#strider x y/n

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For That Long? || Aragorn

Summary: Request -Hello! 👋 Your work is absolutely amazing! Especially your Aragorn fics (My King! 🗡️👑❤️) In fact, whenever works best for you, here’s an idea: During the victory celebration at Helm’s Deep, the reader (also a Dunedain Ranger) offers a quick dance lesson for Aragorn to a) enjoy the celebration with him and.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Thank you for the sweetest little request anon! I had too much fun writing this one. I love trying to get into his head. Keep sending amazing requests my way! And thank you for you kind comments!

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k +

TW: fluff?

“Not like that, Strider.” You giggled something fierce as he tripped over his own feet for the umpteenth time that night. Somehow you had convinced him to dance with you after quite literally decades of trying to get him as your partner.

“Have I not already told you how hopeless this is, Callia?” He asked you by your chosen Ranger name. You had to abandon Y/N when you left home all those years ago. If you were captured you must never give up your true name for your family could bear danger to your chosen work.

“You just need to relax yourself. Your mind.” You poked his forehead while grinning from ear to ear.

He sighed, “I cannot keep making a fool of myself in front of…”

You stopped him by placing his hand on your hip catching him most off guard, “My King overthinks.” You whispered as you took a soft step towards him. He smelled good. Like of the woody scent he naturally had but even better.

“I am no King.”

You smiled more to yourself than him, “Not yet. But the people have decided. It be but a mere month and you shall be.”

“It does not feel right hearing you call me that, my lady.” He countered while raising his eyebrows right up waiting for your retaliation.

Trying your best, but failing, you made a face in reaction, “You know I am hardly a lady.”

He hummed. Not even realizing you had begun to lead him you kept talking trying to rid his mind of the thoughts that plagued him. For if there was anybody who knew Strider better than himself it was you. Time had a way of making your heart the softest for him and truly only him. Countless sleepless nights of diving into your worst nightmares and trauma would find a way to bond the two seemingly hopeless souls.

“The opposite is true.” He smiled down at you with a look you had rarely seen from the hardened leader. You had been away from him longer than you wished. He had told you to go to Minas Tirith after getting orders from Gandalf to help the Hobbits of the Shire. You had heard the story of the great Bilbo Baggins and now apparently Strider had to accompany his nephew, Frodo. He had told you to go to Minas Tirith and wait for his word.

That had been six months ago. You had gotten used to life without him how odd it may seem. You had made a few friends that you probably never would have had Strider joined you. It was terribly uncomfortable. Your simple life changed when you had gotten word from him asking you to join him in Rohan. He knew something was coming and needed all the help he could get.

“A lady does not count her kills.” You spoke breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. A shift occurred as he had taken control of the dancing now. Your easy banter all but freeing his mind from his thoughts. Dancing wasn’t so bad. Especially if he got to hold you like this.

“By your definition.” He smirked down but dared not look into your eyes for he knew he would cave to any of your demands, “Not by mine. And did you not say I was to be King?”

You fought every urge in you not to pinch his side, “You are impossible.”

“Do you not refute, my lady?” His smirk only grew as he noticed your face fighting the urge to react. It was amusing watching you try and stay neutral. For he had missed this. Sure, it was not only the two of you dancing but it had felt like it. You had a way of taking his mind off of whatever he needed. You had always seemed to have known what he may have needed.

“It is no use in arguing with you, Aragorn.” You gave him the eye letting him know you were not over the little secret he had kept from you for so long. You had only found out of the name when Legolas shouted it on the battlefield almost costing you your life. It had left you stunned. Who was Aragorn and why had Strider reacted as if it was his name.

Because it was. He had apologized profusely before you finally gave in. Leading you to this moment with him. You had finally convinced him he needed to learn how to properly dance since he was to be the king. And lucky for him you so happened to know many dances as your mother had insisted a girl your age to learn them all those years ago in Dúnedain.

An amused smile crossed his features as he led you across the dance floor. Maybe he was not so pathetic after all, “It is not like you, Callia, to bite your tongue.”

“Hush you.” A laugh escaped you. It was no use trying to hide your own amusement. Yes, he pushed you, but it had also shown you how much he too cared for you.

He slowly stopped the two of you from your dance before replying, “You are most fortunate the music has ended."

A quick nod left you head as it spun out of control by his soft touch and daring words, “Most fortunate indeed.” Begrudgingly you took a step back knowing the moment between the two of you had ended.

But his words had stopped you from turning all the way around, “I will stop teasing you if you lead me in another dance. For I must learn. I do not wish to embarrass you.”

You only grinned before stepping back into his hands, “You could never embarrass me Strider.”

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you took in the breathtaking room before you. Stifling a laugh, you couldn’t truly believe you had made it here with him, alive and in one piece. Your truest and oldest friend crowned the King of Gondor. How you would never have believed this only three years prior. You watched as royalty and common people alike danced with joy and glee for their newfound leader. Aragorn. It felt the most surreal as you watched him mingle with people that mattered. A King. Who would’ve thought. Glancing down at your nearly empty glass you sighed knowing you had to make the walk back to get another drink.

But you never made it as you were intercepted by nonother the man you were watching far too often that night, “Strider!” You smiled trying to play it off as nothing as his broad hands covered the length of your forearm with ease, “You best get dancing. You have many eyes on you, my King.” You grinned with ease knowing calling him such made him uncomfortable. You truly had known him as Strider for as long as you could remember. You’d met as teenagers in your youth, kids from Dúnedain.

Your fathers were friends keeping you close together often until he went off on his own. When it came time to leave you had heard Strider was a Ranger. Having a feeling you’d run into him again you weren’t surprised you were assigned to his company not long after you left home to find a purpose. Just like him. In a lot of ways, you were the same. But in so many different.

For the last sixty or so years the two of you became something of a menace in the North. Something to be feared. Always working as a team, the two of you always seemed to come out of battles unscathed.

He grumbled in response to the title name you had used on him, “I have told you not to call me that. It does not feel right hearing those words from you. Strider will do.”

You smiled seeing how you managed to get under his skin with such ease, “Strider is too informal. May I call you Aragorn at least?”

“I think Strider is perfectly formal. But you may call me as you see fit. So long as it is not, my King.” He smiled right back at you. Even he had to admit how nice it was seeing you so at ease. He had roamed the North for nearly sixty years with you. He had never seen you so relaxed. He was sure he had seen you smiling more tonight than he had in the past sixty combined. You smiled like that bright eyed teenager who had an obvious crush on the older teen. It was times like these that made him wish he had told you how he had felt the same. He had longed for you for so long in silence. He had a duty to uphold. But now? Time was different. He needed somebody on his side. He had always known that somebody was you.

You bowed just knowing it would push his nerves further, “As my King wishes, I shall only refer to him as Aragorn.”

His mouth dropped at your brazenness, but he should have known better. He was convinced you were placed with him was to keep hm grounded. You had a certain way about you that had him acting his very best, “Y/N.” He let out an audible sigh letting you know he was annoyed.

“Strider.” You raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him knowing that name was now obsolete in your vocabulary. He was Aragorn now. You could get used to it.

He looked to the dance floor before turning back to you, “Would you join me in a dance?” He held his hand out for you to take giving you your favorite impatient face. It was your favorite thing to do after all, push his buttons.

Your smirk turned up into a genuine smile, “This is a pleasant change. I would be honored to join you in a dance, Aragorn.”

“Are you going to choose a name Callia?” He grumbled as you placed your hand in his. His smile never faltered even though he pretended to be most annoyed by you. It wasn’t lost on your how gently he wrapped his hand around yours before nodding his head to the nearly empty ballroom floor.

You giggled more to yourself knowing how annoyed he was with you. Maybe you should stop winding him up. It was almost too much fun to stop though, “Am I not allowed to interchange two of your many names?” You followed along his lead down to the center of the empty floor.

He stopped once he had found a place good enough. Placed one hand over your hip and one behind your back, “Hands on my shoulders.” His voice dropped nearly an octave as he gave you a simple order. A shiver ran down your side at his touch. This was new for you as well. Sure, you had found him ever so attractive, but he hadn’t the slightest interest in you. Everything was platonic as could be between the two of you. So, you had backed off and kept it cool knowing nothing was ever going to happen.

You did as he wished and wrapped your hands around his neck, far more intimate than you had intended but you were committed now. It would be almost more embarrassing to unwrap yourself from him, “You did not answer my question.” You spoke trying to rid your mind of overthinking this situation you had seemed to find yourself in.

He gave you a grin as his eyes trailed all over your face, “I was only playing with you. You may call me as you please.”

Before you could answer the music started forcing your concentration of following his lead. It was impressive how quickly he had picked up on the steps of the dances you had only taught him only a few times a month ago. It had been a little over a month after the Celebration of Helm’s Deep after the hell that was the battle.

You were almost upset when the music had stopped knowing his hands would soon leave you. It was not right to have these feelings for such a longtime friend. Let alone the King of Gondor. But how could you not? He was Strider the great Ranger of the North. He was Aragorn the leader of the Fellowship. He was the King of Gondor. He was everything.

Fortunate for you he hadn’t move his hands from your waist even as the music stopped, “I do think I should call you Aragorn. It suits your stature. You have outgrown Strider.”

He bowed his head before slowly bringing his eyes up to yours, “Then Aragorn I shall be, my lady.” He was smirking now knowing how much you too loathed the high title he had seemed to start calling you.

With a frustrated breath your eyes narrowed at his, “If you shall call me my lady, then I will call you my King.” You too didn’t enjoy how the high title rolled off his lips. You were anything but a lady even in the dress you protested but had been convinced of.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he finally came back to his senses and let his hands go of your waist. You feared to admit how much you had enjoyed his touch and closeness, “I suppose that is fair, Callia.”

Stepping forward to straighten his collar you could only smile up at him in adoration, “You look very handsome tonight. Who knew you cleaned up so well?”

He took your hand in his once more, “It took a fair bit of work. But I must say, it is you who shines the brightest tonight.”

He had never complimented you so forthright before it drew a small gasp out of your very own mouth, “You are most kind to me. Thank you Aragorn.” You were suddenly thankful you had put some makeup on. You were praying it was covering up the sure-fire pink tint that was bound to be covering your cheeks.

