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thewulf · 2 months

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Am I Wrong? || Aragorn

Summary: Request: Could you write something about (fem)reader who's part of the fellowship and really close to Strider? When they split up to find Frodo after Boromir blows the horn, reader goes with Merry and Pippin and gets separated from Strider.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Picking up when the group reunites in Isengard after Treebeard/Hobbits/Reader sack the place :) This is really sweet and fluffy, thank you for the request @fluentmoviequoter !!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k +

TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, fear, kidnapping, orcs,

Aragorn followed behind Gandalf as he led the small group to Isengard to deal with the dark Wizard himself. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into another part of the Fellowship after so being separated for so long.

He heard the Hobbits before he saw you standing there, radiant as ever, “I feel like I’m back at the Green Dragon after a hard day’s work.” Pippen spoke with his pipe happily placed in his mouth relieved the events of Isengard were over more than anything.

Merry spoke next, “Only, you’ve never done a hard day’s work.” That’s when he heard your bubbly laughter in response to the usual joking hobbits who were clearly very inebriated. You on the other hand seemed totally in control of the situation.

Aragorn’s heart pounded in his chest as he spotted you standing with your side facing him chatting happily with the two Hobbits that stole you away from him. You were alive. Somehow more beautiful than he ever remembered you being. His eyes scanned up and down your figure making sure they truly weren’t deceiving him. You were here in Isengard. Merry and Pippen too.

Merry stood, almost falling over, shouting at them with rosy, red cheeks, “Welcome my Lords, to Isengard!” You turned with the biggest smile on your face. Once your eyes landed on Aragorn’s you couldn’t take them away. Your smile grew as his mouth dropped in shock seeing you standing there alive and well. He couldn’t track you. He thought the worst of it. He knew right then that he had to tell you. He loved you. So deeply. He never knew if he was going to see you again, he thought the worst of the Orcs after not being able to find your tracks with the Hobbits.

“Y/N.” He spoke before nearly shoving the Hobbits away from where you were standing. He needed to be right next to you. Your smile turned to one of focus as you took him in after too long apart. Truly, you knew you loved him too. You wished to never spend another night away from your Strider. He was your home and comfort. He became your person without you even knowing it.

Without another word you through your arms around him tightly, bringing him in for an unexpected embrace. Unafraid of all the glances and knowing smiles from the fellowship and other men around you. You couldn’t seem to care about that right now, you’d deal with the embarrassment later, “Strider. What are you doing here?”

Before he could answer you Gimli shouted from behind the reunion, “You young rascals! A merry hunt you’ve led us on… and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!”

After dropping your arms from around his neck, you stepped around your missed companion taking offense to his words, “They’ve earned it Gimli!” You only smiled bigger once you felt Striders hand resting on the small of your back. He had always been protective of you but never so forward with it. The two of you had pined from afar but never acted on it as that would be seen as improper. But that was then. That was before he had feared the worst. You were alive. Breathing right in front of him with the most precious blush sitting on your cheeks. Yeah, he knew it was over for him. He needed you and was tired of trying to hide it.

Merry cheered with his pipe after you spoke and before Pippen tuned in, “We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts.” He giggled in his non-sober state, “The salted pork is particularly good.” Pippen added for good measure knowing it would get under his dwarf friend’s skin.

You nodded along with them giggling yourself, “It is indeed.” You saw the gleam in Striders eye like he was trying not to laugh at the situation they had found themselves in. The plan certainly wasn’t running into the three of you while in an inebriated state. Aragorn knew you well and currently you were particularly giggly, a sign you’d partaken in some of their endeavors even if you tried to deny it.

The Hobbits waved their friends into Isengard, “We’re under orders from Treebeard who’s taken over management of Isengard.” Merry led the group in leaving Strider standing next to you holding onto the reigns of his horse. After the two of you shared a few moments just staring at the other he finally decided to speak to you. Neither of you were willing to follow the group at that moment. The two of you had a reunion to attend to before dealing with Saruman.

“I thought you were dead.” He admitted to you. Aragorn couldn’t meet your eyes as you just looked at him with a bit of bemusement forming along your tapered smile.

You tisked at him shaking your head, “You think so little of me Strider, no?” A growing smirk was playing at your lips as you studied his downtrodden expression.

His eyes finally looked into yours again, “Never, you know this. But I… I could not find your tracks along the Hobbits…”

“You did not think I would cover my tracks?” You eyebrows rose, challenging him now, “I thought you have always said I learned from the best?” Referring to him, naturally.

