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moodymisty · 1 year

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hola, it's imarvelatthestars 😎 I was looking through your request rules and kink prompts bc. well. it's me. and hoooooo boy I just wanted to share some Thoughts that I was having about Wrecker.

I usually tend to think of Tech when I have a fantasy including toys, but the thought of Wreck trying some out on you? maybe it's something you've been wanting to try but you're not sure how to ask him for it, you don't wanna make him uncomfortable, but these desires tend to build up and lurk in your mind until they come out in dreams. you dream about him using a vibrator on you, edging you, making you come too many times to count, making you squirt, and when you finally wake up, you find that Wrecker's 😳 in bed next to you, unbearably turned on hearing you moan and whine in your sleep but he's too polite to touch you without asking. maybe you tell him to wake you up with his mouth or his hands next time if it gets him going so much. and maybe the next time you have that dream and Wrecker does decide to wake you up properly, maybe then you tell him about this new fantasy of yours. how you want him to try vibrators and dildos and oral simulators on you, you want him to overestimate you until you can't even function and then you want him to fuck you as rough or slow or frantic as he wants. and then he does.

just a Thought 😏

Author's note: Hola! ¿Que tal? I just gotta respect the fact that we are on the same wavelength when it comes to Wrecker like -chef's kiss-The kink prompts isn't a comprehensive list, i'm sure theirs plenty more I could add, but I'm glad it's helping people give me tasty ideas >:3 Tasty Wrecker ideas… I kinda took this idea and ran into the wilds with it, so I hope you still enjoy X’D If not feel free to hit me with a bonk and I’ll change it

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Sex toys (A vibrator), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Vaginal sex, Wet dreams,

Sitting down on Wrecker’s bunk you find yourself keeping busy by fiddling with the edge of your fingernail, before the toes of two boots come into view not far from your own feet.

“You look awful.”

You look up at Crosshair mouth agape, baffled by how out of complete nowhere his observation was.

“Uh, thanks?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the toothpick in his mouth resting against against the corner of his lips. The stubble on his face is more visible than usual; Making an audible noise as he rubs his jaw.

“Not like that. You look like you’ve been getting shit sleep.”

Oh, well that makes more sense. So he wasn’t being a completely incorrigible ass.

He’s not wrong; You’re always beside yourself when Wrecker is gone, and sometimes it’s more than a bit hard to get rest knowing that he’s in the line of fire. Especially when he can’t comm, and you have absolutely no clue what is happening out there in the unknown. It’s a situation that just breeds anxiety, and extension poor sleep. Even if he’s been back for a few days now, those weeks of strain still linger.

“Yeah, that’s a way to put it.”

There, was also another reason; But not one you’re going to mention to one of his brothers.

“Oh what, you still miss the big lug? He’s right over there, you know.”

He jerks his head in the direction of the cockpit, where Wrecker is indeed standing. Hunter had wanted to talk to him for a moment, leaving you alone in the back of the Marauder to stew in your own thoughts for awhile.

Crosshair was not too off the mark, but he wasn’t entirely right about the source of your sleep troubles either.

You’d made a bit of an, impulse buy, recently. During this most recent deployment.

It’s not much of a secret that it can get lonely, in more than a few ways, and so you’d decided to buy a nice vibrator to keep your more, carnal thoughts in check. It had worked for a time, but now with him back, you’ve been having the same problem, but a different root. You’re no longer missing him, with him back in your arms but your thoughts are still filthy, though now of him using the thing you’d bought to dull the pain of his absence.

You have absolutely no idea on how to approach the matter of your desire with him, and any time you think about doing so, your face grows so hot that the idea of speaking any words through your choked throat becomes impossible. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, but in doing so you’ve made him worry instead. He now thinks something is absolutely up with you, but you don’t want to speak about it. He’s been keeping a closer eye on you than usual, trying to figure out what’s been bothering you.

And speaking of the man of the hour…

Wrecker returns to you and comes partly in-between you and Crosshair, looking down in your direction.

"Hey, it’s getting pretty late; You gonna head back to your place or sleep here?”

You can quite clearly tell Wrecker doesn’t want you to leave, and while you think it’s adorable, he also seems to have a small layer of what almost seems like concern.

"I’m find with staying here, as long as no one minds."

Crosshair’s eyebrows raise when you look at him. He sleeps in the bunk above Wrecker; Always a fan of sleeping up high and out of the way. You’d called him a tooka once, when he’d mentioned considering sleeping on the storage racks away from the lot of you.

And so the sniper rolls his eyes, muttering something about you keeping them up all night as he climbs up into his own neck.

“Cross…” Hunter gives warning tone, having overhead the sniper’s quip.

“Stay as long as you like, sorry about the mess.” You can’t help but snort at Hunter apologizing about the mess, as if it isn’t the Marauder’s default state.

You take off your outer layers, trying to hold back a yawn as you slip into Wrecker’s bunk to settle down. Wrecker himself quickly slides in as well once you're good, effectively trapping you in. Since he's too big for you to both sleep on your backs, you sleep partly on top of him, and he gets a weight to put in his arms. It helps him sleep, in the same way Lula had before you.

Echo is the next one to slowly wander his way back to the bunks after you two, hopping in and laying back to relax. When Tech eventually comes back he’s dragging his project with him, hauling the mass of wires onto his bunk and then his stomach. Without a shadow of a doubt he’s going to fall asleep with it on his lap, but no one bothers to try and convince him not to.

And as time slowly ticks by one by one of them each fall asleep; Tech’s humming replaced with gentle snoring, and Echo’s foot tapping slowly fades off into nothing. Wrecker is asleep underneath you as well, so other than Hunter, you're now the only one awake. Hunter might even be asleep honestly, you have no way of seeing like you can the others. He’s probably dozed off with his boots resting on the control panel, now that Tech can’t yap at him for it.

You want nothing more than to sleep, but you keep tossing and turning in your little nook of space between the wall and Wrecker. But no matter how much you try and blank out your mind and let sleep take over, it’s still racing enough so that you still feel as wide awake as you did in the middle of the day.

They’re all so lucky. They all get to sleep, while that little vibrator still sticks in your mind, much to your annoyance; Floating around like a buzzing little bug that keeps dodging your attempts to swat it down.

You can't afford to be having these sorts of thoughts right now, not when you're less than three meters from four other people. You’ve made a decision to sleep, and you are going to follow through with that; No matter how much your body attempts to fight you.

That vibrator was meant for when you were all alone, missing Wrecker when it was the middle of the night and he’s lightyears away, but nothing excites you more than the idea of giving Wrecker the reins with it. He’s sweet; Wrecker never denies you a single thing you ask sweetly for, in a way that can have you unwound underneath him. You have no doubt he'd have you trembling and leaking all over yourself, begging him to stop and begging for more.

Oh come on, not now. shoo shoo.

You wiggle slightly to try and adjust into a more comfortable position; But the minute, the second you close your eyes and try to sleep, your mind instantly moves from counting tookas to seeing every scene lingering in the recesses of your mind play out against your eyelids.

It would make it far easier for him to tease you and yet still deny you what you really want, A way of preparing yourself for him while still yearning for the cock that’s weighing down your tongue and stretching your lips. You’ll never deny having eyes too big for your stomach when it comes to Wrecker, but the possibilities of setting him free with something like this knowing that he’s already so much for you to handle fills you with nervous excitement.

When you wake up the next morning you're not incredibly tired, but you can absolutely feel that you got less sleep that your body had needed. Again. You can still remember bites and pieces of what you assume was one of your dreams from during the night, and you end up having to take a quick trip to the refresher to clean yourself up. Your underwear were noticeably damp and stained, your wet dreams having physically effected you once again.

Some food should keep your mind busy, as Hunter had decided to grab the Batch some food that for once, wasn’t GAR regulated slop. You pitch in a few credits for your own portion, needing some food to fill your empty, almost nauseous stomach.

The sudden sound of metal on metal startles you nearly upright however, looking up from your food and seeing that Wrecker had kicked an ammo crate across the floor to skid to a stop in front of you.

"Wreck, what are you doing?"

He's holding his meal in his hands as he rounds the crate, standing between it and you.

"They're being boring up there. I wanted to sit with you." Plopping down on the crate, he cracks open the meal box and starts digging in, quickly surpassing what you've eaten in no time. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, until Wrecker decides to stop chowing down for a moment to speak up.

"You alright?"

Wrecker's sudden question has you confused, brow furrowing before you take another bite of your food.

"Yeah, why?" He's already finished most of his food, swallowing before speaking.

"Last couple nights you've been moving a lot in your sleep; Thought you were having nightmares." Needless to say, that was the exact opposite of your current problem. It's sweet of Wrecker to have noticed something was off though and ask you about it, however.

"Oh no, no it's not that. No nightmares. At least that I remember." Wrecker shrugs and takes another bite of his food.

"We all get em sometimes."

You'll keep his words in mind for later; But at least for the time being, nightmares are the least of your problem. You'd almost prefer they were at the moment, given they'd be far easier to explain that what is currently plaguing your mind. You’d hoped him being here would tame it, but instead you look at the muscles of his neck and your thoughts wander.

It continues throughout the entire day, swimming around in the back recesses of your mind no matter how hard you try to push it away. No matter how much you try and throw it out into the ocean, the current just keeps bringing those thoughts right back. It’s, distracting. More than a little bit so.

