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Attention all KPOP Stans.
Trigger warning
I am done. DONE. Y'all have officially pissed me off. This kid who died from health problems doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. I am Absolutely beyond disgusted. Those of you who act like this should be ashamed of yourselves!! ASHAMED! Every bone in my body wants to beat every single one of you who talk down and raise yourself above others. CAMERON HAS A FAMILY! CAMERON WAS A PERSON!!! You are not welcomed into the Kpop community. EVER! You aren't even a fan!! Because I know literally every other fanbase wouldn't even think about hurting another human being to raise themselves up. DISGUSTING. If any of my followers accepts this behavior, hit the unfollow button because I HATE this behavior.
Update: since I'm getting so trashed about being unintelligent and stupid about my post, let me just update you on a few things.
I am aware that this is not just a Bts problem, I have changed that.
I also am aware that these are people trying to get attention. Listen, I am not fighting with anyone of them to try to get them attention
I am STICKING UP FOR Cameron's FAMILY. How is anything going to get done by just Reporting and Blocking. That sounds like more for your peace. Good for you. I'm different. The more people know, the more people are going to want to stop it.
Also if you are apart of a fandom, please try to address your antis instead of attacking other fandoms antis. I am a fan of Nct, Ateez, Monsta X and Stray Kids along with many others. I would address anyone who claimed to be in my fandom and talking trash about others.
Do the same. It's not going to kill you. If you don't want to, don't attack the ones who are willing to address it.
I may be wrong in all of this, but it feels right to me and I am NOT going to sit around and let people mock one of the brightest actors I knew.
Also if Twitter would step up their game and get rid of the accounts, then maybe I would be okay with just Reporting and Blocking. However that's not the case.
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zombierightsactavist
Someone: hires a woman
Men: “THIS IS LITERAL OPRESSION”
The automatic assumption that recruiting women equals hiring less qualified people is some serious sexism at work.
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Thandur (Part 3)
Rating: Mature Relationship: Male Orc x Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, Orc, Orc Boyfriend, Rescue, Reader-Insert, Reader Insert, POV Second Person Content Warnings: Brief Violence, Attempted Assault, Bride Kidnapping, Abduction, Forced Marriage, Brief Self Violence, Pregnancy, Period Mention, Babies, Birth, Infants, Kids, Children Words: 6760
The reader convinces Thandur to go back home and tries to get accustomed to life at the farm. Weeks later, she comes to a realization that makes her regret her choice to send him away. Final Chapter. Please leave feedback!
He sat up abruptly, braced on one hand. “What?”
You sat up with him. “You have to go home, Thandur,” You repeated.
“How… how can you say that?” He said, aghast. “After what just happened, after what we… how could you even suggest such a thing?”
You moved to sit in his lap and took his face in your hands. “Answer me this: Do you love your family?”
“Of course I love my family, but what does that have–”
“Doesn’t the idea of never seeing them again bother you?”
“Well, of course it does, but–”
You press your fingers to his lips. “I love my family, too. And I would love to see my father again, but I may never get the chance. You still have a chance.”
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Thandur (Part 3)
Rating: Mature Relationship: Male Orc x Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, Orc, Orc Boyfriend, Rescue, Reader-Insert, Reader Insert, POV Second Person Content Warnings: Brief Violence, Attempted Assault, Bride Kidnapping, Abduction, Forced Marriage, Brief Self Violence, Pregnancy, Period Mention, Babies, Birth, Infants, Kids, Children Words: 6760
The reader convinces Thandur to go back home and tries to get accustomed to life at the farm. Weeks later, she comes to a realization that makes her regret her choice to send him away. Final Chapter. Please leave feedback!
He sat up abruptly, braced on one hand. “What?”
You sat up with him. “You have to go home, Thandur,” You repeated.
“How… how can you say that?” He said, aghast. “After what just happened, after what we… how could you even suggest such a thing?”
You moved to sit in his lap and took his face in your hands. “Answer me this: Do you love your family?”
“Of course I love my family, but what does that have–”
“Doesn’t the idea of never seeing them again bother you?”
“Well, of course it does, but–”
You press your fingers to his lips. “I love my family, too. And I would love to see my father again, but I may never get the chance. You still have a chance.”
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Rantha (Part 2) Lemon
Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human x Male Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Minotaur, Monster Boyfriend, Minotaur Boyfriend Content Warnings: Abandonment, Physical Disability, Congenital Myopathy, Muscular Dystrophy, Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy, Focal Muscular Myopathy, Limited Mobility of the Arm, Pregnancy Words: 6179
Rantha and the reader marry and live in bliss at the cabin, when but an unwanted visitor shows up, she has to confront her past and learn to fight for herself. Please leave feedback!
Rantha returned within minutes, carrying the blankets and pillow that had once been on the bed in the cabin and laying it in the tent.
“Just to make sure your as comfortable as possible,” He said, taking his seat next to you. “Are you hungry? I have some honey cakes that I was going to leave with your dress for breakfast tomorrow morning.”
