#lotr x yn

[mlmxreader]

Warm Hands | Legolas x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Legolas

81 “It’s been a long time” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Legolas finally comes home, but he finds you in a slightly... desperate situation.

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, praise kink

↳ @thesnowurzikdjinn

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You were cold as you laid in bed, shivering and shaking beneath the thick fur blankets that seemed suddenly too thin; a slight breeze rolled through, although the windows and doors were closed tightly. It was dark out, the early hours of the morning starting to gently crawl through as the seconds trickled down like thick honey.

Slowly, slowly.

It was a shame, really, as you weren't used to sleeping alone; usually, Legolas was beside you, cuddled into you with his head either on your chest or his face pressed against the side or back of your neck.

He always felt so warm, and you suddenly hated the fact that you often told him to go away during the summer months when it was too hot for him to hold you; you should never have taken him for granted. You knew that, now.

You turned onto your side, rubbing your legs together and quickly running your hands up and down your biceps in a small hope that you could gain some, even just a little bit, of warmth. Missing Legolas and his soft, warm hands so terribly.

Promising to never take him for granted again.

You didn't even notice when the door opened, hardly able to hear it over the harsh creaking of the old bed frame beneath you; you never heard his footsteps, he was always so quiet, but the sight of his light hair and his soft smile in the darkness made you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You dared to leave the bed, attaching yourself to his body tightly as you nearly wept.

"Oh, I missed you!"

Legolas grinned, putting an arm around you as he felt your hand graze his own. "You're cold... why don't you use the blanket my father made for you?"

You shrugged, not really sure how to explain that you always felt bad for using it; it was a beautiful, soft and plush blanket that was always, always so warm and so snug.

You didn't want to ruin it, didn't want to wash off the smell of stardust or, even worse, infect it with your scent. You always felt terrible for using it, you just could never find the words to explain it properly to Legolas.

"I want your warmth," you whispered, taking his hands in yours as you smiled. "It's been so long, and I missed you so much, and..."

He didn't hesitate, kissing you softly as he cupped your cheeks with both hands, guiding you to the bed and laying you down; kissing you so gently and so softly as his warm, skilled hands worked to undress you.

Once the pile of clothes on the floor formed, Legolas smiled, running his hands up and down your body as he admired it so carefully; looking at each and every inch with adoration.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped you, feeling his warm hands everywhere and the slight burning sensation that each little gentle caress left behind against your cold skin.

You squirmed beneath him, taking his wrist and gently guiding him down, but he paused just above your waist, tilting his head to the side as he hummed.

"I thought you only wanted my warmth."

You frowned a little, aching and needy all at once. "Legolas, don't be a fool, please... I want you, need you."

He withdrew, kneeling between your calves as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before diving back in for another kiss; easily, he coaxed you onto your stomach.

Pausing for a moment to admire the shape of your ass; he let his hand rest on your cheek, leaning over you, his voice harsh and low. Mere huffs of air mixed with a few odd sounds.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," you breathed out, rolling your hips. "Please."

Legolas was gone by the time you turned around, only to return with some water based liquid; he groaned softly as he slipped two fingers in your ass to work the liquid against your tight walls, preparing you for him all too easily.

He tried to be quick, trying to satisfy your demands for him to hurry up and fuck you, but he needed to be thorough. Stretching your ass with his fingers and praising you gently, the warmth from his body radiating onto your back.

You begged one final time, and Legolas knew he couldn't wait any longer; lining himself up as he used his big warm hands to spread your cheeks, slowly pressing his tip into your ass before gently thrusting into you.

Buried at the hilt as he stilled for a moment, leaning over you with his hands either side of your head; he wanted to give you a moment, allow you to adjust to how thick he was and the slight burn of his light pubic hair against your bare skin.

But you were impatient, bucking your hips and already trying to fuck yourself on his cock as you pleaded softly, begging for him to move. Legolas could never deny such a lovely request, groaning softly as he snapped his hips, biting down on the side of your neck.

"I missed you so much," he murmured against the sensitive skin, his voice sending vibrations through you. "I thought about you every day."

You groaned softly, trying to match his harsh pace as you begged quietly for him to hold your hands, trying not to grin when his fingers laced and entwined with yours. "I need you so bad, love... I can't... unf... can't sleep when you're not here..."

He smiled, slowing down a little so that he could kiss the side of your face, grinning when you turned your head and kissed him softly. "I couldn't sleep, either. I spent too long putting up with your snoring, silence is... eerie."

"It's been a long time," you whimpered, able to feel him hit the exact right spot in your ass to make you gawk and moan, shudder and writhe, beneath him. "Legolas..."

"I'm here, love," he murmured, peppering the side of your neck in small, soft kisses. "I'm here. I've got you."

Nobody loved you the way that Legolas did, if you were honest. He made you laugh, made you squirm and writhe, but he made you smile and he made you actually feel wanted; whenever you were with him, you never felt unsafe or unsure about anything.

He made you feel confident, encouraged you whenever he was around. You could never believe that you were so lucky as to be able to love someone like him, let alone have that love returned. You could still remember the sigh of relief from Aragorn and Gimli when you announced that you and Legolas were moving in together.

You adored him, almost as much as he adored you. But with his long light hair tickling your skin, and the harsh and quick pace of his cock pounding into your tight, warm asshole - you knew you weren't going to last long.

He was hitting all the right spots, and the soft praises and encouragements that left his mouth had you clawing at the bed, desperate and needy as a little bit of drool slipped from your mouth.

You couldn't help it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tilted it back slightly, fucking yourself on his cock as your thighs trembled, toes curling as you moaned his name loudly; Legolas wasn't far behind, pressing his face to your neck as he softly grunted out your name, rutting his cum into your asshole as he gave your hands a firm squeeze.

"I've got you," he whispered softly. "I've got you."

You nodded against him, rolling your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "I'm feeling so much warmer now."

Legolas laughed, shaking his head fondly as he kissed your cheek. "I'm glad, my love."

#mlem writes #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #legolas fanfiction #legolas fic #legolas fluff #legolas smut #legolas drabble #legolas #lotr x reader #lotr x you #lotr x y/n #lotr x yn #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr fic #lotr imagine #lotr #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x you #lord of the rings x y/n #lord of the rings x yn #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfic #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings

[literainey]

(Fem reader) legolas being clingy after spending the day away from reader. i want to see my doe eyes elf being pouty and acting like a touch starved bby please 🥺

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ pairing: legolas x fem!reader

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ word count: 0.5k

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ synopsis: a day spent away from you has left the prince in need of your touch now more than ever ( fluff, established relationship )

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ notes: omg omg i loved writing clingy legolas sm ty for the req !

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 ´ˎ˗

One could have mistaken the woodland prince’s footfalls for a dwarf as they grew heavy upon entering his shared chambers with his beloved. 

Rarely did the prince commit the careless act of allowing dirt to track the halls of the kingdom, yet his boots caked with remnants of the forest floor follow him as the door closes behind him. A sigh holding a handful of burdens departs from his lips at the sight of an empty room. His eyes glaze over the neatly made bed, staring at the smoothed covers as though they are taunting him. Moonlight leaks through an exposed window, and he frowns among the darkness that has overtaken the room. Whoever prompted the notion of elves slipping through the passage of time was sorely mistaken it seems, as it now feels to him that it has been an eternity since he last bid you farewell (which was this morning, soft kisses pressing onto your cheeks as you slept soundly). The possibility that the weight of your absence could evoke such a hold on him was something he failed to consider when he began courting you—and now the once tireless and perhaps even invincible prince finds himself in a poor state without the loving nature your touch provides as he transforms from a deadly warrior into a wounded bunny. 

“Meleth nîn?” [ 'my love' ] His voice is quieter than his usual velvety tone, and his arms feel so empty without you tightly wound within their hold.

“In here!” You call from the bathing chambers, swiftly tying a robe over your waist before his steps follow your voice as though he's been coaxed by a spell. He smiles, relief in his eyes, shoulders relaxing as he greets the scent of woodland herbs that permeates within the bathing room. Strong arms pull you into an embrace and you are taken aback by his towering frame for a moment, shuffling slightly as he leans against you. His hand cradles the back of your head and he sighs, inhaling the scent of you while you bite back a laugh. “Hello,” you greet him softly and your head lifts to meet his gaze. His lips press onto your temple in a wordless reply and you sense that he is in extra need of your attention. "Long day?" You smile and his kiss trails to your lips. 

"Lay with me."  He says, and suddenly you are nestled next to him under warm covers with his face cocooned into your neck. His boots lay discarded at the foot of the bed, bracers tossed next to the fireplace that crackles lightly. Your hand works gently to undo his braids, delicate fingers running through his light tendrils. You are certain that he will clear both of your schedules tomorrow, and you are even more certain that you will not be able to leave his side for at least another day. And you have no objections, smiling as his hand finds yours and your fingers interlock with his. 

#‧ ִ ۫ ༄ ˳ ⟡ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 : #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x yn #legolas x you #tolkien x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader

[victoria-writes]

Elvish For Dummies

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Set after the events of LoTR. You live with Legolas in Mirkwood and he teaches you Elvish. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1039

Notes: Established relationship, reader is human, tried to make the sindarin elvish as accurate as possible so apologies for any mistakes, I’m multilingual so I based this off of my own experience with learning languages 

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

Despite the fellowship having disbanded, each day with Legolas seemed like another adventure. During your perilous journey together, the two of you had grown closer than either of you thought possible. The mere thought of being apart from you pulled at his heartstrings. He could not bear the thought of being separated from his new love. After the one ring was destroyed, the elf invited you to come with him to Mirkwood. Hastily, you agreed, for you too could not wait to start a new life with the elven prince. 

Since reaching Mirkwood, many seasons have passed and you two grow closer by the day. Under his guidance, your archery skills and ability to speak Elvish have improved. He took it upon himself to privately tutor you in the tongue of his people. Legolas still giggles when you fumble certain words on your tongue, but is quick to apologize, never wanting to discourage you. He says you have made remarkable progress and that you possess great linguistic potential. Whether that is true or he is exaggerating with sugar coated words, you cannot tell but it feels good to hear his encouragement either way. 

Most of your days together included walks through the woods and riding horseback, but today was a gloomy rainy day. A day that, Legolas decided, would be a wonderful excuse to help you get back to your studies. It’s not that you did not enjoy Elvish. Oh no! You quite liked hearing him whisper loving words to you as he held your gaze. 

“Meleth nîn, Im tur feel cín emel dring dan sab - My love, I can feel your heartbeat against mine”, he would say as he held you in his arms, his breath dancing upon your skin with each syllable. 