Normally when you finally manage to bring Wrecker back to your place you’re excited and reeling with so many things, but now you just feel tired, eager to make up on some sleep. The ride back is slow, feels slow, and the moment your door opens Wrecker is following behind you, noticing the way your body is lax and sluggish.

“Tired?” He jokes, watching the way you smile and nod.

“Yeah, haven’t got much good sleep the last couple of days.” Bless him, you can tell Wrecker is still a little incredulous on your denial that it’s nightmares, but he doesn’t press on it anymore tonight. The two both get into bed, Wrecker adamantly making sure you’re comfortable before finally letting himself relax.

With the soft weight of your own bed and your own blankets, Wrecker safe at your side you’re finally out like a light, the soft sounds of speeders and air taxis along with his soft breathing lulling you off.

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Wrecker slowly cracks his eyes open, feeling the dry sticky taste in his mouth from deep sleep. Nothing is making noise and no one's yelling for him, so at first he doesn't realize why he even woke up in the first place.

Until you jerk quite harshly in your sleep again, and Wrecker instantly realizes you were the cause.

Another nightmare? He thinks, watching the way your body fidgets, and your hand grips the black fabric of his bodyglove tighter.

He watches your face, sees it furrowing and relaxing with whatever is going on in your head. Your body moves again, though much more softly than the motions that he assumes had woken him up. You also mumble, lips barely moving as you utter:

"Wreck..."

Your words are barely noticeable, slurred by sleep and your brain only working from ingrained habits. A gentle sigh escapes your throat, muffled by his arm that you're clinging to. Just as your lips close he feels your hips brush forward, rubbing against his body.

This is not a nightmare.

Your hips jerk forward again, even rougher than the last time as you let out a soft little sigh from the bottom of your throat.

Definitely, not a nightmare.

Wrecker's body instantly goes ramrod straight, and suddenly his cock isn't very far behind. He feels it go right down his spine, cock almost jumping as your hips twitch forward. Your little hands are gripping at his bodyglove, pressing your body against him as you desire more of whatever he's doing to you in your dream. He knows it's him, you keep mumbling his name like a prayer slipped between the cutest little noises.

Now each time your body brushes against him he feels his cock throb, swallowing thickly the knot in his throat. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, as it surely seems to be pleasant, your face softening as you mumble incomprehensible words to his dream self.

This is torture. Every single round of resistance training the Kaminoans put him through now pale in comparison to this.

But he can wait; It'll be all of his allotted patience for the next few months, but he's not going to wake you up just because he has a hard-on. Especially since you had specifically said you needed to get some sleep. He’d feel so guilty to wake you up over something so, carnal. No matter how much he desperately wants to, or how badly he wants to just, touch you.

If he moves his leg a bit, he can maybe find some relief, trying to slowly move while you lay tight against him. The moment he attempts to do so he feels your body jerk fast enough that he quickly freezes, watching your head raise up away from his bicep.

When your eyes first open he thinks you're still asleep, until he notices you looking around the room searching for what had woken you up. Nothing around the room catches your interest, so when your eyes eventually look to him, you notice his looking your way. He’s never been one to wake up in the middle of the night, that you’ve even seen.

"Hey gorgeous,"

Your body perks up, brow furrowing though your eyes are still hooded and tired. It’s clear you’re still half sleeping, but slowly the fog is lifting.

"Wrecker? You're... Awake?"

How could he sleep? He had his girl clearly dreaming something absolutely filthy about him and nearly humping on his arm. He'd have himself declared brain dead if he didn't react.

“You were dreamin’ about something… Think you were moving around and it woke me up.” He can feel the way your hand against his chest is fidgeting, the illumination from the buildings outside giving you a soft, glowing backlight.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." Your eyes are darting all over his face, watching the way his eyelids seem hooded and the corners of his mouth are just barely crooked upward.

"You kept moaning my name."

Your body raises up. His eye is noticeably dilated, looking at you with that soft, confident smirk he gets when he knows what he's going to say will rile you up.

"Were you havin' a good time in that little head of yours?"

Good would be, more than an understatement. In your head you were almost sobbing because of how good he was making you feel. He had you a completely malleable mess, both physically and mentally under his body, leaking all over the toy in his hand and then his cock.

"Maybe I was..."

Your leg moves from where it's against his thigh, trying to cling to him closer. When you do, you brush against his cock and instantly feel that he's completely hard; Seeing him bite his cheek and hiss through his teeth.

Your embarrassment by getting caught red handed in the woes of a wet dream fade away by the realization that Wrecker was so turned on my it; But this whole time had been relegated to listening from the sidelines.

"If you’re this hard, you could've woke me up... I wouldn't have minded."

In one motion Wrecker moves from laying on his back to his side, before raising up on his left forearm. His right knee settles between your thighs, forcing them apart.

“I’d be happy to have your hands or mouth wake me up in the middle of the night.” He catches your sly glance, the not so subtle suggestion. He’ll keep your words in mind for another time; For now he has a more important thing in the front of his mind. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, his stubble rough against your skin.

"This the same dream you’ve been having? Making you roll around in your sleep?"

His hand is touching your side, feeling your body arch upward closer to him as he cradles just underneath your ribcage. His touch is gentle yes, but there is a distinct unyielding firmness to it. You’re not leaving his grip to go anywhere. "Yes, it was..." His hand moves over your stomach, sliding down past the band of your underwear. The instant his fingers touch your outer lips he feels the dampness of your underwear, fingers curling between your folds and instantly becoming so overwhelmingly slick.

"Kriff, you're so wet,"

His hand could cover your entire cunt if he wanted to, rubbing two of his fingers up and down your pussy to warm you up to his touch.

"What were you thinking about, pretty girl?"

Your moans are more so little sighs and pleas for more, hips pushing upwards towards him as your hands grip the sheets like a lifeline. Your pussy aches, empty. Begging for him to fill you.

"I- fuck, I decided to get something recently and... I kept dreaming about it..." Wrecker's fingers keep pressing against your clit, rubbing circles around the hood. His touch is so soft you know he’s absolutely teasing the answer out of you, watching you writhe underneath him. You’ve missed him so much, how you love to finally have him touching you again.

"Yeah? What was it?" He keeps touching you so much you can barely get out the words, muttering them between your breathes. Your voice stays a whisper; A habit from the Marauder.

"A vibrator; I missed you and… I wanted something while I waited for you to come back." One of his fingers pushes inside of you and you nearly cry out, pulling the sheets upward like you want to tear them apart. You’re almost so lost in the feeling that he has to bring you down to reality to his voice, his lips on your neck before pulling back.

“Sounds like there’s a bit more, gorgeous.” There is, it’s just a matter of getting the words out of your mouth as he slips a second finger inside of you, burying down to the base and rubbing them against the inside of your cunt.

"I kept thinking about you using it on me. While you fucked me."

If the mere thought has you dreaming about it and making you wet like this, enough to take over your mind, he'll make your dream come true.

"Where is it?" Your thighs are trembling, face feeling fire hot as your pussy leaks all over his hand.

"Left nightstand." It's resting at your side of the bed, and Wreck only has to pull his hand away from you and lean over to find it. He digs through for a moment and you can almost feel the way your head is beating against your chest. It’s the same beat that throbs in your cunt, body desperately awaiting him. When he finds it, your eyes trail his hand as it dwarfs the vibrator, almost looking like a pathetic little toy in his grip.

Before he puts in on you however he realizes he’s still clothed, and quickly moves to remedy the matter. He starts peeling away at his bodyglove as you watch him, seeing the way his muscles flex and squeeze as he does so.

His body his massive; Sometimes you forget how much so. He really could just destroy you if he wanted to.

The thought makes your grip the pillow your head is against tight enough to squeeze it down to it’s thinnest margin, before you let go and grasp the sides of your panties instead; Peeling off the underwear you’ve made a mess of tonight.

And once it’s off of him he throws it aside, down to somewhere out of view and thought.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” He sees your head nod even in the dim light of the room.

“Yes, yes please.” Wrecker wouldn’t consider himself cruel, but oh how he loves to hear you beg.

You can see how hard he is once he pulls away his bottoms, precum leaking down after some has already smudged across the head of his cock. He grips your thigh and pull your closer, enough so that he can rub himself against you and coat his cock in your wetness. You can’t help but look away for a moment, his eyes too intense to keep contact with for more than a few glances.

“I would’ve told you sooner, if this was how y- Oh gods-”

In your distracted speaking Wrecker suddenly turns on and presses the vibrator against your clit, jolting you out of your sentence as your hips instantly jerk upward. He’s gentle at first, testing your limits sliding it up and down your pussy before pressing it harder against you.

It’s not the most intense setting, but it’s already making your thighs shake and cunt throb, stomach tensed as you feel the vibrations go through you. You can feel him just barely teasing you, cock grinding against your and a few times pressing against your entrance before popping out, and continuing along your outer folds. Each time he does it makes you gasp, mouth agape as you feel like he’s just about to fuck you, but backs off.

He pulls the vibrator away from you for a moment, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times before just barely pressing against your entrance. He isn’t teasing this time, but he’s so, so slow.

“Relax, pretty girl; I’m not gonna fit if you don’t.”

