#Paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars!

[comingyourlugubriousness]

"Paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars..."

I'm really proud of this piece, the profiles came out very distinct! I also love Idia's hair but hate rendering it. But you guys know:

But seriously I did have fun working on my own stuff for the first time in a while; I hope y'all enjoy. (Also the constellation of the pillow is the one for Pegasus!)

#nightlight and starshine #twst mc #twisted wonderland #twst oc #idia shroud #disney twisted wonderland #yume ume #oc x canon #yuusona #myart #pumpkinart #💀⭐ #Paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars! #sleepy time so no glasses for yume #idia shroud x oc

[limehaspassed]

A Peaceful Reintroduction

to Normalcy

(Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader)

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In which you greet Thomas as he comes back from a long day at the slaughterhouse.

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It was always later on in the night that Thomas got home, his job holding him well beyond what they paid him. He was an honest butcher, a man who made his living by serving other people. It was a grueling and difficult job, disregarding the smell of the animals, the looks he got from others were the most effective when it came to fueling his embarrassment and shame, two emotions that would build into resentment as the years passed.

He would usually come home from work and take a shower, eat dinner, then head to bed. However, that was before, now, things were different, especially with the introduction of his newly wedded wife.

All that resentment Thomas would feel at the end of the day would be washed away the second his eyes ever laid upon her graceful figure. She was a beauty, a gem, in his life. Amidst all the muck and unsanitary conditions in which Thomas was forced to survive in, she was his cleanliness, his peacefulness, and his liveliness. She made his life worth living, she made his hours at the butcher house mean something because he was providing for a woman like none other.

“You can head on home now, Hewitt. The shop is closed for the day.” The head boss spoke in a laid back voice, the slightest hint of annoyance barely peeking through.

Thomas slammed his knife into the table, wedging it between that supple and soft wood. He turned around and faced the boss, giving nothing more than a disgruntled huff. He then took his turn and left the place, heading home to his wife who has been worrying over him all day long.

The road was long and the sun was blazing. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, around her smaller frame and hold her so close that he could smell that sweet perfume she always wore-an artifact she kept with her when she moved in. How he yearned for that moment, when his walk was done and he was met with her vibrant smile, that warm and endearing expression.

The sun only grew hotter as night began to fall, emitting as many rays of heat as it could before it quickly fell behind the horizon. The moon replaced the sun's absence, shining in a paler and cooler manner. Thomas liked it when the night would descend, he enjoyed watching the stars and the clouds move up within that vast sky. He would watch them so closely, it sometimes felt as if the stars were tickling his nose, absolutely buzzing with a gleeful joy.

“Tommy!” Her voice came from the distance the second he stepped foot into the front lawn. “Oh, Tommy, you’re home.” She cried with joy.

Thomas watched as she flew down the stairs and ran across the yard, jumping into his arms with a gleeful squeal. “Your home, my dear. I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you all day. We’ve got so much to discuss, so many things to do.” She rambled, squeezing Thomas tightly against herself. She pulled away after a moment and reached a hand up towards his cheek, gently running her thumb over the textured skin.

“You know,” She started, her voice much calmer than before. “I love you, Thomas.”

Thomas nodded and leaned against her hand, an action that caused a smile to erupt on her face. She giggled and eventually pulled her hand away, replacing it with her lips, giving him a gentle kiss upon his cheek, masked in leather.

“How about we go inside and get you cleaned up. Then we can read a bit. I found a new book that I’ve been dying to read to you. You’ll love it for sure, my dear.” She explained, taking his hand and leading him inside.

Thomas simply followed, a lovestruck look on his face as he watched the girl walk before him, a bright smile ever so present on her beautiful face.

“I…love….you….”

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Thank you for reading, loves 🖤

#fluff #thomas hewitt #gender nuetral reader #thomas hewitt x reader #slashers #thomas hewitt x you #texas chainsaw the beginning #slasher community #slashers x reader #slasher

[bluearc009]

A Girl Worth Fighting For

Army: For a long time, we've been marching off to battle Yang: In our thund'ring herd, We feel a lot like cattle Army: Like the pounding beat, Our aching feet aren't easy to ignore

Neptune: Hey, think of instead A girl worth fighting for

Jaune:Huh? Neptune: That's what I said: a girl worth fighting for

I want her paler than the moon With eyes that shine like stars

Yang: My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars

Ren: I couldn't care less what she'll wear or what she looks like

It all depends on what she cooks like Beef, pork, chicken... Mmm...

Yang: Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer

Neptune: And I'll bet the ladies love a man in armor

Army: You can guess what we have missed the most since we went off to war Neptune: What do we want? Army: A girl worth fighting for

Yang: My girl will think I have no faults Ren: That I'm a major find

Jaune: Uh... How 'bout a girl who's got a brain

Who always speaks her mind? Yang, Neptune, and Ren:Nah! Neptune: My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her Yang: He thinks he's such a lady killer

Peter: I have a girl back home who's unlike any other Yang: Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother Army: But when we come home in victory they'll line up at the door Neptune: What do we want? Army: A girl worth fighting for

Neptune: Wish that I had All: A girl worth fighting for A girl worth fighting-

#jaune arc #yang xiao long #neptune vasilias #lie ren #ruby rose #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #jessica cruz #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #mulan #parody #rwby #greenlight volume 10

[firstmansthirdwife]

I recently watched Mulan and have the song A Girl Worth Fighting For stuck in my head (If you couldn't tell from my recent posts) and I imagine Once Piece characters singing my favorite parts ->

(Yes I added myself because I fucking adore the characters and this song 🤭)

Sanji: "Hey! Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for~"

Straw Hats: "Huh?"

Sanji: "That's what I said, a girl worth fighting for~"

Sanji and me: "I want her paler than the moon, with eyes that shine like stars~"

Zoro and Usopp: "My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars"

Luffy: "I couldn't care less what she'll wear, or what she looks like...It all depends on what she cooks like! Beef, pork, chicken,"

Straw Hats: "Mmh"

Buggy: "My girl will think I have no faults, that I'm a major find~" (My poor baby boy😭)

Usopp: "I've a girl back home who's unlike any other,"

Zoro whispering to the others: "Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother..." (Poor Usopp 💀)

#one piece #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #usopp #monkey d. luffy #buggy the clown #a girl worth fighting for mulan

[memovia]

The winds tickling his cheeks was the first thing he noticed. The second is the sound of a starskiff engine. The third is the familiar shape of his Foxian friend, Baiheng.

When his mind finally caught up to his current situation, Yinyue Jun blinks a few times. He rubs his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from a lack of sleep. The grogginess still lingers, but shortly it will fade away.

Then, Yinyue Jun realizes he wasn't dreaming at all.

"...Baiheng, my shooting star, did you kidnap me from my office?" Yinyue Jun asks bluntly, making sure his voice could be heard over the noise.

He must have been really out of it to have not noticed the Foxian earlier. Or he had complete trust in Baiheng to not harm him at his most vulnerable. A friend he trusted and feels safe with.

But seriously, Yinyue Jun debated whether or not to revoke his friendship with Baiheng.

However, the idea of seeing the Preceptors red in the face once he returns is definitely worth keeping his friendship with Baiheng. No one can harm her, and Yinyue Jun will be damned if he allowed it.

unprompted. | always accepting!

【 — ➢ 】 She could tell that he was overworked when she saw him. His ocean eyes had lost its light and his complexion— paler than white. Bai Heng waved her hand in front of his face rapidly, but received no reaction from the Vidyadhara. Wow, he was really out of it, huh? The Foxian mused to herself. She circled around him for a moment before halting, her ears perked up at a sudden idea that popped up within her mind.

He needed a break, and if that was what he needed then she would give it!

Bai Heng dragged the dazed Yinyue Jun out of that stuffy place and onto her starskiff. Buckling him down for safety, she also put goggles on him to keep the dust out from his beautiful eyes. She climbed into her seat after, revving the engine to a start before taking off.

The breeze would make him feel a bit more refreshed. It was what she did whenever she felt weary. The pilot started their ascend towards the stars, until the navy canvas was spread across their vision and the Xianzhou Luofu became smaller and smaller.