He let out a lengthy laugh. The tension in his shoulders released seeing you as the same person he thought he lost only a few weeks prior. Even though it had only been a few weeks he knew he could never part from you for that long again. He was a fool and only he came to realize that once you had slipped through his fingertips after getting taken by the Orcs. You didn’t hear his yell for you as he watched you fight. But even you, one of the best Rangers he knew, couldn’t overcome so many of them all at once. And just as he saw you, you had vanished in front of him along with the Hobbits. He had never felt such a failure before seeing you disappear with the creatures you had detested for as long as you’ve been alive.

“I should have never doubted you.” He spoke with that twinkle in his eye. He adored you, through and through. A slow gulp overtook him as he studied you. He always knew you were beautiful, ever since you met him all those years ago. But now, after it took him losing you to realize that he was in love with you, he understood just how stunning you truly were.

You nodded with that confidence he had adored in you, “Aye. Thought you would have learned by now Master Strider.” Tossing him a wink even you did not know where this overly friendly attitude towards your partner was coming from. That’s all he was and could ever be, just a partner in work.

He bowed his head with a similar smirk gracing his face, “Indeed. Forgive me, Y/N. But I was terrified. I thought I had lost you. My thought process was… less than rational.” When his eyes met yours once more a sad smile parted his lips. It hit you that he truly thought he might have actually lost you. Thinking of what you would do had you thought you lost him had you in an instant fit of tears. There would be no rationality in your actions had you thought of Strider dying.

His striking blue eyes sent a familiar shiver down your spine. You gave him a quick nod, “I will always forgive you, my king.”

Strider let out that familiar laugh that you had adored so much. The one that sent a shiver though your body, “It wounds me that you mock me so easily, my Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop your fluttering heart at his words, my Y/N, “I would never do such thing, you are my king, no?” You rose your eyebrows in curiosity. Sure, the news that he was the heir of Isildur took you by surprise. It didn’t shock you completely though. There was always something about him that felt so other worldly. When Legolas let true of his identify at the Council of Elrond it all sort of made sense. You’d been Rangers together for nearly thirty years, both of you being Dunedin it made sense to pair the two of you together early on in your ventures. He had never told you of his true heritage throughout all that time together. While it stung when you learned you understood why he had done so.

“I see you have not lost your tongue.” He avoided your question.

You smiled knowing his usually ways of dodging, “Would you rather they take it?”

But a quick shake of the head let you know he was simply playing, “Never. Your wit is but my favorite thing about you.”

Letting out a feigned gasp you shook your head, “I should be so offended Aragorn.”

“What do you mean?” He looked surprised by your reaction unsure if you were simply messing with him or being completely serious.

“Do you find me that unattractive?” You asked a little too bluntly knowing that you were surly crossing that invisible line the two of you had danced around for far too long.

A fiery blush rose to his cheeks letting you know you had finally gotten the better of him, “Oh no. Never. No. I did not mean it like that. Please…”

You stopped his incoherent rambling with a stifled giggle, “I tease.”

Shaking his head slowly he knew he likely looked a fool standing in front of you. He couldn’t hide it though as all of his emotions came forward seeing you there alive and well. He had begun the process of mourning your death, thinking he’d never see you again. He knew he wanted to tell you exactly how he felt, right here. He wanted to waste no more time. He came to the striking realization that even no matter skilled you or he was life in middle earth was very hostile and unforgiving. The chance of death was high and even higher now that the two of you had joined the Fellowship.

“You are fortunate I care for you very deeply.” He chose his words carefully, hopeful you would pick up on his true meaning.

“Oh?” You heard his words a little surprised. There was not much he could say that took you by surprise but this was one of them that did. He had never so much admitted he cared for you at all let alone deeply in your time together. Strider was very kind to you but the two of you shared a working relationship at most. You weren’t out here letting your tightly bound feelings out and he certainly wasn’t either.

His confidence grew seeing the color rise to your cheeks at his words. You were thinking and hard at it apparently, “That cannot be all you have to say.” He stepped forward knowing that he had the upper hand on you for once. He could never seem to catch you off guard until this very moment.

You sucked in a breath not having a clue where this seemingly innocent interaction was heading. Turning around you spotted the rest of The Fellowship talking to Treebeard far off in the distance. You spun back finding him standing much, much closer than he was before. Eyes widening your head was not making sense of what was actually happening, “I was not expecting you to say that.” It was you deflecting this time which drew an arrogant smirk on the man standing far closer than you were used to. How did he smell so good? Surely he hadn’t bathed in a while. How did Strider do it? Make your mind fuzzier than ever.

He had to look down to meet his eyes with yours, “I never want to spend a day away from you again.”

If your cheeks were not already aflame with realization they were flooding with color now, “You do not?”

It was he who had the courage to make the first move on you after seeing how easily you reacted under his words. He took his hands and brushed away a streak of dirt across your cheek slowly sending your already racing heart into another frenzy, “No, never. These last few weeks have been the worst in my life. Never do I wish to part from you again. If that is what you wish for too.” Ever the man you fell in love with, he left the decision up to you.