You want to, more than anything, but your muscles are so tight that it requires a conscious effort. You feel just as the head of his cock pushes past your entrance, moaning as he stretches you to your limit.

Slowly slowly, he pushes himself down to the base, sinking his cock fully inside you. He’s gives you more than a moment to let your body relax, pressing the vibrator back against your clit and moaning at the way he feels your muscles instantly tighten around him.

“Kriff, that feel good?” Your legs tighten around his hips as he slowly pulls halfway out then thrusts back into you, hand gripping your hip to keep you close as your hips attempt to raise up higher.

“Yes, yes, I should’ve told your sooner-” You remember using this toy a few times when Wrecker was deployed, and you were more than a little lonely. It never felt this intense, your toes curling as he drives his cock deeper into you. Wrecker is the only common denominator that would explain it.

It’s bringing you so close to the edge it almost feels like the world is spinning, glancing downward to see his cock disappearing and reappearing as his hand holds your toy to your clit. When you suddenly cum around him it’s almost like seeing stars, biting your lip he fucks you through it.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, as if you want your nails to pierce the fabric and tear it to ribbons.

His hips hit the backs of your thighs, hard enough to fill the room with the lewd sounds of slapping skin and the wet sounds of your pussy around him, his harsh, ragged breaths and your desperate moans.

But it’s within moments that you already feel another one being pulled from you, gasping as your hands start to hurt from how hard they’re holding on. He pulls your vibrator away from you only for a moment to adjust his grip, as it’s so slick in his hands from how wet you are. The moment it touches you again, he feels the way your cunt clenches and your hips twitch upward.

You’re going to cum again you can feel it, he’s bringing you so close you can barely take it; Your stomach tight enough to snap. Each thrust of his hips, each press of that dastardly little toy against your clit, it’s wrapping your legs around him tighter, feeling like your absolutely going to burst.

“Oh gods, Fuck Wrecker I’m gonna-”

You cum again around him legs nearly thrashing around. Your hand claps over your mouth, a habit Wrecker hates but you feel forced to do. You didn’t want your screams to echo through the walls, gods forbid. Your body goes from so tight to limp, as he slows down to fuck you through it but barely so, as any rougher he’d fear hurting you.

"Kriff, gorgeous you’re-,"

Wrecker swears under his breath, his hips uneven and sloppy; He’s been so close for so long that he just needs this little bit to push him over, seeing your body almost limp underneath him. Your so slick against his cock, even his hips and thighs that he can tell you squirted all over him, making a complete mess. He couldn’t care in the slightest, he never would; Especially when you look almost ethereal laid out on your bed like this.

You can hear the moment he cums inside of you by the way his breath hitches, driving himself as deep inside of you as possible. His hips twitch, pulling back before just as quick driving himself back deeper inside of you, the hand gripping your thigh holding you tight enough that you might’ve feared it would bruise, had you cared. You care far more about the way you can feel his cum inside of you, almost already threatening to leak out.

You’re wet, he’s wet; Thighs trembling. It takes you at least a minute to come down from your high to realize, though once you do you can’t do much more than apologize.

"Oh g- Wrecker I'm so sorry," Your heart is still pounding in your chest, the muscles in your hips still twitching no matter how much you try to still them.

Wrecker doesn't seem to mind, and if anything he seems almost proud. If he thought you could handle it, he might’ve considered trying to get you to do it again. He slowly pulls out of you and watches your thighs twitch and tense, cum leaking from your abused pussy. When he notices your glassy stare and flushed face, his hand gently cups your face, feeling your warm skin on his own.

"You should get cleaned up before you pass out, gorgeous. I’ll fix this." You raise a hand. As much as you might want to move, the idea of doing so at this moment seems dangerous, at best.

"I just, need a minute." Wrecker leans over and pushes a small bit of hair away that's stuck to your forehead before pressing his lips against you.

When you do manage to get up, it's still wobbly legs, stumbling your way to the tiny refresher and cleaning yourself up enough that you can comfortably sleep. You doubt that you’ll have any problems doing that now, as you take one more glance in the mirror before turning away.

When you leave, It's a surprise to see Wrecker standing outside the door, before he suddenly picks you up off the ground. It pulls a little noise of surprise from you as you grasp his shoulders, as he carries you hooked with one arm under your thighs.

"Wrecker!? The bed is right there why are you carrying me!?"

He stops walking and stands, adjusting you in his grip.

"You're tired, and you don't let me carry you..." He gently plops you down on the bed.

"I don't let you in the Marauder, because last time you almost made me kick Hunter in the back of the head." Wrecker slides onto the bed with you and assumes a similar position to the one you were both in earlier, curled up against his side with his arm around you. Head resting against his bicep you feel his hand gently resting on your back, so warm and gentle.

You're so completely wore out you don't remember even falling asleep, only the look on Wrecker's face as he leans over you, breath on your face as he whispers:

"Wake up wake up, princess."

His face and body obscure almost all of your vision, though the warm light bleeding through the window and onto his body shows it is indeed morning. Instead of raising up you pull yourself against his chest, groaning as your hands attempt to hold him still. You’d never be able to, but he always attempts to play along for a bit.

"Mmm, a few more minutes?" He doesn’t as long this time, pushing your shoulder back just enough that your face is forced away from him, and he can see your puffy, sleepy face.

"Nah, Hunter’s already yelling at me to get back to the base." That's interesting enough to wake you up a bit, though just as you begin to lean up, his comm starts ringing presumably for the second or third time. Wrecker groans, loud, before scooping his comm link up off the blankets.

“I know I know!” Wrecker instantly starts out with, listening to Hunter on the other side.

“Hurry. We ship out in an hour.”

You watch the way Wrecker’s shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes, having to cover your mouth with a hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“Oh my way, I’ll be there when I’ll there.” Hunter sounds like he’s going to say something again, taking in a breath that’s just barely heard. But...

“Never thought I’d be glad to be off-planet," What is quite distinctly Crosshair’s voice says, picked up from the background.

"If I have to deal with those two necking nonstop any more, I’m going to stick my head out the airlock."

#finishing this fic had me like Frodo at the top of mount Doom #wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

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Frodo Baggins x Female!Hobbit!Reader: Girl

Summary: Frodo doesn’t really mean it about turning Merry and Pippins into toads, but there are times he wonders if that wouldn’t make things a little easier on everyone else.

Rating/Tags: All (Movie canon; during canon; Fellowship of the Ring; A Long-Expected Party; Pippin & Merry; Pippin & Merry & Frodo; Frodo & Gandalf; Sam/Rosie; quarreling; love confession; birthday party; the Shire)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Bilbo’s eleventy-first birthday party had been the talk of the whole Shire for almost the entire year that led up to it. Every hobbit in the town of Hobbiton—and many more from the outlying regions—was invited to the massive celebration. To the young Frodo Baggins wandering through the crowd, it seemed that each and every one of them had come. Plus some, he judged, as a line of his uncle’s well-wishers nearly crushed him in their eagerness to get to the buffet. He had seen nearly everyone he cared to, including Merry and Pippin and Rosie and Sam...save for the one person he had hoped to see most.

The weight in Frodo’s stomach grew heavier and heavier the longer his search for you went on. Could it be that you hadn’t come? Of all the hobbits to skip his coming of age party—and to add to that, he knew that it was his fault if you had! If only he had not said what he’d said just that very week. Then maybe, maybe—

“Frodo!”

He looked up to see Merry and Pippin waving at him from beside the band playing for the wide field of dancers between Frodo and his friends. Both grinned widely upon catching his eye. Unable to entirely hide his disappointment, Frodo morosely picked his careful way through the throng of party-goers to the pair. Neither of them stopped smiling.

“Why the long face, Frodo?” Merry asked.

“Are you still looking for [Name]?” added Pippin.

Frodo looked over his shoulder at the constantly-shifting dancers, half-expecting to see you there with some other neighborhood tween. He did not. Pippin’s grin widened as Frodo turned back to him and Merry.

“Never fear,” Pippin gave Frodo a hearty clap on the back, “for we have found your maiden fair.”

Frodo tried to protest this, but Merry overrode him: “A little bird told us precisely where you can find her.”

“Who was the little bird?” asked Frodo.

Merry shrugged carelessly and reached for a passing tray of ales. “Gandalf,” he answered, passing Pippin a drink of his own while the latter nodded sagely.

“You know, I rather think Gandalf suspects us of something, Merry.”

“I believe you are correct, Pippin. And that he believes sending us on this errand to help Frodo will keep us from any mischief.”

“A pity for Gandalf. Everyone has to be wrong from time to time, I suppose, even great wizards such as he.”

Both sniggered into their mugs. Frodo waited for them to get to the point. They didn’t. At last, unable to wait any longer, he said:

“Well? Where is she?”

Merry gave a slight start, as though he had forgotten that Frodo was even there. He pointed off towards the edge of the main tent.

“Her mother has her helping with the catering, or so [Name] claims.”

“So you’ve spoken to her?”

Pippin shook his head. “Threw a plate right at my nose when we tried. You’ll probably have better luck.”

“I doubt it,” Frodo murmured.

After gulping down the last of his ale, Merry made a shooing motion with his free hand. “Well, run along and find out, why don’t you? And if you see Gandalf along the way, tell him we passed along his message and were perfectly well-behaved for the duration of our conversation.”

