omg this one is for @thedemonfangirl who i missed from sO LONG AGO I’M SO SORRRRYYY

You asked for “it hurts” and idk what number that is but I’m doing it anyway

“It huurrtttttssss,” Eren whines, mouth stuffed with bloody gauze as he whimpers and whines. He thrashes around in the bed, trying to find a position to get comfortable in and doesn’t notice Levi giving him a glare that could kill him a hundred times over. 

He’s too drugged up on pain meds for that.

“Here,” Levi shoves medicine into his face along with a bottle of water. 

Eren stares at the pills in Levi’s palm, lip quivering as he whimpers. “What’s it?” he asks and Levi physically cringes at his terrible English and the blood and saliva that drool from his lips. “I don’t want candy.” He starts crying and Levi is about ready to pull his hair out.

“It’s not candy,” he nearly growls and it takes everything in Levi not to shove the medication down his boyfriend’s throat. “It’ll help with the pain. You need to take them.”

“Are you trying to posion me?” Eren asks and he spunds geuninely scared. “Do you not love me anymore? Is it because I killed my teeth?” His big green eyes are glassy and puffy and red from crying and Levi sighs.

The older man climbs on the bed with him, wiping Eren’s tears away and pressed soft and loving kisses to his face and swollen jaw. “No, I do love you. I love you more than anything, baby. Your teeth were hurting you so then needed to be taken out.” Eren’s lip quivers and Levi braves himself a little before kissing it briefly. “This is just medication from the doctor so it doesn’t hurt anymore. Will you be a good boy for me?”

Eren sniffles, blinking at him. “I’m a good boy,” he garbles and Levi chuckles.

“Okay well then show me and take your meds.” He opens his palm and watches as Eren whimpers again, letting out a weak sigh before messily takimg the medicine.

“Good job, baby.” Levi smiles and loves the way that Eren’s face lights up at the praise. “Now you can sleep,” he shifts them so that Eren is pressed into his side. “And I’ll be right here.”

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep as Levi combs his fingers through his messy brown hair. Yeah, Eren was a huge pain in the ass but Levi loved it all the same and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I’ll Love You, Always (Part 2)

Story Summary: After finally realizing that you and Dean are a bad pair, you decide it’s time to leave him, Sam, and the bunker; to be with Cas.

A/N: This part is kind of like a flashback…just go with it lol <3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Language 

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1

Originally posted by charlie-bradcherry

It had happened all at once. It was never supposed to happen, nor did you think it was even possible. But just a few months ago, you felt a nauseating fluttering sensation in your stomach whenever you were around Castiel. It was a feeling that you hadn’t felt in years. At which point you realized, you were falling out of love with Dean.

But it wasn’t until just over a week ago that your new feelings really came to surface. At first you thought that you were just craving something new; you thought that you were just tired of all of the shit that Dean had put you through and that you just needed comfort.

You tried to turn to Sam, you did after all consider him your brother. He was your brother. You were always close with him, and you knew that he’d comfort you. And he did comfort you, but he also said that he didn’t want to get involved. So he left his opinion out of it.

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Series: Apocalyptic

Title: Warrior Princess

“I really wish you wouldn’t go,” My father, King Ezekiel stated, helping put a bag in the back of my vehicle.

I sighed, cracking my neck, “Dad, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,”

“I know… just watch yourself.”

I nodded, “I will,”

Seeing the both of us stand next to one another, you’d think we were brother and sister or even cousins, but that wasn’t the case.

I was the product of a teen pregnancy. Mom was 14 and Dad was 15.

I’m 32 years old now, at least from what I could tell by the calendars that we had laying around.

Dad patted my back and walked with Carol to the infirmary.
Arriving at Alexandria, I was on the mission to check up on their weapons. The last that was heard, the Saviors took all their ammo and artillery, leaving them with just a few knives.

I had my own stash of guns that I was willing to give them. Rick was very apprehensive when I told him, but I was going to deal with Negan and the Saviors if need be.

“When are they suppose to be here?” I asked Rick.


I nodded, “Listen, I will take care of this, don’t worry.”

Harsh knocking on the gate made the folks outside jump.

“Speak of the devil,” Rick muttered, as we went to the gate.

He opened it, a small army all standing behind Negan.

Negan’s grin stretched wide when he saw me.

“Well hello there!” He said, bending back slightly.

“Negan,” I folded my arms across my chest.

He walked through the gate, stepping as close to me as possible, but I wouldn’t dare flinch.

“Where ya been? I missed ya,” He said, biting his lip.