" ...Baiheng, my shooting star, did you kidnap me from my office?"

The abrupt voice made her turn. White hues softened at the memorable expression on his face whilst she let out a warm, cheeky laugh.

❝ Oh come on, Yinyue! I practically escorted you out without any resistance from the High Elder, himself! ❞

Regardless of which, she could not afford to let him stay there any longer. That much, she knew.

Bai Heng's flight path eventually plateaued as soon as they reached a feasible height. Yu Yan ( her starskiff ) soon began its deceleration and when the time was deemed right, she turned the engine off. The winds would guide them from here on out.

❝ The Preceptors are pushing you too hard, it makes me angry. ❞ She paused for a moment, her gaze hardening as she spoke. Even if he had many responsibilities to carry out, it was important to pace oneself.

❝ So let us rebel for a night. I don't like seeing you like this... ❞ like an empty and tired husk, a body of still water, worked to the bone by those people.

The Yinyue she wanted to see was gentle, full of life, beautiful and soothing like the calm, rippling waves of an ocean.

Her words stopped at that. Bai Heng's gaze remained forward, mellow yet determined. And now, the only sounds left between them was their breathing and the soft whispers of the wind.

A wish from the shooting star to the moon. | @shining-gem34.

#I AM EMOTIONAL AND CRYING AS I WRITE THIS GODNAD KJNDAKJa #SOSBSSNJKAj #I HOPE U LIKE HUUUU #✧ bai heng. | ic. #✧ bai heng. | replied.

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Mulan (1998) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 80+ lyrics from the 1998 version of Mulan to use for your enjoyment!      

Honor To Us All 1.      “This is what you give me to work with? Well, honey, I’ve seen worse.”

2.      “We are gonna turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse.”

3.      “We’ll have you washed and dried, primped and polished til you glow with pride.”

4.      “Trust my recipe for instant bride.”

5.      “You’ll bring honor to us all.”

6.      “Wait and see, when we’re through boys will gladly go to war for you.”

7.      “A girl can bring her family great honor in one way.”

8.      “Men want girls with good taste.”

9.      “We all must serve our emperor who guards us from the Huns. A man by bearing arms, a girl by bearing sons.”

10.   “When we’re through, you can’t fail.”

11.   “How could any fellow say no sale?”

12.   “Now add a cricket just for luck and even you can’t blow it.”

13.   “Ancestors, hear my plea. Help me not to make a fool of me.”

14.   “Keep my father standing tall.”

15.   “Scarier than the undertaker we are meeting our matchmaker.”

16.   “Please look kindly on these cultured pearls.”

17.   “Please bring honor to us all.”

 Reflection

18.   “Look at me, I will never past for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter.”

19.   “Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?”

20.   “Now I see that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”

21.   “Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?”

22.   “Why is my reflection someone I don’t know.”

23.   “Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”

24.   “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”

 Make A Man Out Of You

25.   “Lets get down to business to defeat the Huns.”

26.   “Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?”

27.   “You’re the saddest bunch I ever met, but you can bet before we’re through, Mister I’ll make a man out of you.”

28.   “Once you find your center, you are sure to win.”

29.   “You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot and you haven’t got a clue.”

30.   “Somehow I’ll make a man out of you.”

31.   “I’m never gonna catch my breath.”

32.   “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”

33.   “Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym.”

34.   “This guy’s got ‘em scared to death.”

35.   “Hope he doesn’t see right through me.”

36.   “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”

37.   “We must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon.”

38.   “Heed my every order and you might survive.”

39.   “You’re unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up, go home. You’re through.”

40.   “How could I make a man out of you?”

 A Girl Worth Fighting For

41.   “For a long time we’ve been marching into battle.”

42.   “In our thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle.”

43.   “Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”

44.   “Think of instead a girl worth fighting for.”

45.   “I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars.”

46.   “My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars.”

47.   “I couldn’t care less what she’ll wear or what she looks like. It all depends on what she cooks like beef, pork, chicken.”

48.   “Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer.”

49.   “I’ll bet the ladies love a man in armor.”

50.   “You can guess what we have missed the most since we went off to war.”

51.   “My girl will think I have no faults.”

52.   “How ‘bout a girl who’s got a brain who always speaks her mind?”

53.   “My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her.”

54.   “He thinks he’s such a lady-killer.”

55.   “I’ve a girl back home who’s unlike any other.”

56.   “The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”

57.   “When we come home in victory, they’ll line up at the door.”

 True To Your Heart

58.   “I knew at once that you were meant for me.”

59.   “Deep in my soul I know that I’m your destiny.”

60.   “Don’t think so much. Let your heart decide.”

61.   “I see your future and it’s tied to mine.”

62.   “I look in your eyes and see you searching for a sign.”

63.   “You’ll never fall til you let go.”

64.   “Don’t be so scared of what you don’t know.”

65.   “You must be true to your heart.”

66.   “That’s when the heavens will part and shower you with my love.”

67.   “Open your eyes. Your heart can tell you no lies.”

68.   “When you’re true to your heart, I know it’s gonna lead you straight to me.”

69.   “Someone you know is on your side can set you free.”

70.   “I can do that for you if you believe in me.”

71.   “Why second guess what feels so right?”

72.   “Just trust your heart and you’ll see the light!”

73.   “Your heart knows what’s good for you.”

74.   “Let your heart show you the way.”

75.   “My heart is driving me to where you are.”

76.   “You won’t get lost with your heart to guide you.”

77.   “When things are getting crazy and you don’t know where to start, keep on believing.”

  Reflection (single)

78.   “You may think you see who I really am, but you’ll never know me.”

79.   “Every day it’s as if I play a part.”

80.   “If I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.”

81.   “I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in.”

82.   “Somehow I will show the world what’s inside my heart and be loved for who I am.”

83.   “Must I pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

84.   “There’s a heart that must be free to fly that burns with a need to know the reason why.”

85.   “Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel?”

86.   “Must there be a secret me that I’m forced to hide?”

87.   “I won’t pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #lyric meme #disney meme #mulan

[sublimeenemykryptonite]

"For a long time we've been marching off to battle

In our thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle

Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore

Hey, think of instead

A girl worth fighting for

(Huh?) That's what I said

A girl worth fighting for

I want her paler than the moon

With eyes that shine like stars

My girl will marvel at my strength

Adore my battle scars

I couldn't care less what she'll wear

Or what she looks like

It all depends on what she cooks like

Beef, pork, chicken, mmh

Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer

And I'll bet the ladies love a man in armor

You can guess what we have missed the most

Since we went off to war

What do we want?

A girl worth fighting for

My girl will think I have no faults

That I'm a major find

Uh, how 'bout a girl who's got a brain

Who always speaks her mind? (Nah)

My manly ways and turn of phrase

Are sure to thrill her

He thinks he's such a lady killer, huh

I've a girl back home who's unlike any other

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother

But when we come home in victory they'll line up at the door

What do we want?

A girl worth fighting for

Wish that I had

A girl worth fighting for

A girl worth fighting"

[yandereloveraw]

My ocs describe their ideal partner/y/n:

Pinkie, about Atisuto (her wife): I want her paler than the moon, with eyes that shine like stars~

Archie: My girl/boy will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars. 😌

Xavier: I couldn't care less what they'll wear or what they look like. It all depends on what they cook like beef, pork, or chicken. Mmm~ 🤤

(Lyrics from 'A Girl Worth Fighting For' from Disney's Mulan)

#my ocs x y/n #yandere werewolf oc #yandere pyromaniac oc #yandere wives ocs #Mulan movie #minors please dni #incorrect lyrics quotes #lyrics quotes #incorrect oc quotes #Source: Disney's Mulan #music #my ocs

[thiscryptidischronicallyyours]

Sokka: I want her paler than the moon

With eyes that shine like stars

Sokka: Wish that I had

A girl worth fighting for

#avatar the last airbender #incorrect avatar the last airbender quotes #sokka #that’s rough buddy #atla sukki #princess yue #mulan #still paler than the moon #eyes still shine like stars #a girl worth fighting for

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

everytime i listen to ‘girl worth fighting for’ now, when it gets to “paler than the moon, with eyes that shine like stars” i think of

(images from @thelostsmiles)

#incorrect-ironstrange #stephen strange #doctor strange #mcu #marvel #ironstrange #mulan #paler than the moon #with eyes that shine like stars

[comingyourlugubriousness]

CBD for the nerds!! 🥺❤️

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Yume:

For personality wise Yume admire's Idia's dedication, creativity passion for his hobbies and projects, and how he can be very thoughtful/considerate about the people he chooses to cares about. And also what a good big bro he is to Ortho!