He watched as you turned away from him, “You must get back to your advisor. He looks very weary over in the corner.” You tried a good excuse to walk away from him. He was suddenly becoming too much even for you.

“Wait,” You stopped and turned back to him with that subtle blush coating your face. When you stopped he continued, “Come take a walk with me. I wish to talk with just you.” His darting eyes let you know people were listening, always listening in now that he had such a high title.

“As you wish.” You followed him as he left the hall as discretely as he could.

The two of you had made it all the way to the gardens before he had spoken once more, “I want to thank you, Y/N.” By speaking your true born name, you knew this was serious. There was no playfulness of my lady or the knowing name of Callie. Y/N.

You had no clue where this was coming from. Truly, you rattled your mind for further thoughts before you gave in, “Whatever for?”

He smiled as he led you down the path of roses he had grown fond of in his short time here, “For always being there for me. You have shown up for me time and time yet again.” He paused taking your hand in his before placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Had he no idea what he was doing to you?

“You are my truest friend.” You answered honestly after a few long moments of trying your hardest not to cave into whatever was taking over your mind. He was your friend! Only a friend. That is all he had ever wanted. He was simply thanking you for the journey. That was all. One chapter of your lives had closed and the next was to begin. You had to wonder where you would end up. In the capital being a guard? Roaming the woodland realms for danger? Head home and care for your aging parents? The choices were endless for your new life.

He let out a short laugh, “For that you are. May I tell you something?”

“Anything.” The response was so automatic it almost took you by surprise.

“If not for you, I would not be here.” He spoke quickly.

It took you much longer to process those words, “What do you mean?”

“If I had not known you would always be there I would not be king.” He smiled as his eyes traced your nervous face. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever known. How had he gotten so lucky with you? And by any other stroke of luck, you would accept his next question that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

“I am not sure what you mean Aragorn.” Your heart rate sped up just a tad as he stepped back from you. He fished something out of his robe pocked. Your eyes went wide as he held an old relic. A beautiful ring covered in gemstones.

“You have always been there for me Y/N. I fear nobody could ever take that place. I wish nobody to take that place. For I am the happiest when I am with you. Those last six months have not been good for me. But now that I am back with you I feel whole once again. There is no lady that could take your place Y/N. For your place is next to me.” The last words to come out of his mouth almost came out as a whisper for even he was nervous. The mighty King of Gondor afraid of some feelings he had almost his entire life. Oh, how his father would be laughing now.

Your heart rate kicked it up another notch. It felt like you had been training it was racing so fast, “Forgive me, I fear I am not enough…”

He stopped you this time though by placing a gentle finger on your lips, “I wish to not hear you speak poorly of yourself. For I do not respect those words. I will never believe them. I do know your entirely Y/N. Please, do me the honor of letting me court you.”

Your breath had been taken from you now, “You like me?” You had managed to get out feeling oddly faint.

“I love you.” He said so effortlessly you weren’t sure you had him quite right.

Your eyes turned up to his as he stepped closer to you, “You love me?”

A quick nod came from his head as his eyes bore right into yours, “I do.”

“I love you, too.” You spoke back before you could let your thoughts get the better of you.

His hands moved to your cheeks as he held you in his own, “For nearly seventy years I have yearned to hear those words from your lips.”

“For that long?” You asked in bewilderment to his statement. How had he kept it from you with such ease? It amazed you he had managed to be so stoic when you had been so obvious. Why had he fought it for so long?

He did what you least expected and bowed down to you, slowly. He had made sure you knew his intention, “I may not have always been wise to it but indeed. I have always loved you.”

You nodded quickly, your smile beaming brighter than ever before. He was sure that was his new favorite look on you, “Yea.”

“Yea?” He asked you as confirmation.

“I accept. I would be honored to stand by your side Aragorn.” Before you could bow to him he caught your chin in his hand shaking his hand to let you know that would be most unnecessary.

“You are doing me the honor.” He fastened the necklace with the ring on your neck tucking it underneath the top of your dress. His hands trailed down your sides resting on your hip for longer than he should have. He needed to take a step back or he would kiss you. Not that you wouldn’t let him, no. He was sure you would be more than happy about it. He simply wanted to charm you before he kissed you. He would not rush into this with you. For he had taken nearly seventy years to admit how he had felt. What was a little longer?

“You made it, Strider. You did it.” You brushed his wavy hair away from his face knowing that would be the last time you referred to him as such. From here forth he would be Aragorn. And you would wed him. How a life you dreamed of had come to fruition was beyond you.

He shook his head grabbing at your hands once more, “We made it. We did it.” He spoke of all the wishes the two of you spoke about in your many long nights. The dreams had seemed to come truer than either of you could have imagined. It almost didn’t feel real.

You nodded with nothing but love in your eyes, “Indeed, we did it.”

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Till We Meet Again

Aragorn x plus size reader

No names, no words but a promise to keep.

Warnings:  smut, pre-lotr, barmaid!reader, Aragorn is not with Arwen, minimal dialogue, unprotected sex, little bit ooc aragorn, semi-public sex, creampie, one night stand

WC: 1.6k

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Music rang loudly in her ears, making her head throb, but Y/N kept a smile on her face as she wove through the throngs of drunk patrons, arms ladened with half empty mugs of ale. The bottom few inches of her deep green dress had already been soaked with spilled beverages and mud from the patron’s boots.

She despised working in a pub on nights like this but the pay was good and the owner had given her a room for free along with three hot meals a day so she couldn’t complain too much. “More ale!” A voice shouted from the crowd, prompting another deafening cheer. 

Slamming her wide hip into the kitchen door, it swung open and Y/N was able to escape the chaos. The sounds of celebration and overly drunk men dulled by the heavy wood but not completely blocked out, providing the dimly lit room with a calming white noise. The wooden cups slammed heavy against the bucket she dumped them in. “I swear they get more rowdy every night.” She muttered to herself.

Quickly, she set to scrubbing the mugs clean, well clean enough, it wasn’t like they would care. As she was elbow deep in soap and water, her mind wandered to the mysterious man that would enter the pub every Thursday night. He would not speak to anyone, simply sit in the furthest corner of the large room, smoking his pipe and drinking. He always wore a dark cloak over his face but once in a blue moon, Y/N would catch a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

He had enchanted her without so much as saying a word. For hours everyday, she would dream about who he must’ve been. He was too tall to be a dwarf or a hobbit and too broad to be an elf. Yet she had seen no men like him before. She imagined he was a prince or a knight from a far off land, betrayed by his people and destined to wander the world on his own for the rest of his days.

She wondered what his voice sounded like, was it as deep and mysterious as himself? What colour were his eyes? She hoped they were brown, a deep bronze like the bark of the oldest trees in Middle Earth. Gods, what she wouldn’t give to even have his large hands graze her shoulders as he moved by her. 

The last of the mugs was hung up to dry. Y/N hauled the container of soapy water, that was now a deep brown, up on her hip, and strolled out of the building’s back door. The cool night air was a reprieve against her warm skin, blowing away the stress of the night. She hummed a soft tune as she tipped the bucket out over the small patch of wild flowers she had planted by the stables a few seasons ago.

There were only a couple horses housed in the small building that night, which meant she didn’t have to double check if they were all tied up. Y/N fitted the now empty bucket in the indent in the grass where it was usually placed. 

She turned but her movement was halted by a strong chest. She stumbled back, quickly losing her footing and a large, warm hand took her by the upper arm, keeping her in place. “Oh.” It was the man.

His hood was down and she was able to truly see his face. He was handsome, there was no doubt, with regal features that spoke of a powerful lineage. Dark hair was tied up out of his face, making his eyes shine brightly.

They were blue.

——————

The wood dug painfully into her hips but she could not bring herself to care. Her dress was hiked up over her backside, the soaked hem quickly wetting the middle of her back. Strong hands held her down against the table she was bent over, deep grunts in her ear. Her shoes had been knocked off her feet several minutes ago so now her bare toes dug into the mud as she struggled to take his brutal thrusts. 

He had not spoken a word, only having held her gently to him, a muscular arm winding easily around her thick waist as he smiled down at her.

Suddenly, she found herself in the near empty stable, his mouth on hers, their tongues tangled together in a lustful dance. His hands were everywhere at once, guiding her plump body to where he wanted her and evidently, that was with her ass angled up so he could plunge his thick cock deep within her.

His front pressed tightly to her back, their fingers intertwined on the table, his lips against her ear, occasionally pressing kisses to the lobe. Pleasure twisted in her gut, curling and tangling like a ribbon in the wind. His thrusts became a subtle roll of the hips, delaying her orgasm even for a few seconds.

Y/N let out a pitiful whine from deep in her chest as he pulled out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. He chuckled softly at the sight but did not tease. Gently, he spun her around and without even a hitch in his breath, lifted her onto the table and stepped between her large thighs. 

Green fabric pooled around her hips as he entered her again. Y/N’s head rolled back on her shoulders, struggling to breathe, he seemed even deeper this time. The tip of his manhood moving against something deep within her that made her vision swim and her mind go blank. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft hair, loosening it from the simple braid it was in. Chapped lips descended onto her throat, biting and sucking the delicate skin, leaving huge marks that she would discover later. He easily drove her higher and higher, her quim fluttered around his length as she desperately gasped for air.

The man held her as close as he could, bringing her legs up to wrap around his thin waist, her ankles locking across his ass. Her moans were melodic, getting louder with each thrust. She was burning, the ember deep within her growing to a raging fire, consuming her being. He fuelled the flame and contained it, letting her burn brightly but not so much as to destroy herself.

She was pleading, begging for him as he hung off the edge of ecstasy, needing one more push to finally succumb. A calloused thumb easily fit against her swollen pearl, strumming it like a fine instrument, making her sing. When her orgasm finally crested, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her body trembled in his embrace, clinging to him like he was an anchor in the storm of pleasure. Her stomach was pulled tight. Rolling her hips, she rode out the waves, grinding down on his cock. His teeth sunk into her pulse point, his breath shaky. 

Y/N cried out as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. His cock throbbed within her as his moans filled her ears. She cradled him to her neck, her nose against his temple, inhaling his manly scent, trying to memorise it. “Please.” She whispered. “Please.”