I rolled my eyes, “Come off of it Negan,”

“Oh baby, I would. Just name a time or place,”

“That’s enough!” Rick growled.

While still looking at me, Negan’s brows furrowed as he addressed the irritated sheriff, “Now was I talkin’ to you Rick the Prick?”

Rick chewed on his cheek.

Using his finger, Negan bounced his hand in Rick’s direction, “No, no I was not.”

“Let it be, Negan.” I warned him.

Again, he got in my space, practically rubbing his body on mine, “Or what Sweetheart? What are you gonna do?”

My eye twitched and my nostrils flared. I spund around, calling to him over my shoulder, “A word in private, Negan!”

“Oh, I do hope the Principal gives me a spanking!” Negan said, gleefully.

I walked into Alexandria’s armory, slamming the door shut and locking it as soon as Negan was inside.

He pushed me against the closed door, his hands going up my shirt, palming my breasts as he attacked my neck with nips.

“Fucking turn on, baby,” he growled.

“You… can’t… be… doing that shit!” I panted, holding on to his waist.

I felt his tounge draw lazy small circles on my pulse, making me ache for him, even though I knew it wasn’t right.

Just as I was about to moan loudly, a sharp knock sounded on the metal door.

“Goddamnit!” Negan cursed, backing away from me.

He manhandled his hard length, readjusting himself as I fixed my shirt.

“Y/N!” Rick called, knocking again.

Negan’s chest heaved as he pointed to the door, “I’m gonna kill that mother fucker!”

“No you’re not, Christ almighty!” I hissed, trying to fix my bra.

The rest of the time, Negan pouted in between running his tounge over his bottom lip and giving me dark sultry looks.

As soon as Rick went on his way, Negan was all over me again.

He was rough and damn near primeval, “I want you so goddamn bad, baby.”

I groped him, giving him a good squeeze, “Not here.”

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Meet me out in the abandoned house outside the gate.”

“Fuck,” he cursed on a breath, “I’ll fuckin’ be there, baby.”

I gently pushed him away, going about my business as if nothing had happened, “Oh I know you will,”

Turning to face him, I quickly lifted my shirt, flashing him my breasts. I laughed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Later on that night, long after the Saviors left, I snuck out to the worn down house.

The wooden floor creaked, my weight nearly too much.

“Took you long enough,” Negan said, scaring the hell out of me.


His dark chuckle told me I was in store for  some rough lovin’.

He came over to me, pausing when loud gurgling could be heard from outside through the broken windows.

Two walkers spotted our shadows, fumbling over their rotting limbs to get to us.

“Shit!” I yelped, pulling a hunting knife from my belt.

Negan grabbed my shirt, yanking me back, “If one more mother fucker interupts us; dead or alive!”

More walkers surrounded the house, knocking on the dilapidated wood and broken windows.

“You’re lucky as shit that I brought this!” He said, shoving my beloved sword at me.

“What the!? How the fuck did you sneak off with this!?” I demanded, pissed.

“Don’t give me that look Buttercup! I was gonna fuckin’ surprise you!” Negan had to raise his voice over the loud noise.

“What!?” I yelled, the house creaking badly.

“I had it sharpened for you! Merry fuckin’ Christmas, Happy Goddamn Birthday and a Happy fuckin’ New Year!”

My face went slack at his admission. Awwww! Negan was being such a softie!

Dirt fell from the ceiling as the wood began to crack.

“Open the door on my say so!” I twirled my sword, mindful of the freshly sharpen blade.

Before I could count, I grabbed a fistful of Negan’s white tshirt and yanked him down to me. Our kiss was hard and harsh, basically us telling each other to be careful.

“Don’t fuckin’ die on me.” He said, before going back to the door.

Though our communities were vastly different and the circumstances not at the very best that they could be, we still cared for each other.

“Same; don’t be a dick and leave me alone,”

He nodded and waited, Lucille at the ready.


He yanked open the door, letting in tens of walkers.

I swung my sword left and right, lopping their heads either completely off or in half. The fell in a heap, giving us enough space to run.

It was difficult trying to make our way through the decaying bodies. I hated to say it, but we had to split up.

“Go to gates and tell them to let you in!” I shouted.

“Fuck that fuckin’ shit! I’m not leaving you out here alone!”

I shoved my sword through the eye socket of a walker that had snuck up on Negan.

I pushed him away from me, “Do it, NOW!”

“Shit,Y/N!” I heard Negan yell as I took off running.