Saying you enjoyed that would be the understatement of the century. Everything in Sindarin sounded like poetry. Even the most mundane sentences were said with purpose and flowered language. Unfortunately for you, that also meant the most basic phrases you had to learn weren’t your typical ones. Instead of “I went to the store”, you had to say “I depart to look for food - Im gwann- na thír an aes”. It seems that most Elvish children learn how to say things like “I can feel it in the earth - Im tur- feel ha in i coe” before they learn “please” and “thank you”. No wonder they all sound prophetic when they speak common. Creepy oracle sounding sentence structure as your first language combined with being thousands of years old will do that. 

“Meleth nîn, you’re drifting off. Shall we return to our lesson or is a break needed?”, Legolas' words break you out of your trance. You look up from your desk, covered in notes, to see him towering above you, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. 

“Apologies, I was merely pondering the linguistic differences between Sindarin and Quenya Elvish”, you quickly come up with the excuse to hide the fact that you were simply not paying attention. 

“Is that so?”, 

“Yes, yes, the distinction between Elvish languages is very interesting to me”.

“This is the third time this lesson you’ve been distracted by those differences”.

“Ah, well…”, you trail off, caught red-handed. 

“Y/N, I will not force you to learn Sindarin if you do not wish it”.

“No, no, no, I want to learn. I promise. It’s all just new to me and takes a moment to sink in. Please, repeat what you said. I’m paying attention”.

Legolas smiles but does not repeat himself. Instead, he moves on to an exercise he is sure will get your attention. 

“We shall review what I have taught you thus far.” 

…

“ Very good, Y/N. Now how would you say ‘the stars shine white’?”

“ I elena mír thilivern” 

“The grass is green?”

“I thár na- calen”        

“Very good pronunciation. You have done well. I believe it is time to learn some new vocabulary”.

You take out a new sheet of paper from your stack, ready to write. 

“You need not write for this portion. Repeat after me.” 

“Okay”. You put your quill down. 

“Meleth nîn.”

“Meleth nîn. I know what that means already. You say it all the time”.

“And what does it mean?”

“My love”, your lips turn upward in a shy smile.  

“Very good. Let us move on then”, he smiles brightly, as if pleasantly surprised despite knowingly fully well that you knew its meaning. 

“I’m ready. Hit me.” 

He suddenly sits down next to you and takes your hands into his own.

“Im mel cin”  

“Im mel cin”  

“Do you know its meaning?”   

“No, should I? I’m sorry.”, your eyes widen as you try to recall whether he had said it before in a previous lesson. 

Legolas throws his head back with laughter. This may be the hardest you’ve ever seen him laugh before… and it’s at you. Great. 

“Apologies. Apologies.”, he manages to get out between giggles, “The look on your face was priceless.” Your face sours at this and Legolas manages to resist a second burst of laughter from it. He thinks you equal parts hilarious and adorable. 

“You would not have known this phrase as I have never spoken it to you before. I do think it is high time for you to learn it”.

“Okay, so what does it mean?”, you scrunch your eyebrows together, ego still a little hurt from being laughed at. 

His grip on your hands tighten but his touch stays gentle as ever. He has always been gentle with you. His gaze holds the same softness. No, even deeper.  The blue of his eyes seem more vibrant and invite you in to look deeper within him. His eyes tell of a love that can never be truly explained in any language. Legolas has always had a staring problem when it comes to you, but this is something different entirely. Your cheeks redden at his seriousness.

“I love you”.

Your eyes widen once more and before you can react, he kisses you. Deeply. Passionately. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” he repeats again and again into your lips. 

…

Maybe learning a new language isn’t so bad, if you have the right teacher.

#legolas/reader #legolas x reader #lotr #legolas greenleaf #legolas #lord of the rings #legolas x yn #lotr x reader #legolas x y/n

[tamurilofrivendell]

Mistletoe | Thranduil x Reader

Pairing: Thranduil/You A/N: This is just fluffy Christmas nonsense lmao.

“What do you mean?” The King’s voice was full of confusion as he looked from your hand that was fixing the mistletoe to the ceiling, to your face, his brows drawn together in a frown. You had just explained to him the purpose of hanging mistletoe at such a time of year, during such a feast, and Thranduil appeared to be incredibly confused about it.

“It’s a tradition.” You stated simply, shrugging.

Thranduil eyed the mistletoe suspiciously, hands clasped behind his back as he stood at a safe distance. He watched you climb down from the steps and stand back to admire your handiwork. From the look in his eyes, you figured he would be stepping around the mistletoe all night during the party and it was a little amusing to you to see how perplexed this had made him. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why he was in here at this moment, not having expected him to be that involved in the decorating of the hall for this particular festival. There had been talk that he didn’t intend to even turn up to the party at all.

“I better go and get ready.” You announced, turning to give him a soft smile. You couldn’t quite read his expression as he bid you farewell and watched you leave the hall, heading for your chamber where you ran yourself a relaxing bath and readied your outfit for the nights celebrations.

The decorations in your hair were sparkling like stars as you descended the stairs and made your way towards the hall, immediately handed a chalice of what appeared to be wine by one your friends. You laughed and soon enough you were feeling warm and happy from the atmosphere. Celebrating with those you held dear was one of your favourite things in the whole world. Time passed by in a colourful blur and yes, once or twice, you found yourself caught beneath the mistletoe, laughing as you kissed your friends on the cheek. One of the guards did actually steal a little kiss on the lips and, though shocked, you did manage to find the humour as you smacked his arm playfully and turned away.

Your eyes immediately met the King’s dark gaze.

He was staring intently at you from his seat at the head of the long table. You didn’t know why but he looked a little angry. You hadn’t even known he was here, having believed he would be a no show like you’d been told, and you found yourself a little startled. Flushing, you tore your gaze away from him, more than a little embarrassed that he had apparently been witness to your antics. The wine flowing through you had gone to your head quite quickly.

Excusing yourself, you tiptoed in a wide circle around the mistletoe so you wouldn’t be caught out again, and hurried outside onto a balcony. Sucking in a breath of fresh air, you willed your face to cool down.

“Not running from me, I hope.” The deep, smooth voice from over your shoulder made you jump.

“My Lord!” You lifted a hand to your heart, flustered. “Of course not! No, I... I simply needed a moment to myself. I fear I’ve overdone it on the wine...” It was an attempt to lighten the mood but your tone didn’t quite convey it. You turned away and winced, looking out over the forest.

There was a long silence and you almost thought that he had gone back into the party, when you were suddenly aware of him taking a quick stride towards you. You turned around at the same moment, finding yourself inexplicably caught between the balcony railing and his body. He was close. Too close. Why was he standing so close? Your eyes were fixed so hard on his face that you barely registered that one of his arms had moved until he raised his eyebrows and glanced somewhere above your head, making it clear he wanted you to look.

Lifting your gaze, a soft gasp escaped you when you saw directly above you both, caught between his lithe fingers, a sprig of mistletoe.

You opened your mouth to speak but the words bubbled away as you locked eyes with him again, something in the way he was gazing at you causing your breath to catch in your throat. His eyes seemed dark, almost hungry, as he looked at you.

“You know...” He murmured, voice low as he somehow shifted his body even closer to you, something you hadn’t thought possible. “I did not much enjoy watching them fawning all over you in there.”

Your lips parted slightly, shocked at the words that had just left your king’s mouth. He took it as an opportunity to lean in, closing the distance between both of your lips, and capturing you into a soft, gentle kiss. Nothing like the ones on the cheek you had been collecting all night. Nothing like the one the guard had stolen with a chuckle.

Thranduil kissed you carefully at first, testing the waters, and then his tongue began to beg for entry, which you found yourself all too eager to allow, as the kiss deepened. One hand lifted to your cheek, holding your face gently, as the one that had been holding the mistletoe over you both came to grasp your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped softly into his mouth, surprised. You felt him smile into the kiss.

Though you found yourself not wanting it to, the kiss came to an end, and your eyes fluttered open. Thranduil was looking back at you, taking in your stunned expression, your freshly flushed face, your kiss swollen lips. A smirk tugged the corner of his mouth as he slowly let go of you. Your body practically cried at the loss of his hand on your waist.

Presenting you with the mistletoe with a graceful flourish, you tentatively reached out and took it from him as Thranduil took a step backwards, hands clasped behind his back again. “I think.” He said, amusement dancing in his bright eyes. “That I quite like this tradition, after all.” Thranduil kept your gaze for another long moment before his eyes dropped once more to your lips and then he turned on his heel and rejoined the party, leaving you on the balcony, stunned and giddy.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #thranduil x yn #thranduil x y/n #thranduil fanfic #fanfic #lord of the rings x reader

[inlovewhithafairytale]

A letter of Y/n to reader

this letter is supposed to be from Y/n to the reader/you

Dear reader:

We've traveled so much, havent we? we've gone to different galaxies, fought battles, trained dragons, learned magic, ran mazes, ruled kindom, married princes, changed worlds. Im really proud of us. we've gone through so much loss together, and harship, but still we kept going. I want you to know that maybe you'll grow up. maybe you'll forget. But if you ever want to come back, you only have to grab a book or grab your computer and I'll be here with you, as well as our group of friend: Wattpad, Ao3, Tumblr, pinterest. and together we can go to all our adventures again. And they will be as amazing as the first time we traveled. So, live your life, and if you ever get tired of it, me and all your fictional crushes/boyfriends/husbands/wifes, we'll be here.

So good luck. and see you soon. Y/N<3

#the vampire diaries #yn x Fandom #fandoms #yn funny #marvel #teen wolf #shadow and bone #narnia #lotr #game of thrones

[luvbinnies]

beautiful

just yn being nerous about meeting huenings kai's family

genre: huening kai x gn!reader, fluff, humour. warnings: being stressed, taehyun is a couple hater. word count: 382 words

note: i have more txt things in store!! i'll post them when i finish with LotR.

txt permanent tag: @luvhyunlix @in-somnias-world @imthisclosetokms @serafilms @hibernatinghamster @dutifullyannoyingfox @koeuh @vatterie

“Why are you pacing around so much? You’re just meeting his family.”

“Taehyun shut up, they're nervous that’s all.” Your roommate Ryujin slaps your other roommate on the shoulder, causing the boy to wince.

“I just want to make a good first impression, what if they don’t like me?” Letting out an inhuman noise before dramatically falling on your bed. That has basically half your closet on it when you were trying to pick out clothes, just for Wonyoung to tell you to just wear what you were wearing before.

“But how can anyone not like you?” Wonyoung walks in with a bag of drinks, handing them to each of you.

“I have a list.” Sipping on the drink as you watch your roommates roll their eyes because of your negativity.

Ryujin goes over to move some of your clothes and sits next to you on the bed. “It can’t be that bad, you already met bahiyyih and tried to adopt her.”