You couldn’t stop a soft smile from spreading across your face. “That sounds wonderful,” you replied.
He reached into a dainty little box nearby. “My friend’s new daughter-in-law, Caeli, is an excellent baker. When I traded for the dress, she insisted I take these for you, free of charge. I should take you to meet them sometime. They’d love you.” He held one out one of the cakes for you to take. “I’m sorry I don’t have any plates or forks with me.”
“I don’t mind getting a bit messy,” You said, taking the one he offered.
“I noticed that about you,” he replied suggestively, and you blushed.
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Hearthway Hollow: Shahan (Part 2) Lemon
Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human Reader/Male Werewolf Additional Tags: Exophilia, Hearthway Hollow, Werewolf Boyfriend, Ramadan, Iftar, Halva, Breaking of the Fast, Muslim Character, Muslim Monster, Islamic Holiday Content Warnings: Stalker, Stalking, Guns, Anxiety, Death, Abusive Language, Sex, Oral Sex, Werewolf Sex, Knotting Words: 5898
The second and final part to @momolady’s birthday present! The reader spends several happy months in Hearthway Hollow, getting to know the people there, when her past catches up with her and she finally discovers the identity of her wolf admirer. Please reblog and leave feedback!
Three months had passed blissfully in Hearthway Hollow. Your job at the store acquainted you with just about every face in town, so soon you were on a first name basis with most everyone. Strangely, though there were rules against talking about the werewolves, they weren’t all that shy about shifting in public, particularly the kids. The first time you saw a mom trying to rein in the fuzzy puppy that was her child, you thought you were going to have a conniption fit and die from the cuteness.
After Billy had seen what squalor you lived in, he made it his mission to furnish the small house to the rafters. There was a proper table and chairs, a king sized bed, a couch, and lots of piddly house stuff you’d always made it a point not to be burden with, like hand towels. There was even a TV! With cable! And Netflix!
He also insisted you come over on the weekends to have dinner with his family, and you became fast friends with tiny, ferocious Kamilla. Ivan and Ellie, Kamilla’s siblings, were incredibly nice to you and seemed to take after their mother in terms of temperament.
You had started keeping perishables in the house as well, which is something you’d refused to do before. You cooked every night, and it felt really good. It felt like you were… home.
little-dwarf24 reblogged
So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.
they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change
neverlaur
Oh, they were.
Jake: You’ve got to be kidding me Dad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister! Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous
neverlaur
Oh my god they’re gonna kill me they didn’t want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo
Honestly I’m not deleting my Tumblr solely in the hopes that this post one day hits 1 million notes
It must reach a million.
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Shuffle Durin Shuffle
So, as I got this idea in my head I was bound to write it down and of course, it expanded like cookie dough so it´s going to be multiple chapters long…shocker, really.
Summary: reader and her friend end up in Middle-Earth and find themselves in the middle of Thorin´s company. Of course, Thorin can´t leave two odd-looking human girls in the wilderness so he agrees to take both girls with them. Along the way, Thorin´s nephews learn how to shuffle dance while Thorin finds himself falling for her.
Here is the first part of it! Enjoy!
Pairing: Thorin x reader
Warning: Nah
Shuffle dance that is going to be used in this fic :)
Part 1
Groaning you lifted yourself up, holding your lower back.
“God I hate to fall from the bed in the middle of the night,” mumbling you winced as you sat but when you took a look around you froze on the spot.
“Wha….” the words got stuck in your throat. You found yourself staring at the bluest eyes you had ever seen. They held so intense gaze you felt like shrinking tiny little creature and crawl to safety. Gulping you let your eyes shift from the owner of the baby blues to another pair of blue eyes, this one´s gaze was more curious than intense but you let out a quiet squeak turning to look behind you and almost got scared to death earning a high pitched scream from you.
Backing up with a scared expression on your face your hand landed on something soft and turning to look, you heaved a relieved sigh. It was your friend. At least you weren´t in this nightmare alone.
“Kits, wake up….Kits….” you nudged her a few times, then shaking her shoulder making her whine in protest.
“KITS WAKE UP!!!” you shouted on her ear earning her to jump on to her feet half asleep.
“What? Where? When? How?” she muttered turning on her heels a couple of times before settling to stare at the same blue eyes that you had a couple of minutes earlier.
“I must be dreaming….” she mumbled.
“Who are you and what are you doing in these parts of the woods?”
That deep, a velvety baritone voice made you and your friend shiver as you both realized just who you were facing.
“Thorin Oakenshield….” she breathed out her eyes widening and her entire body went rigid.
“Highly doubt it. That would be my name,” the dwarf let out a dry chuckle his face however expressionless like a stone.
“Are you seen this?! Thorin fucking Oakenshield!?” she suddenly screeched turning to stare at you while pointing at the dwarf who was less than amused by her behavior.
“And his company apparently…” you swallowed glancing around and now you recognized the rest of them. Fili was the other one you came face to face and Dwalin was the one who nearly gave you a heart attack.
