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Bumps and cuddles

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff.

Other: Inspired by episode 2x6 of Chicago PD

The case had just been cleared, the confession on tape and on its way to the evidence now, and Adam and Kevin were pulled out of the prison. The guards who had “used excessive force” while detaining him came to apologize, but Adam just waved them off, his ribs throbbing in protest. He just wanted to get out of there, take an hour-long shower, and sleep for a week.

Not expecting you to show up here, a tired smile made its way into his face as he saw you approaching. Your sweater was tight around your belly, the bump there clearly visible as you approached. The guards gave you room, and that’s when your eyes landed on Adam.

You hurried to him, and he closed you into a tight hug, breathing in through your hair. Being apart from you was what had bothered him the most about going on this undercover mission.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at your face!” You cooed as you gently ran your thumb over the cut on his cheekbone.

“I’m fine.” He pressed a kiss to your wrist before wrapping his hands around yours, bringing them to his mouth to plant a kiss on both of them.

“Have they been much trouble?” He released your hand to feel your belly, a smile lighting his face as there was a little kick.

“The perfect angel.” You assured him, even though you were stretching the truth a little (or a lot).

That night, Adam couldn’t calm himself down to sleep even if he was deadly tired. You were sleeping against him, resting your hand on his chest, head tucked under his jaw. The warm puffs of air when you exhaled tickled his skin, and he squeezed you tighter. You stirred and one of your eyes opened when you saw he was still awake, you tiredly lifted your head up, a worried look in your eyes.

“I’m fine.” He assured you but you had known him long enough to not fall for his words.

“We’ll look for someone that you can talk to in the morning. Sleep now, you are okay, I’m okay, the baby is okay and the bad guy is in jail.” Returning your head back to its comfortable resting position, you sighed as you closed your eyes.

“How do you always know what to say?” He pressed a kiss on your temple and ran a hand along your belly, a warmth flushing over him.

“I guess I’m just that good.” Came your tired response, and Adam let out a chuckle before finally allowing himself to drift asleep.

Finally gathered the courage to post this. I have been wanting to post in Tumblr for ages but never had the courage even though I have my phones notes full of fics I could.

But now I plucked the courage, and I hope you enjoy this little fick!

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

Pricelesss 😂😂😂😂

I CAN’T!

Rescued baby seal’s first swim lesson

(via)

Random TV-show idea

The main characters are identical twins. One of them is cis and other is trans.

It’s called “Who wore it better?”

And the kicker is, the audience isn’t told which one is which.

Oh my this is so good I’m actually shaking! I’m dead. Dead!

We Are Soulmates

Criminal Minds / Supernatural Crossover

Summary: After an unexpected trip to heaven you figure out who your soulmate is. Turns out the way to finding him was to get arrested. (Beginning is based on S:4 E:16 of Supernatural 'Dark Side of the Moon')

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 10,112

Warnings: Mentions of murder, angst, some cursing

A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you like it!

Dying hurt like a son of a bitch. The feel of bullets that lodged themselves into your chest was something you were sure to never forget. When you came to you weren’t in the run-down motel room that you and the Winchesters’ had checked into the night before. You were laying on a couch in a living room you had never seen. Slowly rising, you looked around taking in the room, the strangest of feelings blooming in your chest. It was as if you had chosen everything in the room yourself. From the furniture to the paint color on the walls to the architecture of the building, it felt right. It felt like home.

Spotting picture frames on a nearby wall you walk over to hopefully get an idea on who lived here. You felt in your gut that you belonged here, but you knew it wasn’t your home, until you found pictures of your current family, the Winchester’s, and Cas. Your happy moments throughout the years. Even one of you and your parents that made your eyes sting and you wondered if maybe you did belong. Some of the pictures, however, were of people you hadn’t met before, which confused you more. You moved past those. The next picture causes you to gasp and you pulled the frame from the wall. The picture is of you, the smile on your face lighting up the entire frame. Behind you stands a man you don’t recognize. His arms are wrapped around your shoulders as he too, smiles for the camera. With brown almost black hair cropped short, deep brown eyes with crinkles around them and a bright smile, the man took your breath away.

Not being able to help yourself you touch the glass wondering who this mysterious man is. Your pondering is interrupted as static fills the room causing you yelp and drop the picture. You frown down at the broken glass before turning around trying to find the source of the noise. The TV in the living room is now on, only static on the TV, you cautiously go over about to turn it off before the static starts morphing into something else. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion before you can finally see something in the static. Castiel.

“Y/N. Can you hear me?” Cas said through the fuzziness of the TV.

“Yeah. Cas, where am I?” You immediately asked.

“Heaven. My condolences.”

Memories from your final moments come flying to the forefront of your brain. The two masked men that ended up being hunters. Their anger at Sam and the blast of bullets as they shot the three of you in your beds.

You blink away the memories and the pain looking up at Cas’ face.

“What now?”

Cas then explains his plan find God and stop the apocalypse. He tells you how to get to Sam and Dean, then where to find the angel Joshua, who was rumored to speak to God. You follow his instructions and find the boys down the road inside a different house. The three of you are then chased down by the angel Zachariah who is hell bent on getting you back in your bodies so Sam and Dean can fulfil their destiny, only for you to find Joshua or really, he found you. All this only for you to all be disappointed to learn that God wasn’t going to help with the apocalypse. With a wave of his hand, Joshua sends you and the Winchesters’ back into your bodies.

You had been to heaven before, apparently, but this time you remembered everything. You remembered this time because of the conversation you had with Joshua, you knew that, but you couldn’t get the man from the picture out of your head. You were drawn to him for reasons you couldn’t understand, and you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It had been several days since you were brought back from the dead and you finally decided you needed some answers. Sam and Dean had gone on a food run and they left you and Cas in the motel room by yourselves. Cas was still drunk from his liquor store escapades, but you didn’t know when you would get another chance to talk to him alone.

“Hey Cas,” you asked.

“Yes, Y/n?” he answered his voice slightly slurred.

“Heaven. I, uh, had a few questions about Heaven..”

“What is it?” Cas asked.

“When I woke up there, I was in this house. It was perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted, which I guess makes sense since it is heaven, but there was a picture on the wall that I just can’t get out of my head.” You felt a sense of relief in finally being able to get your thoughts out in the open. You looked up at the blue-eyed angel.

Cas tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together. “What was the picture of?” he asked.

“It was of me and a man I have never seen before. We were both smiling.” you paused not sure if you should tell him the rest but figured being as truthful as possible will only help. “We, well, he had his arms wrapped around me. It almost felt like it was our home or something,” you knew it sounded crazy, but you didn’t know how else to describe it.

“Ah,” Cas said. “Of course.”

“What? Do you know who it is?” the anticipation bubbles up into your voice and you sound almost desperate.

“Well, that is your soulmate,” Cas said. “When you both die that is the heaven that you will share. When one of you dies the other will wait there until the other arrives.” Cas’ eyes locked on your face waiting for your reaction.

You can’t say anything at first. Your heart is in your throat and you must look away from Cas so he can’t see the battle going on behind your eyes. The first thing you feel is incomprehensible happiness. You never thought that you could have a soulmate. As a hunter your dating history was non-existent, and you figured you would never have that. You had come to terms with it and had made peace.

Now though, to know there was someone out there that you were meant to be with made your heart soar; only to have it come crashing down with the knowledge that you could never bring another person into the life you had made for yourself. No one deserved that. Even if your heart broke at the thought of never knowing the man in the picture.

Ignorant of the battle raging in your head Cas continued, “I don’t know his name but if I am able to take a look into your soul, I could find out for you.”

“No,” came your immediate response. If you knew a name it would be easier for you to find him. You would never be able to resist that. “It’s okay. I was just curious,” you finally meet Cas’ eyes. His eyes were wide as they searched yours, any trace of drunkenness seeming to be gone. “Thanks,” you hoped he would drop the subject. You even tried to give him a smile in reassurance, but you were sure it came out more as a grimace.

That had been several years ago. Life went on and you and the Winchesters faced many trials. Not everything was bad though. After so long on the road you had found the bunker and finally had somewhere to call home. Over the years you tried to keep the man from the picture, your soulmate, out of your mind. Focus on what was going on around you, but no matter what life threw at you, you were never able to keep the man from the picture far from your thoughts. He was always there right below the surface.

Sam and Dean had found out about your secret not long after you guys had died and come back. Dean had been more understanding about your reasoning for not looking for the man. Sam had thought you should try and get out of the life. That this was the perfect opportunity for it. Maybe he had been right, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave this life. Leave Sam, Dean and Cas to fight the next big bad. They were your family, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave them. So here you were, in the library of the bunker searching for a case with your family.

“Wait, listen to this. There has been a series of kills where the victims had their heads cut off.” Sam said, looking up at Dean and I over his laptop screen.

“Sounds like someone is killing some vamps.” Dean replied, leaning back in his chair, and propping his feet up on the table. “Maybe we should just leave them to it.” You shrugged a shoulder in agreement with Dean.

“They must be fairly new hunters if they are being this obvious.” Sam said squinting back at the screen. “I think we should still check it out. At least show them the ropes.”

That was all it took for the three of us to head east toward Bloomington, Indiana where the last vamp kill was.

Finding out that it was Krissy, the hunter’s daughter that helped us out a few years back was a shock. Then being told that her father had died at the hands of a vampire brought everything into the light. She and two other teens were looking for revenge for their loved one’s deaths and honestly you couldn’t blame them. However, that didn’t change the fact that they were being reckless. You had followed Krissy and her friends when they had left the house while Sam and Dean tried to get more information from their ‘foster dad’.

What you hadn’t realized was that the FBI was in town.

The sound of tires crunching against gravel had your head flying towards the door of the barn you currently stood in with Krissy and her two friends. From the sound of it there was more than one vehicle and none of them were Dean’s car. You would know that sound of the Impala anywhere. Turning back towards the teens you all looked down at the decapitated body laying at your feet. You knew they couldn’t be found here, and if they found you, they wouldn’t go looking for Krissy and her friends. You hoped.

“Go!” you shouted as quietly as possible. “You can’t be found here,” You said. They all stare at you and you meet Krissy’s wide eyes, the bloody machete still clutched in her hand.

“What about you?” she asked. You could tell panic was starting to settle in and you didn’t have time to console her.

“I’ll be fine. Go back to Sam and Dean. They will be able to help me.”

That clearly is enough. She gave you a curt nod, determination pooling in her eyes. Her and the other two run out that back of the barn as you hear footsteps heading for the front of the barn.

