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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)Female!Reader

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky’s become your personal heater and there’s only one bed. 

Series Type: Fluff, smut(~), one bed trope, slow burn, slow build, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, snow everywhere, soft!Bucky.

Series warning: Language. Smut in later chapters. Respective warnings are mentioned in each chapter. Highly self indulgent.

Words: 42K

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 ~

Chapter 7 ~

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10 ~

Epilogue

{Extra scenes #1, #2}

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Preview and A/N below the cut.

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Thorin and Bilbo on the other side of Erebor:

Word count: 1998

It’s another “main character shows up in Mirkwood and has to figure out how to survive”, but this time with my OC Aurelia Castillo and she freaks out first. Have fun laughing at her!

A/N: the bolded text is a different language, text in italics are thoughts

Warnings: lots of cursing

Aurelia Castillo was relaxing during her summer vacation. She was hot, tired, and bored. She had stripped down to a swimsuit with just a long, thin scarf wrapped around her body so that her father didn’t make any comments about her “indecent” appearance when he came home. She had put on Star Trek, but even that was failing to catch and hold her attention right now. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she was falling. She thought that perhaps she was still asleep, and she was just dreaming, but then she fell through a layer of branches and it stung. She screamed, now completely alert and terrified. More branches, thin ones luckily, slapped against her back and legs, and then she hit the ground, and everything went black.

When she woke up again, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing: giant spiders. So she did what Ron Weasley would do—she cowered and screamed. Their spindly legs shuffled through the leaves, and then they started screaming. There were horrible, wet slicing sounds as if blades were sliding through their bodies, and horrible punching sounds as if arrows were knocking the spiders down. 

Swords? Arrows? Who uses those anymore?

Then everything was quiet again, and there were only the soft sounds of footsteps on the ground, coming closer to her. Aurelia slowly peeked up from under her arm and looked around to see several beautiful people armed with bows and all sorts of blades surrounding her. Her head swiveled until she noticed one person kneeling on the ground close to her. He held out a hand to help her up, but Aurelia, being terrified, slapped it away and scrambled back. 

“No me toques,” she said angrily. 

In her peripheral vision, she saw a few of the other people raise their weapons slightly. One of them muttered something in a strange language. Aurelia examined the man closest to her warily. He looked at her with kind eyes and seemed to understand that she was scared. Then she finally noticed his pointed ears, braided blonde hair, and green garments. Her eyes widened. She recognized these people. 

They were Mirkwood elves. 

“What the fuck,” she said. 

She stared at all of them for a second more before laying back down on the ground and covering herself with her scarf again. 

“Absolutely not,” she said, refusing to believe what was right in front of her. “Please kill me, maybe then I’ll wake up.”

All of the elves, including Legolas (for that is who the blonde in front of her was, of course), looked at her as if she had lost her mind. Legolas wasn’t sure what to do. 

“I think we need to take you to my father,” he said in the common tongue.

“No, no, that’s okay, just leave me here to die,” Aurelia responded. 

“We can’t leave you here, for a number of reasons,” Legolas said. 

He gestured to two of his company and they took hold of Aurelia’s arms and pulled her up. She pulled away from them, feeling exposed by her now very inappropriate bathing suit and thin covering. They dragged her with them. 

“Don’t touch me!” she said. 

One of the soldiers, a red-headed woman, noticed her discomfort and threw a cloak around the young girl’s shoulders. Aurelia gave her a grateful look.

“Here,” the woman said. “Do not worry.”

“Don’t worry?” Aurelia laughed, almost hysterically. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on!”

A few of the soldiers glanced at Legolas uncertainly. They were not used to hearing a female curse so much. But Legolas had noticed something else. He stepped forward and threw back the cloak from Aurelia’s right shoulder and grabbed her arm. He pointed to the brown-ink tattoo on her upper arm. 

“What is this?” he demanded. 

“A tattoo,” Aurelia answered simply. 

“I know it’s a tattoo,” Legolas responded calmly. “What does it mean? Why do you have a dragon tattooed on your arm?”

“It’s not a dragon,” Aurelia said angrily, wrenching her arm away from him and crossing her arms. “And it was for my grandmother.”

“If it’s not a dragon, what is it?”

“It’s a—,” Aurelia started, but she cut herself off. 

They don’t know about the Aztecs here.

Aurelia groaned. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

“No, you wouldn’t have heard of this before.”

“I have had a very good education.”

Aurelia got frustrated then. 

“It means ‘healing and health’, okay? Will you leave me the fuck alone now?” she snapped. 