Frodo knew that he ought to have been more concerned with his companions’ plans. If Gandalf desired to keep them occupied, it was probably for the best. A lot of planning had gone into this party. Merry and Pippin were more likely to ruin it with their particular brand of trouble than any of the other guests—and that included the horrible Sackville-Bagginses. On the other hand, Gandalf must have wanted Frodo to talk to you, if he’d gone out of his way to give him your whereabouts.

It hardly mattered. Before Frodo could breech the topic of whatever trouble the two were up to that evening, they had disappeared into the crowd. Oh, well. He hadn’t really wanted to tell them off anyway. His heart just wasn’t in it.

Relieved of this duty—though not without feeling some slight trepidation over what Merry and Pippin might have planned—he made his way in the direction indicated. This led him straight to a smaller tent set off from the rest of the festivities. Frodo joined the fast-moving line to the entrance and eventually came close enough to peek inside. A veritable hive of busy hobbits in uniform bustled endlessly before him.

None of them seemed to notice him slipping into the warm darkness after them. Everyone was far too busy with their assigned task. Here the party’s considerable amount of food was prepared, and none of the workers had time to rest. A constant stream of them carrying plates both empty and full moved in and out from the tent’s entrance flap. Heat from exertion and so many cooking fires pressed against Frodo’s skin until he was quite as pink in the face as those doing the baking. Of course, he found you at the very back, scowling over a steaming tub of water filled with dirty serving platters.

He was not surprised you were hiding among the cooks. Your mother was considered one of the top chefs in Hobbiton, and Bilbo had hired only the best for his eleventy-first birthday party. What did surprise Frodo was your expression. Rarely had he seen you appear so dour, and you hadn’t even spotted him yet.

“Pardon me, Mister Frodo,” said a man at Frodo’s back, “but if you wouldn’t mind scooting out of the way, I’d be much obliged. We’re rather in a hurry.”

Frodo hastily crossed the aisle in which he’d been lingering. The man’s additional, “and a very happy birthday to you, sir,” was lost on him, for at that very moment your eyes flashed upward to catch him in the act of spying. You dropped the platter in your hands, but being pinned in by the hobbits washing plates on either side of you, you could make no escape. One of the washers left, only for Frodo to step into the empty space.

You crossed your arms across your chest, and shot him a look eerily reminiscent of your mother. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my party,” Frodo answered, “as well as Bilbo’s.”

Apparently this was the wrong answer, because you threw him a dirty look and bent to snatch your dropped plate from the sudsy water. “Then go enjoy your party,” you snarled, attacking a stuck on bit of potato with more vigor than Frodo thought necessary.

He inched closer, the better to stay out of the way of those continually coming to deposit dinnerware in need of washing. “I can’t,” he said. “I don’t have anyone to talk to.”

Your mother had explicitly freed you from catering duty for the party. She had done it as a favor to Frodo, an early birthday present, she had said. Why, then, did you seem so insistent on doing what wasn’t your job for the evening? Without bothering to look at him, you dropped your tray back into the tub, then reached over the resulting splash for a new plate.

“I’m sure Merry and Pippin would be more than happy to talk with you,” you said coldly.

“I don’t think I want involved with whatever they’re up to.”

“Bilbo, then.”

“He’s busy playing host.”

“Gandalf.”

“How would he keep an eye on Merry and Pippin?”

You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, and lost your grip on the plate. “Why not Sam?”

Frodo shuffled his feet. You were nearing the subject of your fight, whether you realized or not. “He and Rosie are dancing.”

Nose wrinkled, you rummaged through the water in search of your platter. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Frodo. Those are all the boys I know, and your only friends. After all, you told me yourself we can’t be friends, because I’m a girl.”

His wide blue eyes closed in shame. Frodo had said that. He hadn’t meant it. The whole thing had been badly bungled, and now he didn’t know how to un-bungle it, or if you’d even give him the chance to try.

“I didn’t mean it like that, [Name].”

You did not answer this time. Having retrieved your wet things, you made a silent, angry beeline for a rack of clean towels to dry them with. He followed as quickly as he could, given how many hobbits were inside such an enclosed area. He wished he wasn’t having this fight so publicly—not that anyone really had the time to eavesdrop.

“[Name], I didn’t,” he insisted as he caught up to you. “You’re a girl.”

“Oh, very astute observation,” you said semi-hysterically. Now the pitch of your voice was drawing attention. “What would I do without you? I already figured out I was a girl because, in case you haven’t noticed, we're no longer friends!”

Frodo took a deep breath. Like mother like daughter—though he supposed you were still a tween, with your own coming of age several months away still. Either way, he was terrified of your rage, but this might be the last chance he got to explain himself. Bracing himself, he lightly looped one hand around your wrist. You fell into an enraged silence at once.

“You’re a girl and my friend,” he said, before you had the opportunity to recollect yourself. “When I said I didn’t have any friends that were girls…well, I meant that you’re something more.”

“What?” you said after a moment of struggle.

Encouraged by your not making to run off again, Frodo slipped his hand from your wrist to your palm. “I didn’t mean that we weren’t friends. I was trying to ask you to dance with me. I just didn’t phrase it right.”

A strange noise like a cross between a giggle and a squeak escaped you. You still had not forced him to release you. “You wanted to dance? With me?”

The odd tone of your voice gave Frodo some doubts. You were not normally the kind of person to repeat others either. He offered you a hesitant nod.

“I didn’t mean to make you think you mean less to me than Sam and the rest. You don’t. You mean more. But,” he added when you remained as stiff as a statue in front of him, “if you want to just stay friends, I understand. So long as we’re still friends.”

Seconds went by as you continued to gape at him. His heart sank, and he let go of your hand at last. Yes, he understood you wanting to remain friends, but that didn’t mean he wasn't disappointed by this turn of events. Bilbo’s occasional asides about broken hearts made sense now. Frodo mashed his lips together for a long moment before he gathered his wits about him to take his leave.

“You’re busy," he said awkwardly as he backed away. "Bilbo will be looking for me. We’ll talk some other—”

“Of course I’ll dance with you!”

Frodo had barely got two steps toward the crowded tent exit when you practically tackled him in a hug. Twisting in your grip, he looked around to see your scowl had transformed into an enormous smile.

“You will?” he said. Bewildered as he was, his heart felt ten pounds lighter even as you shuffled off him to allow him room to stand.

“Yes! I—I like you as more than a friend, too. I’d love to dance with you. If,” you looked suddenly shy, “if you still want to after I was so mean.”

“You weren’t mean. I said the wrong thing. I got nervous.”

You smiled again, a little less brightly this time. “So…still more than friends?”

“More than friends,” he said. “But can you leave? Will your mother let you?”

“Are you kidding? She’ll serve me next if she catches me hiding from you in here.”

Just like that, you both were hand in hand again. Frodo squeezed yours firmly in his own. “Let’s go. I think I can get the band to play—”

KABOOM!

Everyone in the tent yelped and froze. Plates trembled. Frightened hobbits dropped their plates. You threw Frodo a knowing look.

“Pippin and Merry?” you asked.

“Pippin and Merry,” Frodo said wearily. “Let’s go see what sort of trouble they got in this time.”

“Then we dance?”

“Then we dance.”

The two of you ducked out of the food tent and headed for where Gandalf and a cluster of half-drunk hobbits—all grumbling over the fright they had received—were gathered.

It was hard for Frodo to be too upset with Merry and Pippin after they’d help him get together with you. Gandalf had, too, however, so it could be that they were about to get what they deserved. It all depended on how much time this business took, and if Frodo at last got to have his long-awaited birthday dance.

On second thought, he hoped Gandalf turned them both into toads. It would be faster, Frodo thought, and after all, Gandalf could always turn them back...after you and Frodo had your dance.

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LORD OF THE RINGS MASTERLIST

I don't think the person who introduced Lord of the Rings to me understands how much I've fallen in love with the movies (and the books). In the span of two months, I have watched the entire trilogy four times, have finished the LOTR books, and still, I plan on reading the Silmarillion in the near future. So needless to say, it was natural that I got into the fanfiction side of the fandom and lo' and behold, I was shocked by how few fanfics there are for my favorites.

So anyway, here's my Lord of the Rings fanfics 🤍

(Most of them are Pippin, Faramir, and Aragorn just saying. Mostly Pippin.)

PIPPIN

"LITTLE LIFE" (fluff) - coming soon

"A BROKEN LITTLE HEART" (angst/fluff) - coming soon

"RUN, DARLING" (fluff) - coming soon

ARAGORN

"DEATH AND GUILTS" (angst/fluff) - coming soon

"ELESSAR" (fluff) - coming soon

FARAMIR

"ITS YOUR TURN" (fluff) - coming soon

"AND LO, THY BEAUTY" (fluff) - coming soon

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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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Perfect Accessory- Frodo x F!Elf! Reader

Requested by: @kazenomegaminowanpisu “Can I request something from frodo, like his reaction when his fem elf s/o put a flower on his ear” I hope you enjoy this!

You hummed to yourself as you entered your greenhouse, sitting your basket on the wooden stool you had at the entrance. Grabbing out your apron, you loosely tied it around your waist as you grabbed the gardening shears from its pocket.