It was your turn to be courageous now, “I wish the same.”

His devilish smirk turned into a smile of utmost joy. A smile you so rarely saw on the man. For you knew you didn’t wish to separate from him ever again either. Nearly every moment you were away you thought of him. You thought what he would do in your situation and tried your hardest to stay positive. If it were not for the Hobbits you may have stayed to fight with the Rohirrim when they had saved you from the clutches of the orcs who had you running for days on end. But you knew Strider would save them before fighting on his own, the Hobbits would never survive Gondor on their own. In a way he had saved your life countless times even when he was not there. Strider stayed with you always. You loved him always.

It was then that he realized he had nothing to lose. The way you had looked at him told him exactly what he wanted to know. You had loved him just as dearly as he loved you, “Can I tell you something?”

A nod came from you, “Anything.”

It was now or never and he wasn’t planning on missing his chance, “I love you.”

You could not help the way your mouth dropped at that, “You what?”

“I love you.” He said again with more confidence. He loved you and he couldn’t keep it from you anymore. Strider also knew that things would never go back to normal after this quest. His true identity was revealed. Things would change. As much as he longed to go back to the simple life of patrolling the woods with you he knew that’d never be in his cards any longer. And if his life was going to change he wanted to bring the one thing that brought him comfort along for the journey as well. If he were to be king he wanted you to be his queen. No, needed you to be his queen. For a majority of his success came from you being there with him helping and guiding him.

“You love me?” You asked more to yourself than to him. When he placed his hands on your shoulders with a gentle touch you knew you were a goner. The look in his eyes was like nothing like you had seen from him, “Why me? We’ve been partners for over thirty years and… where is this coming from?”

He stopped your racing mind by running his thumb along your lower lip, ever the intimate action sending your speeding heard into overdrive, “I’ve always known. But losing you… thinking you died. It all but made me realize how daft it is to hide it away when I can tell you outright when clearly you feel the same. Am I wrong?” He smiled as he held the back of your head in his hand so gently.

“No. Certainly not wrong.” You spoke in a soft whisper. When he smiled even brighter than you had truly ever seen you had to tell him too. You’d all but implied the same feelings but you needed to let it out too, “I love you too.”

The next moments felt like a blur. He pulled you close before whispering in your ear, “The next time the nosy prince of Mirkwood is not watching I will give you a proper kiss, my lady.” It was the first time he’d called you that in all your time knowing him. A rush of warmth was felt throughout your body. It felt… right. Like you were meant to be at his side.

Once he released you from the hold he had you in you turned your head over your shoulder spotting the blonde-haired elf sitting on his horse paying much more attention to the two of you rather than whatever tale Treebeard was telling the new group.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you over the absurdity of the situation. Of all the things you thought could happen today confessing your love to the man who had you enraptured ever since you met him was the last thing you thought possible. Yet here you were. Avoiding the ever-clear eyes of your elven friend, “Damn elves.”

He nodded in agreement, “Come on, hop on.” He led you to his horse where he got you situated before he got on behind you. Slowly, he led you back to the group. You caught Legolas’ side eye knowing the he had to have heard a majority of the conversation if he wanted too. And knowing him, he wanted too.

When Strider’s horse stopped he made sure to keep his hand on you, uncaring of the curious stares from the rest of the group. He loved you. They knew it. Why should he have to hide it any further? Finally, it felt like something in this journey made sense. All he had to do now was keep you safe and destroy the ring. Simple, right?

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heliads · 1 year

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platonic!aragorn x reader? i requested a bunch of these a while ago and i just adore how you write him. perhaps something in rivendell where the reader is overworking themselves because their productivity is really low so they work longer (bonus points if reader is a writer) and aragorn gets them to relax. ooh and sibling-style banter pls!!!

bonus points?? i didn't realize i was getting points at all this is fantastic

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Spring is a soothing time, it always has been. Winter is dark and dangerous; the sun sets early and tempers snap quickly, even amongst the elves. Those who claim to only proffer peace can lose it faster than you think. Grey skies spell trouble, early frost kills each and every bloom that thinks itself tenacious enough to come out before its time.

Every winter you think the cold will never end, that warmth and light will stay dead forever. Every spring, you are reminded of the one truth in this world that everyone seems to forget: it will get better from here on out. There will, at some point, be a surrender of darkness, and you will heal. We all will, and we will do it together.

You are remembering that now as you walk through the gardens of Rivendell. Stormy nights made the stone and wood structures look cold with gloom, but with the way the sun shines upon them now, you would think yourself in a wholly different place. This is your home, it has been for the last ten years. You were not an elf born, but you came to their city and they welcomed you anyway. Swords can only do so much good. Sometimes poets and scholars are more necessary than guards.

