that kills our people d-daily! ” - Tears were beginning to form in your eyes.
- " Since i was a child i always knew that Marley has created the warrior program to use children in wars, to be easier to dominate other nations. At the same time i discovered the worst way how they kill our people... it's so ironic, they need us at the same time they want to kill us. "
You always knew that they killed and oppressed your people, it hurts because you can't do anything about it.
- " Y/n... " - Bertholdt said, worried to see you like this.
Tears streamed down the sides of your face. - " Bertholdt... I don't feel comfortable anywhere, i hated those four years on that damn island, but i also hate living in this government... Sometimes i wonder if for once in my life I'll finally have one place to call home..." - You raised your voice, the sadness in your words could easily be seen.
Bertholdt was flabbergasted seeing you like this, he had a worried look on his face, not knowing how to act.
- " Every... every single day Marley is oppressing our people because of ethnicity, because of blood... Putting theyselfs on top of us but when it comes to creating u-useless and horrendous wars, we have to fight instead of them... " - You said between tears. - "...WE HAVE TO FIGHT FOR A WAR THAT IS NOT OURS... I-IT IS NOT OURS...."
Bertholdt quickly sat down beside you, facing you, putting his arm behind your back. - " Y/N, c-calm down... please. "
- " I want so much to be able to take our people out of this place and end this facist government, end these shitty wars... but it's impossible..." - You hugged your legs tighter, the tears ran down your face, making you sob. Anxiety and sadness were taking over your fragile heart. - " On the one hand, it's also impossible because i'm weak, incapable, passive... that's why I can't do anything, because I'm weak! I CAN'T HOLD IT I CAN'T HOLD IT UP NO MORE I CAN'T HOLD-"
- " Y/N! " - Bertholdt hugs you. - " Please don't say that, Y/N... "
- " I... " - You couldn't say anything anymore, just cried. You didn't know more how to complain, to scream... the tears were so strong, the pain was so much, that you couldn't speak nothing, you just cried.
Bertholdt held you in his arms, hugging you with tenderness and affection, the boy's arms made a noose around your body, trying to calm your crying. You hugged him back, crying in his arms... any and all anger Bertholdt had for Marley only increased from that moment on.
Seeing you so sad made Bertholdt heartbroken, he wants so see you happy. He hated to see you like this, crying and feeling so sad and helpless... He wanted to end this once and for all... Bertholdt wanted so badly to at least get you out of this place.
He put his head close to yours, and said with delicacy... - " Y/N, You are not weak. I know how horrible Marley is with our people... That is precisely one of the reasons why you are scared, for which we are scared, but you are not a weak person. You always say such kind things to me, trying to show that i'm strong and worthy of love... Those kind words have to be true for you too, because you're amazing, Y/N. "
Bertholdt puts a hand on your face and gently wipes away your tears with his thumb.
- " Don't cry Y/N... You're sad because you're tired and afraid of the war they're forcing us to go but none of this is our fault. I know your feeling of inability is because you wanted to do something, i already felt this way, until i realized that i couldn't do something at the moment, but please don't feel guilty for something that is not your fault. You're not weak, you are not incapable! You are the strongest person i know, Y/N. "
He said, wiping away your tears. The fact that you're in his arms made Bertholdt's heart pound inside his chest, he wanted so badly to be like this in a moment when you were fine. He wants to be like this, hugging you in happy moments...
While he hugged your back, you put your arms around his stomach, with the tears still falling down your face. You look into Bertholdt's face. - "... Bert, why do you say that? do you really think that?"
- " Yes, i do! If it wasn't for you i wouldn't be alive, Y/N... you are the strongest person i know. The person who taught me to believe in my feelings, in my strength, the person who saved me... " - Bertholdt wiped your tears again.
- "... I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. " - Bertholdt said with his cheeks turning red, still hugging you, with tenderness and love.
When you hear that you feel your cheeks turning red, those words made your heart pound, you tighten the hug. You two continued to hold each other. Eventually your hiccup subsided and was replaced by an occasional sniffle.