“And then Kai got all sulky that you weren’t giving him enough attention.” Wonyoung laughs.

“Gosh I hate couples.”

“You’re just upset that you’re still single and jealous of me and Kai, Kang.”

Before the poor boy could say anything, the doorbell to the dorm rang. Jumping up running to the mirror to make sure your outfit was still good after your dramatic scene.

“You look gorgeous, stop worrying.” Ryujin shoves the bouquet of flowers you forgot about that you were supposed to give to the huenings. 

Heading over to the front door to see Taehyun and Kai already talking but they stop once Kai notices you in the room.

“Wow you look really beautiful.” He smiles.

But the moment gets ruined when Kang Taehyun decides to speak. “Aren’t you an English major and that’s all you have to say?

“Can we please not talk about school, I just want to hang out with my ynnie.”

“Ew gross,” 

“Taehyun move, I need to get to my baby.” Pushing your friend away from the door, waving to them as you close the door behind you holding onto your boyfriend's hand. As you guys were going to leave, kai taking the flowers from your other hand, you can hear a salty boy behind the door say. 

“Well they don’t look nervous anymore.” 

#txt kai #txt x reader #huening kai #txt x you #txt scenarios #txt drabbles #txt fluff #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together fluff #hueningkai #huening txt #huening kai x reader #huening kai fluff #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai fluff

[miridiums-writing]

Hm, how about a... Thranduil dating headcanon? Pretty please.

Woohoo I love Thranduil, I bet he is a total softy and I will happily die on that hill.

Im just assuming your an elf too, dont wanna deal with the sad reality of him dating a human

I believe wholeheartedly this man is a drama queen

Anyone who even so much as mentions your name gets a legit list from him about everything he loves about you

He cannot keep his mouth shut when it comes to you

His advisers and him were gonna have a meeting strategizing to get rid of the spiders for good

Someone stupidly asked where you were and the meeting went on for three hours because he was busy talking about you

The people of Mirkwood KNOW you make him soft

So you get extra protection

Even walking through the streets of Mirkwood some of the common folk would walk beside you keeping you safe

It was rather endearing

So you can probably tell he is really overprotective

If he isn't with you he was guards to go with you

The guards are pretty good company though

Just talk to them, y'all become friends

Then its just three friends hanging out

:) 👍

After every day without fail

After he's finished all the work and is read to wind down

He comes up to the room, kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your waist

If your sitting he'll just pull you onto his lap

If your standing he'll just pull you to a seat so your on his lap

He will have you in his lap

He doesn't care about weight

Doesn't faze him

He's a fucking elf, why would your weight be a problem

For the people insecure about their weight out there, HE DOESN'T CARE

Then you both will sit and cuddle while you both speak about your day, until you both realize the time and go to get read for bed

You are always little spoon

No matter what you are little spoon

He likes feeling likes he's protecting you

It just helps him sleep at night

Plus being little spoon is awesome because cuddle

I may or may not have made this headcanon because im always big spoon even though im 5"1 and I just want someone to cuddle me. Im sad

He will kiss you at least another 15 times before he falls asleep

He is a legit simp for you

Holds doors open for you

Helps you up the stairs

Is no joke at your beck and call

You could whisper his name in your room and 30 seconds later he's at your side asking what wrong, what he can do to help

He's just really receptive to your voice

He is not afraid of PDA

He will always pull you onto his lap on his throne during long meetings

It helps him stay calm

He also enjoys playing with your hair during this time

Cause he's soft

He does get jealous but is pretty good at hiding it

Just slyly comes over and puts his arm around your waist

Kisses your cheek and asks who this was

If you've dated him for a while you will know what's going on

He seems to always have a hand on you

Always.

He never wants to let you go

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around or desert you

HAHA RICK ROLLED

Whenever you are ill he has only the hest treat you

Doesn't matter if its just a wee cold

Or whatever is similar since your supposed to be an elf

Then he just fusses over you

As if he didn't already

He would clear out his schedule to make sure he can take care of you for the day

If he is sick

Even more clingy

Only lets you go if you need the toilet or something

Other than that you in his arms till he feels better

Most likely gets you sick too

Then the cycle continues 😂

IF YOU HAVE PERIODS

He happily cleans up the sheets

Gives yoy lots of cuddles if you get bad cramps

Tbh doesn't this even if you don't

Gets you that weird sandwich your suddenly craving

This man is just a simp

So he will do ANYTHING for you

Even allows you to yell at him if you have mood swings and suddenly decide your mad at him

He just looks you in the eye and takes the insults

He's kinda demeaning when he doesn't this and makes you feel like a bit of a bratty child but he doesn't mean to

THE END OF THAT, Y'ALL CAN CONTINUE

If your touch starved

Your not.

Full stop

Period

How can you be touch starved with him?!!

Impossible

He has hugs, kisses, cuddles, sweet words galore

No he doesn't care who is watching

If you have any skeletons in the closet or things you've bottled up over the years he would be honoured if you told him

Tell him about that time you stole a chocolate bar from the candy shop because you didn't have money when you were ten

He's just glad you trust him so much

He will be apprehensive to showing you his large scar

But he will do it if you ask

Simp

Loves if you kiss it and call him pretty

Who

Ego boost

You are his queen and he is your king

This is such a sweet relationship

I wish I wasn't so alone 😂

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[spookyjuicefiction]

A King's Bounty, Pt. 4

Universe: The Hobbit/LOTR (films)

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x female!Reader

Description: Y/N is a bounty hunter sent to kill the exiled King Under the Mountain, but makes a deal that will benefit them both. What she doesn’t know is that this deal might change both of their fates.

Masterlist

A/N: Finally know where I'm going with this one woo! Lots of fluff!!!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of nudity but nothing crazy.

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For the next few hours, Y/N could not shake this morning's conversation with Thorin from her mind. It had been more casual than any they had shared before, perhaps even verging on flirtatious. She was sure she had seen him glancing down at her lips as if he might want to kiss her. Her head was reeling with the idea, stomach flipping at the thought of his lips pressed against hers--or worse, every dwarf in the camp seeing it happen. She shuddered imagining the relentless teasing she would certainly endure from Fili and Kili alone.

The terrain had become increasingly uneven as they reached the mountains, so the company was unusually quiet so as to keep their breaths. At length, they crested a large hill and paused at the top, wiping away the sticky, uncomfortable sweat one gets when the air is cold but your coat is too warm. Y/N's eyes snagged on Thorin as he swept his long hair over his shoulder and threw back his cloak, allowing his strong arms some fresh air. Blushing, she looked away before letting her mind wander any further about his good looks.

"Well, would ye look at that," said Oin with a whistle. Everyone looked at him curiously. "D'ye see that steam rising up through the trees there? I'd bet my best axe that there's a hot spring."

Excited chatter broke out amongst the company at this, and two scouts went down to see if Oin was right. They peeked back through the trees grinning broadly and waving the party toward them; it seemed everyone would be having a hot bath today.

Cutting through the trees, the party reached the edge of the spring which sloped gently down like a riverbed. The dwarves gleefully began dropping their packs and tossing off their boots and clothes to wade in, remarking cheerfully about the water's warm temperature. Y/N picked her way up the stream a bit towards a cluster of bushes and chose to undress in their relative privacy. She pulled her hair brush and a chunk of soap out of her pack and carried them into the stream with her, relaxing as the warm water lapped around her sore ankles and knees.

Sighing, she began lathering herself with the soap as she sunk her aching body into the steaming spring. It was such a lovely, relaxing moment in all the chaos of the trip, sunlight trickling through the swaying tree branches and the dwarves splashing merrily a few meters away. She dragged the brush through her hair as she watched the party all try to pull Bilbo into a game of some sort.

Her eyes found Thorin; he was sitting apart from the others, as usual, and looking on with an unreadable expression. Above the water line, she could see a finely muscled chest covered in a neat patch of dark curls. His arm muscles rippled as he stretched them out in the water and lifted his hands to comb through his own course hair. He frowned as his fingers snagged. With a breath, Y/N started towards him, careful to keep her breasts below the water as she moved through the water.

He turned toward her as she approached and dropped himself lower into the water as if he, too, was embarrassed by his nakedness. Wordlessly, she outstretched her hand, offering him the hair brush. He took it gently with a nod and again set to work on his long, brown locks. Y/N wondered if she should drift away from him and give him privacy, but she found it difficult to do so. There was something about his presence that drew one close, made people want to watch and listen to him. Though he was so often sullen and silent, the times where he did speak were moving and fascinating. So she lingered near him, watching as he worked the brush through his hair. The other dwarves' game had taken them further down the stream, and a soft quiet settled around Thorin and Y/N as the stream bubbled.

A frown crossed Thorin's face as he hit a particularly matted section on the back of his head that he could not reach well. Y/N did not stop to think the better of it before she took another step toward him and asked,

"May I?"

He regarded her carefully as though trying to determine whether she might complete her bounty after all, but eventually he handed her back the hair brush and turned around. Another step forward and she was right behind him. Cautiously, she caught his locks in her fingers and began working the brush through the knots and tangles that he could not reach in the back.

"Shit, sorry," she cursed as a particularly large knot yanked his head backwards and he grunted in surprise. Without thinking, she ran her fingers over the spot on his head where it had yanked to soothe it. She saw Thorin's shoulders relax at her touch and heard a small sigh, almost imperceptible over the babbling of the water around them.

"Gentle as a bounty hunter," he grumbled, but there was joking and warmth in his tone.

With the knots combed through, she drew the brush to the back of Thorin's head and stroked down gently so that the bristles lightly scratched his scalp, following them with her fingers. She smiled as he leaned into her touch with another sigh.

They sat like that for a few minutes, quietly soaking in the hot water while she brushed the king's hair. It occurred to her that this was one of the more intimate moments of her life and her cheeks flushed a little, remembering that they were both naked. Oddly, though, it did not feel uncomfortable. Perhaps they had both needed a small moment of quiet relief.

At last, Thorin let out a low chuckle and turned around.

"I nearly dozed off just now," he admitted. "I... thank you. That was lovely."

"Any time," Y/N tried to reply breezily, but her mouth had gone dry. The relaxed atmosphere was gone, replaced by an unnamed tension that crackled as their eyes met.

"You continue to surprise me," he murmured, more to himself than to her. Sighing once more, he took a step back and turned away. "I, err, shall look away while you get out. We ought to keep moving." With that, he started off towards the others. Y/N climbed out of the spring and shook herself dry, pulling her clothes back on in the cluster of bushes. Carefully, she packed the hair brush back in her pack, suspecting there may come a time when she might wish to use it again sometime soon.