“Aren´t you freaking out? Why aren´t you freaking out??” Kits squealed placing her hand on her mouth preventing herself from start screaming.
“I´m considering it…” you spoke as you gazed at the rest of Thorin´s company who were now surrounding you curious to learn who you two were.
The dwarves were puzzled taking in your appearances and odd clothes. You were wearing a blue shorts that barely even covered half of your thighs and a black sleeveless shirt, your long bright copper-colored hair in a messy pun but what really caught their attention was a colorful 3D tattoo on your right calf.
“What is that?” slightly shy looking dwarf, you recognized as Ori timidly pointed your leg his eyes shining while looking at your tattoo.
Frowning you glanced down twisting your leg to give him a better look.
“It´s a tattoo…,” you said slowly earning chuckles from others.
“We can see that, what he means what´s the meaning of it?” Dwalin´s gruff voice came behind you earning you to roll your eyes.
“it´s a jewel of four souls or Shikon no tama as they say in my world,”
Thorin tilted his head not following your explanation as he stared at the tattoo. It was well done, it looked almost real making him wanting to touch it but he quickly pressed that urge down while burrowing his brows. Wetting his lips Thorin lifted his eyes to your face clearly waiting for further information from you. Groaning you rubbed your face thinking how to explain this to dwarves of the fictional world.
“Okay….so you can see there are four words surrounding the jewel, courage, friendship, wisdom, and love,”
Dwarves nodded at this.
“In our world, it´s one of the Shintō philosophy, all these together form one essence in the flesh and live inside the heart. When a person contains these four spirits at their maximum, they unite to form a really powerful balance within the soul that can be used for either good or evil,” you tried to explain as simply as possible.
“Shintō?” Balin repeated sounding confused like the rest of them making you glance at Kits who was shrugging her shoulders.
“It´s too complicated to explain if you´re not from our world,” you sighed flopping down crossing your legs while hanging your head.
“You keep saying your world…what is your world exactly?” Thorin huffed staring you down.
Glancing at him you and Kits gave each other side glance before you lifted one of your brows a smirk forming on your face.
“I´m sure you have figured it out by now, that I and my friend here aren´t from Middle-Earth…” the tone you were using hit its mark and Thorin stepped forward nearly growling.
“Don´t play smartass with me, girl, I will get the answer from you even if I have to get rough with you in order to get it,” he warned you pointing a finger at your face before Balin cleared his throat and pulled him away from you wanting to talk with him.
Kits walked beside you sitting down and couldn´t help a smirk of her own making its way to her face.
“He is even hotter in real life….damn that hair and beard….”
“Don´t forget the voice and those intense baby blues of his….” you hummed quietly your eyes devouring Thorin´s backside shamelessly.
“Oh yes, pure porn, he can get rough with me anytime,” Kits whispered earning a burst of laughter from both of you.
“You naughty girl…” you smirked looking at her from the corner of your eye.
“I know…my mind is rotten to the core when it comes to Thorin, you should know that by now,” she sniggered.
“Unfortunately yes, I do,”
It was Fili who then approached you two sitting down in front of you. Kits drew a deep inhale suddenly realizing how little she was wearing, only grey shorts that were more of panties than shorts and sports bras, while her long dark hair covered her back. Blushing furiously she tried to cover her chest by crossing her arms but it was Kili who offered his coat for her and sheepishly accepting it Kits thank the young dwarf who smiled widely to her.
“So, you are from the foreign world?” Kili curiously walked around you two keeping his gaze on Kits´face.
“You are humans though?” Fili then asked making you both grin at him.
“Yes,”
“But you´re so small..not taller than our uncle,” Kili quipped as he came to sit beside his brother.
“In our world, we are middle-sized humans, a lot of women there aren´t much taller than us, there are actually people who are shorter than us,” you grinned making Kili´s and Fili´s faces fall as their mouth was gaping.
“I would say as tall as Bilbo, not all but some of the women,” Kits mused looking at the hobbit who was blushing under her gaze.
“Alright, you all!” Thorin´s irritated voice came behind everyone as he walked past Dwalin who was merely watching the Durin brothers learning to know their new visitors.
Thorin stomped between Fili and Kili who scrambled upright dusting their clothes biting their tongues anxiously waiting what their uncle´s decision was regarding you two.
“I can´t have on my conscious that I leave you two here in the wilderness so, for now, you are coming with us…don´t make me regret that decision. You do as I say and we get along fine,” Thorin spoke lowly showing he really didn´t want to have two strange females in his company but as Balin had worded it, this was no place for females, especially as you two weren´t from Middle-Earth.
Kili and Fili was grinning from ear to ear while the rest of the dwarves were either smiling or sighing at Thorin´s decision. You and Kits merely nodded giving him solemn expression as to tell him you weren´t going to mess around.
“Good, now can someone bring them proper clothes?!” Thorin shouted as he turned around walking away as you two grimaced at that glancing down at your lack of clothing.