I jumped, yelled, screamed and even threw shit at the undead, egging them on to follow me.

I found a cliff not too far from Alexandria, where some had fallen over. Others had advanced towards me and I had no where else to go.

By the time I had finished with them, I was covered in head to toe with blood. My already curly hair hung in wet, blood stenched ringlets.

My eyes even began to burn because of the smell.

The lookout above the gate of Alexandria shouted for the others.

I shuffled my feet, my body aching from the exhaustion.

The gate opened enough for me to squeeze my body through.

“And just what the hell were you doing out there!? Where the hell is Ezekiel’s daughter!?” Rick barked out.

“You might want to watch your fuckin’ tone Rick the Prick.”

Rick looked over Negan’s shoulder at me, promptly making Negan spin around.

I stood, my body swaying. Slowly, as the last little bit of adrenaline left me, my body began to shake.

Negan ran to me just as I passed out.
“What’s the name of that one show?”

“Shit kid, which one? There’s a fuck ton of shows.”

“The one with the woman. She had a battle cry and sword.”

“Xena: Warrior Princess,” I croaked out.

“Holy shit!” Negan jumped out of his seat, “You scared the hell outta me woman!”

“What happened?” I asked, wincing.

“You were covered in guts and gore.” The kid said.

“Beat it,” Negan told him with a lift of his chin.

The kid scurried out of the room, his sneakers squeeking on the floor.

“How the fuck are you, baby?”

“Sore. My body feels like dead weight.”

“Dehydrated and exhaustion. Scared the flyin’ fuck outta me.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

Neagn leaned down, his signature grin showing his edible dimples, “Have to say, you did look hot as fuck.”

“Shut up,” I snorted.

“Serious as shit, baby. Had me rock hard! When you get healed up, I’m gonna fuck the ever lovin’ hell outta you.” Negan vowed.

He chuckled, “Make you scream like that warrior chick.”

“Xena,” I laughed.

“Yeah, Xena,” Negan chuckled, dipping his head down to kiss me.


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Event: @i-am-negan-trash 2k Fic Exchange

Title: Savior’s Tavern

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

I was paired with @brexja!

“Bloody hell is this shit?” I muttered, lifting the invoice to get a better look at it.

An unnecessary purchase had been made, costing the bar five hundred dollars.

“Xherries Adult Gifts,” I read aloud.

Clicking my tongue as I rolled my eyes, I slammed the invoice down, “Damnit, Negan!”

Negan was a good friend of mine and I was the manager of his bar called Saviors Tavern.

I had heard about a stag party that he had been planning to throw for his friend Simon, and it seems I found an itemized list of the party favors.

Getting up, I decided to confront him, customers be damned. It wouldn’t be the first time people had seen us bitch each other out.

As soon as I opened the office door, loud, horrible singing assaulted my ears.

Shit… Karaoke night. Which meant that the bar area was packed.

Going down the corridor, the bathrooms already had lines, drunk college chicks waiting to fix their makeup.

It didn’t take me long to find Negan. He was stuck behind the bar, trying to keep up with the drink demands.

Feeling kind of bitchy, I decided to stay back and watch him sweat.

“Goddamnit Fat Tony! I thought I told you to go get KJ!?” he hollered over the roar of chatter.

I couldn’t help the snort as I choked on a laugh.

Negan’s head swung in my direction. He glared, “How about getting your sweet ass over here?”

“You have such a way with words,” I said, bending at the waist to go underneath the bar top.

Negan turned to the shelves of alcohol and reached for the top shelf vodka, “Bitch,”


“Slut,” he rebutted, grinning.

“You’re such a fuckin’ douche canoe, ya know that!?” I laughed.

He chuckled, leaning down with a shit eating grin on his face, “Yeah, but you love me,”

I smacked him with the invoice, “Yeah, well, instead of being a twat, maybe you should go visit Xherries Gifts and find you some love,”

“Aww, are you jealous that I didn’t get you a boyfriend who knows how fuck?”

Ohhhhhh, low blow even for a joke. He knew that I had just ended a six month relationship not too long ago.

“Can we get some beers here!?” a loud customer yelled.

Both of us turned our heads and spoke at the same time, “Shut up!”

“This isn’t over Negan!” I hissed, pointing at his face.

He laughed, filling a cup.

“Who’s ready for some goddamned drinks!?” I yelled, making the bar erupt with cheers.

I took a bunch of shot glasses, quickly stacking them into a pyramid.

Yanking the expensive vodka from Negan, I poured it into the top glass, over filling it so that it would leak into the other glasses.

