fallenpine

Again. It happened again. Little Ori. Getting tripped over again.  Though he still rushed over every time, apologizing for not watching, for getting in your way. You let out a laugh that was more rushed breath than sound, pushing up to your hands and knees. “Sorry Ori. Can’t believe I did that again.” “Oh, It’s alright! I was in you way!” “Ori.” You began, turning your head to give him a playful glare. His eyes widens with a whispered “You’re bleeding.” This was a new development. Having tripped over poor short Ori along the journey had never caused an injury. You dapped you

“Don’t even say anything” Poor Nori. Not only was he rooming with the only female - that the stupid master of Laketown didn’t realize was a woman - his hair was, well, just about everywhere. Showing up with the bundle of clothes the maids had passed to me, I had wandered off to find the poor dwarf and the room we were to share. The unfortunate noises had led me straight to where I need to heading. The brush was stuck. He pulled at it, as I went to drop off the clothes on one of the beds, making a sad little gasping, squeaking noise. I moved in, settling down for the long haul, and shoved his hands away to begin with

Mentions body bits. You are in a boy's body. Damn, I don’t remember falling asleep in a chair last night. In Charles’s office? A slow glance around showed that, while this was most definitely Charles's office, it was also his wheelchair and his hands and his…  lack of boobs? “Gods, this is weird.” The clock showed 7:30 and the intercom button seemed to be calling. It made a very satisfying buzz when clicked. So I clicked it a few times, enjoying the buzz then click it made. “Sorry,” I managed to finally giggle into the microphone.  Charles giggling. wasn’t that a first  “I’m he

The moment that Charles came out of his office after making the phone call, a quiet anticipation settled across the mansion. News of the soon to be visitor burned through the student body, teachers looking nervous when they thought no one was looking. Constant trips down to the infirmary. Kurt spent most free time praying for Rouge and help’s arrival. Bobby barely left the infirmary. Help arrived two days later, appearing leaned against the oak tree in the hill. Logan, Scott, and Kurt went to meet her. She watched them come, chucked her bag at Scott then headed straight for the house. Logan just let out a chuckle as Kurt teleported ont

“You’re sick!” “I’m fine.” came the stuffy reply. “(y/n)!” He was wringing his tail in his hands as he followed her down the hall. “Kurt Wagner. I am fine!” She struggled with the door knob for a moment, as it almost froze shut in her cold hands. The door popped open with a whine, revealing the frost streaked walls. “I’ll bring up some soup or….” He managed to catch the door before it was shut. “No, Kurt.” The door was forced shut with a glassy look and a scowl. “No Kurt, meinem linken Fuß.” The screech echoed down the hall

 Part Two of Poplar, Frodo x Reader Frodo was wonderfully surprised. He didn’t think he’d have anything but nightmares for the rest of his life after he and Sam had separated from the Fellowship. Yet here he was, once again, standing under the poplar tree and enjoying the smell of clean air and running water on the breeze. He stayed there, standing under waving leaves, and next to the unbroken bark. Her soft fingers started him, resting lightly on his shoulder.  He looked at her, finding her no different than when he last left her. She came to rest her head on his shoulder, warm breath brushing his neck as they stood. He c

Frodo didn’t really want to open his eyes. He knew he was dreaming. He knew what would be there in his nightmares. That was until he felt the grass under his open palms. Eyes flickering open, he found himself laying along side a dusty, thin path under the shade of a singular poplar tree. The grass was thick and uncut and the tree blooming. “Hello?” His voice cracked as he called out. “Good evening.” He shuffled at the sound of the voice, finding it’s owner leaning against the side of the tree. Her white dress whipped lightly in a soft breeze that blew Frodo’s curls back, held tightly from waist up,

“Didn’t I tell you Pippin? Do you ever listen?” Pippin just groaned and let his head fall back to his pillow. Merry tried to laugh at him but just hiccuped a few times. Though Merry really shouldn’t be laughing, seeing as he was laying, drunk, next to the fire with a bucket. Frodo and Sam were passed out, snuggling each other, in an armchair. If anyone else was remotely coherent, the would probably rib them. Pippin let out another groan, rubbing at his throat softly as his bout of heartburn acted up again. Sitting next to him, he immediately rolled over to bury his face into your side. “I really don’t eve