Several of the soldiers tensed, and one even moved forward with a raised hand to strike Aurelia. She saw him coming, though. She turned to him and pointed a finger at him. 

“You touch me, I will take that knife on your hip and carve out your genitals with it.”

The soldier was extremely taken aback. He had never heard anyone, woman or man, speak like this to an elf before. But then again, he hadn’t met very many humans. He wasn’t one of the ones who traded with Men regularly. He looked at his prince for guidance, but Legolas simply shrugged and gestured for the man to walk on. 

Little did they know that while Aurelia probably would have made good on her threat, she could have healed him immediately. It may have been a bit tricky to reattach the actual appendage, but he would have been fine. 

Soon enough they arrived at the home of the elves, and the palace of the king. Aurelia had, at this point, gone limp and refused to walk, so the guards had to carry her. Then they were in the open throne room, and Thranduil was sitting on his throne, with an air of condescension and indifference. When the guards threw Aurelia’s limp body onto the ground, she landed face down and didn’t move. 

“Legolas,” he said. “Why have you brought me a corpse?”

“I’m not dead, I’m just in denial,” Aurelia said, her voice muffled by the ground. 

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. 

“We found this girl in the woods, Father,” Legolas offered. “She was very irate, and it seems like she wants to die. She hasn’t told us who she is or how she got here.”

“I don’t want to die, I just asked you to kill me!” Aurelia spoke up, raising her upper body off the floor. “I thought I was dreaming. But this isn’t a dream; it’s a nightmare. My worst fucking nightmare.”

“Your worst nightmare is to be in Mirkwood, human? Well, that is quite understandable. And very wise of you,” Thranduil purred. 

“No, my worst fucking nightmare is to go to sleep and wake up somewhere I’m not supposed to be,” Aurelia said angrily. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t fucking know how I got here.”

Thranduil turned to Legolas and the Captain of the guard. 

“I watched her fall from the sky,” Tauriel, the red-headed elf woman, said. “She fell through the branches, and then was still. I thought she was dead, but when the spiders surrounded her she woke up and screamed. We saved her.”

“She… fell through the branches, you say?” Thranduil said. 

He got off his enormous, tall throne and started towards Aurelia. She eyed him warily and slowly started backing away. Thranduil crouched down and in the blink of an eye reached out and grabbed her wrist. 

“Yes, your highness,” Tauriel confirmed, bowing her head. 

“Then why is there not a mark on her?” Thranduil asked.

He lifted Aurelia’s arm and examined it. He threw back the cloak that covered her and examined her legs as well. As he had said, her skin was completely clear. Aurelia shrank back from the tall, proud king and took her arm back, then wrapped herself in the cloak. 

“I hadn’t realized that,” Legolas said, surprised. “I was too focused on her tattoo.”

Tauriel’s eyes widened. She looked at Legolas. 

“Her tattoo,” she said in Elvish, her tone urgent. “She said it meant health and healing.”

All of the elves looked at Aurelia. Thranduil stood and glided back to his seat. 

“Well then, bold human. It seems you have some magic helping you,” he said. 

“It’s in my blood,” Aurelia responded. 

Thranduil sat in silence, surprised. His subjects were equally surprised. 

“But you are not a witch,” Thranduil said. It wasn’t a question. 

“No, but my friend is.”

“You grow more interesting by the second, human,” Thranduil mused. 

“My name is Aurelia,” the girl said, irritated at being addressed by her species. 

“What should we do with you?” Thranduil said quietly. “Legolas, has she shown any indication that she is a spy?”

“If she is, she’s a very bad one,” the prince said. 

Aurelia wanted to argue that she could be a very good spy if she put her mind to it, but decided that now was not the time for that. 

“If you’re not a spy, what are you doing in Mirkwood?” Thranduil asked. 

“I don’t know,” Aurelia answered. 

“You don’t know,” Thranduil repeated. 

“It’s not like I meant to come here!”

“So you just… dropped in and got ambushed by spiders?” Thranduil asked sarcastically.

Aurelia smiled. 

“Yes. But before that, I actually have no idea how I got here.” She paused, and a realization dawned on her. “Someone brought me here.”

“Why?” 

“Hell if I know. But that means there’s a way for me to get back.”

Aurelia’s mind began running a million miles a minute, trying to come up with possibilities. The only person she knew who had even a one in a billion chance of making this happen was Ingram Capello, her friend from New York, the witch she had mentioned. But Ingram wouldn’t do that to her. Maybe it was someone who used the same type of magic as her, who was mad at Ingram or something, and decided to get rid of Aurelia to hurt the New York witch? But who? Ingram didn’t socialize much, and she always said she didn’t know any other witches.