You have been traveling with Thorin´s company a few weeks now and bonded with everyone rather quickly after you and Kits showed you were actually fun to be around. Kits were more than happy to be learning throwing knives with Fili and Kili taught her how to shoot arrows. You were surprised that Thorin and Dwalin took the responsibility to teach you how to handle a sword. They took it slow at first as not to break you on the first lesson but you soon showed you were tougher than you looked, and they were pleased about it.
“There´s a warrior spirit in her,” Dwalin hummed proudly as the company had stopped for the night and were gathered around the fire while eating. Thorin merely smiled staring at the flames, odd warm feeling worming its way toward his heart. Slowly over the weeks, his cold, rock-solid protective wall around him had been grumbling down piece by piece while he was observing your progress.
“Aye, and her friend is getting quite good with knives too, thanks to Fili,” Balin smiled earning chuckles from Dwalin and Thorin.
“I´m almost sad they´re not dwarrows,” Dwalin muttered more to himself but Thorin glanced at him softly knowing what his friend meant. There were too few dwarrowdams left, and the ones that had survived the dragon´s attack was now living in the Blue Mountains. Their quiet conversation was cut out when they heard Kili´s excited questions about your hobbies in the modern world.
“So what do you do when you don´t your duties?” Kili looked over you two as Kits was sitting next to you on the log eating her stew.
“Well…Kits here is interested in shuffle dancing, I´m taking Aikido classes and shuffle dance is also what I love to do,” you explained taking note as Fili´s and Kili´s eyes lit up when you said shuffle dancing.
“What is shuffle dancing?” both boys asked eagerly at the same time making you and Kits to glance at each other.
“It´s kind of improvised dancing and involves repeatedly shuffling your feet inwards, then outwards, while thrusting your arms up and down, or side to side, in time with the beat. Other moves can be incorporated including 360-degree spins and jumps and slides.” you tried to explain but the way Fili and Kili tilted their heads in complete confusion you sighed dropping your head.
“I guess it´s easier to show than explain…” Kits murmured hesitantly while you nodded. Finishing your stew, you both stood up looking around where would be the best place to show how it was done.
“You know the rhythm?” you asked Kits who nodded and quietly starting to hum the song you counted the beat with your leg before starting your leg work with perfect sync with your friend. Bofur, Bifur, and Gloin soon caught the tune and started to play it earning wide grins from you and Kits.
Like you were running on your spot you took sidekicks while moving forward then taking the same steps backward, turning around, lifting your knees repeatedly taking your arms along the beat as your ponytail bounced behind you. Turning sideways you both bounced slightly in place but gradually hopped couple steps backward, then forward, turning around and repeating the movement before turning to face the dwarves and walked forward with hopping steps crossing your steps over the other while twisting your hips with the rhythm. Sidestepping you two then backed away into your place swaying your entire body from side to side waving your arms high in the air.
When you both took so-called T-steps on to your right and then to the left the dwarves were whistling and clapping their hands. Even Bilbo seemed to be grinning ear to ear as he keenly watched every move you two were performing so easily like it was your second nature.
They were mesmerized of your unusual dancing moves as they watched how you enjoyed the act clearly lost in the world of your own as you two danced freely in front of them.
“You have to teach us how to dance like that!!” Kili shouted eagerly when you finished the dance laughing while catching your breath.
Thorin and Balin glanced at each other chuckling before Thorin shook his head. Your personalities were quite odd, but refreshing addition for his group and the ways you danced was something he hadn´t ever seen before but was curious to watch how you would teach his nephews how to do that.
But Thorin himself was more interested in learning what was this…aikido you had mentioned. Was it some sort of fighting method in your world? It would explain why you were so quick to learn how to fight with the sword. Leaning back against the boulder, he crossed his arms while contently gazed at the group of his men surrounding you and Kits eager to learn how to shuffle dance. If only Thorin would have known what kind of hassle that would bring along the road, he might have forbidden you to teach his nephews the dance immediately.
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Help Me, For I Cannot Help Myself - Pt. 1 ~~ Thorin x Reader
This is for the 52 week challenge yall!
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The weather has been miserable, with a downpour of rain and gusting winds to freeze the water to everyone’s clothes. The current map of the valley that Thorin has decided to take ‘as a shortcut’ was lost in a harsh gust of wind, and then promptly drowned in the raging river below. The slick rock of the small valley path that had been carved into the wall has grown thin with time, and the company and yourself are walking in a single file line, gripping at holds in the wall to prevent from a fall that would most certainly result in death by drowning.
“Thorin this is a dangerous path! We need to find shelter and take it immediately!” You call from your spot in the back of the group.
“This path is shorter, and unless you are trying to keep us from reaching our goal I suggest you remain quiet!” He calls back. You grumble and duck your head further into your wet hood, trying to protect against the high wind.
“We’re lost. Hopelessly and helplessly.” You mutter, cursing the wind when it blows your hood back for the upteenth time. Bilbo, who’s stuck in the back along with you, snorts but quickly covers it up with a cough when Thorin glances back.