As the back door is shut behind Krissy, the front door is shoved open. “FBI!” is shouted by a built bald man. His eyes meet yours for a second before moving to the body laying at your feet. His already raised gun is trained on you in the next second. You automatically bring your hands up as he and several other agents surrounded you shouting for you to get on the ground. You don’t say anything to them, not wanting to make this worse on yourself. A woman with blonde hair cuffs you and reads you your Miranda Rights before leading you outside with the help of a tall skinny man on your other side.

They put you in the back of a squad car; the woman forcefully pushes your head down. Your heart is in your throat as you stare out the window as the squad car pulls away from the barn. You take in deep breaths through your nose and try to calm your racing heart. Sam and Dean had been arrested several times before and they had gotten out of it. That was before you had an angel on your side too. They would be able to get you out. You had to have faith in that, or you would start panicking. Before you are turned fully away from the barn you could have sworn you see the profile of a man that looked vaguely familiar. It’s not enough for you to pinpoint where from so you let it go. You have more important things to worry about.

The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI all stood around the body that lay in the middle of the barn. The head was off to the side, its eyes still open seeming to peer up at the agents. Dr. Spencer Reid looked away from the eyes a slight chill running down his spine. It’s crazy what can still affect him after all the crap he had seen.

“There is no murder weapon, at least one that we can find, but the victim had to have just been killed. He is still warm.” David Rossi said from where he was currently knelt next to the body. He pulled his eyes away from the headless corpse to look around at his team.

“The amount of force it takes to decapitate someone, even with something like a machete, which based on the wound is what had to be used, is–.” Reid started off, only to be interrupted by Derek Morgan.

“A lot of force.” he finished his eyes still on the body in front of him and his arms were crossed over his chest. “This doesn’t make sense. She wouldn’t have been able to do this without a weapon and we’ve searched everywhere. There isn’t one here.” Morgan waves his arm out over the rest of the barn, his voice elevating with the frustration. The rest of the team is feeling it too.

“Maybe there were other people here and they left before we made it into the barn.” Emily Prentiss said looking around at the group.

“That is very likely.”

They all whip their heads around to the sheriff that they were consulting with on the case.

“There are three sets of foot prints out this back door. They could have made a run for it when they heard us coming,” the sheriff continued.

“Why wouldn’t she have run too?” Jennifer Jareau wondered. “If the others were able to get away, who’s to say she couldn’t have.”

“She could have stayed to take the fall,” Aaron Hotchner jumped in. “Maybe she was trying to protect them.” There was a moment of silence while they thought then Hotch continued. “Morgan, Reid and I will go back to the precinct to question the suspect. JJ, Prentiss, and Rossi, you stay. See if you can find anything else out here and if you can find out where the other people that were in the barn went. Once you are done here, meet us back at the station.”

Back at the precinct, you were sitting in an interrogation room waiting for someone to come in. There was a two-way mirror in front of you and you were sure there were agents on the other side staring at you, waiting for you to give something away. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. You had been in more dire situations than this. Granted this was the first time you had been arrested but a couple of FBI agents were nothing compared to a demon with a knife and a hatred for anything Winchester.

You sat a still as you could manage. You had never been one to sit in one spot for long. Always needing to move around. It didn’t help that your nerves were on the rise the longer you sat there but you knew that was their game. Instead of focusing on the agents surely standing on the other side waiting to come in and get you to confess, you focused on what you had control over. How you were going to play this so it would end with you walking out the door free. You had to admit the odds weren’t in your favor but everything they had was circumstantial. However, finding you standing over a decapitated body was damning evidence.

After an immeasurable amount of time, which was probably only ten minutes, in walked the same man that had first pointed the gun at you in the barn. Behind him was a tall man that was dressed in a suit. Your eyes lifted to his face and are met with familiar brown eyes. Your eyes widened and you froze in your chair, your heart pounding, and your plans of talking your way out of everything flew out the window. The last several years of not looking meant nothing. Trying to keep him away from the dangers of your world. To keep him safe. All of it. For nothing.

There stood your soulmate and you greedily took him in. This was so much better than a picture you had slowing been forgetting even as you had fought to remember. The details of him fading away as your struggled to keep them close but now, with him in front of you, it was like you had been drowning and your head finally broke the surface. He and the other agent shared a glance at your obvious recognition. You immediately dropped your eyes to the table, scolding yourself and trying to bring back some composure. You had to focus if you were going to get out of this.

“I’m SSA Derek Morgan and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. We are with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Agent Morgan said as he took a seat across from you. Great, behavioral analysis. That is going to make getting out of this even harder. Aaron Hotchner stayed by the door; his arms crossed over his chest. You peeked a look at him. Aaron. As much as it was a relief to finally know his name, it also brought a pang to your chest. The more you knew about him that meant it would be that much harder to stay away. You knew you were not meant to have this.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Morgan asked.

“Because you found me standing over a dead body,” you bluntly stated, your mental capacity absorbed by the man standing across the room.

Morgan shrugged one shoulder in agreement, “Yeah we did and as much as I would love for you to explain that we have a more important question.”

You stare at him for a second trying to bring your focus back to Agent Morgan. You couldn’t be distracted by Aaron if you were going to get out of this.

“And what would that be?” You asked, keeping your focus on Morgan.

“We ran your prints through our data base and didn’t get a hit, so no priors,” Morgan answered looking at the file in his hand. “You didn’t have an ID on you.” Morgan closed the file before resting his elbows on the table separating you, leaning toward you. “So, we have no idea who you are.” He finished.

You mirrored his position, “That does seem to be a problem.” You stated sarcasm slipping into your tone. Morgan searched your eyes, for what you weren’t sure.

“Who are you?” he asked. You take your eyes from his not sure if you should share your identity. You know eventually you will have to, but you are afraid that knowing who you are will bring them to Sam and Dean.

Like there is a pull between the two of you, your eyes move away from Agent Morgan and they automatically land on Aaron, still standing across the room. Your eyes meet and you are unable to look away. Again, you are drinking him in and everything else faded away. Unbeknownst to you, Aaron is also unable to look away.

Morgan looked between the two of you. Hotch relaxed his stance and his arms fell to his side. It was as if you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. You already had a strange reaction to seeing Hotch. The look Morgan and Hotch shared confirmed that Agent Hotchner had never seen you before. Something weird was going on, though and from the look on his face, Morgan knew that Hotch wouldn’t be able to play the bad cop with you like planned.

“Hey!” Morgan slammed his hand down on the table causing you to jump and tear your eyes back to him. “I’m talking to you, not him. Now answer my question. Who are you?”

From the corner of his eye Morgan sees Hotch look down seeming to shake himself out of whatever the hell that was. This was going to complicate things. Whatever this was.

You open and close your mouth, struggling to decide what you should do. Morgan was about to turn up the act a notch before you finally respond.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you murmured. At the sound of your name Morgan gets up and leaves the room, planning on getting on the phone with Garcia. Plus getting that was like pulling teeth; maybe Hotch could get more out of you.

Aaron stares after Morgan for a moment before turning back to you. He walked over to the table and took a seat across from you. You watch his movements, still amazed that you had found him; or more like he had found you. He stares down at his hands where they are resting together on the table, his fingers intertwined. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head and you wondered if he would ask about the clear connection you two had. Even though you were soulmates that didn’t mean that you knew when you met your other half. The only reason you were aware of soulmates at all is because one of your best friends is an angel. If you had not died all those years prior and saw the two of you in that frame, you might have assumed this was just mutual attraction. Attraction that you had never felt for another person before, but attraction none the less.

Finally looking up and meeting his eyes you are blown away with how deep they are. You swear you could see all the way to his soul. Okay, maybe not just attraction.

“We found footprints outside of the back door of the barn.” Aaron said, and you are surprised with the direction he decides to go in. Your heart rate picks up knowing that they know about Krissy and her friends. “We know that there were other people in that barn right before we got there. The fact that we couldn’t find a murder weapon backs up that theory. If you cooperate in this investigation, we can let you walk free.” You stare at him, shocked that this is the way they are deciding to play this. Was he even in a position to promise something like that? For a moment you consider making something up. Fabricating three other people that could have decapitated the vampire, not that they knew that’s what it was. You shake your head. If you let them think that you knew that other people had been in barn with you that could lead them to Krissy and her friends. You couldn’t let that happen but maybe you could convince him of something else entirely.

“There was no one else there,” You said. “I thought I heard something in the barn. I walked in and found the body there. I was about to call the cops when you guys showed up.” You lean back and cross your arms. Portraying confidence. Hopefully, claiming that you had found the body like that would be enough for them to let you go. Anyone could have been there before you to decapitate them. Even in your head it sounds dumb. You aren’t on you’re A-game and you knew it had everything to do with the distracting man sitting across from you.

Aaron leans forward in his chair is eyes searching your face. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You know he is trying to get read on you and you are afraid of what he will find. You had spent years lying to people of authority but lying to a profiler was above your pay grade. You were good; you just didn’t know if you were that good.

“Why didn’t you mention that before now?’ He asked.

“You guys didn’t really give me the chance to,” you retorted. “Even if I had, would you still have arrested me?” You leaned forward propping your elbows on the table between the two of you, mirroring each other.

“Yes.” Aaron said holding your eyes. “You would still be a suspect. Like you said, we did find you standing over a dead body.” A light pause, deep brown eyes still staring into yours. You idly wonder if he can hear your heart pounding. “This is the third body to show up in a matter of weeks. If this is your doing, you’ve been busy.”

You sighed, breaking his gaze, and staring at your hands on the table trying to figure out your next move. “I would like my phone call now.” You decided. You needed to talk to Sam and Dean.

Aaron rose from the table and left the room. He came back a second later with keys to unlock your wrists from the cuffs. Slightly confused as to why he took them off, you rose to your feet where he grabbed your arm and you let out a gasp as tingles radiated from where he touched you. Your eyes shot up to his wide eyes. He took a deep breath before pulling you from the room.

There were agents right outside the room that you recognized from the barn. Aaron pulled you along keeping you beside him and his hand gentle on your arm. You stare up at him, taking in his profile not being able to take your eyes off him. Damn, you needed to get yourself together. He stopped you in front of a desk in the main lobby of the precinct and brings the phone that was at the corner of the desk closer to you.

“You can have a seat here. You have five minutes.” He leaned against the side the desk and you realized you weren’t going to have any privacy.

Dean picked up the phone at the first ring.

“Hello?” he barked.

“Dean,” you breathed. You noticed Aaron’s shoulders tensed as you said the, clearly male, name.

