Hello (*) Here To Request Some Thorin X Reader Where The Reader Is A Dragon Trainer ? She Lived With

Hello (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ here to request some thorin x reader where the reader is a dragon trainer ? She lived with dragons since young and Smaug was actually her familiar/partner before, now she is trying to help the Dwarves get their home

Hello!! This is such a cool idea and it makes me want to watch How to Train Your Dragon...

Edit: I just now realized this was supposed to be a Thorin x reader... And I wrote just a Company x reader.. I’m so sorry!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it!

“So you work with…Dragons,” Balin was carefully wording his sentences, in hopes of not offending you, nor his kin that he knew were listening very closely as he sat across from you. The fire crackled in the background and it reminded you of teaching the young drakes to control their fire in terms of intensity and range.

You had yet to sign the contract, wanting to read every bit of it thoroughly. As you told Gandalf, if there were any bits of information regarding killing or hurting Smaug, you would not sign it and you wouldn’t join in on their mission. 

Looking up from the parchment, you gave him a smile. “I do,” You encouraged, putting a finger where you were last reading so you could continue in a moment. 

“Do you know of Dragon Trainers, Sir Balin?” You inquired, tilting your head. 

“I’m afraid I do not,” Balin chuckled nervously to which you nodded in understanding. 

“I know Smaug had hurt you all severely, and for that, I am forever sorry,” You began, “But please know, that not all dragons are like him. He lost his way,” You sighed, looking back down at the paper. 

“How do you know he lost his way?” 

“I once worked with him, when he was younger.” You realized you now had an audience. The entire Company now hovering in the doorway, trying to not look so suspicious. 

“His former trainer died from old age, and he was heartbroken, he barely got up to hunt or make a small hoard, so they gave him to me to work with,” You began to tell his story, remembering play fighting with the small drake, taking him to get treats whenever he did exceptionally well during training. 

He transformed in front of your eyes. No longer was he the depressed dragon that he came to you as, he was kind and playful, courteous and passionate. Not this greedy, murderous, vicious beast that the world saw him as.

“And what happened?” Balin seemed very interested, wanting to know how he went from being in something akin to a dragon’s camp to rampaging his home. 

“We aren’t entirely sure,” You shook your head, “But the elder trainers think that it had to do with the unearthing of the Dragon Stone, or what most called it, the Arkenstone.” 

It felt like the world was put on pause as Balin stared at you in horror. 

“It’s a magnificent jewel, yes,” You nodded, “Beautiful and vibrant, glowing on its own. But it also has magic within it,” You explained. Pausing to put the quill where your finger was so you could grab your book out of your bag. 

“See here,” You flipped the pages rapidly to get to where you had put a placeholder before. The Arkenstone was drawn in the center, glowing bright, with dragons lined up behind it. 

“For some reason, the magic within it causes unfathomable greed in mankind, but for dragons, it sparks undeniable rage that is only calmed whenever the dragons are near it. Like some sort of drug,” You explained, “We haven’t ever been able to have a dragon near one without it causing them to go feral.”

“So you think when the Arkenstone was found and put in King Thror’s throne-”

“It was a beacon to dragons to come take it,” You finished Kili’s sentence as he approached the two of you.

“I don’t know if that’s the exact reason he did what he did, and nothing can excuse the hell he rained down on you all,” You looked over to them. 

“What Smaug did was terrible, and I understand that you want his head on a pedestal,” You focused on Thorin, eyes pleading. 

“Just let me help get you your homeland back. I can get him out safely and take him so he can go back to the far north so our elders can work with him.” 

“How do you know he’ll go with you?” Ori piped in, looking concerned. 

“I am a dragon trainer, and since he has left and done this, well, we’ve trained in how to deal with dragons that are falling to Dragon Stone magic.” 

“Bilbo can help me get the stone away from Smaug,” You looked at the newly contracted burglar with a grin, “And once it’s out of sight and covered, the magic effects should wear off and he should come to his senses.” 