Daily you would enter your greenhouse, checking for any ripe fruits and vegetables as well as cutting off fresh flowers for a daily bouquet to have in your home. The fresh flowers combined with the fresh baked breads Frodo would bring home had your heart feeling fuller than ever, so you did your best to make it a routine.

As you clipped your flowers, a collection of daffodils, buttercups, calendula, and baby’s breaths, you paused as you noticed a familiar foot.

Grinning, you peaked your head around your working bench, Frodo’s frame becoming more visible the further you looked.

The afternoon sun was warm against Frodo’s cheeks as he rested in your greenhouse, book to his chest as he laid against a sack of mulch. A peaceful expression adorned his face as he napped.

Unable to help yourself, you snipped another buttercup but left it with a shorter stem than the others. Moving back to the entrance, you laid your bouquet in your basket before turning back to your working bench.

Spinning the flower in your hand, you put your other hand over your mouth to stop any laughter from coming out.

Crouching down next to Frodo, you carefully brushed aside his dark curls, making his brow furrow. You paid it no mind as you put the flower over his ear and re-arranged his hair.

“What’re you doin’?” Frodo’s sleepy voice caught your attention, pulling your focus from ensuring his hair didn’t block the beautiful blooming flower to his baby blue eyes.

“Just giving my beloved a worthy accessory,” You grinned, watching as his face flushed and one hand removing its grip on his book to drift upwards to fondly stroke the petals of the flower now helping ‘accessorize’ his face.

Frodo’s face bloomed with a fond smile as he shook his head, his mind still a bit foggy as he worked to give you a verbal response.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as he sleepily nodded.

“The best accessory ever,” He murmured as he blinked a few more times to wake up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm….” Frodo rubbed the sleep out of his eye. “I think I’ll need one everyday now,” He couldn’t help but tease.

Fin.

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kierancaz · 2 years

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I want to do a Legolas x Witcher reader thing but idk if anyone would be interested

I’m tore between making it a series or headcanons but I’m leaning towards series bc that’s just more fun to me lol

But like I need to know if anyone would actually read it bc if I post it and no one likes it I will get sad bro

#it would be like a witcher/lotr crossover + reader insert thing #so like just imagine ur favs from the witcher dropped into lotr-verse and they’re all lowkey pissed bc you keep sherking your witcher duties #for ✨adventure✨#this idea as been consuming my brain since I put the witcher on as background noise while I started reading lotr #and also a little bit of map meshing because that’s fun #oh and the witcher monsters would be in there as well #anyway main story would be Legolas and reader falling in love over the course of both the hobbit and lotr. might give reader a dragon too #house of the dragon has also been vaguely present in my mind #lucky for you I don’t know anything about GoT or HotD so I can’t incoperate it in here #if I did go the series route it would be a VERY long series #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr #legolas #lotr legolas #bilbo baggins #lotr aragorn #frodo baggins #lotr boromir #samwise gamgee #gandalf the grey #thorin oakenshield #gimli son of gloin #legolas greenleaf #legolas x y/n #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas thranduilion #merry brandybuck #pippin took

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lotr-fanatic-1 · 1 year

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A Tale of Sacrifice

Prologue: A Dream

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 904

Synopsis: None

Author’s Note: This is an isekai based fan fiction following two main insert characters, one plays as the more prominent main character (Y/n) and another playing the lesser main role (Bf/n). The main plot will follow Peter Jackson’s rendition so there will be no Tom Bombadil, I apologize ahead of time. Furthermore, as of writing this I have only made it halfway through the Silmarillion so feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong, thanks! Finally, I will be adding more characterization to characters who have little screen time, so tell me if they end up being a bit too OOC. With that out of the way, this story is just for fun and practice, so please enjoy.

Finally, characters, settings and so on so forth are not my own (there will be some OCs later on) and belong to whoever has the rights to Tolkien’s source material. This includes Warner Brothers for Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit, The Tolkien Estate for the Silmarillion, and more for other works not by me.

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There was a distant tune hidden behind a cloak of darkness, something warm and bright fighting against a swarm of ice creeping into her bones. It echoed throughout the void in warning, a somewhat threatening tone behind the beautiful sounds.

Despite that, it never ceased its chants of hopes and dreams.

The choir sang louder and louder, a symphony of voices so heavenly she would have thought she was in paradise. But the cold pushed harder until it overpowered and engulfed her being in a deadly embrace.

No longer was there a song, nor a theme to keep the maiden's mind from wandering into nothingness. And in oblivion she stayed until time became a fleeting feeling.

Then in an instant, swift and welcoming, a light took her by the hand and dragged her from suffocation. Her eyes opened and she gasped, air rushed into her lungs like sweet sugar while sunshine pierced her irises. The helping hand disappeared, forcing the girl to scramble out of the unyielding darkness that begged for her return. But she wouldn't, darkness was not what she desired.

So the woman continued to fight and claw and thrash until the shadows retreated for another battle. Only then could she finally breathe again.

Lifting up her heavy head and staring far into the distance, a blurry scene of gold and silver stretched as far as her eyes could see. A sea of light and beauty untold gave her a new sense of finality. As if there was nowhere more perfect for her to be.

Her chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, adrenaline still high from fending off the darkness. So she rose to her full height and allowed the breeze to whisk her away towards the light of salvation. Truth be told, the woman did not think she was dead, just in a dream unlike any other.

The winds began to speak and ring like chimes on a back porch on a breezy summer's eve. The calming streams grew in volume, their methodical trickle setting a beat for the rustling of the many trees littering her path.

Her bare feet tickled against the crisp grass as she neared the beautiful lights in the distance. It all felt so real. Even when figures began to form against the glow seemed to be real despite their imperceivable forms. Their songs each rang differently, welcoming, warm, ethereal.

Struck with awe, the woman couldn't bring herself to speak when one of the figures turned towards her, staring straight through her being. Their heavenly eyes seemed lined with feathers, and atop their head a wisp of clouds that sunk past their feet like hair. The song that danced around them was delicate and light.

"Welcome (y/n)."

The figure's hair began to rise, it would have been threatening if the smile upon their- no- his face wasn't so gentle. And his voice, a smooth rumble akin to thunder.

"H-how do you know my name? Where... where am I?" Her voice seemed so small compared to these majestic giants, nothing but a quivering and groggy mess.

"I know many things, but not enough to answer all." His figure of light shifted, and the others followed his gaze to the glow far away. "You will find answers in time, the will of Eru is only so clear."

"Eru...." The woman furrowed her brow in contemplation, why was that name so familiar? It's origin on the tip of her tongue and when she looked back up to ask the name, everyone was gone.

The sky was no longer in a golden glow, but a sickly darkness consuming all that was. A hand rose from the contaminated earth covered in the blackest armor she had ever seen. It reached out for her and she could no longer move.

With closed eyes, the maiden awaited death.

But it never came, instead, a muffled voice reverberated through her head. It got louder and louder until she opened her eyes and escaped her corrupted dream. Blinding sunlight pierced her gaze with a vengeance.

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" The voice shook her in panic. "(Y/n), you need to wake up!"

Her eyes finally adjusted to the familiar face in front of her, eyes reflecting sparks of wonder stared into her own. "Wha-?" She began, wondering how her boyfriend was with her at this moment.

"Shh! Look around!" His panicked tone was replaced by excitement and a cheeky grin. "Do you know where we are?!"

The woman stared off into rolling hills of green grass, a little farther beyond rows of farms and endless fields with strong trees. Flowers decorated the little gardens in front of small circular doors on the sides of the hills. It was almost as if she was in the Shire.

She glanced over to the young man crouched beside her in the grass. He awaited her answer with a shifting posture and goofy grin, so with a weary smile she shook her head no.

The man's grin stretched farther across his face and his eyes. "The Shire from Lord of the Rings! Just look around, there's hobbits everywhere! And-and it feels so real, you're here too, it can't be a dream!"

The look in his eyes were of starlight, bright and always looking forwards. (Y/n) smiled despite the situation and the forgotten dream, she couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again.

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sotwk · 5 months

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About This Recommended Fics List:

All the Tolkien fanfics in this list meet the following qualifications:

Fandom: All-inclusive Tolkien (LotR, Hobbit, Silm, RoP) Type: One-shot Length: approx. 1,000-6,000 words Ship/Pairing: Any, including OCs and Reader Inserts Rating: G or PG-13 Content: No excessive angst, violence, or death. No unresolved stress. Happy endings only!

Disclaimer: I (@sotwk) have not personally screened all of these fics for their content. There may be triggers. Please read descriptions, take responsibility for your own media consumption, and observe the Golden Rule: Don't Like, Don't Read!

Link sources are either Tumblr or Ao3. Some Ao3 works are locked to registered users only.

This list of comfort fics is a collaboration and compiled through the recommendations of Readers. Thank you to everyone who contributed!

This remains a work in progress, and I will continue to accept recommendations. Please send them via DM, Ask, or Reblog. We need more, please!