They also appreciate his intelligence and quick wit. The two of them can converse and banter back and forth easily, without it feeling like they have to try to hard. Though, that's not to say that their blind to his flaws. Just that they can understand where those flaws come from, and recognize that some of those flaws they have to work on too. I think slowly they both help each other become more accepting of themselves.

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Mmm aesthetically I think Yume just finds Idia's whole look neat! They think he's interesting and eye-catching and love his hair a lot. (One of their fav things is how it changes like a mood ring lol). A lot of features Idia doesn't like about himself or that other people might not find appealing Yume does, simply because they’re Idia's features!

(For example they might find Floyds sharp tooth grin menacing at times but they think Idia's is endearing.)

Yume is the type of person, I think, where the more they like a person the more attractive their features get because they associate those features with their loved one. That doesn't mean they won't occasionally joke lovingly about chain chomp teeth or rapidash hair. But they always let Idia know their joking, and he starts to know the difference between their teasing.

Me and @bunnwich have joked that Yume loves Idia's looks like that one line from a girl worth fighting for. "Paler than the moon; with eyes that shine like stars''

Idia:

Personality wise I think Idia admires Yume's optimism. How, despite the really shitty situations they find themselves in they still try to make the best of it; but that they don't sugarcoat the hardships and can quite often use logic/common sense to find a solution. Also that unlike him Yume doesn't judge people as quickly or harshly. That they are willing to look at something from another perspective and try to understand them before criticizing. He also appreciates their passion for their personal hobbies, shared interests, skills, and creativity. And like Yume appreciates that it doesn't take much effort at all to talk to them or enjoy being around them. And he enjoys having someone that he can both explain Ortho's new tech he upgraded but also someone he can send an obscure meme to and they know the reference.

Aesthetic wise I don't imagine that Idia is very picky in the looks department, he seems like the type of person who would just be happy/surprised that anyone was interested in him. (Though that isn't to say he has no standards at all). Similar to Yume, a lot of things that they are self conscious about he finds endearing. While he has a more lanky skinny, Yume is shorter and chubby. And he likes that a lot, he thinks their way better to hold/hug then he is. To him I think it seems very much like 'opposites attract', but that's only on surface level. Deep down I think they have a lot in common.

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C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Yume:

They are no stranger to feeling down and panic attacks. I think it depends on the situation. Sometimes Yume knows that Idia just needs to be alone to sulk when he's feeling down. (that's just the kind of person he is.) but other times just being around and letting him know that they are there for him is enough. I imagine they just sit together and do their own thing a lot, just enjoying the company. Then there are other times when Yume just holds him and reassures him that it will eventually be all right, but until then he can be sad and they'll still be here! Their go to when he's feeling bad is to probably play a game or something together to get his mind off it.

For panic attacks Yume finds that touch works best to keep Idia grounded, along with being completely logical and reassuring. It's a bit of a contrast but it works. Holding his hand, hugging, or even kisses helps distract him from a negative thought spiral! Then they calmly reassure him that everything is fine and if they're somewhere in public, try and get them alone and call Ortho as he has much more experience dealing with Idia's panic attacks.

Idia:

I imagine when Yume's feeling down it's similar to watching a kitten in pain and he hates it. (He occasionally is worried that he's the reason Yume is upset and will be relieved when they tell him it's not). If what's causing them to be sad is something he can fix/solve he will 100% start doing it immediately.  But if it's not well...he's definitely a little awkward about it, but he does his best to cheer Yume up and distract them from whatever is making them sad. He's supposed to be the depressing gloomy one in the relationship!!...jk...

He'll probably make a few bad jokes like that but, he also understands that sometimes sadness doesn't have a reason and can come out of nowhere. So it's fine, they aren't some actual bright eye'd anime protag who can just bounce back from everything all the time, they are a real person that he cares about, so, even if it's not his expertise...he'll do what he can. If he fails he'll try to get Ortho to cheer them up too!

As for panic attacks, like we all know he's no stranger to them. But strangely I hc that when someone close to him is having a panic attack or breakdown that Idia is...strangely competent? (like going into big brother mode to help Ortho.) That is, After the initial surprise/realization that Yume is having a panic attack.

I imagine that after Yume has particularly vivid visions/dreams that leave them upset and panicked, he's good at talking softly to them and making them feel safe.

Like with their sadness he'll ask if there's anything they can do to fix it? (But he probably won't get a response out of them). And if he can't he will probably just sit with them and hold them if they want and reassure them that it's gonna be okay. And if they respond well to that, they might pull up silly cute videos of animals to distract them. If he can't help them out at all then he'd call Yume's brother to help him out.

Also, If anyone tries to approach them while Yume is having a panic attack he might be really rude and tell them to go away. (But he just doesn't want them to be overwhelmed/embarrassed about it.)

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Honestly...sometimes both of them get overwhelmed and exhausted thinking about the future. It can be touchy for both of them, they know they'll have to think about it. When and if Yume gets the chance to go home? Even if they did stay they have no life set up here? Idia worries that even if they did pick him they'd be stuck in the same cursed life/existence he has...

it's defintely a talk they both know they have to have but for now their just dumb, young and in love. And they should be allowed to have that and live in the moment for once, without worrying about the future. Ask game here

Here's a little messy sketch I did recently, I do traditional a lot quicker than I do digital:

#yume ume #twsted oc #yuusona #twst oc #idia x oc #oc x canon #yumexidia #nightlight and starshine #this got way to fucking long #I rarely post traditonal...but i thought this one was cute...maybe i could post more in the future? #twisted wonderland #im working through the others! slowly but surely i promise #i have a lot of thoughts about these two and its hard to sum it up in a few questions lol #i love thinking about complex relationship between characters #idk if the ask was for both of them but....i did it #myart #ignore the spelling mistakes #long post

[whosbelle]

tag drop. 

ignorem os posts abaixo, são de um antigo rpg. 

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ treat people with kindness ┊ inters . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ face paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars ┊ visage . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ sometimes you reach what’s real just by making believe ┊ musing . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ there is joy to be claimed in this world ┊ answered . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ i’ll be there for you cause you’re there for me too ┊ friendship . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ shout out to the old me ┊ pov . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ and i’m down i need somebody to talk to ┊ sms . #tags

[elles-writing]

Dragon Sickness

Thorin x reader

Based off on 'Imagine Thorin becoming a dragon after getting gold sickness'

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, though I'd be able to make it a whole series with how many ideas I got, but here it is as a one shot. You guessed the character, @iwenttomordor !!

I'll probably translate this fic to Czech, if I will be in a mood for it.

Taglist: @guardianofrivendell @anjhope1

Breathe in, breathe out.

All Thorin could see, was darkness. He had no idea where he was, or what happened. The only thing he knew, was that if he was still able to do something, anything, it would mean he was still fully by his senses.

He felt deep growl coming out of the back of his throat. He opened his eyes, but then blinked. There was brightness everywhere, and he had to groan again. Did Fili and Kili forgot to blow the candles, played another stupid prank on him, and he passed out? Or did he fell asleep, while telling them a bedtime story?

Thorin opened his eyes again, when he seen endless piles of gold, and that it was not cadle light, but the shine of gold inside Erebor, and that Fili and Kili were not dwarflings anymore, but adults. They went on the quest with him and joined the Company, and...

Thorin blinked. Why was he alone?

"Fili, Kili!"

He expected to hear echo of his voice, but instead, he heard only deep growl and royar. He quickly looked around, up and down.

Was Smaug still there?

Thorin carefully looked around, but he couldn't see anything, that would remind of the dragon, who entered the Mountain over sixty years ago.

He decided to carefully look around, to see if his nephews and the rest of the Company was alright, without waking up the dragon, if he was still there.

Thorin made a step, when he noticed a reflection, in a huge mirror, in thick gold frame.