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As it turned out, the afternoon in the hot springs was to be the last moment of relaxation for the company for some time. Thorin led his kin through more rough terrain until they were in the mountains in earnest, trekking dangerous paths laid thickly with ice and snow. He frowned to himself as he considered their situation: the dwarves were biologically conditioned for such weather with their natural warmth and insulation, but Y/N and the blasted Hobbit would surely catch frostbite after too much time in the snow. He needed to focus if they were going to make it out of this alive.

Thorin's temper grew irritable as they pressed on. He barely spoke to anyone and kept a relentless pace up the mountain. He could hear the others murmuring behind him about his demeanor but he paid it no mind. The truth was that for the first time on this journey, he felt truly afraid. Afraid that they might all keel over from starvation or exhaustion and die of frost bite in the snow. Afraid that someone would lose their footing and fall off of the cliffside. Afraid that the damn burglar would slow them all down too much. Very, very afraid that he might not feel Y/N's fingers through his hair again if she did not make it over the mountain.

And then it got worse. The party found themselves in the middle of a fight between a group of frost giants who were chucking balls of rock and ice at each other, shattering pieces of the mountains and creating avalanches. Thorin tried to tamp down his panic as he looked back at the bedraggled group shuffling behind him. The dwarves looked miserable, but Thorin's stomach sank at the sight of Y/N. Her blue lips were pursed with determination, but he could see that her entire body was wracked with shivers in spite of Kili and Fili pressing themselves against her from either side.

"We have to find shelter!" Someone yelled. "The human and the hobbit are not going to make it!"

"I'm f-f-f-f-f-fine!" Y/N spat back, taking a labored step forward. Thorin's heart twisted with an unfamiliar pain: admiration mixed with adoration mixed with abject terror.

"We cannot stop!" Thorin called back. "It is no safer!" The company lurched forward as another shower of frozen rock fell overhead, nearly burying them. They continued dodging for what seemed like forever as they pressed forward, pulling each other back from the cliff's edge. Thorin wondered if Y/N had any toes left. It made him sick to think about it.

"Here, in here!" Someone behind him called. He whipped around and saw a cave opening. Several of the dwarves were already shoving Bilbo and Y/N through it. Thorin took in a breath to yell at them for disrespecting his orders, but the curse died in his throat at the sight of Y/N's cheeks turning purple. Reluctantly, he followed in behind them.

The sudden silence was shocking. Thorin's ears still seemed to be stinging with the sound of the whipping wind, now only heard in the distance. The cave made him feel uneasy as he looked around, and he felt immensely frustrated that they could not press on. He shot a murderous look towards Bilbo as he went and sat in a corner. It was easy to be angry at the hobbit; easier, he realized, than being angry at himself for how much he cared for Y/N's well-being. As king, he should have thrown her to the snow so that their quest not be stunted by her weakness. But it seems it was his own weakness now that interfered.

The group had started a small fire and sat Y/N close to it, piling their coats on top of her. Thorin frowned. She was still shivering, her eyes glazed over as if she saw nothing at all. The king felt torn, wanting to go to her and tend to her himself, but fearful of his kin seeing his weakness for the girl. Instead, he allowed Fili and Kili to warm her and feed her and stroke her hair, trying to get her to blink and come back to reality. It hurt him to watch, so he turned away, his stomach a bundle of nerves.

At length, Y/N thawed out. Thorin's head snapped toward her when he heard her voice after an hour or so of sulking. It was quiet and strained as she thanked Bofur for a ration he handed her. She seemed to crack a joke toward his nephews because they chuckled and nudged her playfully. Thorin watched as she demanded that all of the dwarves take their cloaks back, insisting that she was fine and that they all needed to keep warm as well. Finally, everyone began settling down to sleep, but Y/N stayed seated by the fire. When all the other heads lay on the ground, she at last made eye contact with Thorin.

He watched her clear her throat as she rose and padded carefully over to him.

"May I join you?" she looked sheepish, her voice like a mouse's. Thorin realized he must still be wearing the murderous expression he had adopted all day.

"Of course," he replied gruffly, making room for her. As she was now no longer by the fire, he removed his cloak and wrapped it gingerly around her. She protested.

"Thorin, really, I'm alright-"

"Just wear it. Please." He sounded harsh and exhausted, even to his own ears. His body was stiff as a board as he settled back into his position.

With a steadying breath, she kept her head bowed as she said, "Thorin, I am very sorry to be slowing you down. You cannot imagine the guilt I feel knowing that without me and Bilbo, you all could have pressed forth tonight. I hope that I might make it up to you one day."

Thorin sighed, gritting his teeth. "There is no use fretting over it now. What's done is done."

Out of the corner of her eye, he saw her nod. She looked miserable. He even thought he saw her lip twitch as though she might cry. Oh, please do not cry. Thorin was enough of a nervous wreck without making the object of his affections weep in a freezing cave.

Cautiously, he leaned into her slightly, pressing the warmth of his arm into hers. He relaxed his posture as she returned the pressure. He slipped his hand under his cloak and found hers balled into a first. He caressed it gently, asking for permission to hold it. She uncurled her fingers and he wrapped the freezing digits into his large, warm palm. He could feel callouses on her fingers, but the skin on the back of her hand was more soft than he could have imagined. He traced it with his thumb as she laid her head on his shoulder.

As when she had brushed his hair, Thorin's heart fluttered. It felt almost silly to an old warrior like him. Never had he had the desire to pursue such pure and genuine affection, and yet he could not deny the warmth that bloomed in his chest around Y/N. It seemed that he'd been chasing her around the corners of his dreams since she had first withdrawn her hood at the Prancing Pony, he at once enamored by and fearful of the power she instantly held over his heart. It was a distraction to his mission at hand. And yet, he was not sure he could go on without her now that she was there.

"I am grateful you still have your fingers, mizimelûh. I thought perhaps you might have lost one," he murmured into her hair.

"You have not yet seen my toes. What does that mean?"

His voice was husky and low as he replied. "It means, 'jewel of all jewels'." He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I would be happy to hold those as well should you fear them to fall off."

She chuckled, leaning further into him, wrapping her other hand around his elbow and hugging his arm to her. Thorin thought his heart might burst with the sweetness of it.

"I am no jewel, more like a rusted hunk of copper," she sighed. "Certainly not sitting next to you, the king of kings." She yawned as they settled back against the rock. He felt her grasp on him slacking as she began to doze off.

He leaned his lips to hear ear and whispered, "Well, you are very precious to me."

He looked down and saw her lips drawn up in a small smile. As sleep began to take hold, she breathed, "And you to me."

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[bonjour-rainycity]

Late in the Night | Part Three

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Prompt: There’s only one bed (Content Challenge Day 6)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Rating: PG

Word count: 1914

Warnings: None

Challenge participants: @game-ofthe-company @grunid @themerriweathermage @errruvande @the-reformed-ringwraith @awkwardkindatries

A/n Happy Day 6 of my content challenge! If you like my account, chances are you’ll love the accounts mentioned above! Check them out if you can :) If you want more, you can find the challenge’s masterlist here and my personal masterlist here. Okay, happy reading!

The tavern is warm and a welcome escape from the evening chill. Occupying the common room is a small, though lively, crowd, including Gimli and Boromir, who sit in plushy chairs drinking mead by the fire. The barman eyes the newcomers with a measure of surprise — it’s his second unusual guest of the night. Though the woman is predictably human, the one standing next to her is clearly an elf. The barman marvels at his luck, knowing he will be the talk of the town if he can compile some interesting stories about the elf and the dwarf he met this eve.

The barman waves at the odd couple, and they come to the counter. The three exchange pleasantries, but Legolas and Y/n are careful to be vague about their travel plans. Even though the barman seems innocently curious, one can never be too cautious. The barman inquires about their needs.

“Meals for tonight and tomorrow morning, as well as two rooms — at least one with a fireplace if you’ve got it.” Legolas reaches under his cloak and produces a velvet pouch containing the human currency he brought for the journey.

The barman grimaces. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid there is only one room left. You see, we are a small establishment, and the guests that arrived shortly before you requested separate dwellings.”

With narrowed eyes, Legolas turns to regard a very satisfied-looking human and dwarf. Gimli raises his mug, winking at his elven friend.

“Did they, now,” Legolas murmurs, beginning to guess at his friend’s plan. At his side, he hears Y/n huff in disbelief, obviously having caught on.

To his credit, the barman seems genuinely apologetic. “Yes, I-I’m afraid so, sir. If you like, there is another inn on the other side of town, I could inquire about vacancies there—”

“No, thank you.” Legolas cuts him off, trying to soften his cold tone with a smile. He can’t risk the managers talking and comparing guests before he and his companions are long gone. “We will make do.”

The barman briefly disappears to find the key, and Y/n tries to study Legolas surreptitiously. Unfortunately, he seems to have the same idea about her, and their eyes dart away immediately upon meeting, knowing they’d each been caught.

How awkward.

The barman returns, sliding a smooth silver key into Legolas’ hand, who quickly pays the man. “Would it be too much trouble to have dinner delivered to our room?” Legolas swallows. Our room.

The barman responds favorably, but there is an unmistakable note of disappointment to his tone. No doubt he was looking forward to studying probably the only elf he’s ever seen.

Y/n sneaks a look over to Gimli, who is quite enjoying his mead, and figures that he will give the barman enough entertainment to last a few years.

The pair ascends the stairs, and Y/n notices a pink twinge to Legolas’ cheeks. He stumbles over his words, something quite unusual for him. “I—uh, did not mean to presume. I apologize.”

Y/n shrugs. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s our fault for not asking to arrive first, I guess,” Y/n tries for a laugh, but it’s impossible for Legolas to not notice how she won’t meet his eyes.

He stops on the landing, looking quite pained. He hates the idea of making her uncomfortable. “I will sleep on the floor.”

Y/n takes pity on the poor elf, and puts effort into seeming relaxed. “No, really, it’s okay. It’s no different from lying near each other when we camp, right?”

It is completely different, Legolas thinks, but decides not to share that comment.

They reach the door, and both try to will their nerves away as Legolas turns the key in the lock.

“Oh.” Y/n is pleasantly surprised by the state of the room. “It’s nice.”

Legolas has to agree. The bed—the sole bed—is off the ground and boasts an actual mattress, complete with two fluffy pillows and three blankets. There’s a fireplace, a water basin, a tin tub, two exceptionally large jugs of water, and a changing screen. The presence of these amenities constitutes luxury after their time in the wilderness.

Y/n crosses the threshold first, and Legolas chides his own cowardice. The battlefield gives no fear to him, but sharing a room with the woman he…

Well.

He forces himself to enter the room.

Y/n twists the hem of her tunic in her hands, trying desperately to get through the awkwardness. “Will it bother you if I have a bath?”