Last updated: 1/23/2024

THE LORD OF THE RINGS

Aragorn

Hush Now by @entishramblings

Mirage @sileastral

Boromir

You’re the one who’s calling me to heaven by @cauliflowertree

A Shield Against the Snow by @scyllas-revenge

A Thief in the Night by @scyllas-revenge

The Floor Is Molasses by @scyllas-revenge

Anything But This by @minaturefics

Elrohir

Just a Little Longer by @theelvenhaven

Elrond

The Weft Between the World by Antarctica_or_bust

Eomer

Alive and Alight by @minaturefics

Fair Enough by @middleearthpixie

Wildest Dreams by @scyllas-revenge

Blue Moon by @epilogue-and-prologue/@absentmindeduniverse

Eowyn

An Idiot's Guide to Gift-Giving by @scyllas-revenge

Faramir

Wrong Conclusions by @minaturefics

Frodo

Arda University by @lady-of-imladris

Over Joy by PurpleProsaist

Gandalf

Days for which they sit and wait by BloodwingBlackbird

Gimli

Mahal's Gift by @lemonsprite

Haldir

Unfairness by @errruvande

Serenade by @glassgulls

Three Weeks on the Nimrodel by @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Legolas

Sending Memes by @ironmandeficiency

Elucidative by @shrubdaddy

Winter Forest by @wordbunch

The Cruel Nature of the World by @entishramblings

What Haunts Your Heart by @entishramblings

Lindir

Bottled Up by @heilith

Merry [Seeking recommendations!]

Pippin [Seeking recommendations!]

Samwise

Better Company by @wordbunch

Let Met Take You Dancing by RaisingCaiin

THE HOBBIT

Bilbo

Primary Sources by bunn (@cycas)

Why Hobbits Eat So much by Madkat89

Fili

Sweets by @blairsanne

Lost My Way by @lathalea

Kili

Sapphires by @lathalea

Catch Her by a_daydreaming_writer

Porridge by @fili-urzudel

Insecurities by @bookworm-with-coffee

Tauriel

Royal Jar Opener, Reporting for Duty by @unendingwanderlust

Heavenly Inferno by midearthwritings

The Pairing Ceremony by dumbassunderthemountain

You Are My Happy Place by SmartassUndertheMountain

Liantë by WritingsOfAHobbit

Thorin

In The Woods of Ered Luin by @enchantzz

A Long Lost Home by @babe-bombadil

Dead End by @fizzyxcustard

The Arrival by @lathalea

Strong by @lathalea

Thranduil

Nothing by @entishramblings

Goodnight by @heilith

Under A Starless Sky by My_Marvel_Musings and RinzlersGhost

THE SILMARILLION

Finrod

here, at the end of all things by Dalliansss

Glorfindel

Warmth by @on-a-hill-by-the-sea

Stay the Night by @theelvenhaven

Golden by molerein

THE RINGS OF POWER

Elrond

My shadows by @thesolarangel

Dating shy Elrond by @thesolarangel

Perfectly Proper by @wordbunch

Haladriel

Stay by @scriberated

Covered in Colours by myfavouritelunatic

It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do) by Helholden

Stay by @scriberated

Covered in Colours by myfavouritelunatic

It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do) by Helholden

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manichewitz · 4 months

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[ID: Screenshot of a tumblr post from @doubledecks with a quote from an unknown source, which reads:

"While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien's) where it doesn't belong, Brancher sees it differently: "I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien's text in order to do that. It wasn't that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be ... friendship-ized." Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they're looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have longstanding and complex relationships with each other. It's a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It's benefits with friendship." End ID]

does anybody know where this quote is from? i found it in my camera roll and i think its an absolutely brilliant way of looking at queer readings of sam/frodo as well as slash fiction in general. i think its from an essay or article or something and i want to read the whole thing. if anyone knows where its from pls lmk!

edit: it’s been found! it’s from “The Fanfiction Reader: Folk Tales for the Digital Age” by Francesca Coppa!

#lord of the rings #samfro #sam/frodo #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #slash fanfiction #queer reading #the lord of the rings #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fan studies #.txt #alex talks

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laneynoir · 11 months

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Mattress list!

...or something.

But no really! I'm organizing my fics!

Reminder that my requests are always open! No seriously, please give me the motivation juice.

I do write for more fandoms, just feel free to ask whatever you want via dm or ask box :D

I write ships, reader inserts, friendships... Any themes you want to ask for, I'm pretty open minded, but I cannot write incest.

All reader inserts are non-specified gender, unless stated otherwise :)

Legolas/reader

Change (and I do not mean dimes)

Not All Come Back

Shoot Your Shot

Hugs? Or No Hugs?

Aragorn, son of Arathorn- /reader

(to many names boy, to many.)

Which is more frightening? An assasination attempt, or a talk?

Èomer/reader

No Touches :/

Boromir / reader

Never did write a title for this guy

Thorin /reader

That one poly fic

Bilbo / reader

Still that one poly fic, but we're keepong it organized 😎

Other Ships

Kili/Tauriel Baby Problems

Sam/Frodo Smol Hobbits, What Can I Say

Not Romance Centered, and tbh Kinda Random.

Very, very short drabble. Oc's

Baby Leggy Learns the Bow @sotwk -verse

Mothers Day With Queen Maereth @sotwk -verse

#im just gonna tag this with the ships already on here ig #legolas x reader #aragorn x reader #eomer x reader #sam x frodo #kili x tauriel #kiliel #samfro #my fic #with my luck ive forgotten somthing but of wellllllll

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she-wolf09231982 · 1 year

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Chapter 4-The Day of The Fellowship

Summary: The Council of Elrond commences with you in attendance. As discussions become heated, you inaugurate yourself into The Fellowship.

Author Note: LegolasxFemale reader, Legolasx!Female Elf, Y/N, Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, Men, LOTR movie references, Inserted LOTR script, Sindarian language, Lord Elrond, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippen

Tags: @ameliabs-world @angelicsmilestff @abakar974 @michaelcerassweatband @maddi-sun18

I hope you enjoy this! Thanks for the love

*State Visits-Incoming and outgoing visitations of Foreign Monarchs to discuss concerns and ideas.

Sindarian to English translations:

* Ir are cin govanneth nin adar?- When are you meeting my father?

*nin bein mellon- my fair friend

*nin cóon-my prince

*nin mellons- my friends

*ward- a courtyard within the castle walls.

*keep- a fortified tower built within the walls and used as a last refuge in case of an attack.

*Havo dad-sit down

*Baw, nin -iel- No, my daughter

*Adar, im will ú- dorth- hi ir im tur- tulu a ar thel- -Father, I will not stay here when I can support a noble purpose.

*Legolas na- with nin- Legolas is with me

*nay- not

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The following morning upon yours and Legolas’ arrival to Rivendell, you found yourself once again meeting him at dawn in the rich and lavish gardens surrounding the kingdom. Just as you’ve always done during your state visits at Mirkwood.

“*Ir are cin govanneth nin adar?” You ask Legolas.

“This afternoon, *nin bein mellon.” He responded.

You look ahead as you walk, your arm hooked and resting on his as he escorts you on the scenic trail.

“You’re still troubled, Y/N.” Legolas observed as he glances over at you.

“I am.” You admit after an extended pause.

“We know not what this council holds yet, Y/N. No need to fret over something we know nothing of.” He responded trying to comfort you.

“The earth is trembling, *nin cóon. I know you feel it, as well. Middle Earth is in grave danger.” You say.

Legolas nodded in agreement.

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After breakfast, you stroll through a palisade that is overgrown in white and blue anemones. Suddenly ahead of you, there is a rustle in the shrubberies. At first, you’re alarmed, and slowly reach for your blade beneath your robes when suddenly two small beings tumble out quite abruptly, rolling to a halt on the gravel path in front of you. You are taken aback to see a pair of hobbits groaning from pain after colliding onto the ground.

You tilt your head to the side studying the silly little creatures as they attempt to stand brushing the dust and dirt off themselves.

“I told you those weren’t raspberry bushes, Pippen!” The one hobbit snickered.

“No, you specifically said they looked like they were, Merry.” Pippen retorted.

“Exactly, I never said that they were actual raspberry.” Merry clarified.

They continued to debate not noticing you approaching them.

You inserted yourself into their conversation.

“I can tell you where the raspberry bushes do grow, if you like?” You say to them.

They both jump back with a gasp, then grasped their chests with a sigh of relief when they see it’s you. Their eyes widened after they realize that you are Rivendell royalty, and each knelt to a knee bowing their heads to you.

You chuckle at them.

“Rise, *nin mellons. I don’t require such formalities.” You say as you walk over to them gently guiding them upward to their feet with your fingertips under their chins.

Pippen and Merry smile at you and exchanged bashful expressions.

“You are too kind, your highness.” Merry stated.

“Please, I am Y/N. Refer to me as such for you are friends to my family and I.” You asserted with an inviting smile.

Pippen and Merry smiled appreciatively at you. You continue.

“Now, let’s find those raspberry shrubs, shall we?” You suggest flashing the pair a mischievous grin.

The two hobbits looked excitedly at eachother and scurried to catch up with you as you proceeded ahead of them.

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The Council finally began to gather in one of the blossoming *wards just off Rivendell’s *keep. You had convinced your father that you should also be present, otherwise you would relentlessly pry him for details later. You were seated to the right of your father, while the other attending members of his council began to settle into their seats facing eachother in a circle surrounding a carved stone pedestal in the center.

You saw Legolas enter with his retinue of Elves from a stone archway. He casted a glance with a faint smile when he saw you. You beam at him but avert your attention to regain your composure realizing you just seen him a few hours ago and shouldn’t be so excited to see him.

