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. 

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

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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

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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!

If you wanna know what Ive been doing on and off for like 2 months, here ya go.

Unbrideled Chaos, no braincells, just anger.

Also featuring Isla by @faestorian and Lani by @cecilioque

Tv Percy meets book Percy and finds out Percabeth is canon

Pokehybrid PMD AU

● You woke up in a strange place. Two people were hovering above you, attempting to stir you from your slumber. At first, they seemed like normal people, but as your mind willed you to focus, you noticed the oddities of their forms. They were nearly identical, excluding their inhuman features. One has frightening glowing yellow eyes, while the other had strange fish-like red eyes. Ghastly flames wisped from the body of the one dressed in black, while the one in white floated just above the ground with his floppy eel tail.

○ “Ah! You're awake at last! Are you feeling alright? How did you come to be unconscious here?” The eerie voice of the one in black haunted you, it sounded beautifully melodic despite just being him talking. How had you ended up here? Where has here? Then, it hit you. Who were you? You knew your name, but nothing else. You blanked entirely. “I don't know…” you tell them with a trembling tone. The one in white shifts into a concerned expression, “I am sorry to hear that. Who are you? What kind of pokemon are you? Your features aren't obvious at all.” You explain that you're a human, which makes them tilt their heads. It's not long before you're brought onto some kind of cart and driven on a rudimentary rail system to a nearby settlement.

🌑 It's there you're taken to a tired-looking Alolan Persian hybrid, who sighs when the two drop you off in front of him. The twins, Ingo, and Emmet as they had introduced themselves, explained that everyone was a pokemon hybrid in this world (They were Chandelure and Eelektross hybrids respectively) and that you likely were one, too. You just experienced some sort of memory loss. Nanu, the apparent police authority of the settlement, took a long, deep look at you. He shook his head, “Never seen someone like this. They appear to have no traits, either.” You were terrified, but he just spoke again with an exasperated tone, “You're free to stay here. There's an abandoned home over on the outskirts of the settlement. Feel free to it as yours.” You thanked him and moved to find it.

♤ You settled into your new home, struggling to figure out how you came to exist in such a strange place. Your memories were much too obscured to help you any, but you tried. You wandered around the settlement in an attempt to gain further information. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know anything. You were intrigued by the local game man, a Liepard hybrid named Grimsley. His tail swished as he watched people play his games with mild intrigue. You watched from afar. An azure eye turned to look at you. You gave an awkward smile, to which he motioned you forward. “I have no money to bet, sorry,” you explained. He shook his head and pulled a coin out. “Ah, well, that's fine. Head or tails?” The feline man asked. Was he serious? “Neither.” He snickered. He flipped it into the air, and you watched as it disappeared from sight. “Correct,” Grimsley grinned and pushed a reasonable amount of cash across the table, “Your winnings.”

⭐️ Grimsley pointed you to an odd lore keeper that lived just outside of the settlement for information. The minute you walked through the door, grey eyes harshly peered at you. Blood hair messily pulled back into a bun while a scroll was rolled out before him. Pure white feathers hung beautifully across his wings. “A human? How strange,” he comments, head resting in his hand, “I presume you're here wanting to know who you are? Yes, I've heard about the strange featureless hybrid running around.” You were terrified as he explained that humans were essentially extinct in this world, and that you were likely to be the only one in existence. “Do be careful. Those who know of humans also know that they are capable of mating with any hybrid.” His gaze felt all the more intense at those words.

☄️ It was in a desperation for work that you met the stoic Weavile hybrid, Cyrus. He ran a local guild for exploration teams, but was noted as a harsh, demanding boss with a strange uniform for his underlings. He gave you a strange glance as he passed you hanging around his guild headquarters. You quickly darted away, feeling nervous from the warning Volo had given you. Cyrus could only ponder why you run. Ultimately, however, he decided that he didn't care.

□ A weird rescue team leader was seen hanging around town with a small gang of members following him around. The Golisopod hybrid was big and foreboding, but actually seemed to be goofier and softer when you observed him with the members. You figured he'd be a better option to get out there than Cyrus, feeling intimidated by him still. Guzma, his name, crossed his arms with a smug grin on his lips. “Of course, you can join,” his voice was followed by some laughter, “Gotta pass the test of courage, though. Bring a green gummi from the deep area in Dusk Woods. Then I'll let you join.”

● This brought you back to the twins for a ride and travel guide to the location. Both looked at each other before Emmet shook his head. Ingo spoke to explain their denial, “Humans are so fragile in comparison to humans. Volo explained this to us, and we don't feel it in good conscience to let you travel.” You huffed and decided to find your own way. Since they were going to be that way.

□ Somehow, you managed to get through the dungeon despite the attacks of wild, irate pokemon and hybrids who felt your presence unwelcome. Picking the requested item, you struggled your way back to your settlement. Upon delivering it to Guzma, he nodded. You were in. A badge was given to you alongside some easier grunt work requests. A flow of income was a nice bonus, even if it was taxed by Guzma.

♡ Which led to you deciding to play a proper game with Grimsley in return for his previous kindness. As you played the strange card game, he stared at you with curious eyes. Somehow, you managed to win despite not exactly understanding the rules. “You're playing riskier games than I, friend,” he commented while paying out your prize, “Eyes are on you from all angles. Don't you feel them? A birdie let something out about humans.” You swallowed dryly and thanked him for the game.

🌑 You screamed as an unknown hybrid tried to grab you. It was late, and you had just got back in from a mission. Before a hand could even make contact with you, a clawed hand used a move on the attacker. Lazy, crimson eyes meet yours with a slight turn. “Be more careful,” he warns, “You've heard the rumours, right? Please be aware that you're wanted by a lot of desperate hybrids now. Let me walk you home.” He walked off in the direction of your house. You followed without hesitation.

⭐️ You confronted Volo on all of his terrible actions, but he just shrugged. “I didn't let it out. People came here to learn about humans and ended up reading about it,” he explains, holding out the leather-bound book to you, “I don't restrict the flow of information.” You take the book from his and read through the pages. He continues deciphering an ancient scroll on his desk. “You're welcome to stay with me if you feel threatened,” he offers as you go to leave, “I'm more powerful than I appear.” You just nod before exiting the hut. It probably wouldn't hurt to get a roommate.

□ Guzma grumbled as you brought him to your home. He agreed to help you out after you explained the situation. Apparently, he caught someone creeping and had decided to make a “first impression”. You sat beside him while tending to a wound you had got from a journey. “You know, it might be safer if you don't go on missions. Especially alone. I know you're capable, but I worry,” he admits. You gaze at him. “Ah, forget about it. You are capable, I trust you," he trips over himself, “I'm willing to travel with you, though. Don't forget it. The big, bad boss is offering you his services.” You may just have to take him up on that.

○ The next time you go on a request, you bring Guzma along. Suddenly, the twins were okay with relenting it. The cart moved, you felt a hand come on your shoulder. Emmet cooed at you. “You know, my brother and I would help you if you need it,” his voice was soft and genuine, “Actually, we had wanted to invite you to live with us before Nanu offered you your home.” You stared at the Eelektross hybrid. Maybe? You felt like there was a reason to keep journeying, however. After that feeling faded, though, you may consider it.

After a brutal attack that had you under the settlement's doctor's watch, sooner came rather than later. You debated who you'd want to have help and watch over you while you recovered.

You pick…

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."