#dictatious x reader

Frowning at the window watching the rain pour from inside you huff. Lightning flashes and you cross your arms seeing leaves blow in a colorful whirlwind of death. Bad whether sucked.

"Love step away from there. Your moods already sour." Dictatious calls from the couch but you stay silent and mournful as you lean your head against the cool glass. It fogs under your touch and watching the window slowly go white you sign.

"..."

Hearing shifting you pause as a blanket is thrown over your head. Crying out and throwing your arms around as he scoops you up in your blanket the green heathen nuzzles you smiling.

"Come now we can still have fun. We'll make a night in. That doesn't sound bad at all now does it?" Pouting still sad Halloween got cancelled he begins kissing your face making you giggle.

"No! No! Stop! Stop! It sounds wonderful! It sounds wonderful!" You relent laughing as he tickles you. Smirking in trumiph he gives you a gentle forehead kiss before plopping back down on the couch holding you close.

You were having a hard time with everything. The Eternal Night had been a few days ago and now you were with Toby staying behind to protect Arcadia. Aarrrgh was here and Strickler and Barbara but the trolls and Claire and Jim and Blinkous were out who knows where and you stayed up every night praying they weren't dead. Phone calls were few and far inbetween each other leaving you anxious as you slipped off to sleep every night.

The first thing you did every morning was check your phone for updates. Often there were none and that plagued your worried mind.

Dic knew it was hard on you staying behind so Toby and Aarrrgh wouldn't be alone. But they had their own lives and hardly ever checked in. So you were left out no matter what you did. He thought you were handling it well. That you had him. That you were okay. However, when you started crying one night he realized his mistake of not taking better care of you.

Hugging you close you sobbed into his chest tears flowing down your face and going down his rock skin. He hated the sounds you were making and the way you trembled against him as you cried in agony. All four arms wrapped around you as he closed his eyes putting his forehead to yours. Rocking you back and forth he wished he could help. Calming you down ugly sobbing reduced to small sniffles Dic huffed before sitting you down.

His hands went all over your body and as your crying stopped he began to gently squeeze and knead flesh. Going limp against him he hummed softly giving you gentle kisses as he massages you stressed and tense flesh. Your shoulders, your back, your arms. He made sure to massage and kiss it all.

"My love all will be alright..." And leaning against him feeling his strong arms wrap around you as he gently sways you in hold, you realize he's right. Closing your eyes stress gone for now he hummed softly staying awake to watch you as you slept. Tucking your hair back he fell onto the couch pulling you close as he wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

He would be there for you, he wouldn't fail you again.

I'm gonna go with Dic

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He'd gotten annoyed at you. You don't remember how the fight started exactly, just that harsh words were said on his part and angry defensive ones on your part. You do remember how it ended however, and how it was still going apprentally.

As you looked at the sugar that had been purposely put on the top shelf way above your reach despite how often you used it you grumbled leaving the kicthen and coming back with a stepping stool. Unfolding and stepping up on it, you teeter on your tip toes before you grab the ingredients you needed. Rolling your eyes at his pettiness you start to angry bake. Dictatious was such a spoiled brat. He was your spoiled brat but still, the troll tested your patience in ways you didn't know were possible until you met him.

Sighing as you continued mixing you could hear the blind troll snickering nearby clearly hearing your struggle but not helping. Lips tight you turn annoyed as he laughed at your pain. He was tiny for his kind!!! Why was he teasing you about it???

Huffing you go back to aggressively stirring. Blind as a bat and just barley learning the layout of your house and he still found ways to mess with you. Oh well, at least he was cute. If he wasn't you might've kicked his ass by now.

"Dictatious I will make these cookies and I will eat them all myself. Apologize and promise to stop or their all mine." You warn crossing your arms as you stare at the green man lounging in your living room. The troll instantly jumps up and begins to whine as he stumbled towards you before grabbing your arm and shaking it like a small child.

Smirking glad you had his attention you continue to tease him and keep the bowl away from his grabby hands as he blubbers out a half assed apoligy to get a taste of the sweet you were making. Two could play at the teasing game.

Once he was done begging you chuckled giving him a small kiss on his nose. Shooing him away to the couch you begin clumping cookie batter onto a tray. He could have apology cookies but the batter was yours.