So you found a place tucked away in glen thickets and stone walkways, so you learned to pursue your craft of words and thoughts until a foreign place felt like home and accepted you as one of its own. No life is easy, not while monsters like orcs and trolls still roam the uncharted territories in between cities, but Rivendell is a peaceful life, and it does good by you.

If you cannot find strife in the danger of fighting for your life, however, you will make it yourself. Resting is a difficult thing, even though it shouldn’t be that way. If you rest too long, you start to think, and if you think, you start to realize that you are technically an outsider here, not born within the stone spirals of Rivendell but of some other place, and that means you must prove that you deserve to stay here for longer. Those who stay must have meaning. What, then, could possibly be yours?

You’re a writer, then. Fine. Could your writing compare to those around you? Even the least of the elves still have centuries on you, so much time to hone their craft. By comparison, your scribblings must look juvenile at best. You’re trying, sure, but effort can only get you so far.

You’ll have to catch up on time, then. That’s doable. It should be, at least. You pour hours into the study of manuscripts and texts in the library, force your quill to paper so many times you think you might as well never lift it up. You may not have time as your virtue, but you can force it to work for you anyway.

The problem is getting your brain to cooperate half as well as your hands. Your pattern of frantic writing starts to wear away from you as you attempt to keep up the pattern from dawn until dusk day after day after day. It is exhausting work, but it shouldn’t be– isn’t this writing, what you decided you wanted to do forever? If you were truly gifted at it, this wouldn’t take so much effort, and it certainly wouldn’t drain you the way that it does. Maybe that is another failing, one more thing that separates you from the elves.

You hadn’t realized others were aware of your inner strife until you got a visitor one month after winter ended. He comes with bloodied hands washed clean, armor placed in an unlocked box for quick access, sword still within reach. Peace does not come easily to him either, son of the North, but it does not come easily to anyone. Aragorn might disguise his torment better than you, though. Or so he pretends.

You were not aware that he was stopping by. Perhaps you should have known, if you had spent more time outside of your study instead of unsuccessfully trying to burn through the latest chapter in your work. Regardless of what you could have learned, the result is the same: your old friend stands in the doorway, shaking his head with mock solemnity even as he fails to hide a grin.

“Y/N, friend, have you ever been able to let yourself enjoy your time here, or must you always suffer yourself to your pages?”

You stand up with a smile and walk over to greet him. “Aragorn, how lovely to see you. What brings you this way?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Tracking business. There are rumors I don’t like about goings-on near Mount Doom, but that’s neither here nor there. Also, I heard that you weren’t doing as well as I would care to imagine.”

You stifle a groan. “You’ve been in contact with Arwen, haven’t you? Tell her she has nothing to worry about.”

“I would if I believed I wasn’t telling her lies,” Aragorn muses, “you seem too tired, my friend. Your brow is lined, your eyes are weary. What is the meaning of this?”

He does not say it angrily, or in any demand for information, just a concern for his friend. It is this and this alone that finally convinces you to open up.

“I need to do it,” you tell him at last, “I need results. I need pages of writing to make up for the fact that I lack the experience of the elves. I may be tired, but I feel like I have to prove that I deserve to be here.”

Aragorn shakes his head, looking surprised. “That cannot be. Who has told you that a person cannot merely live and have that be enough? Not every task must be proven right or proven useful, Y/N. You do not have to outwrite the elves, that truly is impossible. You are here to follow your own path, not theirs.”

You sigh. “It is difficult to not compare my writing with theirs when we live in the same place.”

“I remember that,” Aragorn says thoughtfully, “growing up and learning the way of the sword from elves with many decades already more than me was challenging, but it teaches you things that you would not know from mankind. Do not let them affect you, Y/N, intentionally or not. Only do what you wish to do. That is why you are here, not to do what they can but what you can. That way, they can learn from you as well.”

You run a tired hand across your face. “So you really came all this way to tell me to relax?”

His face splits in a familiar grin. “I figured you would need some advice. Besides, it truly is good to see you. It has been too long since we last spoke.”

You agree with that. “That means you could visit more often, you know, instead of tracking random animals through the wilderness.”

He frowns with pretend indignation. “My tasks are more important than that.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you tease, “you never visit long enough to tell me. And when you are here, you spend all your time following a certain Elf-maiden around. It makes for difficult conversation.”

He laughs. “You’re impossible.”

“Of course I am,” you say gleefully, “that’s why we’re friends. Thank you, though, for your words. I do appreciate them.”

“They are true,” he reminds you, “it is okay to rest. It always will be.”

It is a good message, this. Hard to remember and even harder to practice, but still good. You will try to apply its power in the days to come.

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ii-cant-word2 · 7 days

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something i drew for this

#homestuck #homestuck art #hs art #karkat vantas #dave strider #june egbert #j egbert #my awesum art #junedavekat #oneshot art? crazy

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dewwshi · 7 months

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@davekatweek 2023, day 7: "beginnings"

(n.) the point in time or space at which something begins.