Thorin sighed deeply through his nose before approaching. 

“We will trust what you can do, Lady Dragon Trainer.” 

“Thorin-” Dwalin opened his mouth to argue but Thorin shook his head. 

“Gandalf believes in what she can do, and if this can end with little bloodshed…” Thorin paused, recalling all of his kin screaming as dragon-fire exploded through the kingdom walls. Thousands of their military were wiped out within seconds. 

“Then I will gratefully take the opportunity.” 

“You won’t regret it, Thorin,” You bowed your head in thanks before resuming reading the contract, nerves twisting in your stomach. You had a long journey ahead of you. 

Five “No Concept of Personal Space” Hargreeves

[inspired by this post by @fudgemutt]

I had to sneak in before they got closed again. 👀

So hear me out, we all talk about ingo and emmet's s/o getting swept away into Hisui and how they would react, BUT what if it was Guzma, Raihan, Leon, and piers s/o that got swprt away?? How would they take it.

Thank you for all your hard work, and I look forward to all your works! 🥺💕

yesss let's hurt these boys

🍓🍓🍓

Guzma:

The grunts claim you just disappeared, a bright flash of light and then gone. They're panicked and some are actually crying, so Guzma sends them to relax while he goes out searching for you. You're not answering your phone, and he's getting angrier by the minute. Not at you, but at whoever has done something to make you worry him and everyone like this. He's ready to kick ass when he finds your things abandoned near where you and the grunts were hunting for wild Pokémon

Nanu isn't pleased to get a visit from Guzma, but when he learns what happened, he's more sympathetic. He organizes for some officers to come to the island, then conducts a proper search for you. They find nothing, and Nanu has to physically restrain Guzma from attacking the officers he claims are "doing jack-all" Plumeria eventually comes and drags Guzma back to the Shady House to give it a rest, but Guzma can hardly lie still, especially in your empty, shared bed

The longer you're missing, the angrier Guzma grows. He's one second away from attack most anyone, besides Plumeria and the grunts. He doesn't blame the kids for what happened to you, and he scares off any reporters that try to harass them. You'll come back, he reassures his guilty grunts, even if they have to beat down a legendary Pokémon to get you back. He's not giving up that easy

Raihan:

Your disappearance floods the social medias as soon as Raihan realizes you're not just late getting home. He contacts the police, then has the entire internet memorizing your photos so they can look for you around towns and cities. Leon is a big help during the search, using his Champion status to get people out into the farthest reaches of Galar to search for you

Raihan dedicates himself to your search. Each failed attempt has him re-strategizing and going again, and again, and again. When he's not in the station, practically leading your investigation, he's at home, making sure his and your Pokémon are taken care of. There's not a moment's downtime, and he doesn't take one moment to process just what might've happened to you. He refuses to humor it

When months pass and they're no closer to finding you, Raihan breaks down. He completely removes himself from everything, his gym, his socials, his friends. Leon comes to him, worried and trying so hard to be supportive. He challenges Raihan to a battle, desperate to get him trying, and Raihan accepts. Win or lose, after Leon asks him if he's ready to give up on you. Raihan nearly tears him apart to even suggest it.

Leon demands to know why has he given up then? He's sitting here, alone, doing nothing. They should be out there looking for you. And when Raihan retaliates that they've already searched the region for you, Leon clasps his hand and reminds him Galar isn't the only region. They'll find you, together.

Leon:

You're out together, lost in the Wild Area, searching around for any sign of where you might be. There's no cell service, so you decide to do a loop of the nearby area in search of landmarks or signal before returning to the Carizard. Leon does his loop, and returns to the car. Then he hears you shout. But when he makes it to where you were, you're not there.

