#courting

Cue hijinks of jealousy, possessiveness, and misunderstandings.

Am I onto something or on something!!! (It's both)

Also I headcannon that omegas do have fangs for defending their pups/nests but Dennis' are big, a source of teasing and contempt in Broken Bow Nebraska, meanwhile Jack/Robby are just "fuck shit fuck he's so strong, so capable of protecting fuuuuck we have to step up our game right now-"

And Dennis is so fucking confused because he's trying really hard to prove to his attendings that he's a great choice for being their mate when they keep doing shit for him-

Like Cas sees a green rock the color of Dean’s eyes and then when he sees Dean again he hands it to him, or he finds a little miniature impala keychain and that ends up on the seat in the Impala for Dean to find later.

And it gets to the point where Dean has a dedicated drawer in the bunker for Things Cas Brought, cause one time Cas saw something he gave Dean (an origami crane he made himself after watching an old man in Japan) in the trash and was so upset about it that Dean promised himself he’d never do it again. (The drawer is very full).

And the first thing Dean does when he rescues Cas from the Empty is hand him a blue rock the color of his eyes, cause the first thing Cas ever gave him was a little green rock the color of Dean’s eyes. And then kisses him, obviously. But the rock first.

No warnings. Just absolute fluff.

* I took some liberties with Dwarven courting customs. Enjoy!

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Thorin had been courting you for months.

Not in half-measures, nor with casual intent, but with the deep, deliberate care of you, who loved with his whole being. He brought you gifts that spoke more than words ever could: hand-forged trinkets etched with runes of protection, rare gems whose colors reminded him of your eyes, a cloak woven by the finest hands in Erebor to keep you warm in the mountain halls. Each offering was thoughtful, extravagant, and heavy with meaning.

And yet, you felt there was something more you should do.

You were not born of stone and fire as the Dwarves were. You had come to Erebor from elsewhere, welcomed and cherished, but some customs still lay beyond your understanding. So one quiet afternoon, you sought out Balin.

He was seated near the hearth, poring over an old ledger when you approached. At the sound of your steps, his eyes lifted, immediately softening.

“Ah,” he said gently, closing the book. “Come, lass. Sit.”

You did, fingers twisting together in your lap as you explained your worries—how deeply Thorin loved, how earnestly he courted, and how you feared you had not yet shown him the same devotion in a way he would truly understand.

Balin listened without interruption, his expression thoughtful. To you, he had always been something of a father—steady, kind, and endlessly patient.

“In Dwarven courting,” he said at last, his voice warm, “gifts are words. Acts are vows.” He paused, studying you. “There is one gesture, though, reserved only for those who are entirely certain.”

You leaned in.

“A Dwarrowdam who is ready to give her whole heart will cut a small lock of her hair,” Balin explained. “It is a sign of trust, of dedication. Hair is not given lightly among our people. To do so is to say: I am yours, without reservation.”

The words settled deep within you. You thanked him softly, and Balin only smiled, pride shining in his eyes.

That evening, alone in your chambers, you stood before the mirror. Your hands did not tremble when you took the blade—your heart was steady, certain. A small lock fell free, and you wrapped it carefully in silk before placing it into a simple box.

Thorin was not in his quarters when you arrived. After a moment’s hesitation, you set the box gently upon his table and slipped away, hoping he would understand.

He did.

When Thorin returned from council, weariness clung to his shoulders—until he saw the box. He opened it slowly, reverently, and when he realized what it was, his breath caught.

For a long moment, the world seemed to still.

Then his heart thundered.

He left his chambers at once, strides long and urgent, his pace restrained only by the dignity of his crown. By the time he reached your door, he was barely holding himself back.

You answered the knock with a soft word, not knowing who stood beyond.

The moment the door opened, Thorin stepped inside, closing the distance between you in two swift steps. You barely had time to speak before his hand came up, firm but careful at the back of your neck, pulling you into him.

His kiss stole your breath.

It was full of everything he had not said—gratitude, awe, devotion, love so fierce it burned. When he finally rested his forehead against yours, his voice was low, reverent.

Thank you for your time! I love your writing and I hope you have a good day/night! 💝

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Warnings: none. Courting, maul being a gentleman, moving slow, single mention of urges on both sides.

This is literally so cute and have been obsessed with this prompt since I posted something about it the other night.

Thank you sweet face! I’m doing well. Just dealing with my monthly 🙄 I hope all you lovelies are doing well!

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-maul would move slow; taking his time to observe you before even talking to you. Finding out your likes and dislikes, what makes you tick, and what grates your nerves

-he’d find out your favorite places to eat, to shop, what hobbies you have, and if you’re a reader, find out what local libraries you visit

-after about a month or two of this is when he begins. It starts off with him telling you his intentions. A simple “you’ve caught my interest and with your permission, I’d like to court you.”

-once you said yes, and that you feel the same way, that’s when everything truly begins. It starts with gifting you flowers weekly/bi weekly. Maul keeps an eye on each bouquet he gifts you and brings you new ones the second the others begin to wilt. Your flower vase will never be empty again.

-this one started before the flowers; but he holds doors open for you. Anytime you two need to share a turbo lift, he always lets you go first(this goes in general as well)

-physical touch is limited, but it’s always true to his feelings. He holds your hand every chance he gets. When in town or in public he’ll guide you with a hand on your lower back.

-another thing he loves, and holds sacred, are forehead touches. Resting his against yours for a silent moment. Nothing compares

-dates twice a week

-is always on time, even early most days. Will greet you with a gentle kiss to your cheek or forehead, and when he drops you back off, he’ll end the night with a warm hug.

-he pays. Not just for dinners, or lunches, or even those breakfast dates. He pays for EVERYTHING

-library dates, shopping dates, supplies for your hobbies, even groceries time to time.

-don’t even think about pulling out your own chair. Maul handles that every. single. time. When you get out of a speeder, he’s on your side with a hand held out for you to take

-now if you’re curious about sex, he waits for you to make a move. But makes sure it’s not rushed or too early in as well. Refuses to let you feel that if you don’t put out he’ll lose interest

-for urges…oh yea, he handles that at home. Most of the time before the date, or before seeing you in general.

-you do the same. More so after the dates, especially if his cologne rubbed off on you..

-now for you on the other hand, can’t get enough

-you’ve never been courted, you’ve had people interested sure. But no one who’s actually taken the time to learn you, to study you

-you can’t help the blush that creeps up your neck and onto your face with every kind gesture from Maul

-you’ve even kept a few dried flowers from the first bouquet he gave you. Having used a book to flatten them(you ended up keeping a flower from each set you’ve been given. keeping them safe in a trinket box in your room)

-you’ve been touched before but something about the way Maul does it…it’s like a teenager with a crush for the first time

-for someone who’s so brute, so strong, who’s killed many people, you’re seeing the other side of him. The softer side, the more vulnerable side of maul

-and you’re excited to learn more about him as time goes on