It was a dragon, with dark brown, almost deep black body and wings, long and pointy tail, and icy blue eyes. The light created shadows and pools of light, dancing across the texture of the dragon's body, making it seem rough and yet somehow highly gentle, even delicate, as the fire of candles flickered with the beast's every move.

Thorin looked away, and deep royar shook the walls of Erebor.

I need to find my nephews, he thought. Panic started settling in him, as he realized Kili was mortally wounded, and Fili stayed with him.

I belong with my brother.

He also remembered you. You did got wounded, too - you broke your arm, during the escape from Mirkwood. As a human, your body was much more fragile.

Thorin felt like he was losing his mind. He didn't cared for the gold, or the Mountain, anymore.

And with another wall-shaking royar, the dark coloured, blue-eyed dragon flew up, and left the inner part of Lonely Mountain.

Bilbo looked over at Balin.

"Where-where did that dragon came from? I'm sure there was only-only Smaug before," he said in high-pitched voice, he would be embarrassed about on any other occasion. Balin sighed and looked to the direction, of where did the dragon disappeared.

"I do not know, Bilbo. Now we need to find Thorin, and make a plan what to do. We didn't counted there would be two dragons, instead of one."

As Bilbo was trying to process what happened (the hobbit seen a lot of things on the journey, but this was really something he did not count on), Thorin looked over the Laketown. He noticed the people escaping the burning ruines of their houses. Smell of burned wood, skin, hair, mixed with smell of water and something he recognized as human, dwarf, and elves, got into his nose. He felt the soft breeze, and for a second, he thought dragons perhaps aren't that bad. It was calm up there.

Thorin looked over the town, and noticed a small boat. When he realized there was the rest of the members of the Company (and Bard's children), he let out a relieved breath. He felt like a rock fell off of his heart.

As he wanted to yell out "You are alive!", so they would hear him, a powerful royar escaped him.

You looked up, as Fili nudged you.

"What is it, Fi?"

"There is another...dragon," Fili said. You frowned.

"No way, Fili, that's-" you looked up as Kili pointed towards the sky. At the same moment, a powerful royar shook your whole body. You shivered.

"W-what the-" You whispered, and clutched your injured arm.

"It's flying down!" Bofur yelled out.

"We need to get away-" Someone yelled, but it was far too late.

The dragon flew down, and it seemed like it was observing you. It let out occasional growls, along with watching you by it's huge blue eyes.

He looks like Thorin, you thought. There was the panic, that others gave you, but deep down, you were not afraid.

The creature tilted it's huge head, and it was as if it's eyes saddened. You got up and walked to the front of the boat, so you'd be closer to it. Bofur turned to you.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, lass-" The dragon let out a huff, and you softly pushed Bofur behind you.

"What are you doing here? Where did you came from?" You carefully said. The dragon growled out something, but then turned to Lonely Mountain. You guessed it probably was the direction, where did it came from.

"Are you going to...hurt us?" You whispered. The dragon shook it's head, firmly.

"Alright, um...why are you here?" The dragon's eyes gave you a little stern, but mostly relieved and flustrated look, and then they shifted to Fili and Kili.

"Thorin would be worried about them too," you though aloud, before you could stop it. The dragon huffed, and let out a groan, but his eyes seemed to light up.

"Thorin?" The dragon nodded his head. You looked back, to see if it was truth. There was no way this would be happening.

Kili was pale, as well as Fili. Tilda and Sigrid were eyeing the dragon - Thorin, and the rest of the Company seemed like they were about to faint.

Well, not really. They seemed to be just paler than usual. A lot paler.

"Thorin, you are-you are a dragon...but how?" You stared at him. He looked around, until he pointed towards simple golden necklace he gave you as a courting gift.

"Gold...D-do you mean the...the sickness?" You looked up.

Thorin simply nodded.

When you got safely to Erebor, you noticed the rest of the Company rushing towards you.

"Thank Mahal, you are alive!" Someone said.

"Did you see the dragon?" You nodded.

"Well, yeah. He's not dangerous." You replied in firm voice.

"Lassie, every dragon is dangerous," Balin said, as Oin looked over your injury again.

"This one is not, because...well, the 'dragon sickness'," you quoted,

"The dragon sickness is not really about obsession over gold. It transforms that person into a dragon, who is obsessed with gold," you said, as you looked over your shoulder. You wasn't sure where exactly Thorin was, at the moment.

"I understand, but why would you say that, lassie? We still haven't found Thorin yet," Dwalin looked at you. Before you could answer, small epcheeew made an echo in the hall, and a piece of the wall was covered with frost. You giggled.

"How did you do that?" Thorin dig his eyes into you, as if saying 'Don't ask, please,', and jumped up on your shoulder.

"Well, he found us." You muttered. Everyone stared at the dragon-Thorin in silence for a while.

As the evening approached and most of the Company went to sleep, Thorin, in his regular size, you guessed, was carefully walking on the piles of gold, and you just sat there. You sat there, because you could not sleep, and so that Thorin would not be lonely.

You watched Thorin, as he was walking around the room, in the endless river of gold.

"You know, maybe it's better you still have clear mind, Thorin," you said. Thorin turned to you and set his gaze on you, as if asked you to continue. And so, you did.

"I won't lie, I do not know how to break this...spell, or whatever it is," you said, and Thorin looked away, huffing.

"But at least you are alive, and have clear mind," He looked back at you, and his eyes seemed to soften a little. You got up.

"Well, look, if you'd like to...I got an idea," you offered. Thorin curiously looked at you.

"We could go out, neither of us can sleep anyways," Y/N said, and Thorin looked around.

"Well, you can change into the...more petite form," you said. Thorin huffed out.

I'm not a bird or a cat.

Y/N blinked. Did she just heard Thorin's voice in her head?

It was probably nothing.

"Let's get outside."

As they seated outside, on the top of the Mountain, her eyes were set on the starry sky.

Thorin's eyes slid over the starry sky, then down at Y/N. The breeze brushed her hair in a gentle, delicate motion.

He was glad he has Y/N as his One.

He suddenly felt the urge to fly, which he tried to deny, but then he flew up, and took Y/N with him.

You couldn't even scream at first, but then you felt as if you were falling down - when all of sudden, you fell on something firm, but warm.

You opened your eyes, slowly at first, but then you realized what happened.

Slowly, you looked over the edge of Thorin's dragon body, and your eyes widened.

You flew high, and though you couldn't see a lot, due to the darkness, you recognized some lights. But the real beauty started, when you looked up.

The stars seemed to be close, as if you would just reach up your arm, you would be able to touch them.

The clouds felt soft, but cold and wet. You closed your eyes, and let that feeling to go through your whole body, as Thorin flew through one of the clouds.

When you opened your eyes, you realized the clouds moved away, and so the moon was illuminating the landscape underneath you. You looked down, and watched the scenery in awe.

You had no idea how much time has passed, but honestly, you didn't cared. You felt safe with Thorin, even if he was locked up in the body of dragon.

When the sun started raising, Thorin flew down to the top of the Mountain again. You could barely keep your eyes open.

That was amazing, you thought. You felt like you heard Thorin's soft chuckle in your head.

Indeed, Amrâlime.

Y/N didn't had much time to think about it, before she fell asleep with the sounds of birds' song, lullying her and sending her to the land of dreams.

When she woken up, she realized one thing: warmth. Y/N looked around, and realized that the warmth was coming from Thorin's body, who was protectively lying around her, inside of some room. He seemed to be soundly asleep.

As she moved, a huff escaped Thorin, and Y/N quickly looked back, to see what happened.

You woke me, she heard in her head.

Sorry, I just need to go to-

Before you could finish your thought, he let you go. You felt the shivers running down your body. Well, it's a mountain. It's not like it would be exactly warm here.

When you came back, you sat down, across Thorin, and he set his eyes on you. You started thinking about what was happening.

You can hear me, you thought, and he nodded.

So I, he replied.

But neither of us could do that before, right? You furrowed your brows, and Thorin shook his head.

Is this is permanent? You thought quicker than you could stop it. Thorin's gaze coldened and hardened, and you could feel the confusion, disgust, hurt and sadness.