Leon is terrified, he searches the Wild Area for hours with his Pokémon, shouting for you, but he can't find anything. All that's left is your bag and phone, you're nowhere to be seen. When night starts to fall, he's forced to give up and try and find civilization. With your wellbeing on the line, it's not difficult to find the closest town and report to the authorities what happened

Leon doesn't rest. He pulls strings, abuses his powers, begs any and everybody to help him find you. But your gone. The entire region is combed, but they can't find you, no one can. Not even him. It tears him up, but he can't stop looking. He'll ask every region, he will search every region, he'll search the bottom of every damn ocean before he gives up on finding you. Because it's his fault your gone, so he's going to find you again if it kills him.

Piers:

It's starts with you not showing up to one of his gigs. This is weird, since you told him you were gonna be here, but he decides not to worry about it. You've not called to say something's happened, and he's not heard anything about you getting into an accident, so he leaves it be. But when he tries to call you after and you don't answer? You're not at home, no one has seen you. He starts to worry

Police find your phone on the path you usually take to Spikemuth, lying on the side of the road alongside a bag full of your things. Piers clutches said bag to his chest as the police tell him there's no sign of you, or what happened to you. No struggle tracks, no footprints, not even a hint of a Pokémon being around that interacted with you. It's like you just. . . vanished.

Piers waits for you, waits for any sign of you to show up, even though it never does. He writes songs about you, the love he lost, taken away to somewhere he can't follow. It tears him up when they pronounce you dead, and he can hardly stand to be at your funeral, knowing there's no body to prove that you're really, truly dead. But he stands through it, being strong for Marnie, even though he knows deep in his soul you're still out, trying to find your way back to him

🍓🍓🍓

shout out to @fluffabutt for helping me not sound like a broken record with these. i appreciate you babe <3

Have a great night, love!

An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it

The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.

But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.

One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.

"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.

The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"

A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.

Two can play at that game.

Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.

"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."

They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.

"Is that... Cinnamon?"

"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."

A hesitation. "Do you like it?"

The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.

"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."

The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.

"For that one? It's worth it."

Well its been a million years since I had something to post BUT THEN....

I got this lovely, lovely soft Five and Elliott art. Thank you SO SO MUCH @theboywantscoffee for commissioning this from the utterly talented @antia-calviz ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I love this so much its giving me all the feels. The last panel? Where Five clutches at the blanket? Its so perfect😭😭😭😭

And...and I wrote a drabble to go with it if y'all want to clicky below -

A slight snore from the alien on his couch grabbed Elliott’s attention. He decided that the prudent course would be to walk on by. After all, the alien - Five, he wanted to be called for some unknown reason - had threatened to melt his brain only hours before. And if there was anything that Elliott knew to be true, it was don’t mess with aliens.  

Then, a small shiver ran through the alien’s form. Elliott startled for a second, but only one. Somewhere deep in his brain, he noted that shivering was a very... human thing to do. Something that any human boy would do. 

Any very cold and exhausted human boy.

A sudden pang of sympathy, followed by a stronger pang of empathy ran through Elliott. 

Five was alone. Elliott certainly knew what that felt like. The day his wife left… he didn’t think he would ever get over the emptiness.  

In a fit of bravado, Elliott put down his coffee and grabbed a blanket off the nearby chair. Gingerly, he draped it over Five’s shoulders. He stepped back quietly and paused, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. 

Grabbing his coffee, Elliott smiled slightly as he tiptoed away.  

He knew his wife would never come back. No, that was a dream long dead. But perhaps, just perhaps, this was a chance for Elliott to help another lonely traveller - the alien, the boy, Five -  to find his family. 

you leave a first impression → sparrow academy [ben]

Warnings: Profanity

Imagine yourself having the powers of an Empath combined with the tracking abilities of Demetri Volturi [Twilight].

Ben || Number Two –– THE SCHEMER

⮕ Ben isn’t used to people staring at him the way your group does. 

⮕ Is he used to star-struck admiration? Yes. Poorly concealed lust. Oh most definitely. 