I slammed the bottle down and took out a box of matches. Striking one, I carefully lit the alcohol, setting the liquid on fire.

Everyone yelled and cheered until the flames died down.

A few paid for the drinks, immediately drinking them and then went on their way. The bar area had cleared pretty quick.

“And that, you ass, is how you please a crowd.” I told him.

I spund around, grabbing a bar rag and cleaning up the sticky mess that others had made.

“KJ?” Negan called out.

“No, Negan. Not now,”

I heard him sigh, then get back to work.
Last call was made at 1:30, which was pretty early. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit for some odd reason, but I was thankful to finally get out of the bar early.

“KJ?” Negan called from behind the bar.

Scratching my forehead, I turned to him, “What Negan?”

He set out two shot glasses and poured some whiskey into them.

“Truce?” he asked.

I really didn’t have it in me to argue with him anymore.

“Truce,” I sighed, scuffing my shoes along the way.

I hopped up onto a bar stool and grabbed my shot glass. Negan came around the bar, taking his. We clinked our glasses together, throwing back the liquid.

I grimaced as it burned going down.

“Another?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No thanks. I’m driving home.”

Negan stared at his glass, his brow pinched, “Listen, about what I said earlier-”

“Negan, don’t, alright? Just don’t,” I whined.

“Goddamnit woman! Will you let me apologize!? It doesn’t happen every fuckin’ day ya know!”

My eyes widened at his out burst, “O-okay,”

Negan rolled his neck, popping it, “I was out of line. I’m sorry,”

Blinking, I felt shocked that he even bothered, “Um… thanks, Negan,”

He nodded, pouring him another shot and throwing it back.

“That difficult to apologize?” I laughed.

“You have no fuckin’ idea, Sweetheart,” he growled as the alcohol went down.

“Listen, I need to go,” I was about to get down from the stool, when Negan’s hand touched my waist.

“Wait KJ… I-”

I watched him, quite a few emotions flickering across his face. Raising a brow, I began to get impatient.

“Fuck it,” he said, gripping my hair as he leaned down and kissed me.

I gasped, fisting his white shirt in my hands. Naturally, I would have pushed him away, but there was something that told me not to.

When he pulled back, I licked my lips and bit down on them out of nervous habit.

“Negan, we shouldn’t,” I whispered.

He ran the pad of thumb over my swollen bottom lip, “Why not?”

“For one, we work together,”

“Not a good enough reason,”

“How about, I don’t want to?” It was a weak argument at best. I did want him… bad.

Taking his hands, he ran them down my arms and over my breasts.

“I call bullshit. Your body is already responding to me,”

I squeezed my thighs together.

Damn him for being in tune with me!

He cleared his throat and stepped back about a foot from me, “If you really don’t want to, we won’t. You know I’m not like that,”

“I know you’re not…” I said, tracing the lines on my palm.

Gripping my chin, Negan tilted my face up to his, “What’s it gonna be, Sweetheart? I’m gettin’ a case of blue balls here,”

I snorted. True Negan fashion.

I looped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged him to me, “Yes.”

The air changed, becoming electrified. Negan pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.

He then unbuttoned my jeans, pulling off my shoes, socks and pants.

I sat there in my underwear, shivering with want.

“Hate to say it KJ, but I’m about to ruin this set,”

I raised a brow, waiting.

He yanked down the straps of my bra, snapping them with ease. The delicate lace that covered me, fell down my breasts, exposing them to the cold air of the bar.

Quickly, he ripped my panties from my body, then finished ripping my bra in two.

My chest heaved, my eyes closing as I waited for his next move.

Negan’s long fingers ran across my chest above my breasts, to my back where he stood behind me.

He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck and his next words set me on fire.

“I’m goin’ to pet that pussy and treat her like a lady,”

My hips rolled on the bar stool as I ached for some sort of friction.

Starting at my knees, Negan dragged his hands up my thighs, were he pulled them apart, exposing me.

I held onto his waist, ready for his touch as he continued to talk dirty to me.

“I bet that pussy is wet,” he whispered.

I swallowed, my body shaking even more.

Slowly, he ran his hand down my torso, stomach and to my mound.

He purred in my ear as he cupped me, but not fully touching me, “Damp,” he said.

It took all I had not to clench my legs together at his touch.

“Keep those legs open, Sweetheart,” he said, his middle finger running along the outside of my lower lips.

“Christ Negan,”

He chuckled, dipping his finger into me.

I moaned, squeezing his hips.