She shivered as he exploded within her, filling her womb with his warmth. The man’s hands slipped down to her full ass and yanked her forward, his softening cock keeping his seed inside her. 

They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, savouring the silence of the night. With one last, deep kiss, he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and cold. “Shhh.” He cooed and cupped her jaw in an attempt to sooth her as he pulled her dress back down and lifted her into his arms.

Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed her. Nuzzling her nose into his neck, Y/N relaxed in his hold. It was comforting, being held like this, like she was the most precious thing in the world. With only a couple strides, he brought her into the backroom, gently laying her on the small cot in the corner.

Eyes heavy with sleep, she allowed him to wrap his cloak around her. Laying a tender kiss to her forehead as she drifted to sleep, he finally spoke. “Im will tul- back an cin nin mel.”

——————

The spring had been kind this year, bringing pleasantly warm weather and fields of newly bloomed flowers. The world was healing after being infected with darkness for so long. Y/N smiled as the warm breeze washed over her.

The windows and doors of her small isolated cabin were thrown open to allow fresh air to blow through the homestead. A small blur ran past her and into the fields of wildflowers, giggling happily in the sunshine. She knew she should warn the child not to run far but she could not bring herself to dull his bright smile.

“Leryaro! Stay close to the house!” She got an affirmative squeal in reply as he danced through the flowers that were almost as tall as himself. He was so much like his father, with his dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to read her soul every time he looked at her. It had been years since the man at the pub and yet she thought of him each time she watched her boy.

“I hope I am not too late.”

Identical blue eyes looked pleadingly at her from her doorway. He looked exactly the same, just a little more tired, a little more worn down. Y/N grinned softly. “You’re just in time.”

Translations: Im will tul- back an cin nin mel - I will come back for you my love Leryaro - free man

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Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

Summary: Just a cute little one shot of Dirk and a gn reader centered around the monsoon season :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week with almost no break, which was unusual for your desert home. Granted, your neighborhood was a good 30-minute drive from the rest of the city in a more mountainous part of town with no street lights and full of hicks, so your house usually got more rain than the rest of town.

You inherited this property from your parents, your siblings had all moved out of state and had lives of their own, so they were content with you taking care of the house. 

You had always liked the rain, given you were raised in a city with very little of it to start with. The smell of the creosote bushes and the sound of the water droplets hitting the desert floor calmed you. 

To keep yourself company, aside from the tortoises that you inherited alongside the house (they weren’t very, uh, social) and your two cats, you adopted an Australian Shepard named Strawberry. Kitty and Karma were skeptical at first, but came around eventually. 

Right now though, you were sitting on your back patio drinking a cup of warm tea by your propane fireplace. It was nice to finally relax from your day at work. Strawberry was curled up at your feet, too afraid to go out into the yard because of the rain. 

Your favorite pair of brothers were supposed to fly in from their Texas apartment next week. As much as you loved the rain, you really hoped the storm system would pass by then.

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timaeusTestified Today at 7:27 PM

What are you doing rn?

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:28 PM

why don’t you ever change your server nickname

i’m on the back porch 

why

timaeusTestified Today at 7:28 PM

So you’re home

Good 

Can you open up, it’s fucking raining out here.

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:29 PM

W

hat

You and Dave are here???

Fucking

Hold on

─── timaeusTestified is typing... ───

You rushed to open the front door, not really caring what his response was because you already knew. 

You stared at the two blonds on the covered front porch in absolute disbelief. They were both drenched like they walked over in the rain, which they probably did. Rideshare services only ever went to the end of the paved road, which completely misses your house as your street was just dirt and loose gravel.

“.....What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dave slapped the back of his brother’s head, knocking his triangle shades askew (“Dude!”). The exhaustion and exasperation were clear in his voice as he pointlessly asked Dirk if he remembered to tell you their flight was changed. Obviously, he did not.

“Roxy had to change our flight to an earlier one, and this one-” he glared at his brother pointedly- “was supposed to text you about it.”

The rain had started to pick up just as you ushered the brothers into your house. Strawberry didn’t bark at them, luckily, but because she was still only 3 years old she was excitedly jumping and sniffing around.

“Fuckin idiots, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I’ve been home for hours!” you grumble quietly while trying to push Strawberry away. 

Dirk sheepishly while adjusting his sunglasses to sit correctly on the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, (Y/n)...”

“Never mind that, both of you need to go take warm showers. Now.”

“Yes ma’am!” 

You stared blankly as they ran off in different directions. They had both stayed over enough that they might as well have lived here before you did, so they knew their way around. 

The younger two Striders’ parents were never around because of work, and their older twin brothers (both were only ever addressed as ‘Bro’ so even now as an adult, you had no idea what their names were) were horrible at guardianship. When they were 8 and 10, their brothers finally got legal guardianship over them and promptly moved to your city for college. The boys became quick friends with you at school and would stay the night a lot before they moved back to Texas at the end of the 8th-grade year. 

But enough back story, that isn’t what you’re here for. 

Seeing as your boys were taking their sweet ass time in the shower (probably using up all of your favorite soaps, to be honest), and you hadn’t eaten since you got home many hours ago, you got started making a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was suiting since the dry air mixed with rain for the past week just made everyone cold. Especially since your house was solely tile, apart from the occasional accent rug in some of the (rather large) rooms. 

Once the vegetables and chicken were done, you added the broth to the pot and turned the heat down. Satisfied with how it was going, you turned your attention to their half-open luggage still sitting in the entryway.

You set their things into each of your guest bedrooms for them- who are you kidding, these were their bedrooms; They both decorated them as they saw fit after the 5th consecutive month-long fly-out to visit you. There was no such thing as a guest bedroom in this house. Unless you decided to convert your office space back into a bedroom, and you really didn’t want to do that. Both rooms were furnished with a full-size bed, a desk with a complete setup, a 50-inch wall-mounted TV, and whatever else the two decided they needed in their rooms.

Dirk and Dave returned to the open living space from their much-needed showers to see you curled up on the couch under a blanket eating your soup and watching something on the TV.

You took notice of them, of course, sending them off to get their soup before they joined you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everyone had long since bid each other goodnight, and yet at nearly 2 in the morning, you sat up in bed abruptly, scaring off your cats who lifted their heads in surprise at your movement. You would usually be found asleep by now, but for some reason, you just couldn’t tonight. Not even the gentle pitter-patter of the rain droplets on your windows could lull you to sleep.

This is what I get for forgetting to buy another bottle of melatonin, you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to go brew a cup of chamomile tea.

You just set your cast iron teapot on the stove to heat the water when a phone flashlight nearly blinded you. The owner of said light moved it towards the floor once they noticed you squinting at the brightness.

“Sorry... again,” Dirk chuckled. “What are you doing up?”

His iconic triangle shades were left on his bedside table, leaving you to stare into his bright orange eyes. 

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to make some tea,” you stated. “What are you doing up Mr. I couldn’t sleep the entire 2-hour plane ride? If anything, you should be, like, in a coma right now.”

You and Dirk broke the beat of silence with hushed chuckles.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. He looked at the ceiling with a smile, thinking about it. “I guess I was just so excited to come back and it hasn’t worn off just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the teapot off the stove after examining the water with your phone flashlight. You put your teabag in to brew, as Dirk just stared at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Content maybe? He did always say that this house felt more like a home to him than quite literally anywhere else he’d lived throughout his life.

Yeah. Content. It couldn’t be anything other than that, you thought to yourself bitterly as well as sadly.

You had no idea when it happened, or how, but you knew that you had been in love with the orange-eyed blond for some time now. Trying to distance yourself from these feelings only made you feel like shit, like you were keeping a secret from your childhood friend, but you could never gather up the courage to confess to him either. Once again, this is because he was your best friend.

“The rain is still going, huh?” Dirk spoke up, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

You looked out the window on the backdoor, listening and watching as the rain poured down. It was barely noticeable from where you stood, but you could tell that the wash running through your backyard was flowing.

“It’s been like this all week, Dirk,” you smiled. “Did you even read any of my messages?”

He only hummed in response, accompanied by a quite obvious rolling of his eyes.

“So...”

“So...?”

“Um-” Hello? Dirk Strider never in his life started with an um. Is he nervous- “You can totally say no, but... can I.... hang out in your room tonight?”

Pink dusted itself over his freckled cheeks and his eyes started darting around nervously. He was looking anywhere but at you. You stifled a giggle as best as you could (he still heard it and by god, her laugh is gorgeous) before telling him you didn’t see a problem with it.

Your LED lights illuminated the room when you turned them on before you lowered their brightness to a soft glow. 

“You can sleep in here, too, if you want,” you said when he noticeably jumped at the sound of thunder reverberating through the house. 

“Thanks...”

It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the two of you drifted off to sleep. Half awake, Dirk pulled you close to his chest and tucked your head under his chin as you lay under the covers. Unknowingly, you snuggled into his warm embrace (seriously, he was like a human space heater). 

It all felt so natural to him, like he’d been doing it forever. 

He absentmindedly feathered a kiss to the crown of your head before he drifted off to sleep himself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Waking up in Dirk’s arms and the smell of his cologne was a frightening (for 2 seconds while you gathered your bearings) then pleasant experience. It almost pained you to pull yourself out of bed, but given that it was just past 11 am and you had a sleep schedule to keep for work, you had to. You gently removed Dirk’s arms from around your torso and got ready for the day.

You knew that the Striders had planned to be your roomies for a month, and given that your house was beginning to dwindle on supplies you should probably go to the store for groceries. You made a quick list of what you needed to buy before heading out - not without a note stuck on the fridge, of course.

Just as you closed the garage, Dirk woke up to an empty bed. He laid there for a good 20 minutes trying to fight off waking up so he could go back to dreaming, but alas, the morning called.

Dave also staved off his brother’s sleep by making an absolute racket in the kitchen a few feet outside your bedroom door, but I digress. 

“G’mornin’....” he groggily stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Shoppin’, if the rain doesn’ make traffic too bad I’d guess she’ll be home pretty soon.”

Kitty circled around Dirk’s legs, rubbing against him and meowing.