#quick thing just so i have posted SOMETHING for davekat week ^_^ i haven't forgotten them still...#i thought i'd do a more figurative take on this prompt. i was struck by the 'point in time or space' qualifier on the definition #like what would be the point in SPACE where a RELATIONSHIP begins. so this is how i thought to represent that #as in. a little tuch #also by 'quick thing' do read 'almost three-hour thing' yeah this took longer than intended #but it turned out good and it's a not even a weeknight so. who give a shit.#i'm fascinated by definitions at the moment. i posted a oneshot fic recently and the summary was a definition. now i'm doing this shit #idk i guess i¨m on a definitions kick rn even though they're like cliché. frankly i do not care #ope my headphones just died #i'll take that as a sign.#enjoy! ^_^ happy davekat week #davekat #davekat week #davekat week 2023 #homestuck #homestuck fanart #karkat vantas #dave strider

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catgirlweed · 1 month

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Junestuck upd8! Casey meets some very special kids and learns important lessons along the way.

Or if you want, you can start the story from the beginning!

#yippeeeee yahoooooo #i have a roxy sidestory in the works if anyone is interested teehee #just a oneshot tho #homestuck #junestuck #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #june egbert #casey egbert #homestuck fanfic #m'art!#my writing #homestuck au

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parageist · 11 months

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i have never been more proud of a drawing in my entire life

(the challenge is to draw a different character for each color)

white: autism creature, the knight from hollow knight, the batter from off, napstablook from undertale,

red: pepperman from pizza tower

orange: dirk strider from homestuck

yellow: niko from oneshot

green: basil from omori

light blue: berdly from deltarune

blue: benrey from hlvrai

purple: zara embers from exspiravit (an original character of mine!)

pink: vinegar doppio and diavolo from jojo

black: gaster from undertale, the spot and miles morales from across the spiderverse, SOMETHING (x2) from omori

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carmen-in-space · 18 days

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HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY !!! here's an au i've been cooking up for a While now, and finally managed to write out!!!! chapter 1 of 2 out now!

#i love this au dearly if i had more time i would've posted it as a oneshot but alas. i love this shit sm tho #homestuck #carmen posts #homestuck fanfic #dave strider

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vikkirosko · 2 years

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🕶 Dave Strider x Reader Oneshot Now it's my glasses 💿

Dave woke up by his bed. He was sure that you had already woken up, because you were not with him. He reached for the nightstand, intending to put on his glasses, but did not find them where he left them. He looked at the floor, but he didn't find his glasses there either. He sat down and rubbed his eyes, then went to the kitchen, where the noise was coming from, planning to find out from you if you had seen his glasses.

"Hey (Y/N)! Have you seen my glasses?"

In the kitchen, all sounds abruptly died down. Dave found this suspicious and looked into the kitchen. There he saw you. You were in your house clothes and his glasses. You both froze, not knowing how to react to this situation.

"It's my glasses..."

"No"

"I'm sure it's my glasses"

"I'm sure you're wrong"

"Give back my glasses"

"No, now it's my glasses"

Dave rushed to you, intending to return the points, but you hurried in the opposite direction, not wanting to give up the trophy. You knew perfectly well that if Dave really wanted to, he could easily catch up with you, but he didn't do it. It was like a game in which you were running away from him, not wanting to give up points, laughing and smiling, and Dave was ready to go to great lengths for your sincere smile. Even give you his glasses for a while.

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #homestuck oneshots #Dave Strider #Dave Strider x Reader

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yandere-monoma · 6 months

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kym update thoughts because there were too many things to fit in the authors notes:

did you know, realistically, being in a coma for only a week can easily require over a year of physical therapy. god i have thoughts about this

#fascinating aspect of the writing process: outlining a plot completely and THEN doing the research #because the medically induced coma was an aspect of the plot since the fic got extended from the oneshot it was supposed to be #but like. yesterday i did the research into it #(research i should have known considering HJKSDFG)#and g o d #i do kind of wish i wrote this arc with that in mind cuz the thought of rose strider having to do intensive physical therapy is. Hoo #i mean its still a factor in what i imagine rose's pre-sburb days were like #but i would have done MORE #oh well its nice to imagine a quick edward elric-esque montage of rose relearning how to walk talk & fight over the span of like 3-6 months #fic: kill your masters #verse: killswitch

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aibou-ftw · 1 year

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Lingerie

Fandom: Homestuck Pairing: John/Dave

Welp.

So here you are. In your room. Dave’s sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you. You can’t believe you’re about to actually do this.

Your name is John Egbert and you are about to give your boyfriend a striptease.