I'm sorry Thorin, I-

Keep your words.

No, Thorin, listen to me, I'm sorry, it's just- You quickly jumped up, but he was on his way out.

Who from dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? He snapped. At this point, you runned behind him, trying to stop him from flying away.

"THORIN NO, COME BACK-" you yelled out, but it was far too late. Thorin was quickly disappearing on the horizone, and you cried out.

The dragons in Middle-Earth never had a good reputation. You knew someone would try to hurt him, or kill him, eventually.

You sank down on your knees, and started sobbing.

You felt his pain as your own, and he felt yours.

Who from the dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? Thorin thought, as he flew up on the sky. He knew he was right. He felt shame. He was a Durin. But now, he was a dragon, one of the creatures he hated.

You are not the dragon, Thorin. You are good. You are still Thorin we all know.

He let out a royar. He was in this body of a dragon, and he hated every second of it, and he hated himself.

You looked over the tent, and sipped on your tea. It felt wrong and weird, but you didn't exactly complained either.

Thranduil and Bard discussed something, and you wished Thorin would be there with you.

They aren't that bad, Thorin. Nothing.

You told me that Erebor is going to be pulsing with life, again. I know you hate the body you are locked in right now, but we will find a way to turn you into dwarf form again, Thorin. Please, return here.

No answer. Just silence.

You sighed. You felt Thorin was alive - you just knew, so you were not so worried, but still. Bilbo placed his hand on your shoulder.

"He will come back, I'm sure of it. You know Thorin," he muttered, and you nodded. Thorin was really stubborn, even for a dwarf, and once he thought of something, there was almost no chance in convincing him otherwise.

The rest of Company woke up as they heard your screaming. They found you, and took inside of the Mountain, to give you blankets and tea. Then Bilbo came, that Gandalf was there, to warn you about another dragon. You talked for a while, and eventually, you told him what happened to Thorin, and you needed a medication, but he flew away, and since then, he didn't came back.

Bard and Thranduil weren't really fond of Thorin, but because it was you, who was Thorin's One (and Thorin was the rightful king of Erebor, though Thranduil, especially, didn't liked that idea much), they decided to help to you find a way to heal Thorin's sickness.

"I think Smaug got mad, and the sickness consumed him entirely. Thorin actually had clear mind, it's just...his body changed," you muttered. Even Radagast was there.

"Well, maybe...maybe it's not really a sickness," someone piped up. You looked around.

Who said that? You thought.

"Maybe-maybe it's just a spell!" Radagast said and looked excitely around.

"You have a bond between you two," Radagast told you, and you nodded.

"Are you suggesting, that the spell could be broken by...something?" Bilbo looked around for someone to help him finish up his question.

"Well, Thorin is not answering me, but he is alive, somewhere. I think he maybe...he thinks the dwarves wouldn't accept their king, even if he is in the body of a dragon," you said.

"Orcs! Orcs are everywhere!" Elvish soldier runned inside the tent.

"How many?" Thranduil's gaze hardened.

"A lot of them, I've never seen more in my whole life," The soldier answered.

"Azog," you whispered. You realized what that could mean - Azog came here for Thorin.

"We all need to fight together, there is no point nor time for arguing," Gandalf said, and you got up.

"No, you will stay here, lassie. If he finds out Thorin is not there, you will be right next," Bard said. You frowned.

"I won't run from a fight." You gazed at him, but he was out already, along with most of others, to prepare for the battle.

I won't risk anyone I love to be killed, you thought, and went to find some armour.

Thorin felt all those emotions going on - worry, fear, anger, loyalty, and more worry. Something in him was pushing him, to come back, to go back to you. He felt the danger, and that convinced him, without any other thoughts, he needs to protect you, and his kin.

Durin's folk does not flee from fight.

When he heard the sounds of a battle, he tried to find you. He couldn't hear your thoughts anymore - nor fell the feelings you felt. Only soft waves of emotions.

Is this the end of you, or him, when he could not hear your thoughts anymore?

He hoped not.

It didn't took long, when something inside him made him to look into one place. He noticed Azog, and someone he realized was you, though he had no idea how did he knew that.

He flew lower, and lower, until the only thing he heard was the blood in his ears, the royar he let out, and the royar of his biggest enemy.

Thorin fell to the ground on all fours. It felt as if the battle stopped. As if the time stopped, whe whole world paused. He looked up at you, kneeling down and covering your head.

You looked up, as you heard the royar. Thorin! You thought. You felt relief he was okay, and alive.

"Don't shoot!" You heard Thranduil to yell out to his soldiers when they spot Thorin, and you felt thankful to the Elven King.

Azog thought you were Thorin, until the helmet fell down, and disgusting smirk made it's way over his face. You losed strength, you were tired, and wounded - he managed to make you some cuts, over your shoulders and cheek, and you guessed one your arm was not fully okay. He prepared to kill you, but the royar was coming closer, along with the huge shadow. You covered your head and ears and fell on your knees, to protect your body.

The royar Azog let out shook you, but when you heard the silence after, you felt relieved.

The huff close to you made you feel lot safer. You looked up, and you knew your face light up.

"Thorin," you whispered and cried out. You stood up and hugged him.

"Don't go away like this, ever," you whispered, as tears rolled down your cheeks. Then, you felt some movement, but the warmth was still the same, and you thought Thorin was just moving around.

"I won't ever leave your side again, I promise, my One," His smooth voice made way to your ear, and then, you felt his lips pressed against yours. You ran your hands across his back, and felt the tunic he had on, just as he changed into the dragon form.

He rested one of his palms on your cheek, and when you parted, he rested his forehead against yours, while gazing deeply into your eyes by his deep blue orbs.

"Thank you for coming back," you whispered.

"I would never let anyone hurt you," he muttered, and pulled you back for another kiss, as the soft snowflakes danced in your hair, with the breeze.

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Hello!! I’d also love to read the hobbit fic. I love everything you write!

Hello! I’m so so SO happy people are interested in my other work, even if it’s terribly tragic and angsty! Please read the tw for this work, since it does get pretty intense even with a happy ending. 

For context: this is a snippet of an Tolkien AU I never wrote where the marauders and co are on an adventure and James has healing powers.

TW: temporary major character death, heavy angst, blood/ mild gore, fighting, grief, “enemies to lovers but I’m dying” trope, happy ending

The cold stone digging into Sirius’ cheek did little to shock him from his daze and trembled beneath him as heavy footsteps approached. The screech of metal on metal had been the harbinger of death for too many already. What was one more?

An iron-clad foot landed on his shoulder and rolled him onto his back—he groaned as the edges dug into muscle, leaving him breathless with pain. He was battered, bruised, soon to be broken. Make it quick, he prayed as the axe rose high. Remus, I’m sorry.

There was a flash of movement overhead and the beast stumbled; the swing went wide and slammed against the cliff’s edge as its head was wrenched backward. Long legs locked around its thick neck and an angular face, twisted in a snarl, swam into focus through Sirius’ hazy vision.

“Remus,” he managed, little more than a whisper. “Remus, no.”

Midnight blood trickled from the troll’s neck where a bowstring cut into it. “Go!” Remus shouted as he pulled back with all his might. “Run, you idiot!”

He heaved in a breath and tried to get to his feet, but pain radiated through his torso and he barely made it to his knees before the beast roared and snatched at Remus, who leaned sideways just a touch too far and rolled onto the hard ground. The troll ripped his bow off its neck and threw it to the ground, then lunged for him; Remus dodged, turned, and shoved its arm into the corner of the rock with a harsh crack. The axe tumbled over the side and vanished into the mist.

Sirius must have made some sort of noise as he struggled to get up—get up, broken ribs be damned—because Remus’ gaze snapped toward him.

It happened too fast for Sirius to even gasp. One moment, Remus was reaching to deflect the troll’s trunklike arm from coming down on his head; the next, his eyes flared wide with shock and he sucked in a shuddering breath. The beast twisted the jagged knife in his stomach and yanked it out.

Remus dropped like a broken marionette.

Sirius’ vision blurred again, and not from pain. Distantly, he registered drawing his sword, but the next thing he knew the troll was dead and his hands were covered in blood and Remus was going cold in his arms.