“I jus’ fed her and Karma, fuckin’ whore,” Dave said in irritation. Since Dirk knew his brother loved cats, especially these two, he knew there wasn’t any actual malice behind his words.

“Aha!” Dave shouted in glee, almost startling Dirk off his chair at the island. “I finally found where (Y/n) hid the Life!”

Dave made bowls for the two of them and began pestering his brother about being in your room.

“I knew you had a crush on her but I never took you for a snooper,” he teased.

“I wasn’ snoopin’, asshat. (Y/n) let me sleep in their bed last night since we both couldn’t sleep, and the thunder got bad.”

“And yet I slep’ like a baby.”

“Yeah, well, I got attacked by the fridge full of swords more than you did.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot who never learned not to open the fridge.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dave looked at his brother seriously all of a sudden, his teasing laughter ceasing near immediately. Dirk glanced back at him in surprise. 

“What?”

“When are you goin’ to tell them?”

“I-” Dirk was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening, and your car pulling in. He glanced at the garage door for a moment before answering his brother.

“Soon. I think.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That evening, Dave convinced the two of you to have a movie night. Halfway through whatever it was you were watching (Dave picked, it was some indie movie his boyfriend liked), you could feel yourself beginning to feel sleepy. Dirk took notice of you starting to nod off and let you rest your head in his lap; he started to absentmindedly play with your hair, which only made you fall asleep faster.

Not that you could see it, but Dirk was smiling softly with pink dusting his cheeks once more. A few minutes of playing with your hair later, he too began to feel tired. He adjusted the position you were in to where he could lay back on the couch with you held firmly to his chest, your legs tangled together.

By the end of the movie, you and Dirk had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch (Dave was really the only one watching it anyway, so it wasn’t like it was hard not to).

It was late into the night by the time you woke up, still snuggled into Dirk’s chest. Dave had long since turned off the TV and gone to his room to video call Karkat. It was just the two of you.

You inhaled heavily, before gently untangling yourself from the blond’s grasp after a few minutes of soaking in the moment. Your hunger pains trumped cuddling with the man you were deeply in love with.

You had decided to just make dinner for the three of you. The storm started up again as soon as the food was almost ready. You looked out the windows to the back porch, watching the torrent of rainfall onto the desert landscape of your backyard. It was really coming down hard now.

Dirk finally sat up from his spot on the couch to look over at you, unknown to you. He stared at you, completely enamored just at the sight of your bedhead and tired eyes gazing out the window at the rain. 

You caught his gaze when you turned around to grab serving dishes from a cabinet. 

“Good Morning sleepy head,” you smiled. “Dinner is ready, could you go let Dave know?”

Dirk swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly tasting like cotton. Should I..?

“Dirk?”

“Can I... talk to you?” The orange-eyed blond flicked his uncovered eyes from you around the room, nervousness practically oozing from his awkwardly stood form against the back of the couch. 

“Talk to you...?” you mumbled. “Sure, I’ll, uh, grab my shoes and we’ll go outside.”

Dirk took the lead walking out back. He led you down the stone pathway from the porch and to the gazebo. Why did he want to walk out there when it was raining (well, sprinkling now, desert storms die down quickly), you had no clue. 

“What’s up?” You asked. “You seem... weird. Is something wrong?”

Quietly, Dirk lit the oil lamp on the table under the gazebo. Raindrops made a soft pitter-patter, then dribbled down the steel roof. 

“I- this is probably a bit blunt, but I wanted to confess to you,” he once again flicked his eyes around. 

....

“What did you want to confess?”

You could feel your own nervousness start to bubble up. You tried to observe the man in front of you, wanting an answer from his body language for your question. You took note of the raindrops in his spiked, blond hair, and how the light from the oil lamp made his gorgeous orange eyes shine like neon signs in the dark of the rainy night.

He was gorgeous, meaning he was way out of your league, and in no way meant ‘confess to you’ as in ‘I am in love with you’.

Right? Right!?

“I know you know what I meant, (Y/n),” he deadpanned.

You swallowed the spit that accrued in your long moment of thinking, still nervous.

“You.. You love me?”

“I... Yeah, I love you, (Y/n).”

There were no more words that needed to be said. The two of you simply gave each other a look that confirmed the thoughts both of you had. The feeling was mutual. For years, the two of you had been pinning for each other, and finally, one of you had said something.

Dirk moved to put his hands on your waist, his lips barely brushing past yours. “Will you give me the honor of being yours?” He whispered.

An absolute blushing mess, you whispered back, “Only if you’ll let me be yours.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

And so, the two of you kissed under the palely lit gazebo in the soft desert rain.

#dirk strider x reader #homestuck #out of character #very much so #gn y/n

[percedal-writes4u]

Ahh hi!! I saw that you are doing x y/n playlist requests and it sort of,, caught my eye! Literally. I was wondering if you could do one for Dave Strider? Just a playlist about dancing around with him in like a kitchen or something at 3 am lol

Some songs I'd suggest are Dance, Baby! by boy pablo, September by Earth, Wind, and Fire, and 8TEEN by Khalid? Just songs that have a cool dance beat to it that you'd sort of,, imagine dancing with someone to! No specific genre I guess? If that makes any sense at all-

Thank you for taking the time to read this though! :) I hope you have a wonderful day!!

This is my first time answering something like this ^^ tysm for requesting something aswell^^ totally made my day anyways I really hope the link works !!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5dFLjeAFyD7Mv6VwYRgXS1?si=9EpuPLHVTWOwSReku-JOHw&utm_source=copy-link

■■character requested : Dave strider from homestuck

●●Theme : I stuck to songs I think dave would listen and dance too but also threw in some romantic songs idk if that's the relationship you wanted but that's where I went with it , I had added the songs you had suggested and kept to the theme of those songs :)) I didn't really stick to the dancing in the kitchen part of the promt sorry ab that

■■time of playlist: ab 4 hours and 12 minutes

Since it was my first request and still had some motivation I had kinda drawn YN and dave dancing ^^

(All Yns will look different none of them will look the same unless reused )

#homestuck x reader #dave strider #dave strider x reader #Dave strider x reader #homestuck x y/n #homestuck #playlists #consept

[faeriichaii]

hiii! Hope you're doing well <3 if it's not much trouble could I request Legolas x reader where the ring fellowship one night stopped at some kind of inn to rest, and reader happens to be a musician that performed there that night and catches the interest of Legolas??you can make up the rest of the plot !Thank you 🫶🫶

Music to My Ears ~ Legolas x Reader

A/N: Hii thank you for asking I'm doing fine atm <33 I hope you're doing all right as well! Thank you so much for requesting!! I love the idea and I really hope you love the story :) Ngl I even listened to like some tavern ambience stuff to really get into the groove haha

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol (Just a bit cause Gimli) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ A'maelamin ~ My Beloved ࿐ྂ

Summary: A trip to the tavern results in you not just winning new fans over with your music, but also winning the heart of a certain elven prince.

Rain was pouring down as you walked through the busy streets, trying to find your destination. Stopping in front of a wooden building, you look up towards the sign that read ‘The King’s Head’. Entering through the door, you were greeted by loud laughter and chatter from various customers, who sat at their tables to take a relaxing break after their hard days. You have been working as a musician for quite a while and moved from one place to another, making a name for yourself on the way. “Welcome to ‘The King’s Head’. What can I get ya?” A woman asked you, as she mustered you from head to toe with a smile. Realization dawned upon her as she started to recognize you. “Hello, I am here for the performance of the night. Do you maybe know where my room is, so I can leave my baggage there and prepare myself?” Nodding brightly, the woman walked behind the bar counter, got a set of keys and signed you to follow her up the stairs.

“(Y/N) it is an honour to have you play for us tonight!” You smile at her, before she started to open the door for you. “I am happy for the invitation to play my song in this lovely tavern.” At that the woman grins, handing you the keys and leaving you alone in the room. It was a small room with a small wooden bed on the right side and a bedside table. You put your bag on the bed, before taking out your violin, strumming it and playing a few notes before leaving the room. While walking out the door you bump into the back of someone. “Oh- Excuse me I didn’t watch where I was going.” You say, before continuing to walk down to start your performance, not noticing the gaze of a certain elven prince linger on your disappearing figure.

Taking your place on the small makeshift stage, the waitress from before appeared again. Clapping twice into her hands, she silences the tavern. Now that the attention was set on the both of you, she stepped aside a little to introduce you warmly. “Dear guests, please welcome the star of the night, (Y/N)!” Claps and cheers filled the space, as you put your violine in its right place and began with your most known song. People started to stand up, taking others hands and began to dance around happily while laughing and chatting with glee. Some even started to sing with you, almost as if they knew your songs by heart like you did.

Letting your gaze wander across the tavern, you notice an intriguing party at one of the tables. Four hobbits were dancing around the table, while a dwarf laughed loudly with a pint of ale in his hand. Beside him sat two men, one who you knew as the strider. You two once met in a tavern a few months ago and conversed for a bit, sharing stories of your adventures, leading you two to become somewhat acquaintances. However, the other man is unknown to you. His long white hair was braided at the sides, making him reveal his pointy ears. A smile spreads on your lips as you catch his eyes staring at you, making him quickly turn his attention towards his smaller companion.

After a few more songs you take a quick break, to hydrate yourself and grab some food that the waitress prepared for you. Looking around the full tavern, you spot an empty seat beside Aragorn and decide to approach the table. “Is this seat taken?” You ask him with your plate in one hand and the drink in the other. “Long time no see (Y/N). I see you have really made yourself a name.” He smiles at you, before pulling out the chair. “What brings you here on this stormy night Strider?” “We are on an important journey, however I can’t really tell you more.” You look around the table, stopping at the ethereal looking elf beside him.

“Let me introduce you to the company. The hobbits dancing around are Merry and Pippin. Big fans of yours apparently. And these two are Sam and Frodo.” The both opposite of you give you a small wave, before continuing to eat, meanwhile the two dancing around stand beside you with pleading eyes. “Are you going to perform ‘The Elfin Knight’? It’s one of our favourites!” “How can I say no, now that you have asked me so nicely.” You smile at them, before they skip away. “My half-drunk friend is called Gimli and this,” Aragorn stops a moment to scoot back with his chair, so you can clearly see the man beside him. “This is Legolas.” You smile at him softly. “Pleased to make your acquaintance (Y/N).” “The pleasure is all mine.” Staring into his brown eyes you notice a golden swirl around them, making them look like the purest form of jewels. “Legolas just told me how much he enjoyed the songs you played so far.” You giggle at the confession and see a gentle smile grace the elven princes beautiful face, making him look almost like an actual angel.