The two of you look at each other. - "... And I'm sorry about that..."
- " You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, Y/N. "
- " Oh, it's just...you know, i kind of freaked out a few minutes ago... I didn't mean to be a bother..."
- " Y/N... you don't have to apologize, you were feeling bad Y/N. I want you to know that you're not a bother or anuisance. You are not that... Don't blame yourself for your crises, you're perfect just the way you are, Y/N. I'll be here, by your side whenever you need it. "
- " T-thank you, Bertholdt..." - You smile, blushed.
The two of you spent a few more minutes holding each other, just enjoying each other's presence and warmth. You closed your eyes, just relaxing in your friend's arms. - For a small minute, you thanked him for not noticing that your cheeks were blushed -
For a few minutes, neither of you thought about wars, about suffering, about fear… you just enjoyed each other's body heat in that comfortable embrace.
Bertholdt couldn't lie, he was loving to hug you. The way you hug him, just resting in your friend's arms... Bertholdt loves that closeness, if he could he would stay like that with you for hours. He loves to hug you, to be with you...
A few minutes later, when everything got better, you two got up.
- " Are you feeling better, Y/N? "
- " Uhum, thank you Bertholdt, your words helped me a lot. "
- " I'm going home... Oh, if you need, call me, ok? " -
- " Okay, and i say the same... if you need me, I'm here. " - You smile at your friend
Bertholdt smiles kindly at you and nods.
Bertholdt opens the front door. - " Good night, Y/N! "
You approach the door - " Good night, Bert. "
It was like 7 or 8 pm, Bertholdt is walking the busy streets of Liberio, back to his house. He was relieved to see you feeling better, but he was thoughtful about something...
" Bertholdt... I don't feel comfortable anywhere, I hated those four years on that damn island, but I also hate living in this government... Sometimes i wonder if for once in my life I'll finally have one place to call home... "
Bertholdt thought about what you said, he hated to see you so sad, but the things you said were true. Bertholdt has always wanted to help his people, bring harmony and do everything possible and impossible to see the people of his city well, but there was no way... not with Marleyans in power.
Even if at the moment he can't do anything against the marleyans, he wanted to know if there was anything he could do for you...
Suddenly Bertholdt stops his walk.
- " Why... why did you save me? " - Bertholdt asked, there were tears forming in his blue eyes. The boy was without his limbs, in Y/N's arms...
- " Because i love you, Bertholdt. "
A fragment of memory passes through his head. An important memory, a unique memory that brought so many subjective impressions, emotions... The day you risked your own life to save Bertholdt's. The day you cried talking about how important, loved and special he was...
A memory that reminded him of one of the main reasons why Bertholdt continued to hope, even with a lot of bad things happening, Bertholdt still wanted to help everyone in town, bring peace.
Bertholdt remained standing in the street, looking straight ahead, but not noticing anything in particular, just thinking about it... you fought so hard for him, it's his turn to fight for you.
Bertholdt, with a serious and determined look, says to himself.
- " I already know what to do. " - He had an idea, an idea that would totally change both of your lives.
The young man turned around.
You were in your living room, reading a book, until you hear someone knocking on your door.
- " Hm? " - You get up from the couch and head towards the door.
You open the door, and to your surprise, it was Bertholdt again. The boy's dark skin and pale eyes gleamed in the moonlight.
- "Bert? Did something happen?"
- " Do you want to run away with me? "
Your eyes widened at that.
You stayed for about 10 seconds without saying anything, just looking at your friend with wide eyes.
- "... R-run away?..." - You looked at the street and then back to Bertholdt. - "... from Marley?"
- " Yes... Let's get away from this place. " - Bertholdt said. - " Let's pack our bags and take the first train tomorrow, do you know where that village of fugitives is? "
- " Yes, I know, the baker in town told me about... he had a cottage there. "
- " So... do you want to run away with me? " - Bertholdt held out his hand to you, he gave you a gentle smile
You looked at his hand, and then at Bertholdt's face. Bertholdt was always afraid of sudden changes, but this time... he didn't think twice.