You recognize Gandalf the Grey right away and beside him, another hobbit you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. A group of dwarves enter as well as Boromir from Gondor. Aragorn arrived last, seating himself quietly on the end.

Your father addressed the congregation,

“Strangers from distant lands, Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor.”

You notice Legolas perking up in his seat, leaning forward to hang on every word your father said.

Elrond continued,

“Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction…”

You start to fade into fog. Elrond’s words became mumbles to your ears as you sensed troubling times approaching with the news you just heard. You must have been distracted by your thoughts for quite a bit of time, for out of the corner of your eye, you see Boromir approaching the pedestal that displayed a gold Ring upon it. Your elvish hearing returning to you, you hear Boromir speaking.

“…Ilisldur’s Bane is found.” Boromir whispered as he reached towards the Ring.

Your father and Gandalf exchange concerned looks as Boromir’s fingers hover above the Ring.

You father leaps up, “Boromir!”

No sooner does Gandalf stand and begins to chant in the Black Speech. The Ring echoes the harsh words as thunder cracks and the sky suddenly darkens. The council look around them in fear and confusion as your father rubs his temples. Legolas closes his eyes waiting for the chaos to pass. Gandalf finishes his mantra, swaying in place from the heaviness of the words he spoke.

“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!” Elrond scolded Gandalf.

“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf began still trying to catch his breath, “for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is all together evil.” Gandalf warned, peering over towards Boromir.

Boromir continued to oppose the disposal of the Ring, suggesting using it as a weapon against their enemies.

“You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” Aragorn interjected.

Boromir approaches Aragorn arrogantly, words leaving his mouth that you fail to receive when you see Legolas stand,

“This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathron. You owe him your allegiance.” Legolas declared.

Aragorn raised a hand to Legolas gesturing him to calm down,

“*Havo dad, Legolas.” Aragorn responded in elvish to Legolas.

Boromir scoffed, looked back at Aragorn hissing a retort about Gondor not needing a king, then returned to his chair.

“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.” Gandalf confirmed.

“You have only one choice,” Elrond continued, “the Ring must be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” A dwarf growled as he grabbed his axe striking down upon the Ring.

He is repelled back, sending him to the ground. The ring remains unscathed, while his axe lays in shards around the pedestal.

You notice the hobbit next to Gandalf wince in pain suddenly. You tilt your head at him, while clairvoyantly reading his thoughts, you see the Eye of Sauron.

“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we possess here-“ Elrond began.

He continues to explain that the Ring must be unmade where it was created; it will need to be casted into the fires of Mount Doom.

“-One of you must do this.” Elrond stated.

You notice Legolas’ chest rise with pride. He was already prepared for the challenge. You beam at him, staring in awe and also in fear. He will leave here, and you will be held here against your will awaiting his return…if he did return. You’re taken back from your deep thoughts when you hear Boromir barking at the council.

“-And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10 thousand men you can do this. It is folly.” He scoffed again.

Legolas stood indignantly, “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” He projected.

You revert your attention to him as he stood, alarmed at the rising intensity in the air. Legolas continued.

“The Ring must be destroyed!” He stated again.

Gimli spoke up, “And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it?!” He mocked at Legolas.

Legolas gave Gimli a scathing glance.

“And if we fail? What then?!” Boromir argues.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!” Gimli spat.

Arguments erupted amongst the council members. Elves advanced on the dwarves, but Legolas extended his arms out to restrain them.

You stood as your father approached the mixed council quarreling and bickering over eachother. All you could do was stand there still, your eyes darting between each of them with your heart and mind racing trying to contemplate a way to de-escalate this muddle.

Your focus is suddenly pulled by a scorching heat towards the stand where the Ring rests. You look to see flames engulfing the surface of the Ring. You then hear an obscure; booming voice arise from the Ring.

“Ash Nazg Durbatuluk! Ash Nazg Gimatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!”

As these words hang in the air, the intensity of the arguments increases. You then notice the one hobbit from earlier stands and addresses the arguing council with a dawning look of determination across his face.

“I will take it!” He calls out to the council. They continue to argue, so he repeats,

“I will take it!!”

The fighting dies down. Gandalf closed his eyes as he heard this statement. All attention is redirected towards the young hobbit, as he continues.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though- I do not know the way.” He added.

Gandalf approaches him.

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.” Gandalf placed his hand reassuringly on Frodo’s shoulder.

Aragorn rose to his feet, “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.” He pledged as he kneels before the hobbit.

Legolas stepped up, “And you have my bow.” He stated.

A gruff voice arises from behind the group, “And my axe!” Gimli pushes through the circle joining Legolas on his left.

Gimli exchanged a begrudging look with Legolas.

Boromir approaches, “You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of one Council, then Gondor will see it done.” He joins the group.

A proud smile spreads across your face watching this act of unity blossoming before you. Your father is pleased as well.

Suddenly, another hobbit you didn’t know appears.

“Hey! Mister Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!” This hobbit known to be Sam, stood proud next to Frodo crossing his arms in protest.

“No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elrond chastised, looking somewhat displeased with the intrusion.

Not sooner after you father’s words did the two hobbits you met on your walk earlier emerge.

“Wait we’re coming too!” Pippen and Merry shout as they join the ever-growing group of volunteers.

Your father flashed a surprised irritated look, but softened his expression as he observed the assembly before him.

“Nine companions…So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!” He announced triumphantly.

You stepped forward, “Ten.” You stated boldly.

Legolas’ eyes flashed to you in apprehension. His eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Your father and the remaining members of the council direct their gazes upon you, all looking as puzzled as the next.

“*Baw, nin -iel.” Your father disputed.

You turn your attention to your father whose face now appears hardened and stern. You sense he’s alarmed and panicked by your declaration.

“*Adar, im will ú- dorth- hi ir im tur- tulu a ar thel-" You respond serenely walking towards him. He meets you halfway to speak directly to you.

“This journey is besieged with dangers and perils beyond your understanding, Y/N.” Elrond whispers to you firmly. His concerned sharp eyes glossing over with what looks to be tears.

You take your father’s hands in yours, squeezing them comfortingly as you speak.

“Father, it is time I serve our family, and our people for the greater good of Rivendell. I am very capable to complete this quest, and The Fellowship could benefit from having a woman accompany them.” You explain then continue.

“Besides,*Legolas na- with nin.” You added, while looking over at Legolas who is staring intensely at you.

Your father turned and observes Legolas with eyebrows furrowed giving him a once over. Elrond knows Legolas is an elf more than worthy of his youngest daughter. He also knows if he tries to keep you from accompanying The Fellowship, you will certainly go without his consent. Elrond sighed in defeat, then looked back to you lovingly with a slight grin.

“Legolas, come forth.” Elrond commanded loudly.

Legolas proceeded to you and your father, standing tall and proud, chest steadily heaving with anticipation. Elrond slowly faces him.

“Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, do you vow to keep my daughter, Y/N, princess and self-proclaimed protector of Rivendell at your side; *nay allowing her out of your grasp nor sight; seeing she is protected at all costs from harm’s way throughout this precarious journey with The Fellowship to its end?” Elrond announced for the entire council to hear.

Legolas places his right hand over his chest and bows to Elrond.

“I swear by the Greenleaf name and all that my heart possesses, I will see to it Y/N remains at my side for the duration of this quest until I return her to you, my Lord.” Legolas’ voice deep and honeyed as he dares to raise his eyes to yours without lifting his head, meeting your gaze devotedly.

Your heart soars as Legolas’ sky-blue irises pierce every inch of your soul, sending waves of warmth to your cheeks. You award Legolas a smile.

“So, it is ten.” Elrond continues. “Rise, Legolas, Guardian and Defender of Princess Y/N. May all the strength and vigor of Middle-Earth lead you to victory.”

Elrond then addressed the rest of The Fellowship.

“And to you all.” He added with an approving nod.

Each member of The Fellowship respectfully lowered their head to Lord Elrond.

Legolas claims his position at your side, placing his hand gently on the small of your back sending you into a whirlwind of sensations. Although his touch had you outright glowing, you stand tall, head held high, shoulders back and hands folded in front of you maintaining your royal disposition. You and Legolas were a magnificent vision standing side by side. Ready to face head on whatever underworldly challenges come your way…together.

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secretagentsociety · 1 year

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*SLAMS TABLE* FRODO BAGGINS IS BABY GIRL!

#Frodo baggins x reader #Frodo baggins #Reader insert #I will not be taking criticism on this #he is baby girl no one can say otherwise #Lotr x reader #Lotr #lord of the rings #frodo x reader

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Elven medicine

January Trope Roulette Challenge courtesy @fellowshipofthefics

Pairing: Legolas x Fem. Reader (Elf / third person POV)

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of pain and injuries | healing procedures

Summary: After being stabbed by a Morgul blade, Legolas is a brought to a healer for help.

Word count: 490

If you’d like a reader insert based on this challange, do follow the instructions given in the challange and send me a request. I will be doing two based on this challenge.

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

If you like this, please consider giving it a reblog. Scheduled posts, rules and spicy levels for reader inserts can be found on my pinned post.

He had never experienced anything like this.

He'd heard stories about what it was like to be stabbed by a Morgul blade from others, including his own father and Frodo. Hearing such tales, however, and experiencing them happen to him were two different things altogether. The slash that cut into his flesh stung, but the pain that came afterward... Legolas would choose an early death a thousand times if it meant never having to bear such pain again.