⮕ Fighting crime in the limelight for years had propelled the Sparrow Academy into celebrityhood overtime, to the point where it felt like they were more commodity than people most days.

⮕ With bus loads of fans gathering at their fence each day, and hoards of women and men throwing themselves at him for almost anything, all Ben had ever known was fan-crazed obsession and shallow affection. 

⮕ So when he sees the mosaic of expressions that aren’t admiration or greed on your group, he’s already on alert:

⮕ The Big Guy and Stubble are wide-eyed at the back, almost slack jawed as the woman with the long coat stumbles back into them.

⮕ She’s quick to school her expression as she shuffles away, but Ben notes the way her hand trembles as her eyes rove over him in disbelief.

⮕ Their reactions has The Monster™ unfurling itself inside his stomach, but Ben ignores the sharp pain that follows in its wake as he turns to the smallest of your group. 

⮕ Their faces are twisted with an expression he can’t quite decipher. It looks like grief, longing, and hope all mixed into one but the look is too fast and too fleeting for him to make sense of anything.

⮕ Short Pants, in particular, brings in his pointed finger into a clenched hand at his side. 

⮕ Sundance, comparatively, looks the most at ease as he holds a hand against his chest with a dramatic flourish. It’s as though he’s already comfortable with what’s going on, comfortable with being in a room with them him, that Ben’s brow furrows.

⮕ In spite of his nonchalance and near-friendliness, he can’t help but think that Sundance’s smile could be bigger–all toothy or some sort of mischievous shit–and that the smile he’s wearing now is half-hearted at best. 

⮕ Of course, it isn’t until he catches you hidden behind Sundance, eyes pinned to the floor that something that feels like desperation reverberates through him as he waits for you to meet his gaze.

⮕ The Monster™ pounds at his stomach lining, begging to be let out. 

⮕By that point, Marcus and the rest of his siblings descend from the second floor, strategically mirroring your own formation as he addresses The Big Guy so Ben forces his attention elsewhere. 

⮕ This shit can wait ‘til after, he decides with a huff. 

⮕ With seven on each side, the confrontation becomes an even standoff. And while it seems the whole situation might come to a peaceful resolution at first, Stubble and Jayme fall into an argument that inevitably kicks things into gear. 

⮕ Ben, naturally, unleashes The Monster™.

⮕ Only, instead of attacking Sundance or Shortstack–being the two closest to him–you side-step into view, now meeting his gaze for the very first time. 

⮕ To his shock? horror? disbelief? The Monster™ stills just before it can tear into your side, stopping only for a few seconds before gently (what?) caressing (the fuck?) your dirt-stained cheek. 

⮕ From behind The Monster™, you stare at its tendrils and at him with a look unlike the others. It makes him feel bare and exposed, vulnerable in all the wrong ways, like he’s a live wire waiting to be put out. The way you look at him… Ben would only describe it as reverence.

⮕ Complete and utter reverence. 

⮕ Eyes wet and mouth trembling, the sharp intake of breath you take as you look at him, really look at him, makes him think back to earlier and how he’d felt a flash of–

⮕ “–I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, the words slipping out before he can bite his tongue. 

⮕ At his words, your expression ripples into something more bitter, something more than words Ben can even come up with and louder than your group as you press your lips into a thin, resigned, line:

⮕ “Too late,” it comes out soft, barely a whisper. But Ben winces as though you’d screeched into his ear.  

⮕ Before he can do anything more, say anything more, you dart around his tendrils and brush a finger against his face. 

⮕ All of a sudden, his limbs grow heavy with fatigue, The Monster™ retreats back into his skin with a harsh slam and the world tilts on its axis.

⮕ White-hot betrayal washes over him as he hits the floor, and as he begins to lose conscious, just on the precept of going under, Ben realises one thing about the sensation as it settles and aches, an open wound:

⮕ The feeling does not belong to him.