Legolas practically catapults himself forward, eager to have a task to busy his mind. “Not at all. I’ll heat the water.” He grabs one of the water-filled jugs, lays it on the grate inside the fireplace, and works to start a fire.

Y/n fiddles with the changing screen, dragging it slightly to the left so it completely shields the length of the tub. Even though the fire is properly kindled, Legolas stays near it, kneeled on the ground, eyes glued to the heating water.

Y/n chances a look at him, and the sight of him brings a small smile to her lips. He’s just so sweet. And though she would never say it out loud, Y/n admits to herself that, if she had to spend the night with any of her companions, Legolas would be her first and only choice.

Y/n busies herself with spot-cleaning their extra clothes until Legolas has the water heated and pours it in the bath.

Are his cheeks red from embarrassment or the heat, she wonders.

“I-I’ll stay near the bed and-and give you your privacy,” he stutters out, looking anywhere but at her.

Definitely embarrassment. Y/n bites back a smile, grabs her washing supplies, and slips behind the changing screen.

She undresses and slides into the water, sighing contentedly at her first encounter with warm water in weeks. Knowing it won’t last long, she works quickly to scrub the dirt from her skin.

Legolas sits on the edge of the bed, trying to distract himself by cleaning their weapons. He doesn’t know whether he should try and converse with her, or ignore her completely, or if he should just run from the room and never come back?

Valar, how this is difficult!

A knock sounds on the door.

“That was fast,” Y/n muses, to which Legolas hums in agreement.

He sheds his cloak and uses it to conceal the weapons, then meets the barman at the door to collect the dinner plates.

Legolas shuts the door with his foot and turns back towards the bed.

And freezes upon realizing the issue.

Y/n is still in the bath.

Legolas exhales, looking down at the plate in his right hand, then to the changing screen, then quickly to the opposite corner of the room, a blush coming to his cheeks once again.

He closes his eyes, drawing in a breath.

You are a prince, he reminds himself. You lead council meetings, command troops, and have the respect of an entire kingdom. Pull yourself together.

Before he can give himself a chance to lose his nerve, he turns on his heel, and marches towards the changing screen.

“Delivery, My Lady.”

The teasing tone in Legolas’ voice catches Y/n off guard, and she releases a startled laugh. He can’t be serious? But she sees the tips of his boots peeking under the edge of the wooden screen, and decides to play along, trusting him to keep his gaze respectful. “You may approach, Good Sir.”

Legolas peeks around the screen, presenting Y/n her plate of food and making a show of keeping his eyes closed.

Y/n giggles, for just a moment forgetting the awkwardness and the insurmountable pressure of the fate of the world on their shoulders. “Such service! Thank you.”

Legolas bows, and returns with his own food to his spot on the bed. As they eat, they trade stories of the time before they knew each other — Y/n being careful to edit any details that would give her non-Arda origins away. When the food is gone and the bathwater runs cold, Y/n dries, dresses in fresh clothing, and folds back the changing screen.

She and Legolas stare at each other, unsure how to proceed.

“Um, is there anything you needed to do before bed?”

“No.” Legolas shakes his head. “You?”

“No.” A pause. “Well, I guess we should go to sleep, unless you wanted a bath?”

“It’s alright, I washed in the stream earlier.”

Y/n shifts on her feet. “Oh. Right. You sure you don’t want something hot?”

Legolas smiles. “Temperature doesn’t affect ellyn the way it does humans.”

Y/n laughs softly at herself, using it as an opportunity to exhale some of the nerves. “Forgot….I’ll just get the candles, then.”

Legolas stands abruptly. “Let me.” Then, his panicked look fades into a teasing smile. “Humans already have terrible eyesight in the daytime, I fear for your safety if I let you stumble around in the dark.”

“Oh, be quiet,” Y/n laughs, crawling onto the side of the bed closest to her. The mattress probably isn’t the softest in the world, but it’s much better than the freezing ground. And the pillow and blankets are a nice touch. Y/n remembers her fluffy bed back home, and finds herself snuggling deeper into the covers, trying to recreate the memory.

The room goes dark, and moments later, Y/n feels the bed dip beside her.

Legolas slides under the covers wordlessly, keeping as far to the edge as he can. His mind runs a million miles a minute, wondering if he’s making her uncomfortable, noticing how nice her hair smells, thinking how he’s going to kill Boromir and Gimli for putting them in this position, and everything in between.

On the other side of the bed, Y/n stares at the wall, unable to calm down enough to sleep. Never in her life has she been so affected by someone else’s presence. It’s just a bed for Pete’s sake, she’s shared plenty of them before!

But she can feel his warmth from across the mattress, can picture how his chest would feel under her cheek, and fights the urge to cuddle in close to him.

Oh how she is going to murder Gimli and Boromir.

Time passes, neither of them knowing how much.

But after a while, Y/n gives voice to the more anxious thoughts in her head, unable to let them go.

“Are you awake?”

Legolas’ voice is soft, barely a whisper in the late night. “Yes.”

Silence, and Legolas wonders if Y/n has fallen asleep. But a few breaths later, she speaks again, this time, with a measure of fear in her voice.

“Do you think we can do it? Destroy the Ring?”

“We will.” His voice is confident, steady, just the reassurance she needs. “No matter the cost, we will see this Evil defeated.”

Y/n sighs, closing her eyes. She gives into the exhaustion in her bones, in her mind, and sinks into dreamless sleep. Legolas follows not long after, allowing himself only the briefest of looks at his slumbering companion. He holds the image of her peaceful face in his mind as he drifts off.

And if they do find themselves cuddled up in the morning, well, no one needs to know.

A/n See you all tomorrow with part four! Likes, comments, and reblogs are so appreciated. Also, let me know if you would like a tag!

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[hey-its-nonny]

Wishes

Aragorn x reader

okay this will be my last angsty fic i promise

I’m excited to announce that this fic is a collaboration! i wrote this with @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse and i am super pleased with it!

chap. six of In Between is out, so be sure to check that out. ANYWAYS this is inspired by the song Heather by Conan Gray :)

let the heartbreak commence <3

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You woke in a restored Gondor, eyes fluttering open at the beams of golden sunlight seeping through your window. The day you‘d dreaded for months had finally come. It was the day Aragorn was to be wed to his love, Arwen.

You rose, already mourning your loss of your friend and your love. You didn’t know how you could stay, concealed in the dark. Hiding. Ignoring your emotions and acting as if they didn’t exist was a difficult task. But, if it meant Aragorn would be happy, you would try your best, unsure of what might come of it.

Slowly, you slid on your dress, the silky fabric brushing your legs. It was a beautiful gown, one that Arwen had made especially for you. It fit perfectly, snug around your waist and flaring out. In your favorite color, too.

The necklace Aragorn had given you laid heavily on your neck. It felt wrong to be wearing it to this event, but without it, you didn't feel whole.

And with a look in the mirror, you sighed, a saddened smile gracing your lips while you prepared yourself for what would be one of the saddest days of your life.

You thought back to a better time when everything was easier. When your love for Aragorn had bloomed.

It was a cold night. You and Aragorn had gone on yet another adventure together through the hours of the night. After plenty of frolicking and distractions, you’d both agreed that it was time to eat.

You’d decided a warm soup was the way to go, and Aragorn agreed with you on that as well. And while you waited for your meals, you talked around pointless things, avoiding the affection that was blossoming.

You were teasing him, pushing him around, baiting him. When he finally retaliated, he accidentally hit your soup out of your hands. The target for the food? your clothes. Your shirt was covered, and you stifled a laugh while Aragorn looked mortified.

You winced a bit at how hot your soup was, as well as the fact that you could no longer eat it, since it was so elegantly spilled on your shirt.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. Here, let me- I can-” The poor man rambled, looking for a cloth to dry your shirt. You couldn’t help but giggle at how flustered he was, though the fiery wrath of the soup was definitely a contender for your attention.

Yet still, you laughed, opening your bag with a hum. “Aragorn, I’m sure I have a spare shirt in my pa- What? Where is it?” You quietly gasped, Aragorn’s eyes brightening.

“Take mine, Y/N. I have a spare.” He stated, the red on his cheeks dissipating.

Your gentle hands gingerly grasped the shirt as you stood, sharply inhaling at the temperature of the soup. “I’ll be back.”

After a minute or two, you walked over to the table and sat down, cozier than ever in Aragorn’s off-white shirt. You offered a smile and caught Aragorn’s eye, his shocked expression warming your cheeks. “It is a little big, I will admit, but it will do until I get a fresh change of clothing.” You grinned, biting back a smile.

“Keep it.” Aragorn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the slightest and sweetest of ways. “It looks better on you than it looked on me.” He stated, inhaling a breath after stealing another glance at you.

You still had that shirt, after all the time that passed.

Those were fond memories you had of him, but fleeting. You smoothed your dress down and slipped on your shoes. Another memory came to haunt you, the emotions overwhelming.

You were wandering Rivendell when you heard a giggle. You had turned a corner, finding Aragorn, his lips glued to Arwen’s. You cleared your throat, causing them to break apart, looking at you sheepishly.

Arwen spoke softly, “Oh, I am sorry about that. We didn’t know anyone else would come here.” Of course, she didn’t know that Aragorn and you had spent many hours in this same place. You avoided his gaze and hid your emotion, laughing instead.

“Oh I have so many things I could say, but most important of all, I could tell everyone!” You paraded around them, joking of course. They laughed along, not truly seeing how much this hurt you. And you would keep it that way.

The decorations were beautiful. You gazed upon the arch that Aragorn was to be wed under, trailing down the cascading vines and flowers. You counted at least a hundred guests.

If it weren’t for the emotions you felt at the moment, you might have smiled just because of how beautiful everything looked.

The bells rang, signifying that the ceremony would start soon, and you took a sharp breath. Your stomach churned like you were about to face the armies of Mordor alone. But it wasn’t the time to be afraid. It was time to be Aragorn’s friend.

The very man that your thoughts were formed around jogged up to you, handsome as ever. His armor contrasted his eyes beautifully, and the smile he wore made you melt.

“Y/N. Just the woman I wished to see.” He grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder while you returned the smile.

You hummed, straightening your back. “What do you need?” You asked, ready to do whatever he needed.

“A friend.” He replied, indicating that he was nervous.

“You’ll be fine, Aragorn.” You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything will go smoothly, I assure you.”

The man nodded, a dreadful sigh escaping his lips once the bells rang again. Of all the things you’d said today, the three words that left your lips were some of the hardest to get out. “Go get her.”

Once everyone was settled, the ceremony began with Elrond giving Arwen away. You watched Aragorn closely, the way his eyes lit up when Arwen was unveiled, the pure love and devotion he had for her nearly killing you. You had no idea it would be this hard. Tears pricked at your eyes when they kissed and you were glad you could blame it on the “beauty” of the moment.