Remus’ mouth twisted with frantic pain. “Sirius.”

“I’ve got you, you’re alright.” His tongue was thick between his teeth and he could feel his whole body shaking while he pressed a hand down on the dark stain spreading across Remus’ torso. “Just hold on, you’re going to be fine.”

“Hurts,” Remus whimpered, grabbing the front of his shirt with clumsy fingers. “Hurts. I’m so sorry.”

“You saved my life.” Sirius’ voice wavered as tears filled his eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Remus shook his head; his bloodstained lips were growing paler by the second. “I didn’t say it sooner. I’m sorry.”

A sob ripped from Sirius’ chest as he gathered him tighter, feeling his weak heartbeat under his palm as his fingers turned red. “Don’t you dare, not now. Not here. Say it when you’re healed, alright? Say when I can hold you properly.”

“Has to be now.” Remus took a few staccato breaths, then exhaled slowly. He reached up and cradled Sirius’ cheek with surprising gentleness. Sirius braced himself. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner. Sirius, I wanted forever with you, I’m so sorry.”

It was so, so much worse than Sirius had imagined. Tears traced down Remus’ forearm as he leaned into the touch and let the words spill over his lips. “I love you too, you beautiful, reckless archer.”

“Knight in—” Remus coughed again and jolted in his arms, sending a thin trickle of blood from the side of his mouth. “Knight in shining armor, huh?”

“That’s right,” Sirius sniffled. He brushed stray curls off Remus’ forehead and his tawny eyes slipped shut for a moment. Cold fear flooded Sirius’ veins. “Remus, love, keep your eyes open. Keep them on me.”

A small smile spread over his face despite his small shudders of pain. “How could I ever look away?”

“You’re not allowed to.” Sirius tightened his grip. “Listen. You are not allowed to stop looking at me.”

Remus’ eyes turned sad as his hand dipped down to play at the collar of Sirius’ shirt, too weak to go higher. “I think I have to.”

“No.”

“Sirius—”

“We still have so much to do.” Something heavy stuck in his throat. “I need—I need to show you the stars back home, the ones you’ve never seen.”

The smile returned, molasses-slow and twitching up at one side. Crooked and beautiful, just like him. “The archer.”

“That’s right.” His gaze unfocused and Sirius quickly rubbed his shoulder. “That’s you, your constellation. Just keep looking at me, alright? James will be here soon, and—and Lily, and Dorcas, and Marlene, and Pete, and we’ll all be just fine. I love you.”

Every breath rattled in Remus’ chest, but he kept smiling up at Sirius. “Hey. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Good,” Sirius gasped out. “Good, that’s good. Come on, love, tell me what I can do to help.”

“Hold me.” His abdomen spasmed under Sirius’ damp hand. “Tell me what we’ll do together.”

“We’ll climb the tallest tree we can find and lay down on the top branches while the moon rises.” Tears coursed in stinging rivers down his face, dripping onto stone and pallid skin. “I’ll teach you every constellation I know, and then we can make up new ones. You’re so bloody clever, so you’ll think up the best ones. That’s why I love you.”

“I never hated you, you know.”

Sirius’ chest hurt from holding in a sob. “I know.”

“I’ve loved you since the day we met. I just didn’t know it.”

“Me, too.”

“Wasn’t all that clever of me to fight a troll with a bow, was it?” Remus’ tone was teasing, but his face was sad as a few tears slid down his cheekbone. Sirius wiped them away with a careful hand, forcing back a wince at the chill. “Though I guess you could call that creati—”

He cut off with a coughing fit, grabbing for Sirius’ cuff and sleeve. His mouth opened and closed a few times, soundless, before his head lolled to the side. “No, no, eyes on me. Please don’t do this, Remus.”

With a harsh inhale, he looked up once again, brows furrowing in concern. "You're too beautiful to cry like that. Why are you sad?" 

Because you're dying and I can't do a damn thing but hold you. Because I'd fight a hundred armies and die a thousand times just so you could live. Because we were supposed to have time. "Because I don't want you to leave me."

Remus' fingers, light as a butterfly's wings on his loved ones and deadlier than anything on a bow, were limp on Sirius' arm. A sudden spark of understanding crossed over his pale face and he softened. "You have to let me go." 

"No." 

"You have to." 

"I won't." He shook his head adamantly and tried to coax blood back into those cold hands. "This is not supposed to happen, not like this." 

"Sirius." A barely-there squeeze. "I love you so much, but you have to let me go." 

A high, horrible sound ripped from his clogged throat. "I'm sorry." 

"You saved my life. You have nothing to be sorry for." There was a look in Remus' eyes, then, a look that Sirius knew the name for and didn't dare say aloud. Then it faded, and he blinked slowly. "I'm so tired, Sirius." 

Who would have guessed that nodding once was the hardest thing Sirius would ever have to do? "Sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

Remus leaned his face into the crook of Sirius’ elbow, keeping steady eye contact until lilac lids shuttered liquid gold. “I lo…”

His hand fell from Sirius’ and hit the cold ground. His chest went still with a soft sigh.

Sirius could barely breathe. There was a ringing in his ears that grew louder and louder until he heard nothing else, even though his throat began to sting from screaming. He pulled Remus closer to his chest and held him, desperately searching the mist for anyone who could help. His eyes landed on the sturdy bow with a snapped string lying mere feet away, and he broke. 

He didn't know how long he wept. Minutes. Hours. Years. He begged and pleaded and cursed until he was hollow inside, save for the agony that devoured everything. It must be possible to die of a broken heart, he thought. It must be, because I can't imagine anything else hurting this much. It felt as though someone was ripping him apart seam by seam and all he could do was apologize before going silent.

Hold me. Hold me. Hold me and tell me. I love you.

Soon—or maybe later, time was a fickle thing—long shadows stretched ahead of him and he raised his head. He didn't care if they were trolls or soldiers or more beasts; there was nothing left for them to take. "Sirius?"

He knew that voice. That voice was safety. It was home. "James." 

"We heard shouting, what—” James stopped. Someone behind him screamed, long and loud. "Sirius, what's in your arms?" There was a beat of silence as Sirius tried to balance his hearing again. "Sirius, what are you holding?" 

The last remaining tears in his body flooded out as he uncurled just enough to show them. Remus' face was peaceful, but the mess of blood on his stomach that had transferred to Sirius' shirt was not. "He was protecting me," he said. "The knife—I couldn't do anything—” 

"No." James' voice cracked; the screaming had turned into uncontrollable sobbing. "No, that's—that's Remus. That's Remus."

"He said he loved me." The words tripped over one another as they left his mouth. James didn't need to know this, but he couldn't stop. "He said he loved me and asked me to hold him, so I did. He told me I had to let him go, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to, James, I didn't want to." 

“I know.” Warm, shaking hands fell on him, one on his neck and the other around Remus’ back. “I know you didn’t.”

Sirius' shoulders crumpled as a fresh wave of pain washed over him. "Make it stop." 

"Make what stop?" 

"This." He released Remus' lower back and grappled for James' wrist with a sticky hand, pressing it against his chest. "It hurts so much. Please, Jamie, you have no idea what this feels like." 

“I don’t—Sirius—” James bit his lip and closed his eyes, then opened them a second later with a shocked look on his face. “I have an idea.”

“Please—”

The shock gave way to diamond-hard determination and he squeezed Sirius’ hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then you have to let him go one more time.”

Something lurched in Sirius’ gut. “I can’t. I promised to hold him.”

“Sirius, I can fix this.”

"He's gone. I felt it. It's too late."

“Maybe not.” Gently, he pried Sirius’ arms away and helped him lay Remus on the stone.

He looked frail there. False. “You’re a healer, James, not a necromancer. Healers can’t—”

“I don’t give a shit. Rules are for cowards.” James unbuckled his arm guards and stretched his hands over Remus’ chest, taking a slow breath. “Alright, Remus, heal for me.”

Faint light pulsed from his palms, then dissolved. Sirius felt his last bit of hope wither. “It’s too late.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” James muttered through gritted teeth. The light returned, stronger this time, before sinking into Remus’ chest. “Remus John Lupin, you have unfinished business here and you know it. I will personally drag you back here if I have to. A ghost isn’t good enough.”