“Where the hell are you?” he said an edge of panic in his voice. You could vaguely hear Sam asking if it was you on the phone.

“I’m at the police precinct.” You look up at Aaron not sure how much you should say.

Before you can say more Dean interrupts, “We know what happened and we are so sorry. We should have gone with you. We are going to find a way to get you out. We just aren’t sure how, but we will. Oh, and Sam is here too.”

“Hey Y/N/N. How are you holding up?”

“Hey Sammy. I’ve been better.” You chuckled without humor. “It’s bad. I don’t know if I’m going to get out of this one.”

“Hey, none of that. We’ve been in situations worse than this. We will find something. You just need to hang in there. Don’t admit to anything,” Sam said, and you could almost picture the look of determination on his face.

“Okay. Yeah, I won’t.” You responded feeling better about the situation now that you knew Sam and Dean were trying to find a way to help you.

“I got a hold of Cas earlier. He is heading this way too.” Dean said.

“Good. I’m glad he will be back with us.” Cas ran off on his own too much and you all missed him when he was gone. Especially Dean.

“It’s going to be okay. We will figure something out.” Dean repeated, trying to make you feel better.

“I know. I trust you guys. It’s just…” You don’t know how to finish. Telling Sam and Dean that you were scared was one thing, but you didn’t want Aaron to be aware of that.

“We know. We’ve been there.” Dean reassured you.

Aaron glances down at you, then points down to his watch. You take that for what it is, but you have one more question.

“Should I ask for a lawyer?” You asked.

“Well should she Sammy?” Dean inquired clearly letting the would-be lawyer take that question on.

“It would probably be better if you did. We have had them in the past. That way they can’t try and pull a fake confession out of you.” Sam advised.

“Maybe I should just tell the truth,” You said. Aaron whipped his head down to look at you, questions clear in his eyes. You held his gaze and wondered if this man would believe you. Maybe if he knew the truth he would even try and help you out of this mess. Or he would try and lock you up for being mentally insane. The latter is probably closer to reality.

“That is always I tight rope to walk,” Dean cautioned. At the sound of Dean’s voice, you broke eye contact with Aaron.

“Yeah, you should really think about that before you do.” Sam added.

“You might be right,” You said. “I have to go. They are wanting me to get off the phone.”

“Okay. Just be careful. We’ll figure this out.” Dean said.

“I know you will. I–I love you guys.” You professed. You and the guys weren’t big on saying the L word, but you didn’t know when you would see them again.

“We love you too Y/N,” Sam said softly.

“Yeah, we do,” Dean confirmed.

With a small smile on your face and a quiet goodbye you hung up the phone. You sat there for a second absorbed in your thoughts before Aaron pulled you from them.

“I have to take you back to the interrogation room.” He murmured, gently placing his hand on your arm. You nod your head not ready to go back to the tiny room. Lifting your hand, you almost place it over Aarons before you realized what you are doing and quickly lower it, standing in hope to disguise the awkwardness. He guides you back to the room just as he had led you away. He sets you back at the table not re-cuffing you to your surprise. He holds your eyes for a moment before turning and leaving the room.

Aaron shuts the door behind him and is met with the eyes of his team.

“Would you like to explain what the hell is going on between you two?” Morgan stated, genuinely confused as to why he was acting this way. He, or the rest of the team, had never seen Hotch this distracted.

“What Morgan is trying to say,” Rossi intervened. “Is that there seems to be something going on between the two of you. Do you know her from somewhere?”

“No, I–,” Hotch looked around at his team not really knowing what he should tell them because he didn’t really know what was going on himself. He had never felt this immediate connection to someone before. Of course, it had to be a suspect in a murder investigation. “I wish I knew what this was.” He told them looking down with a shake of his head. “I can’t even wrap my head around it. Let alone try and explain it to you guys.” He raised his head, meeting the eyes of ever one on the team. “I will get a handle on it though. I won’t let it interfere with the investigation.”

As he finished, Morgan’s phone started to ring.

“Hey baby girl,” Morgan said putting the call on speaker. “You’re on speaker. What do you got for me?”

“Hello, my lovelies. I found more about our mystery woman. Y/N Y/L/N was born in (readers hometown) to (readers parents). When Y/N was 16 years old, and this is where it gets sad, there was a break in that resulted in the murder of both of her parents. The–uh the Unsub well, he tore them apart. Y/N was never found. It was assumed she had been abducted and later she was pronounced dead when no leads popped up. That is until now, where she seems to be alive and well.”

“And now she might be cutting off people heads.” Rossi stated. Hotch turned towards the two-way glass staring at you sitting at the table. He felt a deep sadness at the thought of you going through all of that and who knew what you had gone through since that night.

“So, there is no other trace of her?” JJ asked. “No bank statements or home addresses?”

“Nope, nothing. If there had been something, I would have found it. It was like she was living totally off the grid, which is ridiculously hard to pull off.” Garcia confirmed.

“If she had been with the person that did this to her family all of this time–,” Emily shook her head not wanting to entertain the thought.

“Did you get a name for who she called?” Spencer asked Hotch, who finally turned away from the two-way glass.

“Yeah. One was named Dean. The other she called Sammy,” He said. “But she did mention another man. She said she would be glad that he was back with them, but she didn’t mention his name.”

“I can work with that,” Garcia’s voice came through the speaker. “I will get back to you in a jiffy.” The line clicks.

“Three men? Could these be the Unsubs?” Morgan asked.

“The footprints found at the scene were too small to be that of grown men. It either had to be teenagers or women.” Spencer answered.

“She said she loved them.” Hotch blurted, not being able to keep it in anymore. It had been eating at him since she had said it, for reasons he didn’t yet want to consider.

The team all stared at him, bewilderment clear on their faces.

“Are we thinking Stockholm Syndrome then?” JJ is the first to speak, voicing what everyone was thinking.

“She doesn’t seem to be a victim of Stockholm Syndrome,” Rossi said. “We could be wrong but that also doesn’t fit into the profile.”

“She doesn’t fit into the profile.” Hotch shook his head, knowing that deep down in his gut. “And I don’t believe she has Stockholm Syndrome. How she acted on the phone with them, it doesn’t fit.”

“So maybe she hasn’t been with her parents’ murderers this entire time,” Emily suggested.

“But who then?” Spencer asked. “It is nearly impossible for a sixteen-year-old to completely live completely off the grid like that, especially with no experience doing so.”

“That’s what we need to figure out,” Rossi stated the team nodding in agreement.

“There’s one more thing.” Hotch was looking through the glass at Y/N again. “Y/N asked them if she should tell the truth.” Everyone whipped their heads in Hotch’s direction.

“That’s something we can work with,” Morgan said confidently.

This time when the door opens Aaron and a female agent that you vaguely recognize from the crime scene, comes through the door. They both take a seat in front of you, Aaron pulling out the chair for the other agent. She gives him a smile and a feeling you can’t quite name pulls at your stomach.

“Y/N this is SSA Prentiss. She is also a part of the BAU.” Aaron said not taking his eyes off Agent Prentiss, a soft look in his eyes and the feeling in your stomach worsens. Agent Prentiss smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You knew finding him was too good to be true.

Aaron finally turns to you and doesn’t meet your eyes, but he does open one of the files they walked in with.

“Miss Y/LN, it seems you have been living of the grid for a long time.” Aaron started finally looking up at you, trying to put some distance between the two of you with the use of your last name.

You cleared your throat, pushing emotions down. So, it’s Miss Y/L/N now? “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, we were wondering why.” He said leaning toward you.

“That doesn’t matter.” You had yet to decide if you should tell them about the hunting, figuring it probably would only make matters worse at this point.

“Your last known address was one that you lived in with your parents before they were killed.” Prentiss said laying out a picture of your childhood home in front of you. You pick up the picture staring at it, you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. It still felt like it was yesterday. Hell, you still had nightmares about that night. How could they have found that, and what did it have to do with anything?

“I still don’t know what that has to do with this.” You whispered afraid of your voice breaking if you spoke any louder. You set the picture down looking away from it.

“Ever since that night, there has been no record of you anywhere. No home addresses. No credit card payments. Nothing even made out in your name.” Prentiss moved another picture toward you, this time it was of you and your parents. It had been taken a few years before their deaths, for their church directory. It had hung in the living room of your family home since it was taken. This time you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“How did you find this?” You breathed, not picking this picture up knowing holding it in your hands would be too much. You hadn’t been able to take a picture of your family with you when Sam and Dean had rescued you from your home that night. There hadn’t been time. This was the first time you were seeing your parents’ faces in years.

“Who took you from your house that night, Y/N?” Prentiss said gently, trying to coax you.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Hotch was glad that Prentiss was taking the lead on this. His fists were clenched on his lap as he watched the tears fall from your eyes. He had an uncontrollable urge to wipe them away, to comfort you. Just like he had when he saw the flash of pain in your eyes at the act he and Prentiss were putting forward.

While Hotch fought his internal battle, Prentiss kept questioning you. “Was it the people that killed your family?”

“What?” You asked staring at Prentiss in confusion. “You think that I have been with my parents’ murderer this entire time?” You shook your head as a hysteric laugh bubbled out. Realization washing over you and your blood starting to boil. “You think that if I had been with that monster,” your lips curl around the word, “this entire time it would fit right in with your investigation. The poor victim turned murderer because she had been brainwashed by a monster for over a decade.” You snarled at Prentiss flabbergasted by the conclusion they had made. Fury burning through your veins at the thought of the demon that took your world from you. “Well, I’m sorry to ruin your little theory but that black eyed bitch got what was coming to him. He’s dead.”

You looked between Prentiss and Aaron both obviously surprised by your little speech. “I want a lawyer.” You fumed.

“Y/N–,” Aaron started, not sure what he was going to say but he felt like he needed to say something.

“I said,” You leaned forward on your elbows getting into Aaron’s space as much as you are able with a table between you. “I want a fucking lawyer.” You leaned back in your chair again, crossing your arms and looking away from the two agents. A clear dismissal. Aaron and Prentiss get up and leave the room knowing they weren’t going to get anymore from you. Aaron looking at you one last time before he closes the door behind him. Once the door closes, you let a tear trail down your cheek.

Outside of the room, Prentiss turned towards Hotch. “I’m sorry. That’s not how I thought she would react. She has been so levelheaded this entire time.”

“It’s not your fault. She asked if she should lawyer up while she was on the phone. This was going to happen eventually.” Hotch comforted her.

“So that didn’t go as planned,” Rossi stated. “But Garcia did find something while you were in there.”