You watched Aragorn lead Arwen down the aisle, each step a dagger in your chest. No matter how strong you wanted to be for Aragorn, you couldn’t watch this any longer. Your strained smile slowly disappeared as they walked out of sight. You had to get out of there.

So, when he wasn’t looking, you quietly slipped away, allowing the tears to finally fall. What you didn’t know, however, was that he saw you walk away, more confused and worried than ever.

Once you were far enough, you broke into a sprint. You needed to get as far away from there as fast as you could. You slipped your shoes off, the cold and roughness of the stone adding to your anguish. Upon reaching the garden, you sobbed, collapsing onto the stone ground where you once stood. You couldn’t control it. Your shoulders softly shook as you cried, feeling nothing but sorry for yourself. You thought you could watch Aragorn give a special part of himself to Arwen. You really did. But you couldn’t.

And you hated yourself for it. You held your head in your hands, sniffling quietly into the silence. You never got to tell him how much better he made you. You never got to hug him as Arwen would. You never got to laugh at his flirtatious jokes like Arwen would be able to. You never got to kiss him as Arwen would. But then again, why would he ever kiss someone like you? You weren’t even half as pretty as her.

Too lost in your own sorrow, you didn’t hear Aragorn’s footsteps approaching. Something about rangers, they always knew how to stay quiet and test the situation. Upon seeing you, he removed his crown, kneeling beside you with worry written on his sharp features. “Y/n? Y/n, why are you upset?” The worried man asked, gently grasping your trembling shoulders.

You flinched under the touch, shrinking away from the touch. “It is nothing, Mellon. Please, go be with yo- Arwen. Were you not just betrothed?” You asked, wiping away the salty teardrops on your cheeks.

While you stood to leave, Aragorn mimicked your actions, blocking your exit. “Y/n, please. I only wish to help,” He pleaded, following your gaze. He gently grabbed your chin, sending a shiver down your spine while he forced you to look at him.

“Aragorn, please let me go.” You sniffled, lip quivering while your eyes begged him to leave.

Aragorn frowned, giving one final attempt at helping you. He couldn’t know. He could never know. “Was it Arwen? Gandalf? I do not know what could have upset you in such a way.” He frowned, brow creased in worry.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. No more games, or guessing, or hiding from it. You’d tried so hard, only for it all to come crashing down in flames before your eyes. “It’s you, Aragorn!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks while throwing your hands out.

You laughed a sad laugh, backing away from the man you’d loved for countless years. “It’s always been you.” You croaked weakly, your voice brittle and defeated. Aragorn was still confused. He cautiously stepped forward, taking your hands in his own. “Y/n, what do you mean?” He asked, clearly worried that he’d hurt you in some way.

You shook your head, biting your lip while you trained your gaze on the ground. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just-” You smiled, shaking your head as you met his gaze. “Just go be with her. You need to be with her.”

But instead of walking away, Aragorn shook his head. “Y/n, we cannot keep circling amongst each other like this. Please, tell me what I’ve done to hurt you.” He pleaded, worry and remorse engraved in his expression.

You took a shaky breath, tearing up once again. “I can’t, Aragorn.” You admitted, the cost of saying the words far more than you were willing to give. “If I do, I will have to leave.” You choked, willing away the tears.

Aragorn sighed, determination set in his jaw. “Whatever you are facing, Y/n, whatever comes, I will face it beside you.” He stated, confidence and truth behind the words. You hated how perfect he was. Always an amazing friend, but not for much longer.

Finally, after a minute of silence, you decided that if you were going to leave Gondor for the rest of your days, you might as well make it memorable. “Forgive me, Aragorn.” You pleaded, leaning in to steal a kiss from Aragorn.

He hummed in surprise, but didn’t back away, eyes fluttering shut. You relished in the feeling, your hand on his warm, stubbly cheek. It was incredible. Until the both of you realized what was happening. You gasped, backing away from the kiss. “I-“ You stammered, quickly going into a panic. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” You breathed, stumbling out of the garden.

You felt like such an idiot. All of the nights wasted in tears rushing back to haunt you as you ran away from the love you’d held onto so dearly. You ran as fast as you could for the forest, clutching the necklace Aragorn had given you. Habit.

Little did you know, Aragorn decided to run after you, desperate to clean up the mess you’d made. You ran, skillfully weaving throughout the trees to lose Aragorn.

Once you thought you were far enough, you leaned against a tree, dirt marks along your arms and legs. That was the last time you would ever see Aragorn. You wasted it. So, you cried. Then you decided you would move on. Start over.

Aragorn approached, careful not to startle you. You looked up, resting your head against the tree with an irritated sigh. “I can’t stay.” You whispered, your defeated tone letting Aragorn know just how much of a toll this took on you.

Aragorn frowned, the glisten of a tear catching your eye. “Why? We can forget it happened, Y/n. We can make this right.” He suggested, a pleading in his voice that you’d only heard a handful of times. It hurt.

“We can’t. I have to leave.” You replied, forcing yourself to look at him. “I love you, Aragorn. I always have and will. Nothing can ever change that. So, unless you have miraculously realized that it is not Arwen, but me you love, which I highly doubt, I’m leaving.” You explained, standing with a sigh, knowing Aragorn would try to follow.

He stood, watching while you unclasped the necklace Aragorn gave you. “Goodbye, Aragorn.” You spoke defeatedly, gently grasping his hands to place the necklace in them.