Legolas experienced other things too: being carried, worried voices talking to him, and trying to keep him focused and awake. He heard the sharp rip of his tunic being torn apart and barely felt a damp cloth gliding over his wounds and making him wince in pain. He forced his eyes open and looked around before settling his gaze on the elleth who was cleaning him up.

Y/n felt it, him staring. She didn't have time to stop or even talk. The broken tip of the blade had to be taken out, and he had to be healed. And she didn't have much time, for the change was coming upon him. She picked up an implement and said, "Hold him down. If he moves too much and flails, I could hurt him even more."

His legs were restrained, as were his arms and shoulders. "Forgive me for this," she said apologetically before clicking the tiny tong-like instrument she had in her hand and diving in.

If the pain was excruciating before, it was nigh unbearable now. Immobilized, his screams frozen on his tongue, Legolas could only watch helplessly as y/n carefully poked and prodded, searching and searching, before she stopped. She had found it, held on to it, and apologized a second time before carefully extracting the broken piece. When she pulled it free and held it under the light of a taper, she almost smiled. Almost.

She had completed the easy task. Now came the difficult part: healing the wound. Y/n carefully placed Athelas over the blackened cut and chanted, her voice growing softer, almost echoing, as if it came from another place. Legolas felt the pain slowly ebb away and sighed as warmth washed over him like a gentle wave. He could breathe easier. It no longer hurt to move. He could feel the wound slowly seal itself shut. Finally, when y/n's chanting reached a crescendo, the pain washed away for good. When he blinked his eyes and looked at her, it felt like she was cloaked in the light of the stars. It even looked like there were stars woven into her hair. Legolas swallowed. All his life he had seen the wonders of Elven healing being performed on others, and this was the first time he had experienced it for himself.

He then turned his attention to the one who healed him, wondering how he was going to repay her for saving his life.

#legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas imagine #LOTR #fotfics #january trope roulette

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wordbunch · 11 months

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hello :)! i recently read the request for college au fellowship of the ring version (that's insane but i love that idea, lol). maybe there can be a headcanon where frodo gets stressed while studying in college and reader does her best to comfort and reassure him 🥹🥹🥹. Ps: I can totally see gandalf as a grumpy professor in math or something. but that could just be me, lol!

Yes it's insane and I can't believe yall are into my stupid stupid ideas 😂😂😂 but im grateful 😆💛💛

This is gonna sound weird but i CANNOT write modern au reader inserts?? I rly don't know why it feels so wrong 😖😂 i can only do modern AUs of original existing characters?? Anyone else with this same problem? 😅

omg gandalf who is annoyed by all of them and their antics; but he secretly used to be just like that 👀 also he was roommates with saruman L m a o

#U got a cute idea but I'm insufficient :(((#Cute friends being cute #Lotr shitpost #Lotr headcanons

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omgsquee2001 · 1 year

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Guardian of Middle Earth: LOTR Various! x Reader

I amar prestar sen: han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae...a han noston ned wilith.

(The world is changed: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air...Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.)

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"The ring must go to Frodo."

"Who are you?"

"We know what hunts you."

"You can no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo. They're coming."

"Only you can activate your true powers, [Y/N]."

"I do not know if I want that power."

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//Here's a sneak peak at the new story I am going to be writing. It is a fem! Reader insert following the Lord of the Rings. The reader is a human who was granted powers by the Valor so that she might protect Middle-Earth. So far the love interests are as follows:

Aragorn

Legolas

Boromir

Frodo

And Faramir.

//If you would like me to add anyone or take anyone away, just let me know.//

#Lord of the rings #Aragorn x reader #Legolas x reader #boromir x reader #frodo x reader #faramir x reader

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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Hello I hope you're doing well! I saw your requests were open so here I am. I just got home from a 3 week trip and I think all the exhaustion just fell on me so I feel sick. Plus my parents are still on vacation so I am currently alone. Anyways I'm telling you all that to ask a comfort fic or headcannons with Frodo taking care of you in that circumstance (or just with the reader being sick in general)

Thank you in advance, love your work!

Hello! I am doing okay, not the best but I've been worse for sure! I'm so sorry that you fell sick, my body does that to me too when I'm too anxious or stressed. Its kind of like the body says: "well if you aren't going to take care of me then I'll make you."

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading!

Frodo hadn’t seen you all morning. Usually, he’d first see you on his way to the market. You’d just be leaving your hobbit hole yourself, basket on one arm, hat over your head to avoid the sun warming your skin too much, and a parchment paper in the other with a detailed list. How many tomatoes you needed, for each recipe, how many sprigs of thyme or rosemary, he knew by heart that on Tuesdays is when you seemed to run out of cream and on Friday is when you ran out of carrots.

But today, you never came out.

At first, he stumbled, shutting his mouth. You see, it was practically his nature now to say good morning to you and ask to join you in your adventure to the market, helping you get good deals whenever he knew that Farmer Bloomson was trying to pull one over on you by trying to get you to buy three tomatoes for a copper coin when just earlier he heard that your neighbor Mrs. Foust got six for a copper coin.

So, whenever he first approached, he nearly spoke to the wood of your house. Tilting his head, Frodo waited a few moments, reaching into his pocket to check his watch before pushing it back into his waistcoat.

You were late. You were never late.

Frodo sighed through his nose, looking at your gated garden one more time before disappearing down the path, checking over his shoulder every time he heard a door open, thinking you were to come down with your big hat and your basket like usual.

“No (Y/n) today?” Farmer Bloomson questioned, to which Frodo didn’t even reply with words; simply nodding in agreement as he bought a fresh fish and two lemons. It was Sunday, the day you’d run out of tomatoes.

Eyeing them, Frodo sighed through his nose and shook his head.

“Just these two, please,” He pointed out the lemons he wanted, the fish already wrapped and in his own basket.

Bloomson motioned for Frodo to hand him his basket, to which Frodo confusedly agreed, passing the wicker item to the older man who began to put much more than lemons in his basket. Tomatoes, potatoes, two long carrots, and two onions.

“They haven’t been here since Thursday morning,” Bloomson said almost as if he was speaking to himself. “And even then, they didn’t look so good,” Bloomson looked up to Frodo before handing him the basket.

“It would be nice for someone to check to make sure they’re okay,” Bloomson hinted as he only took one of the four copper pieces Frodo fished out to hand to him for all the produce.

Nodding, Frodo gave a polite smile as he adjusted the weight of the basket onto his hip.

“Have a great day, Farmer Bloomson,” Frodo waved, eager to go knock on your door to see what was wrong.

“You as well, Mr. Frodo.” His reply went unnoticed as Frodo bounded up the path.

As Frodo approached your door, he peeked through the window. No candles burning, no sight of you in your kitchen. No kettle on, nothing.

Carefully knocking, Frodo stepped back, waiting for you to come open the door.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four.

Fi-

Frodo only waited a solid four and a half seconds before he knocked again, slightly harder against the (f/c) painted wood. Concern washed over him as you didn’t answer his second knock, leaning his ear against the door. Instead of hearing feet shuffling like how he expected if one was approaching, he heard coughing.

Knowing where you kept an emergency copy of your key, he unlocked your door, entering the home and carefully clicking shut the door behind him. Fixing the lock back in place he put your emergency key on the entryway table before setting the basket on the floor.

“W-Who’s there?!” Your voice sounded panicked before you erupted into another coughing fit. You had choked on your water, the liquid going down the wrong pipe.

“It’s just me! Frodo!” He called out from the doorway, unsure if he should come closer.

What if you were indecent? That was all he could think of as he stood awkwardly before he heard the familiar sound of footsteps shuffling across the floor.

Emerging from the back room, you cleared your throat of the last bit of liquid. “What’re you doing here, Frodo?” You asked, making him look up.

You were beautiful, as always, but you looked so tired. Your eyes had bags beneath them and your skin was sickly, your breathing almost labored from just the short walk from your bed to the hallway.

“No one had seen you since Thursday,” Frodo explained, making you nod. “I was worried and recalled where you put your key-”

“I’m fine, Frodo, I apologize for making you wor-”

“Are you, though?” His voice halted your words, your body freezing as he combatted your urge to push away your struggles like they were nothing.

“You don’t seem fine,” Frodo tried again, more gentle than before as he approached.

“You seem exhausted, physically and mentally,” He wasn’t a fool, he saw how over the weeks you seemed less and less cheerful, plastering on a fake smile, and when you thought no one was looking it fell into almost a frown as your head swam with thoughts you didn’t want anyone else to know existed.

“I know it’s not my place,” Frodo looked towards the basket, “But I’d like to help you feel better if you’d let me?”

You could feel your eyes begin to sting with tears as Frodo acknowledged how exhausted you were, and how sickly you did feel from everything you were dealing with.

“I’d like that,” Your voice came out smaller than intended, but Frodo heard you nonetheless, giving you a grin.

“My Uncle Frodo taught me a great soup once, he said it healed the soul,” Frodo lightened the mood as he picked up the basket and began to enter your kitchen.

“You sit down and rest, it will be ready soon.”

Forever Tag:

Frodo: None currently

#frodo x reader #the lord of the rings imagines #lotr #fanfic #reader-insert #fluff #fanfiction #xreader #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #middle earth #tolkien

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