He groaned, nipping my neck while he dragged his finger through my wetness and circled my clit.

“Like a goddamn river,”

I rolled my hips, turning my face into his neck as he went knuckle deep in my entrance.

“Oh my god!” I cried out.

Negan came around me, letting me lean back against the bar. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I was curious as to what he’d do next.

When he knelt between my legs, I knew I was in for some teasing.

I watched as he spread my lips and leaned in, the tip of his tongue circling my clit lazily.

My stomach muscles spasmed, making me jump slightly.

Negan laughed, his breath hot on me. Going back in for more, he flattened his tongue, licking me several times before dipping the tip of his tongue in my entrance.

He curled the tip, and the sensation made me slap a hand over my mouth as I squealed loudly.

With one last lick and a quick slurp, Negan stood and unbuckled his jeans. He released his hard length, stroking himself as he stood between my legs.

Negan was panting as he teased my aching core with the head of his hardness. We both hissed as our juices made the friction silky.

I watched as he rocked his hips, the seeping head appearing and disappearing between my folds.

He was holding back, but the sweat had begun to bead at his hairline.

Having mercy, I lifted my hips when he pulled back, letting the tip slide down to my entrance.

Negan was so focused on not coming, that he groaned as he sank into me, not expecting to be enveloped by heat.

“Fuckin’… shit,” he panted, “Gimmie a minute Sweetheart. You’re tight as hell,”

I sat up slightly, grabbing the end of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Licking my lips, I ran my hands through the hair that covered his long torso.

Even down to his happy trail. I took hold of the base of him, wrapping my legs around and gently pulled him into me until he was buried to the hilt.

We rolled our hips, his tight, dark curls rubbing deliciously against my cit.

As he pulled out, he bent at the waist, taking a breast in his hand. While staring up at me, he flicked and licked at at my hardened nipple before carefully running his teeth over the flesh.

My fingers tightened in his chest hair, holding on as I moaned.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I groaned, my accent becoming thicker.

Negan growled, gripping my chin firmly as he sealed his lips over mine in a rough kiss. His hand circled my neck, not squeezing, but holding me still as he started to snap his hips.

Our skin slapped, the combined juices from our body making wet, slippery sounds the faster he moved.

I could feel the tightness begin to coil as I started to come. Only when I voiced that I was, did Negan apply a slight pressure to my throat.

My eyes slammed shut as I held on, feeling him lose his rhythm while he fell off the edge as well.

Negan leaned, his hand resting on the bar with his face buried in my shoulder as he lazily rolled his hips.

“Fuckin’… fuck!” he panted.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I giggled.

He laughed, pushing his torso up and holding my hips, “Think you can go again?”

I gaped at him, “Already?! Jesus Negan!”

“C'mon, you know you want more,”

Cheeky shit was right, but damn, let a woman gain some feeling back in her legs!

“You are a cocky bastard, you know that!?”

Negan licked his lips, “I do love it when you talk dirty, baby!”

I don’t know where in the bloody hell it came from or what was in that whiskey, but we went at it like fuckin’ rabbits all night.

We even slept through the morning, not waking up until after two o'clock in the afternoon.

Negan was laid out on the couch, his hardness standing at attention. He watched as I scrambled to find some of my extra clothes.

I was stumbling around to say the least, extremely saddle sore.

“No! Uh huh!” I said, holding a hand out to him, “There’s no way I can go again!”

He sat up and stalked over to me, his signature shit eating grin plastered on his face.

I yanked up my yoga capris before he reached me, but I was still topless.

“What’s the matter KJ?” He asked, kissing my neck.

I moaned, then hissed when I felt him nip at a tender spot on my neck.

I slapped his bare ass, laughing, “You’ve littered me with hickies, fucked me raw, okay! You have officially ruined me,”

He laugh was deep and sensual, “Good to know baby,”

Cupping my cheek, Negan kissed me as his other hand went to my breast, gently fondling the soft flesh.

I couldn’t resist the moan that left me.

It was then we heard a loud crash and a couple screams that broke our little love fest.

“What the hell!?”

We looked at each other and threw on the rest of our clothes. Negan grabbed his trusty barbed wire bat, while I took my nine millimeter.

We ran out into the bar area, finding two of our waitresses were fighting a ragged looking man.

He was clawing at them, a disgusting gurgle leaving his mouth. He was covered in blood and smelt awful.

I raised my gun, but found it hard to get a decent aim with the girls trying to keep him away.

“I can’t get a shot!” I shouted.