“Worry not!” Calls Fili. “We’re almost out of here, I can sense it!” He glances over his shoulder and throws a wink at you. You almost smile, when Fili’s foot catches on a loose stone and he goes toppling forward. He lands awkwardly and hard, and before anyone can react, Fili bounces off the edge of the path and plummets down into the freezing water.
“Fili!” Kili cries, almost jumping in after his brother. “Let me go! I have to get him!” Kili shouts as Dwalin yanks him back to the wall. Everything is still, for just a moment.
Buh-dump.
Bah-dump.
Your brain kicks into action all at once, adrenaline surging through your veins as you try and remember every time that you have gone swimming ever.
“Shit shit shit shit shit. Oh my god, okay. Okay.” You shrug off your back and cloak, shoving the items at Bilbo. You quickly strip yourself of the heavy weaponry and take a step back.
“(Y/N) what are you doing?” You shake yourself down of your anxiety.
It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I’m okay. I can do this.
You throw a weak wink and manage a smile.
“I’m the only one that can swim.”
“(Y/N) NO!”
Falling is the worst part. The way your stomach leaps up into your throat and your feel light in all the wrong ways. The cold water is the second worst part, the disorientation, the shock, the want to breath in as soon as you hit the water.
You roll in the churning waves for just a moment before you break the surface, gasping wildly and spinning around, looking desperately for Fili. A sudden drop in the river pulls you under the surface again, and for the briefest moment, you catch sight of Fili, limp and powerless to the waves. You break the water again and glimpse the blond of Fili’s hair, just on the surface of the water.
“There you are.” You’re sucked under the water again, but this time you shove off of a rock that sits on the bottom, and launch yourself at Fili. Your fingers catch on the edge of his tunic before he’s swept away from you again. This time the water doesn’t let you breech, and it spins you in the harshest ways, throwing you against seemingly ever rock in this forsaken river. Blood quickly builds up in your mouth and black dances dangerously at the edges of your vision when you see him again. Close, this time.
So close.
This time, when you reach out, your fingers manage to snag and curl around the wet hair of Fili. and your back hits a rock, hard. The little air that you were keeping leaves you dangerously, but you dare not let go of poor Fili’s hair. Your head breaks the churning water and you pull Fili up, both hands tugging at him. You let go of his hair as soon as you have a strong hold on his tunic, and by some miracle you manage to stay on that rock, heaving both yourself, and Fili, further out of the water.
Fili’s lips are blue. He’s not breathing. What do I do? What do I do?
You curl your numb fist as hard as you can and hit it against Fili’s chest.
Nothing.
You hit him again, this time harder.
Still nothing.
“Come on Fili! Breathe! Come on!” You summon all the strength that you can pull from your weak form and slam your fist against Fili’s sternum, again and again, the power and the strength being drawn from a dark place in your mind, a watery memory. Hot tears spill over and down your cheeks. “Fili come on! Don’t let go, goddamn it!” You tug him further up the rock, water drowning out everything else. You tuck your foot into a small groove in the rock and curl your left hand around your right, fists curled tight. You bring your arms above your head, heart pounding, blood pumping through your ears.
It’s all you can hear.
Bah-dump.
Bah-dump.
Breath in.
….
….
….
And out.
Your fists hit Fili’s chest with a hard, resounding thud. He doesn’t move. You can’t summon enough energy.
It’s not enough. You’re not enough. You can’t do it. You can’t save him. You let him become lost.
“No! Goddamn it! NO!” You hit his chest hard, one hit after another.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“I will not let you leave!”
One last try. One last time.
One last chance.
Your hand slams against Fili’s chest so hard something in your hand cracks, but you have less than a second to process this new pain when Fili finally coughs a choked, garbled gasp back to life. Water pours from his mouth as he hysterically tries to draw a breath in and you almost sink with relief back into the water. Shouts come from the shore, and a rope is thrown out into the air. You miss catching it by centimeters as your vision starts to swim, colors melting together. The rope is drawn in quickly, but is thrown out a second time just as fast, and this time it comes close enough to where you can grab it on the water before it’s washed away. Blackness creeps slowly across your vision and you violently shake your head, trying to rid your vision of the darkness. You slip the rope under Fili’s waist and tie a knot as tight as you can before you sling Fili’s arm over your shoulder. You wrap the rope once, then twice around your hand before you give a tug, and gently lower yourself and a very disoriented Fili into the water.
The pair of you are dragged to shore through the choppy and churning waters, and as soon as your back touches sand and Fili is taken away, you let yourself fall away to the dangerous land of sleep. The pains of your injuries catch up to you, and for a moment, just before you slip off, you smile.
This is it.
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“(Y/N) NO!”
The last thing any of the dwarves expected was to see you dive in after Fili.
“What is she DOING?” Thorin shouts, quickly rushing down the slope of the path and to the shoreline, the rest of the dwarves following suit. Bilbo shoves your cloak into the crook of his arm and slings your bag over his shoulder, quickly bounding down the path after the dwarves, and leaving all your weapons behind.