“Y/n, anything you wish, I will do. Just stay.” He asked one final time, slow tears falling down his cheeks.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “I wish I were Arwen.” And with that, you walked away, thankful that Aragorn didn’t try to follow.

~~~ i LOVED writing this!!! if any of you writers ever wanna collaborate, hmu!!

tags: @eru-vande @thewhiteladyofrohan @from-patroclus-with-love @elvish-sky @lady-latte @entishramblings

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[lilith-of-rivia]

Characters I’ll write for:

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The Witcher:

Geralt 

Jaskier 

Yennefer 

(I won’t write for Ciri as a child, once she ages and gets older in the Netflix Series and isn’t looked at as a child, for the most part, I may write for her.) 

Marvel:

Tony Stark 

Peter Parker 

Captain America 

Thor 

Hawkeye 

Bruce Banner 

Natasha 

T'Challa 

Steven Strange

Scott Lang

James Rhodes

Sam Wilson

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

Loki 

Peter Quill 

Gamora

Drax the Destroyer

Mantis 

Nebula

Shuri 

Okoye 

Lord of The Rings/Hobbit:

Aragon 

Legolas 

Bilbo (from the hobbit) 

Frodo 

Sam 

Merry 

Pippin 

Gimli

Arwen 

Boromir

Thranduil 

Thorin 

Fili 

Kili 

Bard 

I will write for others as well upon request if I feel comfortable with it. Please click on my request form at the top of this page to know how to request, and the guidelines for my requests. I will also write for all these characters Actor counterparts as well.

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Good To Be King | Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader (🍋)

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Thorin

6 “You’re my home, no matter where we are”

17 “I have loved you every day, and I won’t stop now”

123. Hair pulling ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Thorin finally have time to be together for the night.

: ̗̀➛ spanking, bondage/tied up, cockdrunk, praise kink, hair pulling, dom/sub, brief mentions of cockwarming & strangulation

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You were tied to the headboard, your ass in the air and your wrists bound so that your face pressed against the pillow, squirming as you panted heavily, waiting for Thorin to finally give you what you wanted after hours of terrible teasing and torture.

A firm slap was delivered to your ass, making you yelp as you harshly bit down on your bottom lip, pushing back in a vain attempt to gain any friction whatsoever.

Sweat budding on your brow and covering your entire body with a thin sheen; your skin seemed to glitter in the candlelight, glistening.

You were aching for him, your asshole clenching as you thought about finally having his cock again; already able to picture how it would stretch you out so much, so thick and so long that you still wondered how you could take him at all.

Another firm smack to your ass made you shiver, feeling his calloused and warm hands gently run down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, almost bruising the soft flesh with harsh fingertips.

You needed him, squirming as you chewed more at your lip, pulling the flesh from it until you could taste copper on your tongue.

"Thorin, please," you breathed out, voice hoarse and raw. "Please fuck me already. Please."

Thorin smiled, kneeling behind you and putting his hand between your shoulders as he hummed softly. "If I go too far, what do you do?"

"Call out blacksmith," you started, "and tug three times in a row at the restraints."

"Well done," he praised, his voice so much more gentle than his hands. "Good."

"Now, please," you all but whimpered. "Please, fuck me, my King."

He paused, lining himself up before gently thrusting into you. Giving you time to adjust to his length and girth; he let you make the first move, pushing back against him and letting out a long, breathy moan.

Thorin trusted you enough to be a little less strict, planting his hands either side of your head as he snapped his hips.

Your asshole was so tight around him, he filled you almost completely, enough to make you press your face into the pillows as you moaned a little louder. Rolling your hips and easily keeping up with his rhythm.

Thankful that you could finally fucking have sex.

After being surrounded by his kin for so long, never able to get away long enough for even a quickie or some oral, you couldn't deny that you were pent up; frustrated and in utter agony.

You used to have sex at least twice a day, and it felt unfair that you had to wait months. But good things came to those who waited, and now you were bound to a strange bed as Thorin fucked you like he used to; after managing to slip away from the others, you and Thorin had stumbled upon a farmhouse with a room to rent.

With the inhabitants gone for the night, you seemed to have all the time in the world for each other.

He rutted into you, grabbing the back of your neck as he picked up the pace of his movements.

His cock felt so good, filling your ass and stretching it so fucking well; drool slipping from your mouth as you rocked back and forth, eagerly taking the pounding as you felt his other hand wander. Landing on yours as he entwined his fingers with yours.

The slapping of skin mixed and mingled with breathy moans and short, sharp praises; a well-known and rehearsed melody from an all too eager and willing orchestra.

The strings of the violins were tugged every time Thorin gripped you a little harder, knowing all too well that you would have bruises where his fingertips dug into your flesh.

You did your best not to fall out of line and ruin the melody, desperate to keep up with him as much as you could. Needing to keep up with him.

Your breath heavy as a puddle of drool formed under your chin, your tongue lolling from your mouth; incoherent noises coming from the back of your throat as you lost focus of everything else but the feeling of him pounding into you.

Even when Thorin paused to knock your thighs apart gently, you still fucked yourself against him; completely and utterly undone for him, drunk from the feeling of his cock and wanting nothing else. Fuck.

He was so good to you, always treating you exactly the way you wanted; always giving you everything you wanted when you wanted it.

Thorin was never shy about it, never thought twice; if you wanted to be his cocksleeve and cockwarm him as you slept, he was all too happy to oblige.

You were his spouse from the forest; their royal highness of the woodlands and the ruler over all of its trees and deer. The lordship over the foxes and the deer. Their majesty in his bed.

The empré of his desires. The Prime over everything he held dear. His monarch.

Anything you wanted, from his hand around your throat and his cock buried in your ass through to his hand in your own and the softest of his kisses, was always yours.

You knew that you were getting close, though, your ass clamping down and clenching around his cock as you whimpered and whined his name incoherently; the letters didn't form properly, just a string of syllables that made no sense leaving you as your legs started to shake, freezing in place as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled.

Thorin didn't stop, coaxing you through finishing until he froze, his cum filling your tight ass as he let out soft, breathy praises. His voice faltering as he grunted and let go of you.

His hands shook as he undone your bindings, smiling as he sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap; his touch was so gentle as he traced your throat, admiring your features in the dim lights for a moment.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly, tenderly.

You nodded, swallowing thickly in a vain attempt to capture your breath. "I'm good."

Thorin nodded, softly pulling you down so that he could kiss you; he slipped his tongue between your lips as you tugged at his hair, making him grunt as he pushed his hips up against you. Another tug, and he pulled away, laughing softly.

"Already waiting for round two?"

You gave his hair another tug, grinning as you nodded. "I can't help it. I haven't... haven't had your cock in so long... I missed it."

"Give me five minutes," Thorin said gently, taking a quick look outside the window. "Do you think they're alright?"

You nodded, kissing his neck softly. "You worry too much, y’know. You always have."

He smiled, putting his hands between your shoulders as he coaxed you closer. "I can't help it... we lost our home."

"I didn't," you hummed, pushing yourself up and daring to rub the tip of your nose against his. "You're my home, no matter where we are - I'm always home."

He nodded, sighing heavily. "You know, I have loved you every day, and I won't stop now, but... wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to rent rooms all the time just for some privacy?"

"It's temporary," you pointed out, moving to kneel between his legs. "Besides, we've got one night - and I intend to service my king as much as I can."

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Something That Used to be Unsaid | Kili x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Kili

34 “I love you, I really do”

55 “You’ll always be my first choice” ( this sweetness is insecure asf and it show)

64 “You could’ve gotten yourself killed! You idiot!” ❞

: ̗̀➛ There's always been something between you and Kili, although neither of you ever really thought to talk about it.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, mild injury

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Years ago, you and Kili had been sweethearts; so close together that you were practically joined at the hip, constantly together no matter the weather. Any storm, the two of you could toughen it out as long as he had your hand to hold and you had his head on your chest.

Nothing was ever really said, but it never needed to be; you were always together, you never fell apart, even when you got older. You were a natural choice for Thorin's company; strong and intelligent, steady and sturdy. He trusted you, and it helped that Kili insisted on you going as well, even Fili backed him up.

Thorin trusted you, as you had shown yourself to be nothing but reliable and capable - above all else, he needed loyalty and competency. You fit the bill perfectly for it.

Kili would give you his arrows when he wasn't using his bow, as he knew that you refused to fight with anything else; a hunter, you were used to the sprawling woodlands.

When you were younger, Kili always knew where to find you. Halfway up a tree, whistling away and eating wild berries. But those days were over. The trees you once loved were now dead, turned to ash and left to rot and decay with the years.

Lifeless.

The fires had torn through them, even killing the smaller saplings that should have lived for hundreds of years; their bodies were left where they fell. Forgotten and neglected. Bits of limbs crumpled and left on the floor out of reach.

Bushes once full of berries and bursting with life were now left as piles of thick corpses; piled up on top of one another. Nothing was alive in the woodlands that you once loved. The woodlands you once called home.

No spiders sat on their webs between the leaves. No flies buzzed near the rotten and out of season berries. No deer stalked through the tall green grass, making the blades dance in their careful wake. No wolves prowled the nighttime forest floors, their howls a soothing lullaby.

No squirrels scurried up trees to store their winter forages. No bears scratched their large backs on the tree trunks. Nothing was alive anymore. Everything that once called those woodlands home had either perished in the fires, or had been forced to move. In a way, you were lucky.

Thorin and his company took you in immediately, you didn't have to burn with your home; even though there were some nights where you wished you did. At least you still had the company of Kili, though.

At least he was keen to keep you around. You stayed with them, even when everyone was split up.

You stayed with them, and when you arrived at Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole, you stayed outside; confused, Kili told Fili to give you a moment, and he sat on the small seat outside, his hand on your thigh.

"What is it?" He asked.

You shrugged, clearing your throat as you pulled out your pipe and lit it. Puffing on the tobacco. "What happens when we claim your home?"

Kili hummed. "You'll come live with us."

He said it as if it was the single most obvious thing in the world. As if he was telling you that the sky was blue or that the most common berries in the woods were blackberries.

He said it as if you were almost foolish for asking in the first place, but you just sighed as you shook your head.

"I don't think I will," you told him. "You know as well as I do, the mountain isn't my home."

"But it's mine," he said. "And it's not my home if you're not there, too."

You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully as you scoffed. "Whatever."

But everything was fine after that. You and Kili seemed to go back to your usual way of being.

So close that you practically sat on top of one another when at tables and when stopping to make camp; when he tried to scare Bilbo with tales of orcs, you reminded him of what his uncle had been through a split second before Thorin also laid into him.

It all seemed to be going fine, until you and Kili were sent to scrounge and forage for some berries for the company; neither of you thought anything of it, really.

Sure, there were enough rations to go around, and between you and Kili and Fili, there were plenty of opportunities for hunting with success. But that's where the issue was.

Armed with his bow and arrow, Kili positioned himself at the top of a tree whilst you focused on the actual task. Easily picking the ripe berries and stuffing them into the small bag Thorin had given you.

You didn't even notice Kili had disappeared until you heard a twig snap, followed by the howls of a dozen curses; you didn't get to him in time, watching with a cringing wince as he crashed to the ground.

Landing right on his back. You were at his side immediately, patting his face until he grumbled and looked up at you.

"Are you hurt?"

"No," Kili sighed.

"Good," you huffed. "You could've gotten yourself killed! You idiot! What the fuck were you thinking?"

He grinned as he reached up to touch your face, his calloused fingertips so deft and gentle as he hummed. "My hero."

"Oh, fuck off," you scowled, checking his back for bruises and bumps when he managed to sit upright. You noticed him shiver at the cold feeling of your hands. "What?"

"You're cold," he whispered.

"Yeah, because the air's cold," you mumbled, not expecting him to quickly pin you beneath him. You laughed as you rolled your eyes. "Kili! Get off!"

He grinned as he pressed his bodyweight on top of you, his hands grabbing yours as he let you lace your fingers with his. "I love you, I really do."

You paused, gawking and glaring at him as you opened and closed your mouth for a moment; your stare was blank as you tried to process it.

He had never said something like that before, neither of you had. It never needed to be said before, but the way that he looked at you, the softness in his eyes as he gently took your hands in his, allowing his gaze to drop to your lips.

You knew that he meant it more than anything. You knew that he would always be there. You didn't even think about it, leaning up and kissing him so gently; he smiled, letting go of one of your hands so that he could cup your jaw.

"Y'know," you said softly upon pulling away. "You'll always be my first choice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Always."

You looked over when you heard Fili's voice, taking Kili's hands in your own and pulling him up with you, your arm coming to rest around his waist as you hummed and smiled at him.

"Come on," you said softly. "We'll talk more later."

"Alright," he agreed, falling into step beside you as his arm rested across your shoulders. "But I'll hold you to it."

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[mlmxreader]

Protective | Fili x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Fili

21 “I adore you, you know”

61 “You hurt even a hair on his head and I will kill you!” ❞

: ̗̀➛ you know that Fili doesn't need your protection, but he has it regardless.

: ̗̀➛ mild violence, alcohol consumption

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You cursed the name of whoever suggested it. Music blaring as the band in the corner played on their small stage; people dancing everywhere, spilling their drinks and bumping into one another.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you nursed your pint, keeping a watchful eye on two dwarves in particular to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble.

It wasn't that you didn't trust them, as you knew that both were smart and more than capable of holding their own; but you also knew that they could tell the wrong joke to the wrong person, and get their teeth knocked from their mouths.