Negan ran over and quickly knocked the man upside the head making him fall to the ground.

The women ran behind the bar, clutching each other.

“What the hell was that!?” I demanded from them.

“He attacked Heather, look!” Linda cried.

I looked at Heather’s arm and flinched at sight of bone. She was deathly pale and sweating profusely.

“Go sit down in a booth and we’ll call the cops and an ambulance,” Negan instructed.

Linda and Heather cried out, pointing at Negan.

I spun around, finding the foul man standing, the whole left part of his jaw hanging on by a mere tendon.

He lunged towards Negan.

I raised my gun and took the shot, hitting him square in the head.

The man, now silent, stumbled back briefly, falling out onto the floor.

“What the shit!?” Negan shouted, blood splatter on his cheek.

My eyes were wide, my chest heaving. I had just shot a man… in the head.


I could hear Negan call out to me, but my stare was focused solely on the man.


I jumped, then looked at the gun in my hand, “He… he was going-”

“Shhhh,” Negan soothed, running his fingers through my hair.

“I… I’m sorry,” The dam broke and tears blurred my vision.

I had just killed a man.

“KJ, c'mon baby, don’t,” Negan pulled me into his embrace.

I fisted his shirt, trying to take deep breaths. I felt like I was going to pass out as I began to hyperventilate.

So much for the afterglow.


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omg Rebecca! I needed to tell somebody and I have like no friends so I thought I'd tell you. I'm going on tour! I've been asked to wrestle for a promotion that go to the UK campsites and although it's small, I'm so excited!

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word count: 1960
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summary: you and michael finally get to hang out on your day off

a/n fluffy fluff its not the best but i was bored so i wrote this

Being able to hang out with Michael on his day off was a miracle. With the boys always traveling around or having to do interviews and you living on the other side of the country, you were lucky to even see each other.

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Imagine: Legolas saving you from spiders and the comany getting angry at Legolas for saving you

Thorin looked over his clothed shoulder to see Kili, Fili and you figthing against two giant spiders. Their legs tried to wrapp around the three of you, but Fili pulled out his dagger and Kili pulled out his bow and arrow - but the spider weren’t stupid to make the same mistake it’s brother and sister had done.

It hissed at the two dwarves and pulled away from them, to only turn at you. You were busy to try ann lead the spider away from the others.

“(Y/N)!” Kili and Fili cried out as you spund around to face two spiders. The one you had fought to begin with took this as a chance to hurt you. It raised it front leg and swapped it sideways so you flew into a tree.

You landed on your side, still holding into your dagger. You vision started to get blury, but you tried to see the two spiders that walked over to you.

It can’t end like this.

You said to yourself and tried to push you up, but a painful feeling shot up your side and the nearest spider hissed with victory as it saw the hit had weakend you.

“Shit,” was the only thing you said as you pointed your dagger at the spider, hoped it wouldn’t try to kill you. Kili jumped on its back, and it’s campanion saw this and jumped on the other’s spiders back.

If you didn’t had got so badly hurt, you would have thought this as a hilarious moment. But as they kept fighting, your vision started to get darker with the passing seconds.

“(Y/N)!” was the last thing you heard as everything around you.


“Miss, are you okay?” a smooth voice asked as you could hear once again. You turned your head, trying to find a better place to lay your head against. A soft noise came out of your mouth and the person that had talked to you spoke up once more.

“I need you to wake up.” the voice said with softness and warmth, but suddenly you heard someone else voices. “Don’t you dear to harm her, elf!” the voice belonged to Thorin, and you opened one eye.

The light that hit you eye felt like thousand of daggers trying to cut up your skull, so you closed it once more and placed your healthy hand against your side.

You were ready for it to hurt, but the only thing you felt was - nothing. It didn’t hurt as you thought it would and opened your eyes slowly this time.

Thorin and the company stood in front of you, only a few meters away with - elven guards keeping them in place. You looked up to find two sapphire blue eyes staring down into your (E/C) eyes.

They were beautiful and you would have kept staring into them if it wasn’t for that you had heard Kili’s voice: “Hey, what did you do to her?!”

The elf looked at the young dwarf and sighed, stepped away from you and you looked like you had fell down from the moon. You had heard so much of this elf, but never in your whole human life you thought you would met him.

Legolas Thranduilion.

“I saved her, dwarf. The spider hit her and poisened her blood.” and with that he looked at you once more and smiled. A soft blush krept into your cheeks and you looked away like a young girl that had fell in love with the first sight of an elf - and you thought that maybe you had.

What would happen next?

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