He's done so much research! Yes Dictatious had read about Valentine's dates and human courting rituals and now he will make the best proposal in your human fleshy history! He's compiled lists of things he'd need and has spent hours making the perfect plan and now that the day was here he'd start it off right!

~~~

You woke with a start as you smelled smoke.

Rushing downstairs you were surprised to find Dictatious trying to cook in your kitchen. You could see the remains of what seemed to be burnt sausage and eggs as he depertaley tried to use water to put the stoves flames out.

"Dic?" Looking up alarmed he tried to hide the mess but seeing as it covered your whole kitchen he was less than successful. "... Can you tell me what happened here?" You question as you dip a rag into the water bucket you kept near the stove and carefully placed it on the logs inside, putting out the fire.

Ringing out the towel into a sink you notice ash was all over your kitchen and there appeared to be pools of water as well as juice and milk.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) you weren't supposed to wake up! Here sit rest." He states gently pushing you towards a chair. Looking around as you sit down rag still in hand, he begins rambling as he runs around your now filthy kitchen tryong to fix the mess. "It was to be a surprise! You see I was supposed to take it up to you to have it in bed! I mean that's what the books said well... Uhhhhh no matter I can still make this... I can salvage this." He begins frantically digging around the kitchen to try and find new ingredients. Smiling as you get up and walk towards him he whines holding a ruined pan in one hand and a table clothe full of garbage in the other one.

Standing on your tipe toes you kiss his forehead before smoothing his messy hair back.

"Why don't I make breakfast for us? And you tell me what your blubbering on about." You ask gently and sighing he nods.

Chuckling as you look over at the troll he fidgets with his four hands nervously. As he bites your pan chewing on it you roll your eyes shaking your head.

Smiling and humming as you sweep Dic signs. "I... It's a human courting day today and I just... I wanted to make it special." He says slowly. "I thought breakfast in bed would be romantic but I underestimated how hard it is to cook human food and I..." He sighs taking a large bite out of your frying pan. "I made a mess." He states guilty.

Looking around your kitchen you hum. He had made a huge mess but he didn't mean too. There was water all over the floor from when he kicked over the water bucket trying to put out the fire and there was ash underneath your stove because he didn't properly seal it. Juice and Milk spilled over your countertop from him not being careful and burnt food littered your stove on plates you'd just cleaned.

You noticed there was some glass that had smashed on the floor as well. Not to mention all your herbs and spices had been moved around. Chuckling at what looked like a hurricane through your kitchen you smile. Looking at Dic he shoves the rest of your burnt pan in his mouth eating it as he looks anywhere but you. Seeing a lovely bouquet behind him you snort.

"Nonsense Dic. You brought me some beautiful wildflowers and put them in a crystal vase for me. My kitchen may be a bit messy but you were trying to do something nice for me. No ones ever thought to make me breakfast in bed." You hum.

Continuing to clean curious on what the rest of the day would hold Dic stayed on your chair keeping out of the way.

~~~

Tapping his fingers looking at the flowers before looking down Dic feels himself blush. Perhaps now was not the best time to mention his brother had given him those flowers saying to send his regards and that he had in fact not thought of them.

Oh well. What you didn't know wouldn't hurt you besides he had a million things planned for the rest of the day. He's sure some of his poetry, the gifts he'd hidden through the woods, the star gazing picnic he had planned, and other romantic things would take your mind off the kitchen disaster.

(Dictatious is about to get another black eye for scaring the shit out of you)

Callista was a troubled troll. One you had no problem with but many others seemed too. You knew the fate of her tribe having friends there and could sympathize with her situation. Ripped from her home, imprisoned in a foriegn land, and given a name she never wanted by people who didn't want her. It was hard on her. It was hard because others made it hard.

You had warned your husband not to go near her when she slept, even if it was to check if she was alive. But did he listen? No. No he did not and now here you we're treating his wounds and fuming.

"She really didn't mean too." Dictatious states noticing your angry state. Humming grumpily as you go to put ointment on his eyes he grabs your hands holding them tightly and you huff staring at him.

"I'm not mad at Callista." You state pulling away your hands to continue to fix his eyes. They had swollen and he was basically blind on his left side now. By Merlins beard he could be an idiot

"What?" He questions confused. "Then why are you so mad?" He demands.

"BECAUSE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CHECK ON HER!" Calista was strong there was no doubt in your mind she was fine. But Dictatious would never leave anything to chance. A strange troll looming over her after a traumatic attack? You would've punched him too. You wanted to punch him now.