#homestuck #johndave #pepsicola #hammertime #john egbert #dave strider #davejohn #Journeystuck #hom3stuck #fun fact: this fic had a MASSIVE overhaul compared to its first draft #originally it was just dirty smut #but now it's so much sappier #it's interesting just how much Recovery affected these oneshots #This is actually one of my faves now #hope you enjoy!#aiboufics

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Homeboy

Laughter, smiles, cotton candy and trinkets.

The little things kept their relationship intact and both John and Dave knew that, they didn't really care about that little detail though; they just kept on keeping on. Air and Time, it sounded like their powers would work a bit wonky together, but they figured it out, they figured out how to make everything work. And now that they're finally back on a variant of earth, not their earth though, some differences were here and there, but for the most part it was the same; they can just exist.

They can go to the movies, they can eat out at restaurants, they don't have to consistently worry about the fate of existence anymore. While that is nice, and something they enjoy, they miss it a little bit; but no one needs to know that.

They just keep on trekking.

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"Hey Dave..." John whined as he slumped on the back of the couch, resting his head by Daves, Dave made a noise of acknowledgement.

"Yes, my homeboy?" Dave questioned as he tilted his head back a little bit.

"Dave we're dating, I'm not a homeboy," John said, Dave opened his mouth to speak, "or a homegirl when I'm feeling female."

"John, John, June, John, may I bring your attention to the fact you're literally my only homeboy, or girl, now; that no one else is the homeboy the way you are? That everyone is just bro, or some other stupid nickname, that you are the one true homeboy?" Dave questioned, going on monologue as he gestured mildly with his hands, John raised his head.

"I was gonna say we should go check out the import shop and buy some cool shit, but now we're downgrading to a five star restaurant, that isn't Olive Garden," John said, smirking when Dave made a mocking hurt sound, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically, gasping a little bit.

"I'm hurt John, wounded even, my precious babygirl, how could you do this to me? Jail! Jail for John one thousand years!" Dave stated, his offense deeply sarcastic, but his tone laced with so much irony and umph it had John smiling a bit, he loved when Dave momentarily dropped the cool guy act to just be genuine.

"Love you too Miette, lets go get a happy meal and see what toy we get," John said, chuckling a little bit, pushing back from the couch, he had to pause to readjust his glasses, Dave followed, vaulting off the couch like a skilled acrobat.

"Sounds fan-fucking-tastic, I think this lineup is Pokemon," Dave said, Johns expression lit up like a christmas tree at the comment.

"Really?" John asked.

"Really," Dave responded with.

#homestuck #homestuck fic #dave strider #john egbert #genderfluid john egbert #dave strider homestuck #john egbert homestuck #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #short oneshot

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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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Okay okay. Oneshot/short scenario of yandere dirk strider x reader where the reader obviously has a shy little crush on dirk? Sure he's a little overprotective, but that's fine! They still want to kiss him on the face and hug him despite that 🥺 would he take advantage of their crush (considering he likes then back in this) or would he go about it slowly and somewhat like a normal non-yandere individual?

Sure, I'll make a small short of his reaction :) Dubious when this takes place, could be after the game if you want but I just never focused on it. Sorry if it's too short or not what you wanted :(

Still going to credit @yandere--stuck for their variation of Dirk that inspired mine. Without their work I probably couldn't characterize him in a good manner. I just like the idea of guilty yandere Dirk a lot.

Take It Slow

Yandere! Dirk Strider Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Guilt, Manipulation, Lucid yandere issues, Stalking, Kidnapping, Isolation, Dubious relationship, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Mentioned past Jake x Dirk.

Your attempts at hiding your feelings were pathetic. Then again this is coming from someone like Dirk, a man who prefers to hide his feelings in a stoic matter. Your shy nature about your attraction only ever made him fall further in love with you.

Your feelings were not helping his obsession in the slightest.

Dirk knew that he should be the one to shut down your feelings. A person such as him would only be poison to you. However, could he really pass up such an opportunity to have you as his?

He's only human, after all.

He tries not to blame himself when he calls you up to see him or meets you in person himself. He tries to ignore the guilt he feels when he admits he's noticed your feelings. Then he finally restrains the urge to berate himself for saying he feels the same.

His hesitance is temporarily halted when you collide with his chest. Your arms wrapping around him is like a vice, one that makes him forget the issues of this. In your mind, this is a normal relationship.

Not to Dirk.

It can't possibly be normal if he's stalked you for this long. It can't be normal that he's fantasized about you for what feels like forever. He's a stalker and someone who excuses it as protecting you.

Yet when he hears you say you love him. When he feels you kiss his head and tell him you've been waiting for this, just like him... he gives in. He'll try to take things as normal as he can make them.

Why should he focus on the past? All that should matter is here and now. In a way he feels he's taking advantage of you, your crush was just by chance.