“I will grab something from the bar.” Aragorn says, before disappearing into the crowd of people. Taking the now empty spot beside you, Legolas leans towards you. “Your music is very capturing. Can you maybe even play a song from the elven realms?” “I’m sure I will be able to play a song just for you.” He chuckles at that, making your heart melt on the spot at the soft sound. “I hold you to that promise.” His hand delicately brushes against yours for a split second, making you feel just a little bit warmer. Focusing your gaze on his eyes once more, you gasp softly at the warmth that radiates from them. “You have really beautiful eyes.” You remark, melting at the way they crinkle when he lets out a light laugh. “I think your eyes might shine more like mine. They look like they could rival against any star in the dark night sky.” A pink tinge accompanies your face at his heartfelt compliment.

After you finished your dinner, as well as your lovely chat with the elf, you fulfilled the wishes of Merry, Pippin and Legolas with the last few songs of the night. Grabbing the money for your performance from the waitress, you prepare to go back to your room for the night. However, before you get a chance to leave, the elven prince approaches you once more. “I really loved your performance.” “Thank you very much. Does this mean I can count you as one of my admirers now?” You ask him teasingly. “I think I might actually now be your number one admirer.” He responses while taking your hand in his. “It is quite sad that your performance is already over and the chances are slim that you might want to join our company, right?” “Even if I wish to join you and your friends on the journey, I sadly can’t. I am not really good with weapons and won’t be of good use to you.” A slight sadness washes over his face, however it dissipates as quickly as it came. Suddenly he gently pulls your hand towards his lips, giving it a kiss. Heat floods your cheeks at the sweet gesture. “I hope to meet you again sometime A’maelamin.” With these last words, he leaves your side and takes a part of your heart with him.

Weeks pass and you are once again playing your songs in a small tavern in a new village. The newest edition of your songs called ‘A lovely pool of honey’ Your eyes travel across the various dancing people until they spot a very familiar company at the table. Setting for a familiar set of honey kissed brown eyes, you smile brightly while your heart once again flows with warmth and love for the song you wrote for your one ethereal elven muse.

#legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas lotr #the lord of the rings #lotr legolas #lord of the rings #fluff #the lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr movies #legolas #lord of the rings fic #lotr #middle earth #lord of the rings legolas #x reader

[aphrogeneias]

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: it was supposed to be a normal trip to the record shop, but he was lucky enough to see a different side of you when you thought no one was looking.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: eddie's pov, no use of y/n, fluff, more flirting, eddie gets melancholic, lord of the rings references

author's note: short but sweet. again, only a few new lines were added.

series masterlist

2.

Summer came and went, but you stayed.

Not a lot of things stayed in Eddie's life — with the exception of Wayne and his seemingly endless high school career. One was his safe place, something steady he could hold on to through the ever tumultuous years of his childhood and adolescence. The other felt like some kind of penitence he had to pay. For being himself, maybe? Though that was not a crime, not for Eddie, at least.

It felt like he was drifting, wandering aimlessly from one day to another, trying to stay afloat. In his worse days, he often remembered the words of Strider, "not all those who wander are lost". However, unlike Aragorn, Eddie wasn't destined for greatness, he was simply, completely and utterly, lost in life.

It was a miracle, the steadiness of your presence. It didn’t make sense to him how someone like you would give someone like him the time of day, let alone hours of it, but he didn’t dare question it. You stayed, and that was enough for him.

He wished you would be the next thing that would take hold in his life. As naive as it felt. He wasn't used to craving something the way he craved seeing you, just being near you.

As the months got colder and the school year started, you fell into a comfortable rhythm. He’d visit the shop almost everyday, and you’d always be waiting for him with something new — a song, a record, a new mixtape. Sometimes, it was music you knew he’d like — like when Dio released Sacred Heart and you had a copy waiting for him before he could even call you to ask if you had one. Eddie was convinced he hasn’t stopped smiling since then, — but in others, you tried to make him venture out of his comfort zone.

It never worked, not really, but he appreciated it nonetheless. For the most part, he appreciated the way you eagerly greeted him, pulling him behind the counter and giving him a tape with no other explanation other than “listen to this, it will change your life”, and the spark in your eyes as you waited for him to tell you what his thoughts were. It almost made him feel bad to tell you he didn’t like it, but he also liked the way your lips looked when you pouted as he did.

Eddie was well aware “just friends” didn’t stare at their “just friend’s” lips, but he was trying not to think too much about that.

One of those days, where he sped through the school’s parking lot, leaving a trail of smoke and a heavy guitar riff screeching behind him, heading towards the city in a rush after another nightmarish day. His first thought while getting into his van was visiting you — as all of his thoughts tended to run towards lately, you permeated his mind like a broken record, turning and turning, endlessly.

He almost ran from where his van was parked in the street, right in front of the building where a red neon sign illuminated the words RECORDS, TAPES AND CASSETTES at the front, but before he could pass through the glass doors, he stopped in his tracks.

Eddie Munson could not believe his eyes — you were dancing. The store was empty, he didn't know where your co-workers were, but he was there earlier than usual. You were swaying to the beat of a song he couldn't hear yet, hips moving from side to side, arms following their own rhythm. It almost looked like you were floating, stuck in your own world.

The smile that grew on his lips was faster than he could hide it.

The bell above the door rang as he pushed through it, making you freeze on the spot. All Eddie could do was keep grinning, like a cheshire cat. You turned slowly, only to be greeted by him, a mischievous look in his dark eyes. "Don't stop on my account."

"How long have you been standing there?" You sounded out of breath, your hand resting right above your heart, half obscuring your Velvet Underground t-shirt.

"I just got here." He justified himself. "Don't worry, it was cute as hell."

Avoiding his eyes, you turned to the pile of records on the counter beside you. "It could be worse, I guess. At least it's just you."

"Just me?" Pretending to be heartbroken, perhaps not pretending that much, he brought his closed fist to his chest, dramatically staging a stabbing that ended on him sprawling over the nearest counter. "Oh, my lady, you wound me."

Raising his torso up from the flat surface, he looked straight at you, with a deadpan expression. "Sorry, just me." He pretended to correct himself.

"You're such an idiot." You laughed. It sounded like heaven, though Eddie was not sure what heaven should sound like. "I just meant that… I'm not embarrassed because… I know you."

There was something more lingering behind what you'd just told him, but he didn't let himself get hung up on that, at least not yet. As he assimilated you'd just said, you continued. "What I mean is I feel comfortable around you. That's all. Can't say that about everyone."

If his heart could have grown cartoon wings and flown around, it would. Then, Eddie did what he knew best, hid himself behind the armor of his slightly acid humor.

It was only slight with you, though. Let it be known.

"You could be dancing to better music." He pointed, hoping to spark up a reaction. Vaguely, he recognized the duo of female voices singing in the background, a hit from the decade before. "Kind of expected better, sweetheart."

"I shouldn't have known you didn't like ABBA, of course you don't." You playfully rolled your eyes. "Do you even have a soul?"

"No, actually. I sold mine to the devil, didn't you hear?"

"Yeah, sure. How could I forget?"

When, a week from there, Eddie appeared with a shirt that said "DISCO SUCKS" in bold letters at the center of his chest, you flipped him the bird before he could even say "hello", and his heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

[yourdarlingness]

Forest Adventurer themed　names , pronouns , titles

✦　requested by @silverdoescringeffs524　...　other slightly similar npt (link)

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

cypress . cider . basil . flynn . willow . sage . rosa . ipomea . elowen . rune . hawthorne . thorne . forrest . archer . everest . everett . aster . lief . wren . finn(ley) . echo . quill . lucinda . lucy . lucky . pebble . river . lake . alfie . ashe . striker . story . strider

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

se ser . pi pix . si strike . vi vier . ey em . qu quest . le leaf . fe fer(n) . bee bees . mo moth . h✦ h✦m . sh✦ h✦r . th✦y th✦m . hi hits . ci cir . jou jour ney

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the forest adventurer . the adventurer who treks through the woods . the [x] who ventures through the forest . prn* grassy scent . the adventurer who dwells in the forests . the nature-loving [x] . prn* arduous path

#✦ —— @yourdarlingness . #『 🎀 』 ◞◟ with creativity uncaged #npt list #npt ideas #npt suggestions #npt pack #npts #npt #id pack #name ideas #names #name suggestions #name list #pronoun ideas #pronoun list #pronoun sets #pronouns #neopronoun suggestions #neopronoun help #neopronoun ideas #neopronouns #title help #titles #title suggestions #title list #mogai friendly

[jolieterestrial]

ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!

Thranduil x fem!reader

Basically: thranduil finds out about santa’s helper elfs from A human passer by in eryngallen and is reaaaaallly confused [not proof read]

Christmas came early? Btw the Reader is from present reality planted into Tolkien-verse. Enjoy!

Woodland realm to a human was particularly magical with their found family at their side. No matter how different that family was from her y/n took the duties of Queen very seriously. Local elves worshiped the ground she walked on. Although skeptical of her origins at first she even managed fo get through the ice cold heart of the king and his son. His son, Legolas even looked up to her more than he looked up to his father. Something about the stories from her world made little leggy want to go on adventures with her and on adventures did they go. Now, he found himself all grown up for an elf, or as grown up as he Could be.

Just as he was about to cross the border back to home after a long journey he came a cross an odd looking fellow with gear resembling that of a warrior, long horns seeped from his helmet. It reminded him of his dramatic ada’s crown. This strange men clearly wasn’t elf or belonging to anywhere near here. So he decided to introduce himself.

“Aye boy, you can’t possibly be an elf. North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapons.”

“Who’s Santa? Hold that thought. I shall take you to the king and queen.”

Legolas muttered under his breath “She might know something about this…”

…

“Does anyone care to explain where my son and wife are?”

