Ooh can I please make a GOT request where the Reader works as a doctor/healer for the Dothraki and loves her work. Khal Drogo falls in love with her and makes excuses to go and see her. He finally gets the courage to ask her out when he sees another patient (or doctor or just another guy) hitting on her and gets jealous. Thank you so much sweetheart!!!
Pairing: Khal Drogo x ReaderFandom: GoT ; ASoIaFWarnings: make out session at the end, but no real steamy parts (how the fuck, right? lolol, I’ll write khal drogo smut soon, I just know it)
A/N: HEEEY BABE! omg thank you SO SO SO MUCH for this request! to be honest, I was a little scared at first, having never written khal drogo stories before, but I really love the character and tried my best to do him justice. also, I changed the “asking her out” part to just making out since I didn’t think Khal Drogo would ask anyone out haha. hope you still like it babe <33 (added Khal Drogo to my fandoms page)
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“Idon’t think you’re sick, Zhania,” you got up from the stool next tothe bed where Zhania was currently lying on. “I think you’re withchild.”
Vazzo,her husband, raised his head at that and started smiling, as didZhania.
The two of them had been trying for ages.
Yougrinned as well.
“Congratulations!You’re going to be parents!”
Vazzokissed your hand out of gratitude, then went over to Zhania. Youdecided to give the two of them a moment alone and went outside ofyour healer’s tent, just when Khal Drogo wanted to come in.
“Oh,forgive me. Can I help with something?” you smiled up at him.
Heglanced inside the tent and found Vazzo hugging Zhania tightly, ahand on her stomach.
The corner’s of his mouth relaxed a little and you swore you saw the slightest hint of a smile.
“Wouldyou follow me?”
Younodded and followed him to his tent without hesitation.
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Klaus Mikaelson X Reader
Word Count: 856
Requested: Anon
Request: hey! i’d like to request a klaus mikaelson x daughter imagine where she’s like 6 or something and when hope is born she feels like the family gives her more attention and she distances herself. then one day klaus asks her about it and she tells him about it and starts crying and klaus hugs her and tells her that he’ll always love her as much as hope. thank you!
Klaus hadn’t noticed it at first, he’d been to caught up in everything that was happening in New Orleans, now there would be two little girls that he’d have to provide for and protect but he loved you both. It just seemed like he loved her more. You had decided that it was best for you to stay away. At first, it was small things like coming out of your room later or just spending more time away from people, Elijah noticed it first and came to see you.
“(Y/N)?” Elijah asked knocking on your door. You were sitting at your desk you legs swinging because your feet didn’t touch the floor. “Hi, Uncle Elijah.” You waved smiling, he smiled back and walked into the room standing behind you as he watched you draw. “How are you today?” He asked. “I’m okay!” You answered forcing a smile. “Why don’t you come down?” He asked. “I will later!” You answered. “I want to finish my drawing first.” “Alright dear well let me know if you need anything.” Elijah smiled. “I will!” You answered.
A few days later Klaus and Hayley brought Hope home, you saw the way that they all looked at her, you heard the things that they said about her and you felt like you weren’t even there anymore. You stayed away most of the time locked away in your room, that is until you left altogether, you found yourself in the bayou, you found somewhere to stay in the bayou. You were only 6 but you knew how to survive out there, Klaus found you after some people had forced you to active the werewolf gene. Klaus took you in after finding you running around in wolf form. It only took a few hours for the wolves to realise that you had wandered into their territory upon hearing that it was a young girl Jackson decided to talk you himself. When he found you, you’d managed to make a small shelter and had your legs pulled up to your chest. “Hey there.” Jackson smiled gently as he crouched, you looked up at him. “Are you lost?” “No.” You answered and he frowned. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I’m just looking for somewhere to stay.” You mumbled. “Don’t you live it The Originals?” He asked. “I used to but now Klaus has a better daughter he doesn’t need me.” You mumbled. “Do you want to come back with us?” Jackson asked. “Who are you?” You asked and he smiled. “My names Jackson I’m the Alpha of the pack out here.” He answered and you nodded. “I’m (Y/N).” You answered. “You made this?” he asked and you nodded. “Cool, you want to come back?”
“Where is she!?” Klaus asked pacing the courtyard of the Abattoir, the place was quiet since he’d sent all of the vampires out the find you. “Klaus when was the last time that you spoke to her?” Elijah asked. “What does that have to do with anything?” He asked. “Maybe she left rather than being taken,” Elijah suggested. “What are you suggesting?” Klaus asked. “When was the last time that you spoke to her?” Elijah repeated, Klaus was about to answer when he got a call from Hayley saying that the wolves found you and you could come get you.
“So you like drawing and building?” Jackson asked you were sitting with him, he had you on his lap and you were playing with his fingers. “Yeah Klaus used to help me make things, I should show my room back home, there’s lots of stuff there.” You explained, neither of you noticed Hayley watching you, Klaus came up next to her and spotted you. “Have you spoken to her?” He asked. “She told Jackson that you don’t need her anymore,” Hayley answered. Hayley didn’t miss the hurt look that crossed his face before he covered it and looked over at you talking to Jackson, Jackson looked over at Klaus and then tapped your shoulder pointing over, Klaus saw the shocked looked that took over your face before Jackson walked you over. Klaus knelt down and picked you up nodding to Jackson in thanks before walking away with you. “What are you doing out here little one?” Klaus asked his voice softer than you expected. You shrugged opting for playing with his necklaces. “I heard that you don’t think I need you.” “Hmm.” You hummed continuing to play with his necklace. “Your wrong… You know.” He said, you finally looked at him, he glanced down and smiled. “You know why?” You shook your head. “I love you just as much as I love Hope, you make me happy. Now, why would I want to get rid of you?” Klaus asked squeezing you. When you got back to the quarter Klaus took you to get something to eat before taking you home, it was late when you got back and you had fallen asleep but instead of taking you to your room, Klaus took you to his took off your shoes and his before laying down with you and falling asleep cradling you to his side.
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And this, young padawan, is one of the rare moments we see Milo Manheim shirtless
summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there.
warnings: a few mentions of abuse
requested: noooooo - but they’re open!
One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist.
You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am.
You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical.
You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible.
You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another.
You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old.
“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.
A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you."
"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”
“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes.
You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.
The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ.
"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead.
And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank.
Summary: Gabriel is reunited with his soulmate the reader after 8 years of supposedly being dead. How will her brothers Dean and Sam react?
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel x Reader (Platonic), Ketch x Reader.
Setting: Men of Letters Bunker.
Request: Sprouted from my mind.
Warnings: Some Violence, Couple curse words, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of heartbreak, kidnapping? Other than that fluff with a reunited couple.
Note: Takes place during episode 13x17 and 13x18. ‘The Thing’ and ‘Bring ‘em Back Alive.’
This is my interpretation of what the reader would go through if she was the boys younger sister (Sams Twin) and was soulmates with Gabriel. Let me know what you think!
NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE.
Author: Heather
Requests are open!
Word Count: 3754!!!
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