You had over heard it a few times. Others asking Bofur when he was going to braid your hair. It had taken you a bit to figure that braiding was some dwarven courting custom, and it disappointed you a bit that Bofur hadn’t taken the step to do so yet. Now, after a few weeks of waiting, you decided to ask him why. “Morning, Bofur! I, uh, brought you some eggs.” He rubbed his eyes, and stretched, an amazing feat, as his upper half was off the side of the bed that he was lying sideways in. He managed to shift himself onto his back, and more importantly onto his bed, by the time you had brought his breakfast over. He sat up, set

“Kurt!” Everyone’s favorite blue elf jumped, surprised that Logan had used his real name instead of just yelling ‘elf’. “Ja?” he half turned around to see Logan and Kitty in the doorway. “You just happen to forget were leaving elf?” “Oh! Sorry.”He stood awkwardly, beginning to follow Logan to the blackbird. Logan was growling, trying to rush them. “What’s with him? “Don’t know, but it’s hilarious.”Logan just growled again. “Why are we rushing, Logan?” Kitty called ahead. “You’d rush to, if you get to bring your dau

You groaned as you stumbled into your house. Your day was the absolute worst from the moment you woke up. Logan was already gone, you stubbed your toe going to the bathroom, you hit your elbow on the edge of the sink when you sneezed, and then you poked your eye twice doing your eye makeup. The morning didn't let up after all that either. You only had time for a quick breakfast and you ended up burning the toast, leaving you with no time to eat until lunch. Then traffic was terribly bad and made you almost an hour late, resulting in a lecture from your boss on punctuality. Then you got a paper cut and sanitized your hands before you put on

"Guys, I don't wanna sleep on the outside part! I'll get cold!" (Y/n) begged. Tonight was special for the X-men; she and the team had begged Charles to let them go camping. He was a little reluctant due to, er, past events, but he finally gave in. Everyone was really excited about it, even though where they were camped out was just in the woods about a mile away from the X-mansion. (If any ghosts were going to get them, at least the X-men'd be able to run back to the safety of the house, which they all agreed was pretty nice.) Kitty rolled her eyes. "I'm not sleeping against it! What if I roll out in my sleep?" She did have a point, (Y/n) th

The Partridge Family-I Think I Love You ~*~*~*~*~ I'm sleeping And right in the middle of a good dream like all at once I wake up From something that keeps knocking at my brain He was surrounded by women and boy was he happy about it. Peter grinned and wrapped an arm around the girl on his left. She giggled and leaned closer to him, but his eyes fell on a familiar figure. His eyes roamed up her body as he tried to remember where he had seen it before. A (f/c) dress clung to her curves in all of the right places. (h/c) hair tied in a loose braid rested on her left shoulder. Slowly the figure turned around… Peter jolted awake and sat

When Banshee lost his voice for a week, he was inconsolable. It was like he had no powers at all. He couldn't even laugh at your cheesy jokes. Once, You tried to cheer him up with hot soup, but it didn't help any. It only burned the already painful back of his throat. The second time you tried to make him feel better, you took him to the local aquarium. That was better than the soup, but your local aquarium didn't have much of a variety of fish. It was really just an overfilled tank with guppies and another tank with snails and bottom feeders. (Your "local aquarium" was the shady pet store.) Sean appreciated the gesture of course, but it onl

"What?" Scott stared down at Emma, genuinely confused. "Why would you even say something like that?" "I know you like her, Scott. Why else would I tell you?" Emma smirked up at him, her bright blue eyes twinkling.  Scott knew Emma liked him. He'd always known. Now that Jean was gone, she was surprisingly less.. clingy than usual. Maybe she was sympathetic about Jean and wanted him to be happy or something..or maybe she just wanted to scare (y/n) off. "Yeah..but that sounds..kind of like a personal thing. Not something you should run around telling people." Scott rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. The fact that (y/n) was a virgin was rat

Logan was feeling violent. Well, more so than usual. He needed a way to release his anger, without killing a student at the school. Suddenly you sprang into his mind. You often did. He wouldn’t say anything about it though. When you came to mind, so did your latest obsession that you had been showing him the previous day. He would listen to anything you had to say with complete interest, just because it was you talking. With this new found idea for stress relief, Logan stood up, left the room and made a brief visit to the kitchens before going to a training room. A few hours later, you were searching for Logan. You were going to show