In the conference room the team stood around the table listening to Garcia. “I hope I am wrong but, I believe who Y/N was talking to was Sam and Dean Winchester. This took a lot to dredge up. Especially, considering the two are supposed to be dead several times over. They have been charged with mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecrations, breaking and entering, armed robbery, kidnapping, and three counts of first-degree murder. Their last known whereabouts was their arrests by FBI Agent Hendrickson, but they were to have thought to have died in the fire that took Agent Hendrickson’s life along with two officers and a secretary that worked at the station.”

“Wait, I remember that case. Agent Hendrickson thought he had them in Milwaukee, but they got away. They have been on the FBI’s Most Wanted List for years but were taken off when they were thought to be dead,” Rossi stated.

“How do you know they are alive then?” Hotch asked, wanting to be sure before they assumed anything. His insides clenched at the thought of you being with them this entire time.

“They are good, sir but not that good. I used facial recognition to scan through security cameras around the town trying to find some trace of them and I found them leaving a gas station on the corner of Walnut and Grimes in a 1967 black Chevrolet Impala.” Garcia finished with a flourish.

“So, if she has been with them this entire time, her being involved in these murders is very plausible. Even if she was just along for the ride.” Morgan concluded, confident that they had figured you out.

“That is too big of a coincidence for it not to be them,” JJ remarked.

“It also looks like we have two more possible Unsubs for this case,” Rossi added.

“I must say my dear friends, do be careful with these two men. They are highly dangerous and have cheated death on more than one occasion,” Garcia warned. The team took in her warning, staggered that this case had become as big as it had.

“So, what about her parents then? I think it is safe to say that her parents’ killer is dead. She seemed very confided in that fact,” JJ said changing the subject now that they were more confident in your involvement.

“And that Sam and Dean are probably the ones that killed him or hell maybe she killed him.” Morgan added.

“Do we think that maybe they were the ones that killed the parents?” Reid asked.

“I don’t think so. She called the killer a ‘black eyed bitch.’ That must mean that she saw the killer and she seems confident that they are dead,” Rossi determined.

“I did think that was strange.” Hotch muttered. “I’ve never heard someone refer to a person that way.”

“Black eyes?” Reid wondered. “Could that have to do with race? Something derogatory?” He looked around at the team.

“Maybe,” Prentiss considered. “But that’s not how I took it. She called the person a monster. She emphasized it. It could be a characteristic of that specific person or she could mean a characteristic of someone evil.”

“That is true, in a lot of biblical mythology, demons, the embodiment of evil, are said to have black eyes.” Spencer tacked on.

The team is silent for a couple of moments taking in what Prentiss and Reid said, not really knowing where to go from there. Hotch is the first to break the silence, “Garcia, try and dig up more about Sam and Dean Winchester. They seem to be in the middle of all of this and the more information we can get on them they closer we will be to finding out who did this. Also try and find a location on them. We need to bring them in.” Hotch instructed.

“Of course, sir. I’ll get right back to you. Garcia, over and out!” Garcia hangs up the phone.

Armed with this new information, the team decides to switch it up and send in Reid to talk to you. Not that anyone said it, but they think if they get Hotch out of the room, you won’t be as distracted.

While the team is discussing what they have found out, you talk with your lawyer and she explains to you your rights and the two of you try and come up with a game plan. Having her their makes you feel better to a point, but you truly don’t know how much she can help you.

When the door opens again, it is not an agent that you have seen in this room before, but you do recognize him from the barn.

“Hello, I am Dr. Spencer Reid. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Reid said as he sets a few files down on the table. He shakes your hand, as well as your lawyers before taking a seat. You are disappointed that Aaron isn’t in here this time, but you aren’t surprised that they decided to change it up. You are sure that the rest of the agents are watching behind the glass.

“Y/N, if I may ask, what is your relationship to Dean and Sam Winchester?”

The blood in your veins run cold. How could they have found out about Sam and Dean? “Excuse me?” You stammered.

“What is your relationship to Dean and Sam Winchester?” Dr. Reid repeated.

“I–I don’t know a Sam or Dean Winchester,” You said.

“Are you sure about that?” Reid asked.

“Yes.” You try and say confidently. You aren’t sure how well it works.

“Well, we know they are in town.” Reid said, pulling picture from one of the files. It is of Sam and Dean at a gas station the three of you stopped at when you came into town. From the time stamp you are positive you were in the back seat of the Impala in this picture trying to find out more about the case as Dean filled up the tank and Sam grabbed some food. You look up from the picture and meet Reid’s eyes. He holds your gaze, and you are the first to look away.

“What does this have to do with the current case?” your lawyer spoke up. Thank God.

“Y/N mentioned the names Dean and Sammy on the phone earlier.” You try and keep your composure, but you are almost certain you tensed up. “Our technical analyst was able to break down who it was Y/N was talking to.” Reid continued, he turned away from your lawyer and met your eyes. “If this is the Dean and Sam she was talking to, then we are going to have to bring them in as suspects on this case.”

“May I ask why?” your lawyer replied.

“Dean and Sam Winchester have been charged in the past with mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecrations, breaking and entering, kidnapping and three counts of first-degree murder. We know there were at least two other people at the crime scene, and we believe that your client is covering for them,” Reid finished.

You were so fucked. Them knowing about Sam and Dean changed everything. You couldn’t let them get to them. You had come in here to try and protect Krissy and her friends but now you were going to have to protect Sam and Dean. There was no way in hell you were going to let them go down for this. They had saved the world on more than one occasion and they were your family.

“Okay,” You quaked “I’ll tell you everything.” You meet Reid’s eyes and try and steel yourself for what you are about to do. “But only on one condition.”

“Wait, you don’t want to do tha–,” your lawyer started but Reid cut her off.

“What is that?” he asked leaning toward you.

“I will only tell Agent Aaron Hotchner,” You declared.

A half an hour later, only you and Aaron are sitting across from each other in the interrogation room. The team is still on the other side of the two-way glass and a camera was set up in the corner of the room. You and Aaron are holding each other gazes and he wondered what you were about to tell him. Why bringing up Sam and Dean Winchester had brought on that type of reaction from you.

“You can start whenever you are ready,” Aaron said trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring.

Taking a deep breath, you begin. “My parents were murdered when I was sixteen, but I am sure not in the way that you think.” Your eyes are cast down. Aaron kept his eyes on you trying his best to read you.

“I know you’ve read the file, so I don’t have to explain to you what that thing did to them. But uh– after that monster was done with my parents it came for me. I had stayed hiding in my room too afraid to leave.” You shake your head still looking down. “Before it could get to me, two men came in, killed the monster and saved my life.” You finally look up and meet Aaron’s eyes. “Those men were Sam and Dean Winchester.”

“So, you are saying that Sam and Dean committed murder?” Aaron clarified.

You take a frustrated breath and continue your story ignoring Aaron implication. He takes note of the protectiveness you have for the Winchesters with a twist in his gut. He doesn’t want to think about why.

“Dean took me outside and explained what he and his brother did. They hunt monsters.” Present tense. “Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and what killed my parents. Demons.” They had convinced you of the existence of monsters. That is the last thing he expected.

“Demons? What do you mean by that?” Aaron wanted clarification. A demon could mean something evil not necessarily the biblical meaning.

“I mean a demon. From hell. It’s all real. Heaven and hell. Angels and demons. God and Lucifer. It’s all real.” It’s only the years of interrogations and keeping his cool under high pressure situations that keeps his eyebrows from shooting up and his eyes from widening. They got you to believe that a demon from hell killed your family. Aaron wasn’t sure where he stood on the subject of God especially after Haley’s death but the confidence you had in the existence of the supernatural floored him; it was more than you just believing it. You had seen it.

“You don’t believe me?” she asked clearly taking his silence for disbelief.

“Believing in God is one thing but believing that demons and monsters walk the earth is something else entirely,” he said. “If what you are saying is true, what does that have to do with the murder you are suspected for?”

“The body that you found me standing over in the barn was a vampire,” you told him.

“Is there a way you can prove that?” he asked.

“The gums,” she said. “If you press down on them fangs will extract.” Aaron knows on the other end of the glass someone on his team is calling the M.E. to verify your story. “So, are you saying that you killed a vampire?” he asked.

“I never said that.” You replied with a shake of your head. “He was a vampire, but I didn’t kill him.”

“Did Sam and Dean?” Aaron questioned.

“No, they didn’t”

Until then he can’t let the thought that the world is vastly different then he original believed get to him, so he decides to back track on something else you said.

“When you mentioned heaven and hell among other things being real, you seemed very confident in that fact.” Aaron said placing his elbows on the table and leaning towards you. When he did, your breath hitched, and he can’t help but let his eyes fall to your parted lips. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he forced himself to bring his eyes back to yours.

“That’s because I am.” You murmured. A sigh escapes your lips and your shoulders hunch over. You stay like that for a moment before straightening your back and lifting your head. However, you don’t meet his eyes.

“About five years ago, Sam, Dean and I stopped at a motel right outside of Milwaukee for the night.” You bring your hands together on the table wringing them together. You’re nervous. Was it the story? Or what my reaction will be?

“Two men, fellow hunters, broke into our room that night. They had a grudge against Sam.” A huff. “They shot him in the chest before we could stop them. They knew that Dean and I would want revenge, so they shot both of us too.” He couldn’t stop is eyes from widening this time as ice ran into his veins. He took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. She is right in front of me. She’s fine.

“Everything went black and when I came to…” Your eyes are far away now, and he wonders what you are seeing. “I was laying on a couch, in a house I had never been in before. Yet, it felt like…home,” You shook your head like you didn’t believe what you are saying. “The house, the furniture even the paint on the wall, was all something that I would pick out for myself.” You smile, lighting up your whole face. Aaron’s heart skips a beat. Your smile shouldn’t affect him that much.

“There were pictures hanging on the wall. Some were of my family. Sam, Dean and Cas. There was even the family portrait you showed me earlier.” She paused again her gaze on her hands. “There were others, but I didn’t pay attention to them. I didn’t recognize the people in them but then–,” a sigh escaped her lips before she wet them. Does she have to draw attention to her lips? He shakes his head to clear it. “I picture on the wall drew my attention. It was of me and a man that I had never seen before.” She finally brings her eyes up to meet his. “His arms are wrapped around me from behind, and we are both smiling.” The corner of her lips pulls up into a smile. He was entranced hanging on her every word, and he needed to know the ending because these feelings he has had since he laid eyes on her were about to be answered. He just knew it.