"Love I'm sorry." You hum in response treating his wounds and ignoring him. He whines until you pay attention to him. "Forgive meeeeeee." He begs pulling at your hands and you sigh.

Putting the medical stuff down you hug him close slowly headbomping him. "I'm still mad at you." You huff but he doesn't respond as he cuddles into your lap taking in your affection and warmth.

"Leech." You tease and he hums snuggling even closer to you. Dragging your fingers through his hair you sigh giving in. Putting your head on top of his you hold him closer making him purr contently.

For being the smartest troll around he was an idiot. But he was your idiot...

You wanted to be a mage and painter in Camelot. Study magic, paint the Royal family, and learn ancient knowledge. The chances were slim but you had faith in your skills and were excited to at least try. You had travled a seasons time to learn from Merlin and Morgana, too serve King Arthur but it seems the rumors of Camelot were untrue. It was not the Kingdom of Light you'd come to expect. The Knights of the Round Table were bigots and Arthur spoke of things he didn't understand as if an expert. He acknowledged your brush skills but never once discussed magic. He planned to ban it and all who could do it. Morgana was the only sane person in the entire castle but again and again she was ignored. You were ignored.

Having expected more you decide to pack up and find somewhere else to settle. If not with your own kind perhaps the earth would take you in.

Morgana seemed saddened when you decided to leave but more than understood. She sent you off with good regards and gave you lots of scrolls to self teach. She even slipped in some new art supplies for your troubles. A kind woman riddled with darkness you wished her luck before heading to bed preparing to leave the next morning.

So early Dawn, the light barely peaking into your window you retreated away from Camelot. Past the stone walls of a kingdom you hoped to call home you trudged your way deep into the mystical woods and decided to live amongst the wild things. You could learn magic here away from all those that feared it and become closer to the earth. Your scrolls and paints would be your guide.

Settling into a routine you pick a spot and create a cottage. Next to a creek you make a well and dig a garden. After another season you have a home and crop before winter fall. A small room to call your own, a kitchen, and a latrine. Outside you'd also made a shack where you could do art and be happy.

Out here away from humans you were truly free.

It's out here in the middle of the wilderness you meet Blinky and Dictatious. Your simple cottage where you painted and did magic was about a miles hike away from a busy troll center. You had no idea you'd built so close to troll territory until a close encounter with a Gum Gum almost left you dead, yet you refused to leave your new home and tried to make peace by giving the trolls and Gunmars wandering space. You don't bother the trolls they don't bother you, at least you hoped they'd give you that courtesy.

And at first it was that way. The trolls in the area ignored you and you lived your life in bliss. Doing magic by campfire light, singing and dancing to spirits, bathing under the stars, and painting whenever you chose too.

But soon the trolls discovered your hidden talents. Maybe it was the smell of your house, or the feel of the land around were you built but they could sense magic. Ever since you came they also noticed how their crystals tasted better and the land was healthier. They soon realized the human who lived a fortnights walk from the nearest civilization was a mage.

Mages were rare and renound amongst trolls, magic being such an important part of their culture. So of course they became curious of you. Mages often lives in packs, wiccans stuck closey together so why were you alone? As the trolls got curious they began to watch you occasionally some even going as far to try and meet you.

Whenever a troll happened to meet you, you were always polite. Soon they realized you were a friend, as long as they didn't threaten or scare you, you wouldn't threaten them.

Soon enough one of curious trolls learned of your artistry as well. Trolls tend to eat paper but your work was beautiful. The trolls grew fascinated with your skills and soon you had trolls offering you priceless gems and artifacts for a portrait or help brewing a potion. Your magic and artisy began to spread fast and the trolls all wanted to become your friends. It's through these spreading rumors and excited gossip the twins heard of you.

A small human who had the ability to cast magic and draw life like portraits. A small human unafraid of trolls accepting crystals and artifacts as payment for art and mage services. A human who seemed fearless, educated, and talented.

The scholars were immediately interested. They wanted to ask you of your knowledge, perhaps even trade scrolls but the brothers were also nervous. What if you rejected them? Said no?

Finally they get the guts to approach you. You sit outside your cottage under the stars. Your alone sipping tea as a fire crackles next to you keeping away any wild animals. They approach shyly and ask if they can join.

You bring out cushioned wood chairs for them to sit in and clay cups for drink from. The fire alluminates your form and they stare at your beauty.

"What brings you here?" Your voice is so organic, so different than the deep throaty sounds a troll makes. Your so soft so delicate and yet strong in a way they'd never known. The brothers feel themsleves growing shy under your curious gaze and advert all their eyes to the flickering fire.