“You grace, the queen is in town for the fair. As for the prince i was informed, of the latest, he’s crossed the border.”

“Yes, how-“

“There’s one more thing, your grace, the prince isn’t alone…”

“What do you mean?”

“Guards have spotted the prince on his way with a human companion”

“why is that so alarming… it might be his mellon Strider”

“I would not be so sure your grace, prince might require an audience before the welcome back feast”

“Sure. Why not”

Thranduil continued to show his calm posterior. But inside he was dying to know who this human was. Last time this happened it was you he [thranduil] came back with.

…

“Ada!”

“Legolas i’ve missed you dearly”

*elvish hug thing* (i know, how addictive)

“Where’s Naneth?”

“She’s in town I’ve already sent Galion to fetch her”

“Galion? Are you certain he’ll be able to find her”

“Well we are short staffed… aren’t you going to introduce your friend, ion nin?”

“He isn’t really my friend…this is Einar we met right outside the forest ada, he seemed fo be lost. Anyways i need to speak with Naneth on his origins he keeps telling me i’m no elf-“

“- Aye! you aren’t boy! North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapon—“

“You’ve already complimented how attractive i am twice will you stop Einar?! let’s wait for the queen she might understand more than we do.”

Thranduil more confused than when he met you really needed answers so he waited for your counsel.

…

“Leggy my boy!”

“Nana!”

*human hug cause physical touch>>>*

“Wee lad this your mother? She looks lot younger than you!”

“Who’s this?” You asked surprised that your husband hadn’t put this odd stranger in a dungeon already or was he a stranger.

“Einar i met him on my way to here. Nana he claims that i’m not an elf. Going on about some Santa and the North Pole…have you heard of this legend?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Einar had that look on him were you could see he was scared of whatever was going on but like your husband he made sure to hide it well.

“Meleth have you any knowledge of this Santa?”

“Yes i do. And it’s no harm to any of us. I understand Einar’s confusion. Let’s just get to the feast boys! I’m starving!”

No one dared to go against your word. After the feast. You made sure Einar found comfort in one of the empty chambers in the palace. As a Human who knows what He went through to get here you shared your experience with him and he told you his. Afterwards you went back to your still quizzical husband who wouldn’t shut up about how weird it is that in your land people have to Vote for a leader. It seems to challenge his existence.

“Meleth, you never told us what Einar meant about Santas-helper-elves”

“Oh! So you know santa now right? Elves in some cultures in my world are his helpers. They wear pointy red or green hats. And funny shoes. We even had a thing called elf on a shelf…Einar’s right, they’re nothing like you guys.”

“ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!”

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[hobbitsesoftheshire]

This is the first part to my different Disney AUs. Requests are open. You can ask to be added to my tag list, either by messaging me or sending it in a request. Follow me if you want more and all of my other fandoms are listed in my bio so check there. I also have a character list, the link is on my masterlist, which is pinned on my page! Hope you like this and enjoy!

Pairing: Aragorn x female!reader

Warnings: hitting someone in the head with a pan.

Word count: 606

He was running away from some men he got in trouble with. They didn't like his words at the tavern and now he was on the run. In his 87 years on Middle-Earth he should've already learned to not speak to drunken strangers.

The men were right behind him and almost catched him, but he happened to notice a cave or a tunnel that had some weird vines covering it. He carefully moved some of the leaves on the vines to the side and decided to step into the tunnel. Right after the vines settled back, the men passed by confused on where he had gone.

He sighed in relief and chose to go see what was on the other side of the tunnel he was in. It seemed to be pretty short and there was bright light on the other side. He walked to the end and was shocked to see a tower in the middle of the little field that had trees surrounding it.

It seemed like there was no one in the tower. He had either the option of turning back and possibly getting caught, or trying to climb to the tower to see what was in it.

Getting caught was not an option. He walked closer and saw that the tower was made of cobblestone. He could get arrowheads in between the stones and could climb up like that. Aragorn reached into his bag and took out some arrows he had hidden there in case of a battle. He found a good spot to start climbing and looked to the open window almost all the way up.

He started climbing and about halfway up Aragorn realized he had estimated the height of the tower wrong. He was starting to get tired, but he was already closer to the window than the ground.

Aragorn finally reached the window and got into the tower. "Finally alone" he said before someone hit his head with a pan.

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He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious for. All he knew was that he had climbed to some mystery tower and got hit in the head. Hard. When he gained consciousness again he was tied to a chair. He looked down to see that his restraints resembled someone's hair. 

“Is this.. hair?” he asked confusedly. “Struggling… struggling is pointless” a female voice connected to the hair asked. She suddenly jumped down to the floor. He noticed she was holding a pan. 

“I know why you’re here and I'm not afraid of you” she said, trying to sound confident. “What?” he asked, still confused. She walked into the light and he thought he hadn’t ever seen a woman as beautiful as her.

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” she asked. He didn’t know how to answer and just remained silent. When he didn’t answer she repeated her question more powerfully. 

He cleared his throat and said “I know not who you are, nor how i came to find you. But may I just say. Hello. How’re you doing. My name’s Strider. How’s your day going?”

“Ugh, who else knows my location?” she asked, pointing the pan at Aragorn.

“All right, girlie”

“Y/n”

“Here’s the deal. I was in a situation, gallivanting across the forest. I came across your tower and…”

“Oh, oh no! Where’s my satchel?!” he panicked.

“I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it” she stated proudly, crossing her arms. 

He looked around a little and said “It’s in that pot isn’t it?”

And then she hit him in the head with the pan, again.

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[crazyexdirkfriend]

no matter how annoying i am just remember that i could be clogging up the tumblr search results with character x reader fanfiction about idk. dirk strider buying y/n tampons

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 2,701 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan Warnings: scary imagery, language, typical TWD, nothing particularly bad in this chapter! Summary: Y/N and Daryl sort through their feelings after the previous day and head up to the overlook to see what they can see in the valley below. A/N: [TW in this note: loss of beloved pet, grief] Well, I finally managed it. After a necessary hiatus, I finally was able to get this update finished. Last night, I wrote about 200 words, sobbed, and then finished the chapter. Strider is based on my beloved black lab Aldo who passed away unexpectedly in July due to an antibiotic resistant infection that ultimately damaged one of his heart valves. He was only 7. Writing this fic is emotionally draining for me. It causes me to reflect on my own loss of a pup who should be here still but isn't. Updates may be a bit slow because of that, but I have more of Y/N and Daryl's story to tell, so on we go...

A/N: This is part of a series! You can find all the previous parts on my Master List.

Previous Chapter

Your name: submit What is this?

“Are you sure yer ready for this?” Daryl asked you for maybe the hundredth time. “I just mean—yer leg, ya know?”

You were sitting on the bench pulling on the last of your winter gear. You finished lacing your boots securely and stood, giving him a small smile and a hearty nod. “I’m sure. Would you quit worrying so much?”

He brushed a hand back through his hair as he watched you shoulder your heavy pack. Loaded with gear for the long hike ahead. “ ‘M’sorry. I’m just—”

“Making sure,” you finished for him, your hand on the door handle. “I know. But I can do it. I’m a pretty good judge of my own abilities, Daryl,” you said, a light lilt in your voice. “It’s sort of how I’ve lasted this long.”

“I know. I know…” he drawled again, ducking his head. “I ain’t questionin’ yer abilities. I ain’t doubtin’ ya. ‘M just—”

“Worrying,” you finished for him again. You nodded, still smiling. “I know. But we’ve got this. If I need to rest on the way up, I’ll rest. Now, come on.” You whistled and the dogs, who had been pacing around impatiently bounded out through the front door as you pulled it open. You grabbed a pair of trekking poles that were leaned up against the cabin and stopped on the top step of the deck, looking out at the sun sparkling on the snow. It had been smoothed by an icy wind overnight and looked like a clean, white blanket. You took mental inventory of your gear one more time and then stepped into the deep snow.

Daryl was trailing behind you and you glanced back at him over your shoulder, slowing up to wait, a small smile still on your face. “Are you hiding back there?” you asked him. “Or just guarding the rear?”

Daryl lifted his gloved hand off the handle of his knife and came along side you. “No,” he drawled.

You started forward again, watching the dogs bounding playfully in front. Bear was carving a straight track toward the trail that would lead you up toward the overlook. Strider was quartering in front of you a short distance away, moving left then swinging around and running back to the right, nose in the snow, tail flagging happily. His face was already dusted with snow.

“You’ve been a bit quiet,” you commented, hazarding a sideways glance at Daryl.

He kept striding forward, his bright blue eyes narrowed a little in the sun and snow glare. He gulped. He was trying to come up with a response to that but his mind seemed to be a blank slate.

“Since I kissed you yesterday, I mean,” you said suddenly.

Daryl took a stutter step in the snow and you stopped abruptly and turned to face him completely. You were looking at him expectantly. “Uhh—” Great. That’s what he managed to get out. ‘Uhh.’

Your eyes were bright and perceptive, and you looked pretty much the opposite of how he felt. “Is there something on your mind about it? Maybe we should talk about it?”

Daryl was a swirl of nerves. You’d kissed him. He’d kissed you. He’d kissed you again. You’d slipped your fingers between his. Then the two of you had spent what turned out to be a largely normal evening together in the cabin. Sure, maybe you would touch him lightly on the shoulder or rest your fingers on his arm for a moment. Or you’d leaned your body into his as you reached for something in the cabinet he was standing in front of… and yes, those little contacts with you were setting him ablaze even more than usual—but beyond that… had anything really changed? He couldn’t be entirely sure that there was anything more frequent or more heated about those little touches. Was that kiss, your confession of your feelings for him, just a spur of the moment whim that maintained no momentum, had no traction? He was consumed with doubt.

Maybe he should have kissed you again when you’d said goodnight to each other… it’d felt like being on a different planet when he’d retired to his room and you’d slipped into yours. He’d laid awake a large part of the night, his mind swirling with disbelief and fears and hopes and voices from his past that he could never quite banish.

“Daryl,” you said again, gently prodding him. Fuck. How long had he been staring vacantly?