“I don’t think I have ever looked that happy.” a sigh escaped her lips. Aaron held his breath waiting for her next words. “I was in Heaven.” She said her eyes staying on Aaron’s, trying to convey more through eye contact then through words alone. As Aaron stared into the depths of her eyes trying to see behind the beauty of them and the pounding of his own heart, he realized what she was trying to convey.

I was in Heaven. That sentence alone wasn’t out of the ordinary. People proclaimed that things they enjoyed were like heaven all the time but with the silent conversation being had with their eyes and the words she had declared earlier with a strong conviction ringing in his head, he knew that she was being quite literal. He knew it in his bones that she was telling the truth no matter how much his mind wanted to fight the notion.

“You were in Heaven.” Aaron murmured clearly making a statement. Another sigh passed through her parted lips and her shoulders relaxed from her ridged posture. He believed her.

“Yes, and after some unfortunate events, an angel named Joshua brought Sam, Dean and I back to life.” Even though he wanted to ask so many questions the evidence of this was right in front of him. You. Alive and breathing. There was no logical way he could believe that you had been in heaven and not believe that an angel had brought you back to life.

“Eventually, I asked our friend, Castiel, who is also an angel, about the man in the picture. Who he was and why there was a picture of him and I together in heaven? He told me that the man was my soulmate and that eventually when we both die; we will be together in heaven.” She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “He asked me if I wanted to know who he was and I knew if he told me, I would search the ends of the Earth until I found him. I have always wanted to find someone to live my life with but with what I do, it’s hard to find someone who would understand that or who I would want to bring into that life. I knew that I couldn’t do that though. I couldn’t put someone that I knew I would end up loving in danger like that. I would never forgive myself if something happened to him because of what I do but the Winchester’s, Cas, they are my family. I couldn’t leave them either. So, I picked the family I already had, and I told Cas I didn’t want to know.”

Aaron’s heart was in his throat and he fought to keep his breathing under control. Soulmate?His chest tightened. First, he wondered who this man could be and why the thought of Y/N being with someone else made his heart ache in his chest. None of this made sense. What you spoke of couldn’t be true. Believing in Heaven was one thing but believing in soulmates? There was no logical explanation for it. Or maybe the thought of you being destined for someone else was too painful of a fate.

Your eyes had yet to leave Aaron’s face. He could feel your eyes on him even though he was looking down at his hands folded on the table, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings that he couldn’t get a hold of. It was just too much. Before he could get a hold of himself, you continued talking.

“I went on like that for years,” you said. “The man never fully leaving my thoughts. I almost broke and asked Cas more than once to tell me who he was, but somehow I refrained–,”

“Why are you telling me this?” Looking up he finally met her eyes. Aaron couldn’t hear another word of this supposed soulmate. It felt like a blade slicing at his chest, which he had firsthand experience, even though he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Maybe he had an idea that was pulling at him in his mind, but he ignored that train of thought.

“Because it’s you,” she whispered placing her hand on top of his. “You were the one in the picture. We are soulmates.”

Aaron just stared at her; his body ridged. Before Aaron could react to her a bright light flashed into the room. A crack had formed from the light, the outline glowing a dark gold. It pulsed with movement before a man appeared in the room through the glowing crack. The man was dressed in a trench coat and he eyed Aaron for a brief second before turning to you. You were already looking at him your eyes wide with shock.

Aaron sat frozen as the man grabbed you by the arm and pulled you across the room to the portal. Before you both disappeared, you turned, your eyes meeting Aaron’s one last time. Then you and the man were gone.

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A Simple Act of Kindness

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) was the kindest person Spencer had ever known. So when her life was being threatened, he was determined to find the person causing her pain.

Word Count: 3376 

Warnings: the soccer field incident, mentions of kidnapping and torture, mentions of stalking, typical criminal minds violence, swearing

“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.” -Mother Teresa

Las Vegas Public High School, 1993

Tears stung in the boy’s eyes. His glasses were broken on the ground. His lip hurt and his mouth tasted like blood. He was shaking, both from cold, and complete mortification. The entire student body was standing on the soccer field, laughing and jeering at him. 

“What the hell is wrong with all of you?” a voice said as a girl pushed through the crowd. She stood in front of the boy, blocking his body from the view of all the students. “What did he ever do to you?” 

Spencer knew who you are. Everyone knew you. You were hands-down one of the most popular, and most beautiful girls in school. You were the lead in every school play, you did more volunteer work than anyone in the school, you were one of the smartest kids in the senior class, you were on the tennis team, and you were dating the quarterback.

You looked at the guy laughing at the front of the crowd, your boyfriend, the quarterback. “And you! I can’t believe you, Josh!”

“(Y/N)-”

“No, I don’t care!” you yelled. “We’re done. We’re over. And the rest of you! Get out of here before I call Coach O’Mallory out here! You know I will!” The grumbling students dispersed. When the last one left, you turned to the young boy. “Oh, you must be so cold,” you said, untying his wrists from the goalpost. “Are you alright, Spencer?”

“You- you know my name?” he asked, pulling his clothes back on. 

“Of course I do. Everyone does.” You pulled your sweater off and dabbed the blood off his lip with the sleeve. “Oh, what did they do to your face?” you muttered more to yourself. You picked up Spencer’s glasses and taped the bridge back together with a bandaid. “Here. It’s not the best adhesive, but it works.”

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Loki - Please

Warnings: Torture (not graphic), angst

Word count: 2110

Other: You are Loki's wife of many centuries. Inspired by a picture I found on Pinterest.

"Please! Take me, not her! Please, I beg you! She won't survive!" Loki rammed his whole body to the wall with pure desperation as the guards hauled you away yet again. It was the third time this week, and it was really taking a toll on you as well as Loki. It killed him on the inside to hear your screams but not be able to help you. There was also another reason he prayed that they would stop. You were pregnant, and even if it didn't show yet, the blood loss and shock might cause a miscarriage.

Loki had tried everything to make the guards take him instead of you. He had tried insulting and bribery and threatening and pleading but none worked. Every time he asked why they did this, they gave the same answer.

"King's orders." The same man that he had once called father was now torturing his wife. Anger and desperation fought inside Loki, but he couldn't do anything, he could just listen to your screams and pleas.

After what felt like forever, Loki had dislocated his shoulder trying to break out, and you were brought back. The guards had to half carry you, you were so weak that you could barely stand. They shoved you inside the cell next to Loki's and left the dungeons after glancing at Loki, who was holding his bloody and wrung shoulder. You had sunken down next to the wall that was closest to Loki, and he hurried to you and sunk down to see you. Your cheeks were covered in tears but you were breathing steadily.

"My dearest?" Loki called you, and you lifted your head tiredly to look at him. As he met your gaze and noticed the shiver you did every time you had to move, his own tears got free. He placed his hand on the wall, and you placed yours opposite of his. This was the closest you got to a touch, as it seemed that Odin enjoyed torturing the two of you, locking you up next to each other but not being able to physically touch.

"Don't cry, love. We will get through this." You promised him in a quiet voice, and a shiver ran down Loki's back as he realized how weak it was.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise." He whispered to you.

"I don't care who I have to beg from, I will get you out." He promised and meant every word. He hoped that his brother would help him, even after the attack on New York.

At that moment, the doors opened and Thor walked in with a young healer woman and gestured quietly at your cell. Loki tensed but relaxed soon as he saw the woman signed to you and you answered weakly and then she started to tend to your wounds. The healer, Anastasia, had been born deaf but you had always fought for her right to get to act as a hearer and after years of persistent work from both her and you, she became one of the best ones, much to Odin's dismay.

"Brother," Thor spoke to Loki, who slowly moved his gaze from you to the taller man.

"We need to get her out of here." Thor's words caught Loki by surprise as he was ready to beg him to smuggle you out.

"Why would you help her? You are the one that brought her here, remember?" Loki was suspicious, and Thor's eyes got a sad twinge.

"Trust me, I would have never brought her here if I had known that this is the treatment she would receive. And I can't let my niece or nephew die." Loki's head shot up to see the gentle look in his brother's eyes.

"Yes, I know about her pregnancy. We have to get her out of here soon. Tomorrow night, be ready to run. Get as much rest as you can. I will assign so many guards to the north border so they don't have the resources to torture her again." Loki shivered at the casual tone Thor was using but didn't say anything.

- - - -

The whole day went by in a flash, and soon it was night and Thor sneaked down after giving the other prisoners some sleeping draught so they wouldn't be able to tell who did this. You were still weak from the weeks of malnourishment and torture, and you could barely stand up so Thor had to help you out of the cell. He opened Loki's who stepped forward and gently cupped your face. Even in your weakened state, you were just as beautiful as the day he had met you.

"My dearest." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't get words out as you were too happy to finally be with him again.

Your happiness was short lived as Loki gently pushed you back into Thor's chest after one last kiss and he kicked the wall to activate the door again.

"Loki! What are you doing?" Thor questioned, but Loki just shook his head and gestured to the door with a hasty wave.

"Take her and go. It will be easier for you to get out if it's just the two of you." Thor seemed to hesitate and you leaned into the wall that yet again separated the two of you.

"Love." You begged, but Loki took a step back even if he felt like his heart was torn into shreds.

"Go!" He commanded Thor, who gently picked you up and carried you away while you tried your best to get back to your husband, crying for Thor to let you go.

Thor sprinted across the city, hiding in the shadows of the palace and he carried you to the Bifrost. It was clear that Heimdall had been waiting for you, because as soon as the two of you arrived at the bridge, he and Thor exchanged a few, quick words before Heimdall sent you away. That was the moment you blacked out and Thor felt his heart jump as he hoped it was not too late for you or the baby.

The Avengers living in the tower were surprised, to say the least, as Thor turned up to their doorstep with an unconscious woman on his arms, almost frantic that she needed to be saved. He refused to answer any questions.

"I'll answer your questions after you have helped her." Was all he said until she was wheeled off on a gurney. Bruce had started to work on her with other doctors, and the other's were looking at Thor expectingly as he paced back and forth in the waiting room.

"Ah, yes. Answers. I think I promised those." Thor muttered and turned to the team.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, fearing that they would refuse to have you there as soon as they heard who you were. And yet, the first question was the one he feared the most and it came from Tony.

"Who is she, Thor?" Before answering, Thor took a deep breath and hoped that they would understand and listen to everything he had to say.

"She is Loki's wife. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that she was tortured multiple times a week and I just couldn't watch her or my brother to suffer any longer. And I could't let my nephew or niece to die." There was a silence that was broken by Steve.