Yet why should he acknowledge that? He promises you, he promises himself, that he'll take things slow with you. Sure, he's not the most emotional boyfriend.

But God does he love it when you cling to him.

He shouldn't fault himself for holding you and squeezing every last "I Love You" out of you. Why does he keep trying to deny such a gift? The one he loves adores him.

He doesn't care if he's bad for you.

Like a venus flytrap, you'll only be aware of the danger you're in when you trip the triggers. Before you know you need to run, he'll end up clamping down. You've given him a taste.

He'll only want more.

It starts like a dream for the both of you. He slowly gets used to your love, leaning into your hugs and kisses like it's the best thing he's ever felt. It's addicting, he hasn't felt anything like it except maybe with Jake.

Yet his attraction towards you is much stronger than it was with Jake.

Being with you felt right. Dirk's desperate to keep it right. He continues using his creations to stalk you, he continues to cling to you in hopes you'll never leave, he gets worse. His red flags start to show.

You used to love him. Perhaps even now you still do to some degree. But when you begin to regret the relationship between you...

Dirk's already locked you in his home and made escape bordering on impossible.

Why? Well, he can't lose you now, can he? He's always meant to be the one to protect you. Boyfriend or not... he wants to keep you safe with himself.

In his eyes the only way to keep the feelings he has towards you alive is to isolate you with just him.

He still knows it's wrong, although it's not like that's stopped him before.

#yandere homestuck #yandere dirk strider #yandere homestuck x reader

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cryptar · 2 years

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A SHITTON OF HOMESTUCK FIC RECS

The Vienna Game

Pale Solrezi, Rose n Dave are AIs, the world building absolutely FUCKS.

Caffeine High

Red Dirktav and Pale SolTav, a coffee shop au, IN SPACE.

General Vantas Gets Hitched

JohnKat, Fantasy arranged marriage au with political intrigue.

Your Cold Bare Hands, They Hold Too Tight

DirkJohn, Crockercorp Striders and lots of homoerotic fighting, Alpha Dave is. Hot.

Something Involving Arson

DirkJohn, One if my favourite fics, makes you laugh but has an underlying mystery that makes you wish it wasn't a oneshot, in a good way.

The Finer Details Of Gay Cluckbeast

DaveJohn, they get married, as bros, of course.

How To Stop Time

Davesprite, Jade and John on their three year journey, featuring minor jadedavesprite, aroace john, and lots of emotions.

Hot Disaster Dumbass Factory

Pale Soldave, University AU, Eventual Heavy Angst, It's a shitshow.

Dire Straights

DirkJohn, Earth C, John is so deep in the closet it hurts.

Catacombs

JadeKat, DirkJohn, Fantasy + Political AU, Three long fics that are all incredible.

Godfeels

Multiple Fics, messy coming outs and themes of self discovery, June Centric, Junerezi, June is powerful and finally herself and that scares people, So much angst omfg.

Dayvhe's Broken Diamond Club

Trollstuck, Slowburn Pale Soldave and other quadrent and non-quadrent bullshit.

Knight Of Spades

Doomed Timelines, Pan-Quadrent Davekat and Polyamorous Meteor Crew, not even fucking around this fic changed something in me.

So What’s The Return Policy For Emotional Damages?

Non-Sburb, RoseMary, First Meeting with snarky broads and shittier flirting.

Ruby Red

Short n sweet RoseMary, seriously, my teeth are rotting over here.

There will be Singing about the Dark Times

Non-Sburb Davekat, Alternia is horrible, Revolution Based.

meeting people the old fashioned way

Crackfic, University AU, Davekat, first meeting. Enough said.

So we dont kill the ones we love

Non-Sburb, Davekat, VERY EXPLICIT SO HEED TAGS, Troll/Human Society, Criminals, God I love fictional politics.

Cozy as fuck in here

DaveJohnKat, Crackfic, John catches Dave and Karkat making out in a closet, literally and figuratively.

Special Delivery

DirkJake, Non-Sburb, Dirk is a pizza guy and Jake is a rich kid with ISSUES.

You Can't Break That Which Isn't Yours

Transgirl Rose Fic, Very Gender, Much Introspection.

But I cannot lose a friend and a lover

Pesterlog, Earth C, Post-Divorce June and Roxy being mates, Junes trans but doesn't know it yet.

Loophole

Pale Johnvris, Adoption Fic, Petstuck, Sad Ending, Thinking about this one actually made me tear up.

In Which Dave Strider Gets a Roommate (and a Little Bit More)

SolDave, University AU, there is nothing more homoerotic then having a roommate.

Alternate Universe

Magical AU, University AU, Amnesia, SolDaveKat, can't say much without spoilers, but TRUST ME OKAY.

Space Bro

SolKat, Post-Sburb, Reincarnation? I guess?