“She’s the only one that can swim!” Bilbo cries as he reaches the wet sand of the river beach. “She’s trying to get Fili!”
“Gather the rope! Watch the waters!” Thorin shouts as he runs about the beach quickly snatching up rope before the others can ever reach it. Everyone sees your head break the waves for just a second before you’re pulled back under. Ori starts to cry as he winds the rope, but he doesn’t let the others see, quickly wiping away the tears with his wet mittens.
Bilbo doesn’t see the second time you make it above the water, but the others do. You are so close to grabbing Fili before you’re slammed against a rock and fall to the waves again.
“Follow them down the river! Don’t let them out of your sight!” The frantic dwarves snatch up the rope as fast as they can, and just as quickly you appear again, farther down the river, with Fili in tow.
“She’s got Fili!” Kili cries as he sprints ahead of the group, rope gripped tightly in his hands. “Fili isn’t breathing!” Bilbo looks out at the river and onto the rock where you and Fili are perched, trying to see the rise and fall of Fili’s chest.
There is none.
You seem to take realization to this yourself, because you raise your fist and hit it hard against Fili’s chest. Bilbo winces as he catches up to everyone else.
“(Y/N)! YOU NEED TO BRING HIM BACK!” Thorin yells, but his voice is quickly snatched and whisked about and away by the wind. Everyone sees you pause as you look over Fili’s chest, but when you see nothing, you continue to try and beat the water out of his lungs. Your lips are moving, quickly, and tears are spilling out of your eyes, but you don’t stop.
The entire company watches in horror as Fili, the beloved dwarf prince, lays still and silent up on that rock.
You still too, yelling something to the wind, cursing at the water for what it’s done. Bilbo thinks that you’re about to give up when you find a notch in the rock and ground yourself in it, bringing your fists, one hand curled around the other, high into the air. The hit against Fili’s chest jostles him, but there’s still no reaction. Kili falls to his knees, all air leaving him, the sight of you, covered in your own watery blood, trying to bring the air, the life, back into Fili rips away all composure that he had.
You hit at Fili’s chest, over and over.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
You cry out something to the wind, Bilbo isn’t sure if it’s directed at Fili, or at whatever god you worship, but you cry out. You yell out fiercely and angrily, and bring your fist down, one last time.
Fili’s eyes snap open and his chest heaves upwards as he chokes out the water in his lungs. The dwarves break out into cheers and cries of happiness as they see Fili try to lift his waterlogged head to look around.
“Cast out the rope. Cast it out!” Thorin yells at nobody in particular, eyes trained on his nephew. Bofur gathers the end of the rope and throws it out as far as he can, and it makes it just barely to you, when you sway, just a bit, and shake your head.
“Somethings wrong!” Bofur cries as he throws the rope out again, and this time you catch it on the surface of the water. Kili falls back and sits, eyes wide as you bind the rope around his brothers waist, and then your own hand. The rope shakes as you tug it, and Bilbo feels his heart leap up into his throat as you lower yourself and Fili into the water. Thorin and Dwalin are quick behind Bofur as they start to draw you in, fighting against the raging current of the water.
Your wet and limp bodies are dragged onto the sand, and Fili is quickly whisked away to the small fire that was built during the commotion. Bilbo stands still, not quite sure what to do, now that everything and everyone is back on land, when he sees you, limp and heavy with river water, lying still on the sandy beach, breathing slowly. Too slowly.
“Bo-..” Bilbo cuts himself off as he watches you stop breathing. “Someone!” Bofur comes running over and after Bilbo as he runs over to you. The duo drags you further upshore and when they pull their hands away, they’re slick with blood.
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“I’m alright, really. Just a headache, that’s all.” Fili mumbles as he swats away the prying hands of Oin. “I’m really okay, nothing happened. Got no aches and pains. Just a headache.” Oin doesn’t look convinced, and neither does anyone else, but Fili still stands and shakes himself off. “Where’s (Y/N)?”
“(Y/N)?” Kill questions. “She’s laying on the beach, over there…” Kili’s sentence is drawn out and then cut off when everyone turns to look at the beach, and supposedly you, but when they see not you, but a deep red stain and a trail of blood leading further upward, the company is back in a panic.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Fili tries to step forward but Oin pushes him back.
“Kili, watch him, don’t let him stand.” Kili nods but Oin doesn’t see it as he’s already taking off to you, Bilbo and Bofur.
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“Move back! Out of the way!” Orders Oin as he pushes past the crowd of dwarves. Bilbo and Bofur are pressing hard on bleeding wounds, trying to staunch the flow of blood. “Is she breathing?” Oin quickly crouches down and strains to here Bofur’s answer, his horn out of his reach.
“She……… breathing aga…. bad …. Help her!” Your chest rises and falls, each breath a wheeze past your lips. Your eyelids are just barely fluttering open, eyes darting around trying to see, but Oin doesn’t think that you can really even understand what you’re seeing, not with the bruise blossoming on your temple.