"I think you did the right thing." This earned him a few glances that read that "are you out of your mind?!" but he ignored them. He turned to them.

"Even if the child is Loki's, the baby is still innocent and I believe she is too. We can't turn them away now. What kind of heroes would we be then?" The team shared a glance and that was all it took. No words needed. You would stay there.

- - - -

It had been almost a year since you had gotten back, and even if the scars on your body never disappeared, you healed and got your strength back relatively fast to give birth to a healthy baby girl. She had your eyes but Loki's black hair and magic. The whole team soon got over the fact that you were Loki's wife, and Clint often joked about how did Loki get so patient and kind wife and a well-behaved kid. Popetina (your daughter) did still have a little bit of mischief in her blood.

"What did you expect, she is Loki's daughter after all?" Natasha, who you had gotten close to and who had been named Popetina's godmother had asked Tony when he had found all of his suits colored bright green and gold.

You loved your new home and your daughter, but you still missed Loki. Every. Single. Day. Nat tried helping you to get your mind off of it and it worked for a while but he never truly left your mind. Thor was rarely there, so you didn't have any way of knowing if he was alright or even alive. Thor had, however, managed to smuggle the photo album to you, filled with pictures of you and Loki. Popetina (your daughter) could now tell Loki out of a picture and would scream "Dada! Dada!" every time his photo was in her line of sight.

One normal day, you were putting Popetina down on her nap in your room when there was a mysterious green smoke in the living room, followed by a flash of light. There stood the brothers, and Loki was struggling to support Thor, who had a huge bleeding gash on his side.

"Hello." Loki greeted with a tone that was meant to be casual but there was a clear nervous undertone. Steve and Bucky helped Thor to the medbay when the rest of the team stayed and leered at Loki, who stood clearly nervous and bothered in the middle. Natasha sneaked off, realizing that their old squabble could wait after you had met him. She knew how much it tore you apart.

You were expecting it to be your favorite food or something like that after Natasha had dragged you to the living room for a surprise. You would have guessed what it really was as you entered the room. Your hands flew to your mouth and an audible gasp left your lips as you saw him standing in the middle of the room. All heads turned to you, and as your eyes met, your first tear ran down your cheek. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to scream and yell at him for staying behind but you also wanted to sob into his neck as he held you tight. Loki decided for the both of you as he stepped to you with a few long strides and pulled you to his chest tightly. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, squeezing him tightly as you feared he might disappear any minute. Nat ushered everyone out so the two of you could be alone and you were thankful for that.

You lifted your head from his neck and studied his face and inhaled his scent. It was just as good as you remembered it to be and his eyes were just as green as they always were. Loki on the other hand just stared at you, not completely sure that if this was a dream. You were there and you were alright. He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer as he placed his lips gently on yours. The kiss was long and sweet, and you didn't want it to end as you feared he might disappear when it did. When the kiss ended and he was still there, you pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Come. There is someone I want you to meet." Loki's pulse quickened at your words, and he couldn't speak as he saw the little girl sleeping in her bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he wished he would stay there forever. The moment was perfect. He was sure nothing could top it until he heard the one word that turned his entire world upside down. And he didn't complain one bit as he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

These are old. Please don’t judge.

Marvel preference: Pets

Tony: Let's face it, Tony can barely take care of his own needs, let alone the ones of a pet. He's always busy, and Pepper has told him multiple times that NO, she will not take care of a dog in addition to Tony, the company and about a million other things she has to take care of. So Tony decided to build himself a mechanic dog, but due to Peter and Clint changing the plans as a joke, it turned out to be a bunny as Tony was half asleep as he built it.

Not to worry, Fluffy (yes, Peter named him), is a beloved mascot of the Avengers, and sort of a guard dog for the base. Because even if he looks like a lop-eared bunny and is the size of a loaf of bread, he carries a mean kick. And by a mean kick, I mean enough ammunition to change a fully equipped tank into a holey hunk of metal. And best yet, he is basically indestructible. Well, the Hulk could crush him but when his fist was about to go down on to do it, he froze and muttered "Hulk not hurt bunny." and went to destroy one of Tony's suits. But that's a story for another day. 

Steve: Steves pet is a gift from Tony, and it's a parrot called Captain (no, Tony did not name him, he came with the name but Tony thinks it is hilarious). He's not just any parrot but one that has lived in a bar for the beginning of its life and as a result, it curses like a pirate. A really bad mouthed pirate. Steve is very fond of his pet, as he could never even go close to birds before the serum because of well... asthma and allergies etc. Now he can, but sometimes he wishes his parrot had a cleaner mouth.

He's working on training it not to curse as much, but the training is not going very well. Mostly because Clint likes to sneak into Steves room and teach the parrot new (bad) words and encourage it to curse more. Steve is to yet to find out.

Bucky: Bucky has a dalmatian dog called Popcorn. She was firstly owned by an animal hoarder and didn't see the outside for the first two years of its life, so she's very hyper. Like jumps-up-the-walls -hyper. She has light brown patches on her skin, hence the name. (Also, it was inspired by the way she moves. Like a popped popcorn, totally unpredictable where it will go and fully charged with of energy)

The whole team takes part in making sure that she gets to let out her energy. In addition to the high-quality dog walker Tony hired, she trains on the stairs with Clint, does tricks with Peter, plays fetch with Thor, he also runs for hours with Bucky, Steve, and Nat in turns, who are the only ones with high enough stamina to keep up with her endless energy. (Sam claims that he does not like Popcorn, and therefore does not run with her, Bucky knows that it's bullcrap because he caught him watching Lassie with her the other week while curled up on the couch. He can't wait to rub it in Sam's face when the right moment comes.)

Thor: Thor does not have pets, but you do. A big Samoyed dog named Thor. 

Loki: Loki claims that he does not need or want pets because they are "pathetic mortal stuff". But everyone in the tower knows that he has a goldfish called Destroyer. Enough said.

Pietro: No pets. No animal can keep up with his speed. But he has always wanted to race a cheetah.

Bruce: Bruce has a lazy Persian cat called Matthew who lives at the lab. And I mean lazy, nothing will move him if he wants to sleep. Want your notes that are under him? Forget it. Need to use the microscope he happens to be laying in front of? Not gonna happen. Hulk making an appearance? He will not care. He will just open his eye a smidge to see what the hell is interrupting his sleep and go back to sleep.

Peter plays a game of "how many paper cups I can make a pyramid of on top of him before he moves and it collapses." At the moment, the record is one hundred and thirty-seven. Next time Peter's going for two hundred and he will bring a ladder. And Clint to help him with it.

Sam: He’s not a fan of animals. You own a leopard gecko, named Macy. She’s a bit of a old lady, being but she’s still lively and happy.

Stephen: No pets. You beg him nearly daily that you could get a dog, but so far, he's not giving in to your puppy dog eyes and constant begging. 

Clint: He found a completely white kitten with blue eyes from the shelter, and upon asking more about him, he learned that the kitten was deaf. To cut the long story short, he was home with Clint the next day. Even Nat isn't completely immune to Ghost's cuteness. Ghost and Popcorn (Bucky's dog) are best pals and Popcorn will go above and beyond to protect her little friend.

Peter P.: You own three hamsters named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Peter is super jealous, he has no pets as May is allergic but you always let him play with your pet trio. 

Peter Q.: Peter found a gray cat while he was cruizing space and thought it would be a perfect surprise for you. It was, and even more so when she ate a burglar that tried to force you out of the apartment. Upon asking the Avengers for help, Thor declared that it was a flerken. You still loved her with all your heart and refused to part with her, even if the others said she was dangerous. Her name is Hermione.

T'Challa: No pets.

Eddie/Venom: You cannot keep pets in the same apartment Venom is in, it is just impossible. So no pets. You tried a goldfish once, but it was gone the next morning, even after telling Venom not to eat it multiple times, so you decided to give up. 

Nat: She owns a completely black ferret, and the little critter carries the name Bullet. She’s feisty like her momma.

Wanda: Wanda has a black and white cat called Pippin. She's a Ragdoll and she is an absolute lovebug and loves to cuddle with everyone. She is almost constantly purring and she spends most of her days walking around the tower to see if anyone would pet her. If you are doing pushups you can be damn sure that she is sitting on your back, purring in a few minutes. No exceptions. Napping on the couch? Soon you have a purring roll next to your head. Or arm. Or leg. Wherever there is room.

A/n: I’m clearing my book list in Wattpad and an ancient volume of Marvel oneshots and found this and a couple of other works there, and I’m posting them here. But they will probably be my only Marvel ones I will write.

I will post a few probably today.

Oh my god this is literally the cutest thing EVER! ❤️❤️❤️

Ah, well, off he goes, I guess. Geralt’ s here too! Buy me a coffee!

He is the most adorable thing there is! ❤️❤️❤️

Just look at those eyes!

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GORGEOUS JASKIER IS

LOOK

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THIS

MAN

ABSOLUTELY NOT FAIR

WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS CUTE IN SHORT THIS IS ME

I will gladly SACRIFICE MYSELF TO MARRY HIM

And since it’s me a meme to finish this off

(I FUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH 😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU WIFEY THIS IS GREAT!!!)

My new favourite snippet! ❤️ Once a horse girl, always a horse girl, I guess 🙈❤️

Ivar knowing the reader loves horses so he makes sure to take his carriage by her home almost everyday to get her attention because she always wants to pet his horse

March Snippets Masterlist

The moment you hear a horse in the distance, your head turns over your shoulder and your eyes immediately search for the creature. You see the white stallion before you see the chariot it pulls and the man in it. Still, you giggle and bounce around towards the nearing horse. 

Ivar sees the smile on your face as he rides closer to you, making it appear that he intends to ride past, but pulls on the reins to stop his horse as you walk closer to him. 

“On your usual ride, my king?” you question, gently grabbing the reins and placing a hand on the horse’s face to stroke and calm him down. 

Ivar smirks and leans forward, resting his arms on the front of his chariot. “I needed some fresh air,” he says, making you laugh and you glance up at him. 

“You always say that,” you whisper, petting the white horse gently and making it snort in content and shake its mane. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re doing this on purpose just to get my attention,” you chuckle. 

He tries to keep a cool composure and hide that he’s been caught. He simply laughs with you and runs his tongue over his lips. “What do you say to joining me for a ride then?” he questions, holding out his hand to you. 

You glance up at him in shock. The king wants you to ride with him? It makes you blush. “I would love to,” you breathlessly say, walking around to him and taking his hand so he can help you up. 

But you don’t expect him to pull you close to him and keep an arm around your waist the entire time. 