“Back to where?” Thranduil said, interrupting her thoughts.

“The real question is who brought me here, and why Mirkwood?” Aurelia groaned and dropped her face in her hands. 

Why couldn’t I have been dropped in the Shire? That place always looks so peaceful and beautiful. And safe, Aurelia thought. 

“Where do you come from, girl?”

What was she supposed to say? ‘The real world’? To them, this was the real world.

“Again, my name is Aurelia,” she said instead. Aurelia stood now. 

“Until you address me properly, I shall not address you properly,” Thranduil said stiffly, lifting his chin even higher.

He’s going to break his fucking neck, he keeps doing that.

“Wow, petty.” Aurelia rolled her eyes. “And what do you mean, address you properly?”

“I am a king. You must address me as ‘your highness’, and my son as ‘my lord’.” Thranduil gestured to himself and then Legolas. 

“But he’s not my lord. You’re not my king, and he’s not my prince.”

Tauriel had to stifle her gasp, like so many others. But Aurelia wasn’t done.

“You’re not even my military commander. Where I come from, we don’t have a king or queen. So excuse me if I seem to hate treating others as my betters simply because they’re pretty.”

A long silence followed Aurelia’s speech. Tauriel was worried for the girl, and Legolas couldn’t decide if he was impressed or offended at her boldness. Aurelia was past the point of caring about the consequences of her words. 

“Legolas,” Thranduil said finally. “Put her in a room.”

“Not in… a cell?”

“She does not seem to be a threat or have any ill intentions. I will revisit her later, and if that seems to change, we can always throw her in a cell then.”

Legolas walked closer to Aurelia. 

“Will you walk, or do I have to carry you?”

Aurelia got up angrily, trying to keep the cloak from tangling with her legs.

Part 1/?

Fandom(s): The Hobbit and Inheritance (Eragon) Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Characters: Reader, Thorin, Pherea (OC), Balin Warnings: Injuries. Spoilers for Inheritance. Word count: 4388 Other: In Inheritance, the dragons can speak only through their thoughts. That is written in cursive. Ancient language is in bolded cursive. Not my GIF.

You are the daughter of Eragon Kingslayer and Arya Dragonslayer, so they had great expectations for you as a dragon rider. You can imagine their shock when the egg that decided to hatch for you was no other than Shruikan’s daughter, a smoky gray dragon with bright yellow eyes that made everyone feel uneasy when she was around.

You had found a spell in an ancient book that had had a peculiar outcome. You had been sent to another world, luckily with Pherea. There was a slight problem. No one seemed to like dragons here, and every group of people that you had tried to approach had chased you away with arrows and spears. So you flew around the world, resting and hunting whenever you could.

One night, a wizard had stumbled upon the two of you as you were resting and he had tried to scare Pherea away from you who had been amused by his show and yawned widely, showing that he was not succeeding. You decided to tell him that Pherea was no threat and that she was a good friend of yours who would never harm someone who didn’t harm her. After a while of convincing, he had agreed to dine with you and was actually quite interested to hear the stories you two had of your world, after getting over the initial shock that Pherea could talk with people with her mind. You separated the next morning, and he promised that he would spread the word that the two of you were not a threat.

Now, you were flying towards a lone mountain peak as Pherea wanted to check it out. “Do you think we will ever fit in with the people here?” You asked her, and she answered you with her voice that could only be described as bright. Your father had said that he had never heard that a dragon’s voice could be so bright and harmonious. “I don’t know, little one. But for now, we have each other and that is enough.” You placed a hand on her shoulder as you circled around the mountain. “I’ll swoop down closer and take a look and then we can go. Perhaps the elven kingdom Gandalf mentioned.” She suggested and you made a short noise of agreement before horns started sounding and a heavy metal net enveloped the two of you. It came as a complete surprise to you, and you fell off the saddle after trying to cut the net off with your sword. The last thing you heard before the World went dark was Phenea’s scream of your name.

!Baggins reader Imagine

**The ending bothers me but I hope you like the fic <3 - K

“Bilbo,” you whisper, slipping discreetly into the pantry (well, one of his pantries) next to him. “What exactly is going on?”

Your brother’s face is scrunched up in obvious frustration and he shakes his head, letting you know he has absolutely no idea what dwarves are doing in his little hole. He’s practically throwing his supply of bread and cheese into a basket and you wince. You very carefully ease the basket out of his hands and replace it with a tray, hoping he’ll destroy less of the food on a hard surface because he has to arrange it carefully.

“I’ve no idea what’s happening right now,” Bilbo hisses through gritted teeth. “All I know is that I’m going to kill that wizard.”