Lost Teeth Like White Jewels

Hemostuck AU, Pirates, Erikar, Karezi and even more parings, seriously, what more could you need.

mary, mary, quite contra- is that a fucking wasp

University AU, Minor Rosemary, Crackfic, Wasps, Karkat and Kanaya being bros.

A Joker's Not Even A Real Playing Card Anyway

Crackfic, Crossover, Spades Slick ends up in Gotham, hilarity ensues.

Eschewal

DirkJake, Angst, Psychological Horror, Oh god someone give Jake a fucking hug PLEASE GUYS.

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jojotier · 2 months

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thinking about the mental gymnastics I was bending in as a baby trans firmly in his egg and how it got expressed through that one Dave Strider trying on a dress oneshot I wrote when I was 15. Dave insisting theyre not trans or anything while two words later saying that they need to get it together and "stop subtly cringing at the word boy". "even though he was a boy (that's what he was born as, right?)" the constant thought of Bro as some specter of toxic masculinity and by extension transmisogyny. Describing the feeling of looking at themself in the dress as like when theyre wearing suits "but cooler somehow". Its 2k words of repression incarnate topped off with an authors note that reads "I am a cis person". By god my shell was so goddamned thick. Anyway transfem Dave superiority

#homestuck #dave strider #just looking back through that fic bc it was babys first trans story and man #some things suddenly make SO much sense about how i wrote that gkzkgkslkfks #in a hilarious turn of events though my relationship with masculintiy was super messed up meaning it took me a while to realize #i was actually a man!#a really effeminate man specifically!#wild how that works #mobius double reachagender

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davejade-daily · 6 months

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a silly little oneshot i wrote

prompt: person b wants to use their laptop on the couch, but person a is occupying the space in their lap

set in a college au, edits by mod harley

Homework is usually not that hard to do for Jade. However, it becomes a lot harder when there’s a whole Dave Strider occupying her leg space. Despite the tall and lanky look he’s got about him, he’s quite heavy. He has taken the opportunity to somehow fit his whole body onto her legs. That’s a lot of Dave real estate. She’s beginning to regret choosing the couch instead of a proper desk. She’d thought it would be more fun, more casual, less stressful, but it turns out that if you leave the opportunity open, it will be seized.

“Dave. Get up.” She gives him a nice warning shove, hoping he’ll take the hint and get up so that she can write a lab report for her physics class. It shouldn’t take very long, but with Dave around distracting her, it’ll probably take longer than it usually does.

“Nah, I’m cool right here.” He doesn’t move, continuing to press buttons in some kind of order to make his video game character do a triple backflip. The digital crowd goes wild. “Your legs are surprisingly comfortable. Maybe I should do away with pillows entirely.”

She huffs a breath, giving him a Look that he can’t see. Or is ignoring. It’s hard to tell at this angle. “I will push you onto the floor if I have to.”

She gets no response except for the sound effects coming from the TV screen. After a few seconds of this, she uses both hands to push Dave off of her legs, immediately claiming the spot with her laptop and opening it up to her assignment. Dave makes an “oomph” sound as he hits the ground, his video game guy falling out of his current flip combo. The crowd boos, and the game over screen appears.

He stares up at her, mouth slightly open for a moment before he speaks. “Betrayal. I’ve been betrayed. I trusted you, Harley.” Dave continues to lay on the floor. Jade pretends not to notice, as it’s well deserved. Besides, he looks stupid down there. Serves him right.

“I told you I would. You shouldn’t be this surprised.” She shrugs, frowning at the blank document she has open. She could’ve sworn she’d written something during class to get started, but apparently not. “I was just taking back my valuable real estate, aka my legs.”

“So this is my villain origin story. This is the moment where the entire narrative changes, where I get stabbed in the back by the person that I trust and love dearly, where I decide to take the path of revenge instead of pursue the light of truth or something like that.”

Jade thinks that this is an overreaction. But then again, this is Dave. This is actually quite normal for him. However, she needs to get her work done, shenanigans aside!! It’s only fair. “You don’t want me to fail physics, do you?”

Dave pauses what she’s sure was the beginning of a drawn out monologue about all the ways that she just wronged him. She thinks that this is far too much time to contemplate a simple question. “Maybe it’s karma for the atrocious crime you just committed.”

Jade rolls her eyes. It definitely was NOT an atrocious crime. She was entirely justified in it. “If I use you as a table instead, will you shut up?”

He debates this option. An olive branch, if you will. After a moment, he gets up, but not without a grumble and a few quiet comments. She lifts up her laptop and he returns to his flopped position across her lap, and, as promised, she uses him as a table, finally able to start on that lab paper.

#davejade #davejade fic #dave strider #jade harley #mod strider #i wrote this while decidedly not doing math so its kinda low quality #au tag

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