You took his hand - " Let's go. "
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You two went back to the cottage.
You were sitting on the bed, combing your hair. Bertholdt was wearing a dry shirt.
- " Bertholdt, do you want me to comb your hair?" - You turned to the boy.
- "Oh, sure." He said finishing putting on his shirt.
You grab a comb and stand up, making room for the blue-eyed brunette to sit on the edge of the bed. When Bertholdt sat down, you started combing his hair, he had a bit of spiky dark hair, it was very soft and fragrant. The light from the candle lamp illuminated this delicate moment.
It wasn't the first time you combed his hair, you two are very close, so you always shared moments like that.
You continued to brush his dark locks with the brush. You can't tell if his hair was black or dark brown, it always changed with the lighting, but one thing you know, it's beautiful. Bertholdt was sitting comfortably on the bed, just enjoying the quiet moment.
" His hair is so beautiful..."
You've finished brushing the back. - " I'll comb the front now. "
- " Right. " - Bertholdt answers.
You sat delicately on the bed, right in front of Bertholdt. You lean your head close to his hair, to comb it more carefully.
You started combing Bertholdt's bangs gently with the brush. While you concentrated on combing his hair, Bertholdt looked at you... admiring your beautiful face. It wasn't the first time he had done this... In everyday life, when you were doing some activity, for example, he found himself admiring you... looking at every trace of your delicate face, he often found himself blushing at your smile.
The closeness between you two made Bertholdt so comfortable, and at the same time making his heart beat faster. He continued to look at you, in love.
When you see Bertholdt looking at you, you look back with a smile. He got a little startled when he saw you looking at him, he gave a nervous little smile.
- " Are you sure, the comb isn't hurting, right? "
- " No, it's okay. "
You continued to comb his hair, Bertholdt looked at the bed sheet, nervously running wild.
A few seconds later, he looked at you again... For Bertholdt, you are perfect just the way you are. Everything about you enchants him. Your bright eyes, your nose... your mouth.
Bertholdt stops and looks back down.
" What am I thinking?? " - Bertholdt thinks, putting down his own romantic feelings. " I can't keep looking at they like that... I'm only his friend. I can't keep thinking about these things... - Bertholdt sighed at his own thought. " Y/N shouldn't even like me the same way..."
Friends help each other through difficult times. Friends provide comfort and support when each other is down, Friends talk about various things, Friends admire their friend's bodies when they're sleeping, wanting to cuddle and stay like that for the rest of the night, Friends blush when their friends smile at them, Friends want to kissing your friend's beautiful mouths until they're breathless....
- " I finished it. " - You said, putting the comb aside, you made a little caress in Bertholdt's hair, with your hands, which made the brunette's cheeks heat up.
- " T-thank you, Y/n..." - He said a little blushed.
- " It is very good. " - You said still stroking his hair. - " Ah, it reminded me that a neighbor in the village, who makes wigs, these wigs are very beautiful. " - You took your hand out of his hair.
- " Oh, I think i know who you're talking about, lady Rochelle, the hairdresser. "
- " That's her! The neighbor who's a hairdresser, I'll do it like you, I'll start to get involved more, it's just that since we got here, I've been so focused on all the beauty of the place and my own thoughts... that I forgot to talk more to the folks."
Bertholdt gave a little laugh. - " I understand, since I got here, I like to admire every detail of this place, every part..."
- " Yes... everything here is beautiful, you said, looking at the window. " - You smiled.
As you looked out the window, Bertholdt just looked at you with a passionate smile. When you turn to Bertholdt, do you notice he was looking at you again, he was... kind of detached?
- " Bertholdt? "
Bertholdt said the first thing that came to his mind. - " Y/n, Can i kiss you? "
Instant regret, that's what Bertholdt felt.
You widened your eyes, surprised at what you just heard
- " ......W-What? "
You didn't believe what you just heard... you just don't, he really said that?