You pause briefly and glance at your brother. “Gandalf?” You take an apple off of the top shelf and place it in your small basket. “What are you talking about?”

“What I’m talking about is he put a mark on my door and now I have a horde of dwarves in my home!”

“Oi!” A dwarf with a funky, two-flapped hat pokes his head into the room. “Do you got any–Ah!” His eyes land on the basket of goods in your hands and he rushes forward, whisking it out of your hold before you can even blink. “Thank you, miss!”

He’s out of the room and down the hall before you can say “you’re welcome” and you let your arms drop back to your sides, swallowing down the tightness in your chest that came with that sudden surprise. Another loud rap on the front door echoes through the house and you sigh. “I’ll get it.” You make it to the threshold of the pantry before whirling around and pointing a finger at Bilbo, who at this point, is fuming. “Please don’t kill any of our guests while I’m gone.”

“My guests,” he corrects you. “You are a guest too, don’t forget.”

You glare at him. “But I am family, aren’t I?”

Bilbo’s brown eyes soften under your gaze and he purses his lips, hefting the tray of goods up and off of the counter. “I make no promises,” he manages to groan out as an answer to your question under the weight of the food.

You nod in satisfaction and spin around on your heel, beginning the walk to the front door. You have to dodge a couple of the elder dwarves on your journey, all of them addressing you with a “sorry, lass” or “apologies, miss.” For a group of people that’s currently ransacking your brother’s house, they are very polite.

The front room is noticeably more quiet than the rest of Bilbo’s hobbit hole and you take a deep breath to regain your senses. You wipe your hands on the front of your dress and take hold of the door handle, giving the heavy thing a tug. It opens with an unusually loud whine and reveals two smiling dwarves. 

They are very handsome for dwarves. Unfairly handsome. One has dark hair and dark eyes, while the other has blue eyes that aren’t quite cold, but aren’t warm either. He has long blonde hair and a mustache and beard, each of which has at least one silver bead braided into it.

“Fili,” the blonde dwarf greets.

“And Kili,” the other adds.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but gasp when the two men bow deeply to you. “At your service,” they announce.

You swallow nervously and clutch the door handle tighter in an attempt to gain your composure. You’ve never been bowed to before, and you didn’t think you ever would be. “And I at yours,” you respond breathily.

The dark haired one–Kili–grins at you cheekily and rocks back onto his heels. “And you are?”

“(y/n),” you respond with a shy smile. You step out of the doorway and pull it wider, leaving them a clear path into the foyer. “Please, come in.”

Both dwarves nod their heads in thanks and step past you into your brother’s home. The blonde glances around the room with analytical eyes as he distractedly unbuckles what seems to be a weapons sheath across his chest. “Are we the first ones?” he asks with a tone of slight surprise.

A particularly loud shout rises up from the dining room to your left and Kili grins. “Apparently not.”

Fili cocks his head toward where the party awaits. “May we?”

You open your hands in yet another welcoming gesture. “Of course.”

He inclines his head in thanks and offers you a tight smile before walking away down the corridor. Kili looks back at you and the corner of his mouth twitches up, revealing a much softer, more genuine smile than before. But his eyes gleam mischievously as he takes your hand in his, brushing his lips over the top of your knuckles. “Thank you, m’lady,” he whispers, his warm breath ghosting across your hand and into your core.

“Kili!” The both of you hear Fili shout from down the hallway and the younger dwarf bolts up, dropping your hand back to your side.

He laughs nervously and gestures in the direction his brother disappeared in. “I’ll see you in there?”

Your cheeks warm and you nod bashfully. “Yes, of course.”

The young dwarf positively beams and backs away from you, only turning away when he has to round the corner. The moment he disappears from your sight, it feels like a giant weight is lifted off of your chest and you take a deep breath. A cool breeze whispers in from outside, and you look over to see that you still have the front door wide open. 

The gold handle is chilled under your hand when you grab it and you smile to yourself, easing the door shut.

pairing: peter parker x reader 

summary: when you’ve worked yourself too hard one night the roles reverse and its peter parker taking care of you for once. 

warnings: i dont think there are any, this is just fluff 

words: 1,685

A/N: i was feeling cute and wanted to write something fluffy and this idea just popped into my head. feedback as always is appreciated. i’m kind of nervous about this one cause i’ve not really done anything like this before.

note - this does NOT contain ffh spoilers 

-weight

-appearance

-intelligence (or lack of) 

-skills (or lack of) 

-weird hobbies

-friends (or lack of) 

-body

-personality

-family