“Back up! Give me some space to work!” Oin grabs the collar of your shirt and starts to rip the fabric apart and, in an effort to preserve your modesty, Thorin orders everyone away and turns his own head, but doesn’t leave.
Poor Bilbo and Bofur can’t leave their posts, they have to keep pressure on your wounds, so they just turn their heads up and pray that you won’t kill them when you wake.
Oin finishes pulling back your shirt and quickly finds the sources of the bleeding, moving Bilbo and Bofur’s hands quickly enough to pull up your undershirt. A long slice across the side of your rib cage has mostly clotted itself with blood, so Oin relieves Bofur of his duties. Thorin casts a quick, concerned glance down, and when he sees that you are, in fact, not exposed, he opens Oin’s medical bag and sits where Bofur was. The needle and thread were quick to find, and a quick call to the retreating Bofur brings back the cleanest water possible from the river.
On the other side of your body, Bilbo is holding a deep, sluggishly bleeding wound. The wound has clotted itself enough to where you wouldn’t bleed out everywhere, but Bilbo’s second pair of hands were needed.
“It’s a puncture wound, probably from a broken branch. Bilbo, in my bag, there are a pair of tweezers. Get them.” Bilbo pales at the prospect of having to dig around in your wound for left over bits of branch, but he does so anyways. Once the tweezers have been retrieved, Oin shifts on the balls of his feet and places two gentle hands around your wound. “Okay, Bilbo. As soon as I break the clot, I need you to quickly try and find if there is any forgein object in the wound. If there is, you need to use the tweezers to get it out.” If it was possible, Bilbo pales further, and adopts a sort of greenish undertone at the thought of having to put his fingers inside a gaping stomach wound.
“O-okay. Okay.” Thorin looks up from the suturing of your wound and sees a very pale and very green Bilbo, and a rather calm Oin.
“Oin do you need me to do it?” Asks Thorin as he eyes Bilbo’s shaking hands. Oin follows Thorin’s line of eyesight and sighs when the shaking in Bilbo’s hands increase.
“Yes, that would probably be for the best. Bilbo, can you take over for Thorin?” Oin speaks as if he’s talking to a child, and on most days, Bilbo would be quite offended. But now, he has never been so grateful to sew up someone else’s wound. Thorin and Bilbo quickly switch spots, and Bilbo is fast to occupy himself with stitching up the last half of your wound.
“Okay, Thorin. Did you hear what I told Bilbo? We need to move fast. I don’t have the medicine to prevent from infection, this needs to be done now.” Thorin breaths out a quick short breath, but nods. “Okay. Three, two, one, go!”
Thorin’s idea of a nice, peaceful and pleasant afternoon was sitting in a nice, comfortable chair, with his pipe in hand and warm fire roaring, which is probably the exact opposite of what he is doing now. Never once did Thorin ever think that he would have to almost dissect the wound of a member of his company to look for bits of wood lodged in the four inch deep stomach wound. The tip of his finger catch on a jagged bit of something, and he quickly pulls his hand away to grab the tweezers. As soon as he starts to pull the wood shard out of your stomach, your eyes snap open and you let out a disoriented scream of pain. Your back arches and your hands try to push away Thorin’s. Oin calls out for Bofur, who was standing just a ways away.
“I need you to hold her down! Hold her down!”
“Real sorry lassie, I’m real sorry.” Bofur can’t help but apologize as he grabs your wrists and drags them above your head, keeping your arms firmly planted in the sand while Thorin pulls the rest of the wood out of your flesh. The wood shard was long and jagged, bits of wood turnt downward as if they got caught in the skin and then broken off. You relax, now fully (or as much as you could be with what is probably a nasty concussion) awake, eyes darting around. Your chest heaves as you try and take in a breath, and all the while Bofur is trying to calm you and reassure you as he sees Oin tell Thorin to make sure there isn’t any wood left in your wound. “You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” Thorin looks up at Bofur, and then down at you, and internally apologizes.
“Bofur. Be ready.” Bofur nods and steels himself. “Ready? Three, two, one.”
-
White hot pain. Searing pain, spreading like fire across your torso.
“Stop! Stop it!” The pain doesn’t stop.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.
Somewhere there is a voice trying to soothe you, to calm you down.
It isn’t working.
Something is holding your hands down. What’s happening?
Your can feel your back arch and twist, trying to pull away from whatever is causing the pain, the pain that won’t go away. Your legs dig into the sand and you toss your head back and forth, trying to get away get away get away.
“Please, make it stop!” You sob, and then, to your sudden and blissful relief, it stops.
Your body drops to the sand, sagging in relief, and you feel your eyes close, though there is no difference in the light. Your heart is pounding, and your chest is heaving, but you feel yourself fall asleep, with no end in sight.