"Did he really say that? I can't believe it... "
He put his hand on his head and looked away, blaming himself for the embarrassment. - " Ah... s-sorry. Hm. I didn't mean... I mean... " - Bertholdt's cheeks turned red and he was completely lost in words.
- " W-wait, are you talking serious about that? " - You asked shyly, blushing.
Bertholdt looked at you, blushing. - " Y-yes... "
- " H-hm... I... Y-yes. " - you look to the side - " You can kiss me... "
" What? Was that really a yes?? Y/N accepted? "
- “ Wait... serious? "
- " Y-yes, i want to kiss you. " - You took courage and answered again. - " Bertholdt, i always wanted to kiss you... "
Bertholdt is shocked to hear this, his cheeks heat up even more. After hearing that, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his mouth. His best friend, the person he love said yes to his kiss... when him on impulse asked him about kiss, what a random night.
Still nervous, Bertholdt slowly approaches your face. You, who were as nervous as your friend, do the same. You both lean in, slowly bring your faces together, both of you squinting your eyes. It was as if time had stopped.
Your lips is finally touching Bertholdt's lips, Bertholdt practically vibrated with excitement. With his heart beating nervously inside his chest Bertholdt begins to experiment your delicate lips. He couldn't stop thinking about how soft your lips is.
The kiss begins with Bertholdt placing small kisses, one after the other, on your soft lips.
Your lips glide over Bertholdt's sweet lips. You tenderly place your hand on Bertholdt's face during the kiss. The soft and luscious texture of Bertholdt's lips gave you a warm feeling.
Bertholdt wrapped his arms around your body, stroking your back as he kissed you passionately. You were thinking how much it felt like a dream, the person you love... kissing you, it looks a sweet and amazing fairy tale. It had been years since you and Bertholdt had been in love with each other, but you two never spoke about it... until today.
Your tongues connected and started to move with each other. The tongues traced each other. Bertholdt moved a little forward, wanting to get closer and closer to you and your warmth. You've wanted this for so long, you've wanted his hugs and kisses.
The kiss felt great, until the shortness of breath came and made the two of you part your lips.
You both looked at each other, surprised and red-cheeked. Bertholdt kept his arms around you, and you still caressed the brunette's soft cheeks.
- " Y/N, I love you... " - Bertholdt said.
You always wanted to talk about your love for him, today is the perfect day for that.
- " I love you too, Bertholdt, i always have... " - Bertholdt gave small kisses in your hand, with tenderness.
- " I'm so surprised by this, every time i hugged you i felt my heart pound. I was nervous in a good way with our proximity but i was always so afraid to tell you about what I feel, I was afraid it would ruin our friendship...knowing that you love me too makes me so happy. I love you for so long, since the beginning of our friendship, absolutely everything about you enchants me. I wanted to kiss you, hug you... tell you i wanted to be with you, but I didn't know how... "
- " I feel the same... So much so that my heart beat so hard when you said you wanted to kiss me, I couldn't believe it... It seems like the sweetest dream I've ever had. " - You say, smiling at Bertholdt. - " You are the one who makes me see beauty in everything. "
- " I love you so much... " - Bertholdt says, smiling with flushed cheeks.. - " Y/N, you are everything i dreamed of and more... "
Bertholdt caressed your cheek with his hand, admiring your delicate face. Bertholdt just looks at you, smiling with joy and love, just thinking about how much you are the love of his life
- " I love you too, my Bertholdt. " - Bertholdt began to give you several cute kisses on your face, giving gentle kisses on your cheek, on the side of your mouth making you tickle. You laughed, blushing.
- " Hey Bertholdt..." - You said, stopping laughing.
- " Hm?"
- " Thank you..."
- " For what? "
- "... Well, you always talk about the day i supposedly saved you..."
Bertholdt questions. - " But you really saved me."
- " No... It was you who saved me. " - You say, blushing. - " I want to thank you for that... "
- " Y/N... I love you so much. " Bertholdt smiles blushed at this, it was such a gentle and genuine smile that melted your heart.