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I felt like writing. So I did. The problem was that the clock was quite a lot, and I had stuff to so tomorrow, so I put an alarm so I wouldn’t get lost in writing for too long and could get to bed early enough. I start around 22.30.

First, I set the alarm at 00.00, midnight. I can read for a while after and then go back to bed.

00.00 - the alarm rings, I turn it off and add a second, 00.30. I’m in the middle of writing a oneshot. I will stop when I’m done with it.

00.30 - the alarm rings. I turn it off and set another one, 1.00. I finished the oneshot from earlier but inspiraation hit for another and here I am.

1.00 - alarm rings. I’m still in the middle of writing the oneshot. I’m in the zone. I set another alarm. 2.00. I wont read anything when I’m done, just head to bed right away after I finish. (Not a good idea)

2.00 - alarm rings. An angsty oneshot is coming. I cant stop, it will be ruined. A new alrm at 3.00.

3.00 - How the frick did I just write five and a half hours straight? My back is sore and eyes are watering. When I stand up my legs feel like they are made of wood.

Little one - Thranduil

Warnings: -  Word count: Requested: No.

This was originally posted in my Wattpad in two parts, that’s why there is a long time skip in the middle. I have never posted a oneshot here, I’m still learning to use Tumblr as it is, so please don’t hate me if there is something funky about this. English isn’t my first language, so there might be some issues. 

If you are interested in reading some of my other oneshots, I recommend checking my Wattpad account: TheSpottedCreature. I post there pretty regularly. I might transfer some of my other favorites here as well, but we’ll see. 

You sneaked around the kingdom, trying to be as quiet as possible. You wanted to see the dwarves that your brother had found in the woods, the ones you were forbidden from seeing. So naturally, you wanted to see them even more. You had never seen a dwarf before, your father wouldn't allow you to, and you were curious. Were they truly so short that ada told that they were? You sneaked down the stairs that you knew took you down to the dungeons, you knew that they whould be kept there. This was the perfect night to do this, everyone was up, enjoying themselves, it was the feast of starlight. You had thought it was boring so you sneaked down, knowing that there whould be no guards down tonight. You had tried this before but you couldn't sneak down without being seen, so you just had stayed higher up, listening to them talking in their gruff, and low voices. But now, you made your way down, making sure that your steps were silent. You were a little nervous, your father had warned you about them many times, not to go close them.

Meanwhile, Thorin was sulking in his cell, cursing the elves in his head. He heard the light patter of feet, the stone made them more audible, and he got up, thinking it was one of the guards yet again. "What do you want?" He bellowed and marched to the door, ramming his hands against it and making it rattle, only to see that the hallway was empty. He frowned and looked around, not seeing anyone. "What are you doing, Thorin?" Balin's voice came from a few cells from the left and Thorin could sware he could hear someone snickering. "It's nothing, I thought I heard something." He grumbled and sank back down, resting his head against the stone wall when he saw someone walking on the stone path. "Hey!" He yelled and the figure jumped into the air and disappeared behind a corner.

You were breathing heavily, having gotten spooked by the sudden yell. You were evening out your breath, a part of you wanting to run to your father or your brother, and let him comfort you, but most of you was too curious and you pushed the fear aside, peeking behind the corner yet again. There were so many of them, nearly all the cells were full. They were all at the gates, and they looked so ... funny. They were short, and all of them had some sort of beard. They were not fat, but they were a lot bulkier than you. You couldn't control your curiosity, you slowly inched closer. You were in the shadows, so none of them could see you, but you could see them clearly. Most of them looked quite scary, but some of them looked kind. You were so curious, your head full of questions. What did dwarf children do for fun? Was a beard itchy? Was it hard to fight when you were stocky? 

You just stood there, thinking about what you should do, when the same voice made you jump slightly but it didn't scare you away this time. You inched closer to the border between light and shadow, pondering what you would do. "I can see you standing there." The voice rang yet again, and you decided to step into the light, walking so you were in front of the cell. You stared at him, his hair was dark and the beard he had was short, and his face was a little stunned. You took a tiny step forward and tilted your head, not sure what to do next, your curiosity rising. You decided to see who was in the next cell, so you shifted to see what did that dwarf look like. He had a long white beard and nearly no hair at all. You looked from one to another, they looked so different, yet somehow similar. The latter smiled and leaned to the bars. "What are you doing here, little one?" His voice was gentle and you thought for a moment before you answered. "I wanted to see a dwarf. Ada wouldn't let me so I came on my own." You declared and looked around.

- - - -

The small elfling was talking with Balin, having moved on from Thorin, who kept a close eye on her. She was very young, and her hair was done half up and her eyes shone as she was watching Balin's every move. "What is your name?" The elfling didn't answer straight away but after a little while of pondering. "Y/N." She stated simply and shifted her feet. "What is yours?" She asked Balin, who answered her nearly instantly. "Balin." "That is a funny name." She giggled and Balin huffed. "I suppose." She shifted her weight to see who was at the next cell, only to be met with Dwalin's gruff voice. "What do you want, leave me alone." He banged the bars but the young elf didn't' even flinch, she just giggled and moved on, walking past a few cells before her steps halted.

"I like your hat." She was standing in front of Bofur's cell, then. "Why, thank you little one." His voice was gentle, he was good with kids. "Can I ask you a question?" She was still standing in front of Bofur's cell, who answered her, a little hesitantly, but for nothing, because the question she asked was quite sweet. "What do dwarf children do for fun?" She was staring at Bofur with bright eyes, clearly wanting to know the answer. "Well, they play with wooden toys and they play tag and hide and seek and other games." Bofur listed, and she huffed. "Huh. So the same things as I do." She shrugged and pressed herself to the wall, and suddenly pushing herself off of it and jumping over the gap between the two stone paths that ran in front of the paths of the cells, landing on the other side with the agility of an elf. She jumped up to the candle holder and swung back and forth on it for a while before letting go and landing with steady feet, not wobbling at all. She turned to the dwarf that was in the cell that she was now next to.

- - - -

This cell had a young-looking dwarf in it with light brown beard and hair. "Can you say something in dwarvish? I would like to hear some of it, ada always says it sounds funny." The dwarf stared at me for a moment but did indeed say a sentence in dwarvish. You giggled. "It sounds like you have a sore throat but you still want to speak." You tilted your head. "But I kind of like it. It's different, but not as horrible as ada described it as." "Who is this ada you talk about?" Another dwarf, this one with dark hair and the smallest of all the beards, was looking at you. He had warm, brown eyes that reminded you of your father's elk. "Ada is my father, it's just funny to call him father when there is a shorter and more convenient word to it." "Your father doesn't sound very pleasant," Thorin growled from his cell, and you turned to him. "No! He is the best. But he might get a little boring sometimes, he doesn't allow me to do many of things, such as..." "Visit the dungeons alone?" You froze at the sound of your father's voice but turned around to face him. "Hi, ada." You greeted him with a quiet voice, knowing that he would be angry. 

Thranduil stared at you for a moment and the dwarves were silent, observing the situation and settling with the thought that you were the daughter of the king, the king that they hated. You were looking at the ground, not wanting to look at his face, you couldn't see the disappointment in his eyes. Suddenly, you felt hands around you as Thranduil picked you up and hugged you to his chest tightly, taking long breaths. "Y/N, I was so worried, I was sure that a spider had eaten you." You buried your head to his chest, muttering out words as you clutched his robes in your hands. "I'm sorry ada, I just really wanted to see the dwarves."

"Ada, I searched everywhere, I don't understand where she..." Your brother had arrived, speaking with a nervous tone until he saw you. “Where did you find her?" Thranduil handed you to him, and you wrapped your hands around his neck as you clung to him now. "She was down here, talking with the dwarves," Thranduil answered, sounding a little bit displeased and you shrunk down into Legolas's chest. "Talking with the dwarves, why whould you do that Y/N?" He asked you and you lifted your head from his chest. "I was curious, you whould never let me go down there so I went alone. And the party was boring." Your father just huffed, and took you from Legolas, heading downstairs. "This elleth is going to get a bath and then go straight to bed." "Noooo!" You squealed and went totally limp in his arms and slipped off and ran back towards the cells. "Y/N." Your father's voice was calm, but it had a slightly sharp edge to it as he looked at you. "I am not in the mood for games." You smiled mischievously and shifted your weight from one leg to another. "That's too bad because I am." You stormed over to the path in front of the cells.  "Y/N, please. Let's go. I'll read you a story afterward." Your brother tried, slowly inching to his left. But your mind was set, and you weren't about to change it. "No." You stomped your leg to the ground.

The next thing you noticed was that your father was at the other end of the path, and your brother was at the other. "What to do now?" You pondered, and as they moved towards you, you allowed your shoulders to slump. "Let's go and end this foolishness." Your father approached you and you let your head to sink down. "Okay." But just as he was going to grab you, you jumped up as hard as you could and grabbed the edge of the path that was running above. You hoisted yourself up, and peeked over the edge, smiling yet again. "Did you really think that I would come that easily?" You didn't wait for the answer, you got up and ran off, giggling, leaving Thranduil and Legolas shaking their heads. They made their way up after you with small smiles on their faces.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

You are hiding in the wine cellars, you and Legolas are playing hide and seek and it was your turn to hide. Fifth time in a row. You were very good at persuading others to get what you wanted and you had your big brother wrapped around your finger. So here you were, hiding behind a shelf that held wine and you waited for your brother to find out. You had insisted on playing one more game, as it was bathtime and you didn't want to. He wasn't going to alter his mind, so you chose the second-best strategy. Stalling.

Soon, you heard steps coming down from the stairs and you pressed yourself deeper towards the wall but the steps were too heavy to be Legolas'. There were multiple of persons walking down, so you hunched over and listened to the sounds coming down, they were spoken in haste and in a low tone. "I can't believe it, we're in the cellars." "You were supposed to be leading us out, not further in." The speakers sounded angry and you peeled out of your hiding place, trying to see who was talking. "The dwarves!" They were here! How they did that, you had no idea, but they were here. You were pretty sure they weren't supposed to be, after all, even you weren't allowed to be down there, so you decided to ask.