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Word Count: 3308
THERE WILL BE A PART TWO. I was going to continue this part (I am on google docs) but its hella late rn, its 317 and I would like to go to bed. PART TWO WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW (today but whatever), SO STAY TUNED!!!! Thank you for reading!
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Defense Against Your Inability to Respect Curfew
pairing: draco x goldentriofriend!reader
warnings: just draco being possessive i guess. also mild mild mild torture i guess, umbridge’s detention punishment is mentioned
request: yes! thanks anon!
summary: reader is friends with golden trio and draco decides to mess with her, then realizes he’s gone too far and realizes that he’s just jealous
a/n: i always have difficulties writing stories like these ones because as the author, you walk such a fine line between making possessiveness cute and making it controlling and abusive, so i apologize if this fic isn’t as brash as other jealousy centered ones. i’m gonna try and keep it a little more vanilla than the way the usual fics treat this kinda thing. possessive bfs in real life suck ass if they get too controlling lol also i put the reader in Slytherin, i apologize if the person who requested this wanted it some other way!
word count: 1,673
Y/N’s least favorite class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, by far. In all of her other classes, she was at least with her Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends. However, DADA was her only class shared with the Gryffindors, something she had mixed feelings about.
She never really felt like she fit in with her fellow Slytherins–they were all so judgmental, and since she was muggleborn, stuff was even worse for her. For the most part, the goons of Slytherin left her to her own devices, something she was generally thankful about, but she was lonely.
And then there was the fierce rivalry between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, something that made DADA even worse. She had yet to make any friends in that class as everyone from the other house just assumed that she was prejudiced. No one ever asked what her blood status really was–after seeing her green tie, they decided they could deduce the answer for themselves.
In a stroke of luck one day, Neville Longbottom was reprimanded for goofing off too much with his table, and Umbridge “asked” him to switch places with Y/N, allowing her to free herself of Draco Malfoy’s constant criticism. She gratefully accepted the switch, moving her items and settling in next to Harry Potter and the rest of his friends.
That was all it took. Within one afternoon, Y/N made quick friends with the Golden Trio and the rest was history. Suddenly she was sitting at the Gryffindor table for meals, laughing with them in the halls during break, and even sneaking into their common room to spend the night with Hermione and Ginny on weekends.
Life was good, but as time went on and she grew closer to the group, she began to notice a certain blond paying more attention to her.
Draco Malfoy had hardly given her the time of day when she was next to him in DADA, something she didn’t mind all that much. Before she had started eating with the Gryffindors, Y/N often found herself sitting to Draco’s right, but he rarely acknowledged her apart from the occasional shy smile and nod.
But one late Friday night, all that changed. She was quietly sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room after playing a very competitive game of Monopoly with Ron and the twins, conscious of the fact that she was way past curfew. She had heard of the new inquisitorial squad created to assist Umbridge, but she had never been caught by them on all her midnight escapades and assumed her lucky would hold up,
Quick spoiler: it didn’t.
She was lucky enough to make it back to her own common room, but she wasn’t alone. A figure sat in an armchair near a dying fire, twirling a wand around his fingers.
“Y/L/N.”
Y/N jumped at the sound of Malfoy’s drawled words.
“How nice of you to finally return to your own house,” he began, eyeing his wand. He had stopped spinning it now.
“I’m sorry,” she responded. “I fell asleep in the library studying for-”
“You seriously expect me to believe that?” Malfoy cut in. “You think I haven’t noticed where you’ve been?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she pushed back. The Slytherin part of her knew that playing dumb was the only feasible option.
“Oh, I think you do.” He turned to face her, his eyes ablaze with the reflection of the fire. “You know exactly what I’m referring to. There’s nothing stopping me from hauling you down to Umbridge’s office right now,”
Y/N froze. Of course. She’d completely forgotten that he was part of Umbitch’s prized squad.
“There’s no proof,” Y/N shot back. “And I’m going to bed. I bet she’d like to know how you found me outside, after curfew, when it wasn’t even your shift.”
She firmly set her jaw before turning on her heel and retreating to her room.
Next time, I’ll just sleep over she promised herself.
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Naga Boyfriend: Yaruth (Part Two)
The story continues! Are you excited to see more of Yaruth?
Female Reader x Male Monster
I had said something off the cuff, not expecting any sort of response from it than a roll of the eyes or a laugh. I hadn’t expected Yaruth to take my joke of an offer seriously. Yet he did. He seemed proud of it as well, a big smile on his face and everything.
“I accept your proposal,” he repeats. He taps my cheek. “Hello? Are you still there?”
I blink and my senses seem to come back to me. “Excuse me.” I stand up and tumble and waddle around the pillow and blanket filled room. “Is there a way out? Over here? I’m ready to go home now.”
Yaruth grabs my wrist again as I tumble into the soft fluff of the room. “Why do you want to leave after having just proposed.”
“I was joking!” I snap at him. “I was trying to say something to turn you off but apparently you’re much stranger than I thought!”
Yaruth scoops me up and sets me down on a pillow before him. “Is it strange to want something so much you’d do anything?”