A high-pitched whining noise filled the air and Sirius tasted metal at the back of his mouth. “James,” Lily warned from the huddled group behind him.

“You’ve never given up easy, have you? Come on, you stubborn fucker, heal!” James slammed his hands down and white light blazed around them; Sirius shielded his eyes on instinct and felt a strong wind whip up as shouts of alarm echoed off the sides of the cliff.

Something knocked against his knees with a sharp gasp. The light dimmed, and he carefully peeked around the side of his arm.

The first thing he saw was amber. Clear, warm, alive amber. “You’re here,” Remus croaked.

Sirius felt a slightly hysterical smile tug at the sides of his mouth. “Told you I’d be here when you woke up.”

“I…died.”

“Yeah.” James seemed torn between ecstatic and utterly exhausted.

“You brought me back?”

“Uh-huh.” He listed to the side and Remus caught him easily before he hit the ground.

“And you…?” Remus blinked at Sirius in surprise, hesitantly touching his hand. “You stayed?”

“Cried a lot. It’s a good thing you’re a fighter. One of the things I love about you, actually.”

Remus stared at him for a moment, dumbstruck, before his whole face split into the most radiant smile Sirius had ever seen and he began to laugh, dragging him in for a tight hug. Sirius clutched the back of his shirt and nestled his face in the bend of his shoulder until he was pulled away rather suddenly and reeled back in for a fervent kiss. "I love you. I love you. I'm sorry," Remus said against his lips. It seemed as if he was breathing Sirius in. 

It was difficult, but Sirius pulled away and folded his hands over Remus' where they rested on his face. "I love you so much. Now that you're alive, I can tell you you're an idiot for trying to take on a damn troll with just your bow." 

Remus just laughed and kissed him again, deep and slow. They broke apart again as the others fell on them in a tangle of tears and laughter; Sirius closed his eyes and held tight to whoever was in reach as the agony in his chest subsided. The pain was still there—he had definitely broken a few ribs—but he no longer felt hollow. Buzzing warmth filled every crack that had splintered through him. Love, he thought giddily. That's love.

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FIRE AND MOSS // Daryl Dixon X Reader// CHAPTER 5

TW: Strong language, implied abusive relationships.

Days passed quickly at the farm. Your schedule was filled with hunting, scavenging, killing any walkers that wandered too close, taking watch. You fell into a pleasant routine- one that was rare in a world full of nothing but surprises. You were busy every day, but once the sky darkened and cheerful conversations faded into faint whispers around a crackling campfire, you felt the same freedom that accompanied you when you were on your own. You loved every single member of your new family- maybe besides Shane, who was an asshole to everyone who didn’t agree with him. You became close with Maggie, she was like an older sister that you’ve never had. Daryl was still very much an enigma, but you felt most comfortable in his company. He began cracking small, dry jokes from time to time and never complained when you ran your mouth or tried to lift the mood with a stupid joke. Once his patience ran out, he would eventually kick you out and send you back to your tent, but you didn’t mind. You knew the man by now and were grateful for the smallest of talks with him. Despite enjoying the “mundane” life on the farm, you were like a wild animal- you couldn’t stay in for too long, eventually beginning to pace around your cage in a haze. The cage opened once the sun set. You enjoyed running around the dark, empty fields and rolling in the grass with Jake and telling him every Greek myth you could remember his namesake telling you. You knew he couldn’t understand you, but somehow hoped he could. The grass under your body felt cold and cooled you down, the blades ticking your legs and hands. Tonight was one of those nights.

Your hands traced circles in the grass that you and Jake were laying on. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you took a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Jake was lying beside you, you haven’t seen him this relaxed since you were alone in the forest with him. The stars were shining bright above you, moonlight giving everything a dreamy glow. You closed your eyes and took in the moment, basking in the cold light of the moon. The grass smelled fresh, and made you feel more awake- more alive. Your eyes shot open when you heard the familiar crackling of a campfire. Once you sat up, your eyes were met with a familiar orange glow. Daryl was sitting by the campfire, his face illuminated by flames. You stood up and carefully made your way over to him, making sure to stay out of sight and not make any noise. Once you got closer, you could see the man clearly.

His face was partially covered with loose strands of hair, but his eyes were filled with disappointment, anger and sadness. He was exhausted- a single look at him proved it. Dark circles outlined his cold eyes and he looked paler than usual.

“Daryl?” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, but he still jolted up, startled. He eyed you and sighed, dipping his head.

“What the hell, woman?” He spoke roughly but quietly, no louder than you. “Ya watchin’ me?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, taking a step out of the shadows with Jake carefully following you. Daryl was selfless, brave and tough but awful at speaking to people. Bad with people, in general.

“Funny coming from you, Dixon” you heard him scoff as you motioned for him to scoot over so you could take a seat next to him. He complied with a slight grunt and made space for you.

Daryl was tense, more so than usual. You wondered whether he was hurting- physically or emotionally. Whatever it was, something wasn’t right and instead of prying, you decided to do everything you could to cheer him up.

“Wanna talk about it?” you looked at him and for a brief moment, your eyes met. He was surprised- you caught him off guard.

“What d’ya mean?” he asked, turning his head to look at you properly.

“I’ll take that as a no, then” you shot him a tiny smile and turned your gaze to Jake, who sat by your legs. You looked down at him and as your eyes met with his, you decided to stand up and take a seat on the cold, wet grass and rested your back on the log you previously sat on with a sigh. You closed your eyes and began running your fingers along the fox’s fur, whose eyes also shut.

Daryl watched you in pure disbelief. He had so many questions that he didn’t know which one he should ask first. He’s seen you rip walkers apart with your bare hands, throw knives, hunt, yell at the undead to come out already so she can kill them and sleep (which, that one time it was Daryl, not a walker). She was dangerous, but not because she would hurt him. She was dangerous because (Y/N) occupied his thoughts more often than she should, he spent a lot of time thinking about how brutal, violent and fearless she could be, just to come back to camp and ask him how his day was or tell him about things he didn’t care about, like the TV shows she liked back when television was a thing. She could be violent, covered in blood, but she always turned into a gentle, caring and understanding person during every conversation she had with him. Moments like these made him reflect on himself and his friendship with her. Her previously blood-stained hands were now ever so gently running along her fox’s fur. He would never admit it, but he admired how she didn’t treat him like a pet, like so many people would. Both her and her fox were nothing but wild, with two sides to them.

“What d’ya like to draw?” the question left his mouth without him even realizing it, he was so lost in thought that the words slipped out on their own.

“People, animals, sometimes places I like” you answered truthfully, with a smile, enjoying knowing he was curious. He might’ve asked it for the sake of being polite, but you knew that wasn’t something Daryl Dixon would do. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you stood up and looked him in the eyes. “Hold on” you jogged to your tent and after shuffling around for a couple minutes, you came back and trotted to the spot where you were previously sat. You handed him something you’d never willingly show someone else- your sketchbook.

He examined it and opened it gently, as if afraid of tearing your most prized possession apart. He flipped through the pages and stopped to look at a sketch of Jake, then at a halfway-finished picture of Rick, Carl and Lori, sketches of Glenn and Maggie. He flipped over to the last filled page- the very campfire you were sitting by. He looked at that particular sketch longer than at the others. Daryl examined the picture and with every glance, he found new details he hasn’t noticed before. The fire was in the center, the logs you sat around it, some out of view. He noticed your tents in the background and smiled when he saw his crossbow laying in the grass. His fingers brushed against the paper with a tenderness you’ve not yet seen in him.

“It’s not the best, I know, but I-“ You began, but before you could say anything else, Daryl’s voice sounded over yours.

“Nah, I love it” he sounded genuine, a spark appearing in his eyes for a brief moment. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

“It’s yours!” you offered him a big grin and affectionately patted his knee. He didn’t flinch away like he usually would, simply looking at you and back at the drawing. You nodded and took the sketchbook from his hands, your hand brushing against his. You carefully tugged on the paper and ripped the page out, about to hand it to him before your eyes widened and you retracted your arm. Daryl didn’t say anything and watched in silence as you grabbed a stray piece of charcoal from your campfire and used it to write something on the back of the page. Finally, you handed it to him and once again leaned against the log.