"What are you doing here?" You stepped from behind the shelf and faced the dwarves. They jumped and turned around, but froze as they saw you. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Balin took a step closer, extending a hand to stop a bald dwarf from getting close to you. You didn't answer, you just tilted your head as you watched the dwarves. "We are... Thrand... Your father let us go." He spoke to you, sounding like he was in a hurry but he was trying to hide it. You frowned, the answer sounded like a lie. "Ada let you go? And told you to come ... here?" You asked, suspicious, and the dwarves nodded. "Yes," Balin told you, and you shook your head, knowing that he wasn't telling the truth. "He would never do that, only a few are allowed down here. Even I am not allowed to come here." You threw your hair behind your back and shifted your weight from one leg to another. "She made us, we have to do something or she will alert the whole kingdom." The bald dwarf spoke again in a whisper to the rest, and you took a step back as you realized that they might do something to you. 

You swallowed and took a step closer to the stairs, only there was someone in your way. "I can't let you go." The dwarf that was standing in front of you had a red beard, and his voice was low, almost threatening. You glanced at the two guards that were passed out on the table, but you knew that they couldn't help you. If you tried to wake them, the dwarves would notice and possibly hurt you. "What will we do with her? We can't let her go, she will alert everyone." The bald dwarf asked the one with silver streaks in his hear, the one your father had interrogated personally. He shook his head and glanced at you. "We could knock her out?" The bald one suggested, and you winced at his words and took a step back so you could try and hide behind the shelves.

Your bottom lip started quivering, and you tried to stop it, but you were so scared. You wanted away from here, now. "Be quiet, Dwalin, you are scaring her." The one with a hat hissed and glanced at you, looking worried. "Then what do you want me to do, Bofur? You come up with an idea then, one that doesn't hurt her precious mind." The bald one, that you knew now was named Dwalin, scoffed and walked away. You felt a tear roll down on your cheek, and you wiped it away as the one with a hat walked closer. 

You backed away until you back hit a wall, and another set of tears ran down your cheek as he stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Bofur spoke calmly, but you shivered lightly and pressed yourself tighter against the wall. "I'm going to speak to you from over here, is that okay?" You stared at him, trying to see if he was lying. Another figure approached, and as you winced, it lifted it's hands up in surrender. "I promise, no one will hurt you." He was beardless and shorter than the dwarves, and even in your terrified state, you were curious. What was he? And where had he come from? He must have noticed your expression as his face melted into a kind looking smile that helped you relax a little. "I'm Bilbo Baggins, I am a hobbit from the Shire." He nodded to you and you fiddled with the sleeves of your dress. "I-I didn't see you in the c-cells." You mumbled, and his smile faltered. "Oh, I wasn't in one. I snuck in." You tilted your head, now slightly impressed. "How did you do that?" He hesitated and glanced behind his back at the dwarves who were now climbing into the barrels. "I am a hobbit. We are light in our feet." He lifted his leg up for you to see, and you lifted your’s up, comparing your small one to his, much bigger one. Bilbo smiled lightly and you relaxed a little bit as it seemed they truly didn't want to hurt you.

You giggled lightly and placed your foot down while Dwalin made his way back to you and you squeaked and pressed your back against the wall, scared. "Bofur, Bilbo, we need to go now." They nodded and turned back to you while you lifted your gaze up and listened to the voices coming from upstairs, the guards have noticed that the dwarves are missing. "You should hurry, they know you are out of the cells and they going to be down here soon." You muttered to Bilbo and Bofur, knowing that your father would be quite angry at them if he found them here without permission. Unfortunately, Dwalin heard you too and came barreling in. "Are you threatening us?" He asked and slammed his hands at both sides of you, causing you to shriek and sink to the floor. "I-I j-just heard the g-guards upstairs, t-they realized that you a-are not i-in the c-cells." You squeaked, covering your head with your hands while tears made their way down your cheeks again. "Dwalin, stop it." You heard rustling and few thumps and angry muttering and the shadow looming over you disappeared and you lifted your head. Bofur was standing in front of you with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about him. We really need to leave. Promise me one thing. Do not move from there until we have gone, okay?" You just nodded, and huddled into a tiny ball, wanting this to be all over. The next sound you heard was the hatch being opened and scared yelps and thumps as the barrels dropped down. You lifted your head to see all the barrels and dwarves gone, only Bilbo was standing there. You stared at him, shivering and tears running down your cheeks, and he nodded to you, speaking softly. "Go." You didn't hesitate, you stormed up the stairs, away from the cellars.

You nearly collided into Tauriel as she was making her way down with a few guards. Before she could say or do anything, you slipped past them and ran towards the throne room. You threaded through the guards who were running in the other direction while yelling out orders. As you stormed in the throne room and saw that he wasn't there, you let out a cry and stormed away but you tripped, scraping your hands and knees in the progress. That did not make you feel any better, and you were crying twice as hard as you made it to the meeting room. You normally avoided it, knowing that ada got angry when you got in and interrupted, but you just wanted him now.

As you searched the hallway, the two guards blocked the door with their spears to keep you from entering but as you reached them and they saw your tear-streaked face and bloody hands, another one of them knocked on the door and pushed his head inside. Your father's annoyed voice sounded from inside. "This better be important." The guard glanced at you and answered him. “It is." He gestured you to get in, and you stormed past him into the small room. Your father was sitting at the end of a long table, all of the elves sitting across it were staring at you. This caused you to freeze and Thranduil sighed as he saw you enter. "Y/N, haven't I told you that I am not to be disturbed -." He stopped talking as he saw the condition you were in, your knees and hands scraped and tears running freely down your cheeks. "Y/N, my little lokte (blossom)! What happened to you?" He got up, knocking the chair down in the process and you stormed to him, tears streaming down your face. "Ada!" As soon as you reached him, he picked you up and pressed you to his chest tightly as you cried into his shirt, wetting it completely. "We will continue tomorrow." He spoke shortly to the elves around the table before turning away and making it to your room. He sat down on your bed and smoothed his hand over your back, trying to calm you as you cried your eyes out.

Your cries reduced into hiccups and you buried your head into his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. He still smoothed his hand on your back while holding you close to his chest with the other. He reached to your pillow to grab the stuffed moose you loved. He handed it to you and you hugged it tightly into your chest as you snuggled closer to Thranduil. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked gently, and you sniffed and looked up to his familiar icy-blue eyes. "I was playing hide and seek with Legolas." You sniffed again and hesitated to continue. You knew that you weren't supposed to be down at the cellars. "Keep going, darling, you will feel better when you are finished." He encouraged, and you pressed deeper into his chest, hoping that he would not get angry. "I hid down in the cellars because I didn't want to take a bath." He hummed lightly and ran his hand through your hair. "Then what?" His voice was gentle as he moved you lightly so he could see your face better. "The dwarves came down there." You felt him tense as he grabbed your hands gently and inspected them. "Did they do this to you?" His voice was shaking from the anger he was trying to hold in. "N-no, I tripped when I ran to find you." You whispered and he breathed out, calming down slightly. He smoothed his hands on the small wounds. They didn't bleed nearly at all but still his heart pained, it bothered him to see you hurt and so scared.

"Let's find a healer to get these cleaned up." He stood up, holding you tight, only to have you wail in his lap and try to squirm off. "No!" He frowned and sat back down as you squeezed his robe tightly. "Why not?" He smoothed his hand across your cheek and you sniffed as tears returned into your eyes. "It hurts." You whined, and he wiped the tear off your face and lifted your head so you were looking at him. "Only for a short while. The cuts will get much worse if we don't get them cleaned." He spoke gently and you nodded a little. “You are a big girl already, you can survive a little sting." He tickled your sides lightly, and you giggled and pressed onto him. "I can."

- - - -

After you had visited the healer, you had stopped by at the kitchens to see what they had to offer. You were now eating a piece of lembas with a thick layer of jam on it. Thranduil usually never allowed you to have jam, as it contained much sugar that caused you to jump into the walls and ceiling (literally) but today he had made an exception. "Feeling better?" He asked as he finished the report he had been writing and looked at you. You had calmed down and you were sitting on a bench, swinging your legs and looking out a window into the forest."Yes, ada." You chomped down the last piece of your bread and smiled at him as he sat down next to you and moved your hair off your face. You yawned and he pressed a small kiss on your temple. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, little one." He stood up so he could sweep you up into his arms but before he could do that, a knock sounded from the door.

Legolas stepped in and you squealed and ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and squeezed hard. He lifted you up and spun you in a circle, causing you to giggle wildly. Thranduil shot Legolas a warning look but he ignored it and threw you into the air, causing you to shriek in delight. He grabbed you and threw you again, and you giggled wildly as you returned to his arms. Thranduil clicked his tongue and both of you turned to him, you still giggling. "She was ready to bed before you got her all riled up again." He sounded slightly annoyed, but Legolas didn't flinch as he placed you down on the floor. "I thought she needed a little cheering up. I heard she had a rough day." Thranduil stared at him for a moment before he returned to his papers, stacking them up neatly. 

You yawned again and pulled Legolas's sleeve, making him turn to look down on you from your father. "Will you read me a story?" You preferred Legolas to read you a story. Not that your father was bad at it, but Legolas did all kinds of funny voices for the characters and you loved it. He shook his head and your shoulders slumped, and he ran his hand in your hair. "Sorry, Y/N. I have to go on extra patrol tonight." You nodded but still looked down, it had been a while since he had read you a story. "Don't worry Y/N, I will read you one." Thranduil looked up from his papers and you glanced at him, smiling before turning back to your brother. "I'll see you tomorrow, seler'. Good night." (sister) "Good night, toror'." (brother) You waved at him, and he left the room after nodding to Thranduil. You ran on the bench and grabbed your elk off of it, squeezing it tight into your chest. Next, you ran to your father and you tugged at his sleeve. "Let's go ada."

- - - -

"And then the elven prince rode his horse into the sunset and they lived happily ever after. The end." Thranduil finished, closing the book and placing it on the table next to your bed. You yawned and smiled at him before placing your elk on top of his head. You giggled as its legs hung off from the sides of his head. He lent down to kiss you on the forehead and your elk fell down from his head and he grabbed it and handed it to you. He blew the candles out as you squeezed the elk into your chest in addition to the other animals you already had; a fox, a wolf, and an owl. Tauriel had made them for you and you loved all of them, but the elk was by far your favorite. "Good night, little lokte." (blossom) He kissed your cheek one last time and you held the elk up for a kiss too. You looked at him with begging eyes and he kissed it as well, causing you to smile. as you snuggled it tightly into your chest. "Good night ada." You yawned and squeezed the elk tightly into your chest as you closed your eyes. Thranduil tiptoed to the door and closed it but couldn't fight the urge to peek in one last time. You were already sound asleep and Thranduil smiled as he pulled away from the door and closed it as quietly as he could.

Thank you so much for reading! And happy Valentine’s day!!

AMEN

This is all my sad period infested brain needed! ❤️

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