As nice as it was to see them enjoy their time, you knew that Fili and Kili needed to be watched.

The eldest, Fili had a lot of pressure on his shoulders; his uncle Thorin expected so much of him, and although Thorin never meant to, he often put too much pressure on Fili.

You had no doubts that Thorin cared, especially not after he had pulled you aside one day to explain that your courtship with Fili had his blessing - despite the fact that you never wanted or needed it, and had no intention of asking, either.

Thorin was quiet when he had put his hand on your shoulder, his voice low and secretive when he asked that you would always look after his nephew.

You never forgot about it, and as you watched Fili and Kili get their next round of pints at the bar, you couldn't help but to smile. They were relaxed and happy, laughing and joking; but while Kili came back to the table with both drinks, Fili disappeared.

"Where's he gone?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

Kili shrugged, pointing to the door. "Outside. Needed to relieve himself."

You nodded curtly, getting up. "Keep an eye on mine, yeah?"

Kili didn't question it, shifting to sit at the side of the round table as he sighed and took a long swig of his pint.

You rushed outside, waiting by the door for ten minutes, but when you saw neither hide nor hair of Fili, you knew that something was wrong; prowling around the corner, you saw him at the back of the pub, with a rather angry looking man squaring up to him.

You furrowed your brows, but when the man went to take a swing at Fili, you immediately jumped in, grabbing his fist as you pushed him back.

"You hurt even a hair on his head and I will kill you!" You growled out, staring the man down.

He seemed to get the message, scoffing and shaking his head as he slunk away, grumbling under his breath.

You turned to Fili, taking his hand in yours gently and examining him for any wounds; he had a few grass stains on him, but you didn't see any cuts or bruises, thankfully. Especially not around his hands and neck.

Fili grinned, grabbing your hands gently and reassuring you that he was just fine; it was just a little scrap over a man not liking dwarves in the pub, that was all. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't be angry with him. It wasn't his fault, after all.

But, fuck, you had been so worried that he might have gotten hurt that you couldn't help it; grabbing him by the front of his shirt and kissing him harshly.

Fili grinned as he pulled you close to his body, his beard tickling and scratching at your skin as his golden hair gently brushed against your face where it fell out of place.

It made you laugh a little into the kiss, your grip on his shirt getting a bit tighter you let the relief seep into your bones.

You pulled away, gently raking a hand through his thick hair in hopes that the loose strands would go back into place.

"I adore you, you know," he breathed out, leaning into your touch and letting his hands run down to your waist, keeping you as close as possible. "I really do."

Your gaze dropped to his lips for a moment as you let your arms rest on his shoulders. "You sure you're alright?"

Fili nodded, daring to steal a quick kiss. "I'm fine, I promise... you saved me. Like always."

"If you're referring to that business with the elves, I don't know what you're talking about," you laughed, rubbing the tip of your nose against his.

He rolled his eyes at the comment, putting his arm around your middle as he hummed softly. "Have you told Kili yet?"

You shook your head. "Not at all. You?"

"Not yet," he admitted. "I wrote to my uncle. He's going to bring the rings to you."

You nodded, leaning into him. "So we're all set for your proposal?"

Fili nodded curtly. "We're all set. We just have to tell my brother."

"Well, we could," you hummed, smirking as you looked at him with raised brows. "Or, we could see how long it takes him to notice."

"Only until the wedding," he agreed. "Deal?"

"Deal," you kissed him just to seal it. "I'm glad I met you, Fili."

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Lick It Up | Fili x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ "Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue"

With fili ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Fili finally get some alone time.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, hand jobs, oral sex, mattress humping, cum eating (technically), licking, hair pulling.

↳ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

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You and Fili rarely had any proper time together, thanks to the Company being constantly around and constantly within the distance of hearing and seeing everything going on between you.

It was rather frustrating, if you were to be honest; you both felt quite stifled and suffocated like you were slowly drowning. You needed to break free and to get away from it all, even for just one night.

Fili had very much the same sentiments as you, thankfully, and when the opportunity presented itself for you both to stay the night at an inn, you all but jumped at the chance - even if you did have a feeling that a certain wizard was behind it all.

You didn’t want to think much of it, though, as you did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth after all.

You were more than happy as you flopped down on the bed with a huff, feeling the soft but thick mattress beneath you and the pillows under your head, pulling up the warm blanket so that it sat under your head.

You could only grin as you watched Fili closely, licking your lips when you noticed him begin to unbutton his shirt, every peek of skin only spurring you on even more.

You could already see that his trousers were quite tented, causing need to bubble in your stomach until your hand drifted beneath your trousers, mindlessly toying with yourself as you watched him continue to undress. Eager, and keen.

You wanted to drown in him; his touch and smell and taste. You needed to drown in him, and when he knelt between your spread legs, you very nearly gasped out his name in the form of a long and breathless beg.

Fili dipped his head slightly.

“Can I touch?” His voice came out as a steady and shallow wave, gently lapping at the shore of your skin where you had it exposed slightly, as he waited for you to answer.

You nodded, which earned you a firm and sharp slap to the thigh as well as a growling reminder to use your words and tell him what you wanted. You sucked in a harsh breath, nearly seething.

“Please, please touch me! Fuck me! Anything!”

Fili was happy to oblige, helping you out of your clothes with an eager but steady hand before he laid down between your legs and grinned at just how fucking aroused you were for him already; immediately, he began to work you over with his hand and his mouth, desperate for you.

He reached down, starting to stroke himself in tandem as you squirmed and moaned softly, starting to get lost in the waves. He picked up his pace, all but starting to fuck his hand into the mattress beneath him as you drowned him in soft gasps and moans.

“Fili! Fili! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t stop!”

Fuck, did he love to hear you beg for him; he wanted to make you call out for him until your voice went hoarse and raw, unable to make even the slightest of noises anymore.

He wanted to make you drool until your mouth went dry and sticky and your tongue seemed coarse and rough. He wanted to make you get rid of and lose all your frustrations and desperation and needs. He needed to feel you cum for him, he needed it so badly he couldn’t even find the words to properly admit it.

He yearned for it, and when he felt you begin to buck and roll your hips against him, practically rutting as you sought out every little bit of friction and movement, he took his hand away from his cock and used it to pin your waist down.

With complete control over you, Fili started to hump the mattress, only stopping for a split second to grin and moan when you grabbed his hair until your knuckles made a loud clicking noise. 

“Please! Please! I’m so close!”

You could feel your thighs start to shake as you pulled your knees up, your toes curling as you panted out your little begs and whines heavily; your heart pounded against your ribs, about to escape as you did your best to push your hips up and seek out more friction. Anything to get you over the edge.

Your grip on his hair grew harder, tugging it as you moaned his name loudly. Fili didn’t want to waste a single second as he quickly and eagerly doubled down his efforts, knowing that the scratch of his thick and coarse and rough bears as well as the grumbling noises he made went right through you and pushed you further underwater.

It wasn’t long before you came on his hand and in his mouth, which made him grin as he loomed over you and hummed softly.

“Do you want to lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue?” He asked with a breathlessly gravelly tone. 

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He sat between your legs, watching with a transfixed gaze as you ran your tongue up and down each finger before going between them and, at last, sucking them; able to taste nothing but yourself on his skin as you bucked your hips gently, already starting to get going yet again. 

“Come here and kiss me,” he smiled, grabbing your jaw as he kissed you hard, making sure to run his tongue against yours so that you could taste and feel your own cum mixed with his spit.

Your hands went to his hair as you moved to sit on his lap, grunting softly under your breath when he grabbed your ass tightly and as harshly as he could. But you were so eager when you pulled away, your gaze hungry as you looked at his big, fat, hard cock. 

“Can I return the favour?” You asked with a soft whisper. 

Fili nodded as he tried to bite back his grin, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Please do.” 

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Fates Entangled | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ May I request faramir x mreader with prompts "My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you" and "Can you stay a while?" With reader being an apprentice of gandalf? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Faramir was more than happy to take on Gandalf's apprentice as one of his own men, but what seems to be fortune may just be fate itself conspiring.

: ̗̀➛ n/a

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To begin with, you were happy with your position; being Gandalf's apprentice, you had grown up under the watchful eye of the wizard, and he had become a sort of father figure to you as well as your mentor.

You loved him, of course, but when you eventually grew up, he had granted you the one thing that you had ever wanted: freedom.

Just like any other wizard, you were to set your sights on the world around you and to begin an independent journey to see where you would best be suited - whether that meant acting as a helper and guardian of the woods like Radagast, or being a bit of a troublemaker like Gandalf.

You had to find your own path, and after many years of searching, you had stumbled upon Faramir.

Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, Faramir was all too happy to welcome a wizard into his ranks, even though you did explain to him that you weren't quite a fully fledged wizard just yet - you still had years ahead to graduate from an apprentice, but he understood.

Forever living in his brother's shadow, Faramir understood all too well.

He was glad to welcome you, as you were around the same age as he was - a couple of months younger, but no more than that - and to have Gandalf's apprentice on his side meant a great deal to the Rangers.

But it was through him that you learned more practical skills - he taught you how to use a bow and arrow, as well as a sword and daggers; he told you that it would be for your own defence when the time came, if he was not around to protect you.

But you appreciated it nonetheless.

As a present for your birthday the day you left his shadow to become your own man, Gandalf had bestowed upon you a sword. It was made from the scales of a dragon, with its handle made from the leather of the beast, and the sharp edges merged with the claws and teeth.

It could cut through almost anything.

Faramir said it was a fine blade, but always refused when you tried to give it to him as thanks for all he did; you didn't understand why, but you were sure that he had good reason to.

Of all the men you had met, Faramir was by far the most intelligent, and you complimented him on that often, even if it did make his features turn a slight pinkish colour.

But that was all years ago, and now you had been serving at his side for so long that he had happily given you the position of his right-hand man.

You were honoured, of course, but you were sure that he had men in his ranks who were better suited. He would just shake his head and tell you that there were no men like you.

It was an awful night, really.

Stone cold and damp, and although you tried various spells to help, you couldn't quite fall asleep; so you got up, gingerly leaving your bed and carefully making your way over to Faramir.

You knelt down beside him, and gently shook his shoulder; he turned over, eyes wide as he gasped for a second.

Immediately, his demeanour softened when he saw you, and he cleared his throat.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you so rudely," you whispered softly.

He sat up, shaking his head. "Is something the matter?"

"I can't sleep," you admitted, frowning. "I know, I know it's a trivial and foolish thing but-"

"Come with me," Faramir grumbled as he yawned, daring to stretch for a moment.

He allowed your fingers to lace with his as he lead you away, further down so that the others Rangers did not stir and could not hear; he lead you to a small clearing.

Standing as tall soldiers, the trees eagerly kept watch, and the brambles bristled as they prepared to bite into anyone who dared to push past them.

Faramir knelt down, starting a fire and gesturing for you to sit beside him once it began to crackle.

Against the slowly brightening skies, the flames seemed to spew orange stars into the heavens, the crackling almost musical as the orange and red danced before your eyes.

Faramir gently pulled you closer, putting his arm around you.

"This ought to help," he told you. "When I can't sleep, I always come here and watch the fire until I eventually get there."

He was about to move, when you gently grabbed his wrist. "Can you stay a while? Please?"

He nodded, daring to smile a little. "Of course."

Settling down beside you, Faramir did his best not to tense up when you laid your head on his shoulder; his face felt suddenly warm, although he knew that it was not the fire that made it feel that way.

His heart pounded and thumped when you laid your hand on his knee, and he had to force himself to swallow hard so that he didn't get a lump in his throat. He had been having those reactions for a while, but only ever when he was around you.

"You're warm," you whispered, pressing your face to the side of his neck.

"I do apologise," he murmured.

"No, I... I like it," you said softly. "You're always very warm."

An odd sensation washed over him, causing his chest to feel both empty and constricted at the same time. His eyes went wide, and he could not beat the smile that spread across his lips.

"You're always so cold," he admitted quietly. "I like it."

"May I?" You asked softly, gesturing to his lap.

Faramir quietly told you that you could, and when you settled yourself on him, he couldn't even try to pretend not to smile. His hands eager and greedy as he rested them at your thighs to keep you steady, his eyes hungry and ravenous as he settled them on your lips.

"I shouldn't..."

"Why not?"

"We're friends," Faramir sighed. "And I don't believe that my father would be pleased if I were to... get myself involved in a wizard's business."

You laughed softly. "And you think Gandalf would be any better?"

"That is a good point," he admitted with a quiet chortle. "But what do you think, wizard?"

You shrugged, putting your hands on his shoulders. "I think that these days dictate our fate, and... and I would like to think that my fate is entangled with yours like the roots of the trees."

"You are a good man," Faramir murmured, the words almost concealed under his breath. "And an even better wizard..."

Gently, he gripped your hand, slowly dragging it from his shoulder so that he could place it against his chest; sneaking your fingertips under his open shirt so that you could feel the gentle and steady thump of his heart beneath his warm skin.

"And I would be honoured to have my fate entangled with yours," he told you. "If you would have me."

You nodded, daring to smile as you cleared your throat. "I would always have you, Faramir."

"Then it's settled."

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