They glance at each other urging the other to speak. You fill their cups with tea and Blinkous finally gains ybe courage to speak.

"I am Blinkous Galadrigal. This is my brother Dictatuous. I-we..." Blinky takes a deep breath and swallows several times before becoming articulate again. "Wanted to ask of the human world. Of your books and culture. Of your experience with magic." As he babbles you sip your tea moonlight reflecting sharply from your eyes. The brothers find themselves entranced by your presence and you haven't even said a spell.

"So everything?" You question with a laugh. Your laugh is kind and full of the promise of friendship amd adventure. It's the most amazing sound they've ever heard.

"Yes." Dictatious speaks up before he blushes six eyes wide. He blinks and looks to Blinky but Blinky sips his tea unwilling to help. He sighs and recollects himself. "Well yes and no. What we mean is. We're scholars. We learn and we record. If we could we'd like to wrote about you and your talents. Perhaps we could also share and swap scrolls." The trolls shifts and you reach for the knife on your hip but he shows a satchel full of properly binded books and scrolls. The brothers are surprised by your quick reflexes and how quickly you calm down. Dictatious scoots closer once you've relaxed and shows the scrolls.

"Some I've written some my brother has." Blinky says. You seem intrugued by the scrolls and the trolls watch as your lips spread into a smile.

Your hands are gentle nimble and each piece of parchment is a treasure.

"Could you perhaps illustrate our findings? In this book?" Blinky questions. "It would be a group project if you want." You finish skimming the scrolls pages and looking up at the brothers you smile.

"It would be my honor." Dictatious and Blinkous blush seeing your bright smile and kind eyes. It would be thir honor as well.

~~~

Bonus: When they get home it's a full on brawl for who gets to ask out the mage first.

~ Blinky had taken on an apprentice. Trolls valued their history, their culture but often more than not warriors were celebrated while trolls like him, the quiet historians who recorded these warriors great feats were just an afterthought. So when a young scholar came to him expressing interest in his work he was quick to show them the wonders of working in a library. Trying not so subtly to take them on as an apprentice.

~ Many trolls had a fine eye for books and a love for art but Blinkous quickly discovered you were a rare breed. Not only a scholar but an enthusiast like him and his brother. You had a wild imagination and although you could fight you enjoyed the comfort of a good book on a quiet night rather than the metal of clashing weapons in the forge. After becoming friends and visiting ghe libarary over and over you decide to become Blinkies apprentice. The troll got so excited to become a mentor he made you a room in the library where you could stay and a study from for you to work and do research for your books.

~ He tells you of Dictatious as you train in the art of bookmaking and recording. His brother was a great author and known poet. He often traveled to explore and write of discoveries he's made. But he's also what humans would call a player. Dictatious had always been more popular than Blinkous and Blinky did not care however he warned you of his brothers attitudes.

~ When you've passed the tests needed to prove you could be a historian and that you had the skills needed to help him with his work Blinky is so proud. During your trial porcess he had grown a kinship towards you and he was happy you'd stuck through all his teachings and ramblings. It's some weeks into your work that he decides you should meet hos brother. He assures you despite his stories Dictatious is a good troll. So one day while working he brings in his brother and introduces you to Dictatious. Dic takes to you almost immediately. You have similar book tastes and it turns out your a fan of his work though your weary of his character.

~ Blinky is glad you two are friends and is happy that he and Dic have someone else to talk to about theories, books, and artwork. However as time goes on he notices Dictatious is not just being friendly he is courting. Nope none of that! This is his charge not a fling no romance allowed in the library!

~ Of course being the younger brother Dic does not take Blinky all that seriously. He continues to trade books with you, give compliments on your work, critque your art thoughtfully, and initiate intellectual and slightly flirty banter. He even begins leaving surprises in the books he gives you. Small poems and crushed flowers. When Blinky is busy he'll also slip into your study and leave you fancy quills, pretty inks, and crystals. He wants to show that he cares and he hopes these gifts are a good step towards showing his true feelings.

~ Dictatious is a poetic soul. He believes in true love and soulmates but he will never admit this aloud. Blinky may not want him around you but he feels you two belong together. When you talk his heart flutters, your words are so powerful and your thoughts unlike anything he's ever heard, and your books/drawings. You are so talented and so beautiful. He wishes he could give you the world because that's all you deserve.