“That’s the first gift I e’er got.” He almost whispered as you felt your stomach turn. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You looked him deep in the eyes and shot him a confused look, hoping he would elaborate. To your surprise, he did.

“Shit childhood. No Christmas, no nothin’.” He looked away, his cold gaze turning to Jake. You had to physically hold yourself back from wrapping your arms around him. Daryl tensed, frustrated with himself for opening up to you for no reason. He didn’t know you cared or that you appreciated him sharing at least a tidbit about his past. His eyes were still fixed on your fox companion, you weren’t completely sure of his intentions but you knew that he wouldn’t hurt him, so you relaxed slightly. Daryl began chewing on his thumb, something you noticed he did as a nervous tic. You knew he hated pity but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Daryl, I’m so sorry” despite being at a loss for words, you went on, “You didn’t deserve that.”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he turned his head to look in your eyes, but it felt like he was staring right into your soul, your heart. Nobody has ever told him that. Still, despite being grateful, he refused to believe you said it just to be polite, or because you didn’t know what else to say. There was still a part of him that believed you meant it and it made him more confused than ever.

“I didn’t have the best life, either” you began without even thinking about your words, all you wanted was talking to him, “You know, even before shit hit the fan. My love life was about as pretty as one of them undead assholes” you joked in order to lighten the mood, trying to make light of your very unpleasant, even horrifying relationships- the kind that left bruises on your body and moss on your heart. Daryl didn’t even flinch. Not even a scoff of disapproval, so you continued, “Then, after it all began, I met a group- no, my family. They saved my life and taught me everything I know.” Daryl was convinced you were finished sharing and opened his mouth to speak, but you went on, not caring whether he would see you as weak if you cried when recalling your previous group. “The man that kept me alive, he was like a second father to me, his name was Jake.” Your eyes welled up with tears as you pressed the fox sitting beside you close to your chest. He climbed onto your lap and snuggled into your touch, comforting you the best he could. “He gave me my knife, he gave me a second chance, he gave me all the skills I have, but when our camp was attacked I just-“ your whimpers, which turned to full sobs by the middle of your confession, were interrupted with Daryl’s voice, sounding more tender than usual.

“That’s enough.” He sounded concerned, but comforting. “What matters is yer okay now. Yer here an’ yer alive.” By now, tears were streaming down your face and dripping off your lips and nose. “Besides” he began again, not sure if he should say what he wanted to say, but one hopeful, curious glance of your glossy eyes pushed him to speak. “Ya still have Jake”

You couldn’t help it, you stood up and stared at him, whimpering from time to time. You opened your arms slightly and looked him deep in the eyes. “Can I?” You desperately needed his comfort, no human has comforted you in your moments of weakness since the days of your old group. Daryl simply nodded in response and grunted as you inched forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing into the crook of his neck. He didn’t hug you back, but you didn’t mind. The man avoided physical contact with everybody in his group, so you were grateful he even let you get so close to him. “Thank you”

Jake’s whimpering caused you to pull away and look at him with confusion, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

Daryl chuckled and smirked lightly, shaking his head at the fox.

“Didn’t take him for the jealous type” he motioned towards Jake with his head and smiled. “I like him” he said, causing you to giggle. You felt much better, all thanks to him. The whole night, you caught him staring at your companion, he was clearly intrigued. You decided to take your shot.

You placed your hand on Jake’s fur and stroked it gently with your palm. Once you felt him relax, you reached your free hand out to Daryl, who was watching you with curiosity in his pale blue eyes. “Give me your hand” you instructed and hoped he wouldn’t ask any questions. Thankfully, he obliged but flinched slightly when your hand touched his. You guided his hand to Jake’s snout as gently as you possibly could, not wanting to scare either of your rather wild friends. You brought his rough, ragged hand to the fox’s nose. Jake looked up at you. You were never very religious, but in that very moment praying seemed like a great idea. You were all but horrified that he would take a bite of Daryl’s fingers, ruining the chance for mutual trust between him and the animal.

You sighed with relief and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as Jake sniffed Daryl’s hand and didn’t move, simply licking his snout afterwards. The archer’s hand felt less tense now, as if he wasn’t bracing himself for the animal’s teeth in his hand at any second. You took his hand once more and you could swear you could hear a breath hitch in his throat, but he didn’t flinch or pull away. You placed your own hand on the soft fur of Jake’s scruff and grabbed his, pulling it closer carefully, until it was laying on top of yours. His hand was much bigger than yours, covering it whole. Your hand began sliding from beneath his, and soon, his hand was laid on top of Jake’s soft fur. You looked at Daryl and gave him a big grin. Happiness completely overtook you, allowing you to completely forget about the tears you shed just moments ago. Daryl gave you a huge smile, bigger than you’ve ever gotten from him. It was genuine, you could see the pure joy in his eyes- almost like a child petting a stray dog for the first time. His hand travelled through the flame-colored fur, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

“Holy shit” he breathed out and looked at you with the same smile he gave you earlier, his eyes lit up. He looked at Jake with emotions you weren’t sure he could feel until then- joy, awe, love. Daryl was completely invested with brushing the animal’s soft pelt and hardly noticed you chuckle.

“I never realized you were such a softie” you jabbed playfully, somehow knowing he wouldn’t take it personally.

“Shut up”

Once you convinced the hunter to try and get some shut eye, you kept watch with Jake and scratched him behind his ears. Pride filled you, as if you managed to tame two wild beasts at once. The quiet crackling of the flames caused you to get lost in thought, almost putting you in a trance. Daryl’s words echoed through your head, like a lost voice bouncing against walls in your brain. He was so gentle with both you and Jake, allowing you to open up and finally feel completely comfortable around him. You chuckled to yourself when the image of Daryl’s hands shaking slightly when touching the fox ever so gently, as if he was afraid that he could break him into pieces with one wrong move. A strange feeling fluttered in your heart- and stomach. One that you haven’t felt this strongly yet, you were unsure what it meant, but you didn’t want to dwell on it and hoped the answer would just present itself someday.

You’ve already guessed that Daryl’s childhood wasn’t stellar but you never expected it to be quite that horrible. He was sweet, in his own Daryl-Dixon-tough-asshole way. In your eyes, he deserved nothing but gratitude and-

And idea popped into your mind. You remembered the way his eyes lit up and how you felt the walls he built around himself crumble a bit when you gave him your drawing. You smiled and gave Jake a pat on the head while reaching over to retrieve your sketchbook and grabbing a piece of charcoal from the sizzling fire. You got to sketching, beginning with a two circles and some simple shapes, and before long, the shapes turned into two beautifully rendered figures- Daryl and Jake sitting next to each other by a fading out campfire. Daryl was smiling softly while Jake was leaning into his hand, which was placed upon the fox’s head, between his ears. The picture was incredibly tranquil, you could almost hear the hushed chirping of crickets in the grass behind them. Content with your work, you stood up and tiptoed to Daryl’s tent, careful not to wake him up and slipped the drawing in the opening of the tent. It was halfway inside, halfway outside of the tent, like a letter delivered by a lazy postman. You shot his tent a smile and decided to get some sleep yourself.

Daryl turned over and sat up as soon as he heard you zip your tent up. Once he was sure you were inside, he grabbed the piece of paper you slipped through the crack of his tent opening and examined it. A smile appeared on his face as soon as he realized he was in the center, petting (Y/N)’s beloved companion. He felt grateful and incredibly happy, but he also felt something else- a foreign feeling which made him wonder. That woman really was dangerous, she could occupy his thoughts for hours without him even realizing it. Despite his confusion about the new, strange emotion, his smile never wavered. He crouched and dug inside the bag that laid right next to where he slept and finally, pulled out a handful of colorful drawing pins. With a quiet grunt, he pinned the drawing to the wall of his tent in a spot where he could easily look at it while laying down. Staring at the gift, he remembered the other picture you gave him, and the note on the back that he didn’t read yet. He retrieved the now bent in half piece of paper and turned it over. He choked on his own breath when he read the message written on the back.

“I guess it took the apocalypse for you to get a gift, but you better get used to it now. You deserve it, Dixon.

-(Y/N)”

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