“Nah, ‘s’nothin’,” he drawled. He was caught off guard with you bringing it up so bluntly and abruptly.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I think I’m still processing everything, too. But if there’s something bothering you—”

Daryl cleared his throat and started forward again. You fell into stride next to him again, still glancing over and trying to get a read on him. “I think ‘m just stuck on… logistics,” he said.

Now your brow furrowed. “Logistics,” you repeated. You shook your head, clearly confused. “What—I don’t know what that means.”

Daryl hummed a vague noise and started forward again. “ ‘S’nothin’. I think we should just—ya know, just focus on gettin’ up to this overlook and seein’ what we see.”

You didn’t respond and Daryl could see you still puzzling over his response. He sighed heavily, worried he’d crushed your previously high-spirited mood. “Fuck,” he muttered. “‘M sorry. I shouldn’ta even mentioned anything.”

You glanced back over at him. “You didn’t. I asked. I just—I feel like something is on your mind and if there’s something I can do to lift it—”

“‘S’nothin’. Really,” he drawled, but you still looked unconvinced. He stopped when he felt you gently grip his arm a moment later.

“Do you want to kiss me again?” you asked him, your eyes fixed on his face, your expression open and earnest.

He did. Of course he fucking did. He nodded.

You smiled. The light in your eyes seemed to sparkle. “Then kiss me,” you said.

“Righ’ now?” he asked, a kneejerk response.

“No, next Tuesday,” you joked. “Yes, right now.” Daryl still hesitated. You stepped closer to him. “I can tell that you’re worrying about something that isn’t these fucked up runners or whatever. And it obviously has to do with yesterday. But let me just tell you that I meant what I said. And I wanted you to kiss me goodnight last night. And I want you to kiss me now. And I feel every inch of space between us like it’s a mile. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon. So,” you grabbed onto the front of his borrowed jacket, “I don’t know what we’re going to find when we get to the overlook. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I don’t think any of that matters. The logistics? We can figure those out as we go. So, if you want this the way I do, the way I said yesterday and the way I still mean now—just get out of that head of yours.”

He nodded and his expression looked lighter. You smiled and his heart fluttered that it was for him, that you were looking at him like that, and that you hadn’t changed your mind. “So… s’alrigh’ then if I kiss ya?”

Your smile widened and you felt a burst of warmth in your chest, right between your lungs, and it seemed to glow outwards. “Pretty much whenever you want to,” you said. You let out a peal of laughter as he suddenly tugged you into him with an arm around your back.

“Ya might regret that,” he drawled, brushing the rosy glow on your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. “I think about kissin’ ya and holdin’ ya all the time.”

You grinned. “Prove it.”

He leaned down and found your lips with his. It was better than a shot of bourbon or slipping into a hot bath—it warmed you from the inside out and you felt dazed by the time you were interrupted.

Strider had barreled in between the two of you and was wagging his tail and darting back and forth. You laughed and pet his silky head. “I think someone is jealous,” you said. Bear was standing nearby, watching thoughtfully with his bright eyes. “Someones…” you added.

Daryl bent to scratch Strider’s chest and the lab leaned into it. “I know, bud. Ya were here first, but I’mma need ya to just share a little bit,” he said. He glanced back up at you and his heart swelled. He felt a hundred times lighter than he had since he’d gone to bed anxious the previous night.

“Come on. We better make tracks if we hope to be back before dark,” you said, tilting your head in the direction of the trail. Daryl and the dogs followed suit.

_ _ _ _ _ _ You were nearly to the overlook but your leg had started cramping. Both of you were out of breath from the steepness of the climb. The dogs, on the other hand, hardly seemed to notice the mileage or incline. You pulled in a deep breath and headed toward a boulder at the side of the trail. The deep snow and terrain were taking their toll. Daryl helped you ease down to sit for a minute.

His brow was heavily creased. “Ya alrigh’?”

You nodded and drew in some more steadying breaths. “Yeah. I just need to rest it for a minute.” You rubbed a hand over your leg. It felt a bit shaky and every once in a while, the muscle would cramp sending a searing pain that shot up into your stomach. You breathed through it as Daryl looked on, worried. “I’m good,” you said. “It’s easing up already.”

You took a moment to breathe the chill air in deeply, filling your lungs as much as they would allow. Daryl was watching you while you were watching the scenery. “It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” The trees looked like they all had been individually iced with snow, they were so perfect.

“It is,” Daryl said. You realized he wasn’t looking at the views and your face flushed.

You sighed one more time and gave your leg one final rub. “Okay. I think I’m ready. Let’s keep going.”

No sooner had you spoken those words than a corpse rose suddenly out of the snow right beside you, grappling at your shoulder with tremendous speed and strength. You let out a yell and slipped from your seat into the snow beside the boulder to get away. Daryl was instantly there with his knife, landing a strike to the head and stilling the thing completely. The dogs had run over barking at the commotion from their guarding places and were now sniffing intensely in the snow nearby. Bear stopped to lick your face where you were still on the ground, a hand clutched to your racing heart.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I fucking hate those things!” you exclaimed.

Daryl helped pull you up. “Me too. How the fuck are they just waitin’ in the snow like that?” he shook his head. “Ain’t right…”

You finished dusting the snow off. “None of this is right. We’ve come up at least another 1,800 feet in elevation. That thing should have been frozen solid three times over.” You glanced around, uneasy. The dogs were still on high alert too.

Daryl wiped his knife blade on his pants and replaced it in its sheath. “Ya okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just nearly gave me a heart attack…” you trailed off, glancing up the trail ahead. “We’re almost there. Let’s keep going.”

Daryl fell into step beside you. “At least the way back is all downhill,” he said. For some reason this made you laugh and he gave you a questioning look.

“Oh, it’s just—Brian used to say that a lot,” you said.

“Mm,” Daryl nodded. “Might be where I got it from. Mountains back home ain’t this big, but we’ve got ‘em. And they’re older than these. Way older… Least, that’s what he told me.”

“Really?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Ya couldn’t get him to quit ‘bout rocks and shit like that,” he drawled, a vague smile on his face. “Once he started, ya just had to let him run outta steam.” You laughed at that. Same Brian. “But he told me the Appalachian range is older than the Atlantic Ocean. Older than bones. I thought he was just sayin’ shit, ya know? But he explained it. They existed before bones even evolved.”

You were smiling at Daryl serenely again, and hearing something so normal about your brother again soothed your nerves from the runner that had just appeared and what you were going to find at the top of this trail…

“If we could set the world right, back the way it was before all this, and you could snap your fingers and be anything, what would you be?” you asked. The crunch of the snow beneath your boots was setting a satisfying rhythm, and you found that your leg wasn’t tired anymore.

Daryl chewed his bottom lip for a moment and shrugged. “I dunno,” he hummed.

“Oh, come on! Sure you do!” you prodded him.

He thought about it for another long moment. “Well. I guess if I could be anything… I woulda liked to design and build custom bikes. Work with my hands, ya know? I dun think I’d be any good at studyin’ like you or Brian were.”

“I think you could do whatever you decided to,” you said. “But hey—you could still design and build custom bikes now. Just is probably a bit harder,” you said thoughtfully.

Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, I, uhh—I did kinda. My bike is somewhere down at the bottom of the damn mountains,” he said with a wry laugh. “I built it back home with a bunch of spare parts and—anyway, it’s what got me out here.”

“Are you serious? It’s just sitting down there somewhere?”

“Yeah. I tried to leave it in a safe place but who knows… could only get so far in the snow on a motorcycle.”

“Well, we should go get it. When the snow is gone, we’ll go find it,” you said, as if that was a perfectly easy task.

Daryl glanced over at you and laughed, shaking his head. “Just like that?”

“Yeah. Why not? Between the two of us badasses I’m sure we can manage,” you said with a grin.

God, Daryl loved to see the light in you shining like this. It seemed to be glowing through more and more these days. “Alrigh’. Then we’ll find it. If ya say so.”

You nodded. “I do.” You glanced ahead as the two of your rounded a curve. You pointed with your trekking pole to a very obvious rock formation just ahead. “There. That’s the overlook. There’s a natural window in the rock. You can see the whole valley.”

Daryl followed you the final stretch up. The trail had narrowed and was switchbacks cutting across the mountainside, carving through the wind-stunted trees and rocks. Finally, the two of you stepped onto the stone, largely protected from snow by the natural arch above.

You set your pack down and pulled the spotting scope and tripod from inside and started setting it up. Daryl was already scrutinizing the trees and plains below, but the distance was so great he couldn’t really make anything out beyond the winding elbows of the rivers and streams and a few distant buildings. “Okay,” you mused. “Let’s see just how screwed we are…”

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[thewulf]

In the Arms of Fate || Aragorn

Summary: Request - During the war with Sauron, she gets kidnapped and tortured badly by Saruman. Aragorn and the others immediately get on a mission to rescue her and eventually find her barely alive... Read Rest Here

A/N: This was tough to write but I really like how it turned out. Thank you for the amazing requests anon, hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,600 +

TW: talks of torture, pain, reader gets taken, general LOTR triggers

In the middle of the raging war against Sauron you found yourself drawn to the Fellowship not only by fate but by your own unique blend of skills and qualities that made you an indispensable member of the group. Aragorn quickly recognized your unwavering loyalty and the depth of your courage. He insisted on your inclusion in the Fellowship. He saw in you a kindred spirit as someone who shared his determination to see the quest through to the end.

Your skills were varied and essential to the success of the Fellowship. As a seasoned fighter you were proficient in various forms of combat. You sported weapons with precision and grace. But it wasn't just your prowess on the battlefield that set you apart. It was also your keen intellect and quick thinking that made you invaluable to the group. You possessed a sharp mind and a strategic approach to problem-solving, often providing crucial insights and solutions during moments of peril. Even Legolas looked to you for guidance from time to time.

Gimli was initially skeptical of your presence in the Fellowship. But even he soon came to appreciate the depth of your skills and the strength of your character. Your friendship with him grew as you shared stories of battles fought and victories won. You formed a bond that transcended the differences between your races. Together you and Gimli formed a formidable duo. Your strengths complementing each other in ways that made the Fellowship stronger as a whole.