You gave Bertholdt one more kiss, this time a short kiss, but still passionate.
A few minutes later, you got two ready for bed. You and Bertholdt were lying on the bed, facing each other. Bertholdt would stroke your hair with his hand, you take that same hand and start kissing it, you kissed the entire graceful surface of Bertholdt's hand, giving small, tender kisses, feeling his skin. He blushes at the affectionate gesture.
Bertholdt always slept in the same position, with his arms behind his back, he does it because of fear... but you hope that from this night on, that will change, that he will finally be able to sleep freely.
- " Bert, do... do you want to sleep in my arms? " - You ask, blushed.
- " Of course. " - Bertholdt smiles passionately, with red cheeks.
Bertholdt turn his back to you. You would gently hug him, putting your head on his shoulder. The brunette was smiling, in love... Every night you two slept in that bed, Bertholdt wanted your embrace. Same with you, you wanted so badly to hold him all night, but you didn't know how to talk about it, but well, now you two will sleep embraced in every night...
You gave Bertholdt a few kisses on the cheek, which made him chuckle cutely. - " I love you Y/N... "
- " I love you too Bert, goodnight... " - You said passionately, giving a goodnight kiss on his cheek.
" Good night, dear. "- Bertholdt replied, almost like a passionate whisper, your hug made him want to smile for the rest of the night.
You two slept cuddled together, feeling each other's warmth and love.
“There is no escape. No matter where you go, I will find you!” Gunmar to human helping Jim escape the Dark lands. (Not enough gunmar love out there)
You'd fallen into the Darklands with Jim. You'd tried to grab him, too stop him from leaving but you ended up getting pulled in accidentally. You'd helped him hunt and train in the Darklands. If he was to take down Gunmar you wanted to see the brute fall.
Two weeks had gone by and Gunmars troops had captured the both of you. You'd been seperated but now here you stood in front of Gunmar the Black and in front of Jim. Clutching your battle axe close he laughs at your determination. He mocks your skills. Raising a weapon to him was foolish but brave.
You were a daring human he'd give you that.
He stalks you as you stand in front Jim. Jim laid unconcious head bleeding but he was alive and his armor was still on. Gunmar had sent something after him and sadly the creature won. Gunmar wanted you to see the Hunter fall but you'd grabbed a Gum Gums axe and now you stood tall facing the warlord. You wouldn't let Gunmar touch him!!!
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" You demand. He snarls and you hiss right back. He sees fire in your eyes and his heart stirs. He had to admit covered in soot and blood a battle cry coming from your lips and a weapon bigger than you but held with ease made you look like a warrior. Made you look beautiful...
Like a mate. Face flushing he snarls again trying to shake his head free of these thoughts but you just roar back. You charge him in his distracted state. Your axe hits his sword and it barely does anything but he feels the power of your swing and it makes his sword tremble in his hands. His eyes are wide as he watches you.
Your small harmless and yet you refuse to let that stop you. Blood and ash cover your face but you are left undeterred. Ypu hold a weapon that isn't yours but it weilded like your made it. A war cry spills from your throat and Gunmar watches as you swing again and again with no hesitation or remorse. You are a warrior.
His focus drifts from you when he hears loud clangs and bangs in the arena. He turns his head not paying you mind, that is a mistake he learns never to do again. Your battleaxe meets his face slashing above his good eye right as smoke fills the arena. Gum Gums scramble and confused roars are heard as everything is masked ina thick smoke.
In the confusion you grab the hunter and run. Gunmar vaguely sees you disappear before his vision runs black from blood.
"There is no escape!" No matter where you go I'll find you!!!" He roars into the darkness but he senses your long gone. All he had left of you now was a wounded heart, a scar over his eye, and a bloody battle axe axe to remind him of your power.
He didn't care if you were human changeling or troll. You had the heart of a warrior and you would be his. One way or another he would find you and you would be his.