With Legolas, your relationship was characterized by playful banter and teasing exchanges. From the moment you met there was a natural rapport between you. It was like a shared understanding that lent itself to lighthearted jests and witty banter. Legolas never missed an opportunity to tease you. His playful remarks eliciting laughter and smiles even in the darkest of times. Despite the teasing there was a deep form of friendship between you. Formed through shared experiences and mutual respect. He loved to tease you, especially about a certain ranger that had captured your heart with ease. It was on one particular eve that Legolas had let you know that he knew too. He wasn’t blind. He caught your longing looks. But he too caught Aragorn staring right back at you.

The evening was alive with the crackling of the campfire and the soft rustle of the forest around you. As you sat beside the fire completely lost in thought, Legolas approached with his characteristic grace, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Y/N, lost in thought again?" he remarked. A teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And he likely did.

You chuckled softly turning to face him. "Just contemplating our next move," you replied, though your thoughts were anything but focused on strategy. Instead, they drifted to a certain ranger sitting across the way who occupied far too much space in your mind.

Legolas arched an eyebrow, his keen gaze fixing on you with knowing amusement. "Or perhaps," he suggested with a knowing smirk, "you're pondering a particular king’s pining for you?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you sputtered in protest. "Wha—no, Legolas, you're imagining things," you stammered. It was a terrible attempt to brush off his teasing with a nervous laugh.

But Legolas only chuckled. His soft laughter mingling with the gentle crackle of the fire. "Oh, come now, Y/N,” he teased, his tone light and playful. "Even the trees can see the way he looks at you. And you him. It's as clear as the stars in the night sky."

You rolled your eyes. Though a part of you couldn't help but wonder if there was a kernel of truth to Legolas's jests. Aragorn's lingering glances and subtle gestures had not gone unnoticed by you. Though you had dismissed them as mere figments of your imagination. "He's just... concerned for my well-being, that's all," you insisted, though doubt lingered in the back of your mind. "We're friends, nothing more."

Legolas's smile widened as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Of course, Y/N," he replied. His tone dripping with elvish sarcasm. "Just friends."

As he walked away quiet as ever leaving you to figure out you conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more truth to Legolas's teasing than you dared to admit. But for now, you pushed aside your doubts instead focusing on the task at hand and the challenges that lay ahead. You couldn’t let that distract you of all things. You had Hobbits to find after all.

As for Aragorn, the dynamics of your relationship were markedly different. From the moment he laid eyes on you Aragorn was captivated by your strength, courage, and insane determination. He found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully explain. His heart skipping a beat whenever you were near. Despite his stoic demeanor Aragorn found himself unable to hide his feelings for you. His affection and admiration shining through in subtle gestures and meaningful glances. Whether it was a reassuring touch on the shoulder or a lingering gaze across the campfire Aragorn's love for you was evident to all who knew him. Maybe except for you.

And though you tried to hide it, the effect he had on you was undeniable. Your cheeks would flush with color whenever he spoke. Your heart deciding to skip a beat at the mere sound of his voice. Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure Aragorn had a way of unraveling your defenses. His presence stirring emotions within you that you struggled to contain.

The Battle of Helm's Deep raged on with unrelenting ferocity. The clash of steel and the roar of orcs echoing through the valley. As darkness descended upon the fortress you stood shoulder to shoulder with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Your heart was pounding with adrenaline, determination, and a touch of fear.

Together, you fought valiantly against the relentless tide of enemies. Your blades flashing in the dim light as you defended the walls of Helm's Deep with all your strength. But as the battle wore on fatigue began to set in and the odds seemed increasingly insurmountable. In the chaos of the fray the enemy's forces surged forward with renewed fury. You were overwhelmed. The defenders of Helm's Deep were overwhelmed with their sheer numbers. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli fought with unmatched skill and valor. Their resolve unbroken even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

In the middle the chaos and confusion tragedy struck for you. As the defenders of Helm's Deep rallied for one final stand you found yourself separated from your companions. Unfortunately surrounded by a horde of wargs and orcs. With grim determination you fought with all your might. Every strike of your blade a desperate attempt to fend off the encroaching darkness.

But it was not enough.

As the enemy closed in around you completely overwhelming you with their sheer numbers, you felt a surge of despair wash over you. Your strength faltered and your movements began growing sluggish as exhaustion threatened to consume you whole. And then in a moment of cruel fate you were seized by the snarling jaws of a warg. You were dragged away from the safety of the fortress just as the offenders began to retreat. You were a prize.

Aragorn's heart constricted with dread as he watched helplessly from afar. His voice lost amidst the din of battle as he called out your name in desperation. His pleas were a cruel reminder of how quickly things could change. With every fiber of his being he longed to rush to your aid. To fight tooth and nail to rescue you from the clutches of the enemy. But the tide of battle had turned, and he had no time to rush after you for he would likely die in the cause.

And so, as Helm's Deep fell silent in the wake of the enemy's retreat. Aragorn's heart weighed heavy with grief and guilt. For though the battle had been won. The cost had been immeasurable. And the fate of his beloved remained uncertain, lost amidst the darkness that lurked beyond the walls of Helm's Deep.

In the grim depths of Saruman's fortress, you endured unspeakable torment at the hands of your captors. From the moment they laid hands on you their cruelty knew no bounds. Their twisted minds delighting in the suffering they inflicted upon you. They reveled in your screams of agony. Their laughter echoing off the cold stone walls as they subjected you to unimaginable pain and suffering. Every blow, every cut, every moment of pain was a sickening game to them. A twisted form of entertainment that they relished with sadistic glee.

But despite their best efforts to break your spirit you refused to fold. With every fiber of your being you clung to life with a tenacity that defied comprehension. You endured their tortures with a steely resolve. Your will to survive burning bright even in the darkest of moments. They tried their best to break you. To strip away your humanity and reduce you to nothing more than a shell of your former self. But still you fought on. Your spirit unbroken even as your body bore the scars of their cruelty.

In the depths of despair, you found a flicker of hope—a tiny ember of defiance that refused to be extinguished. And though they tried to snuff it out. To drown it in a sea of pain and despair, still it burned bright within you. It was Aragorn. He was your salvation. Your thoughts that brought light within your darkness. You couldn’t break. Not when you knew was alive and fighting to see you again.

And so, as the minutes turned into days and the days turned into weeks, you clung to life with a determination that seemed to defy reason. For though they sought to destroy you. To crush your spirit beneath their heel. Still, you refused to surrender, your will to survive burning bright even in the face of unspeakable evil. You began to worry they may tire of you. That they may get bored and kill you despite your efforts to survive.

In the grim confines of Saruman's fortress sustenance was a meager and scarce commodity, doled out sparingly by your captors. Each day you received barely enough to sustain your frail body. The meager rations serving as a cruel reminder of your dire circumstances. The food was tasteless. The water stagnant and foul. Yet you choked it down with grim determination. You did it in hopes of seeing Aragorn again. Maybe just maybe you could confess your love to him for this journey made you finally realize your feelings for him.

You couldn't bear the thought of leaving this world laying bare the depths of your heart and soul to him. And so, even as your body grew weak and your spirit faltered, you held fast to the hope that one day, somehow, you would find your way back to him.

As the news of Saruman's demise spread throughout Middle earth a small bit of hope rose within the hearts of those who had suffered under his tyranny. For you, however, trapped within the depths of Orthanc's dungeons, the passing of the once-great wizard brought no relief from your torment.

Barely clinging to life as your body was ravaged by weeks of unspeakable suffering. You lay in darkness your breaths shallow and labored. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you teetered on the brink of oblivion. Your spirit beginning to falter by the weight of despair.

But in the cruelty of the shadows that engulfed you a faint whisper of hope stirred within your soul—a feeling, a sensation that you couldn't quite explain. It was as if a part of you knew deep down that your salvation was at hand. That somehow, someway, your beloved Aragorn was close and would come for you.

And come for you he did.

Driven by a gnawing sense of unease. A feeling that he couldn't shake, Aragorn ventured into the depths of Orthanc. His heart weighed heavy with dread and determination. Guided by instinct and a love that knew no bounds he searched tirelessly for any sign of your presence. His footsteps echoing through the cold stone corridors as it laid eerily quiet at Saruman’s demise.

And then, at long last, he found you.

Tucked away in the darkest recesses of the dungeons, barely visible amidst the shadows, lay your frail form. Your breaths barely there, faint. Aragorn's heart constricted with anguish at the sight of you, his beloved, so close to the brink of death.

With trembling hands and a voice choked with emotion. Aragorn gathered you into his arms. He cradled you against his chest as if he could shield you from the darkness that threatened to take you from him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he whispered words of love and reassurance. His voice was a soothing balm to your battered soul.

As he held you in his arms as gently as he could he broke down. "Gandalf! Legolas! Gimli! Anyone, help!" His cries reverberated through the silent halls of Orthanc. Each plea in desperation for your salvation. He cried for someone to come to your aid.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cradled you against his chest, his heart breaking at the sight of you—so frail, so vulnerable, so close to slipping away from him forever. He whispered for you to hold on. His voice raw with emotion as he begged you to stay with him just a little while longer. But you remained unconscious. Your breaths shallow and labored, your life hanging by the slimmest of threads.

As Aragorn's desperate calls for help echoed through the halls of Orthanc. His heart broke with fear and anguish. Though finally his cries were answered. Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli came running, drawn by the urgency and desperation in Aragorn's voice. Their faces paled at the sight that greeted them. Your frail form cradled in Aragorn's arms, barely clinging to life.

Gimli, his usually stoic demeanor crumbling in the face of such tragedy, sank to his knees beside you. His heart heavy with sorrow. "By the beard of Durin," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "What have they done to you, lass?"

Legolas with eyes wide of shock and horror, approached tentatively. His usual grace replaced by a raw vulnerability as tears welled in his eyes. "Nay, this cannot be," he whispered. His voice trembling with grief. "Not Y/N... not like this."

Gandalf had a grave expression on his face as he stepped forward. His gaze piercing as he took in the extent of your injuries. "We must act swiftly," he declared. His voice commanding. "There is still hope, but time is of the essence."

With a sense of urgency, they rallied together. Their hearts heavy with grief but their resolve unyielding. With shaking hands Aragorn carried you from the depths of Orthanc, his footsteps echoing heavy through the silent halls as they emerged into the light of day.

As time grew short and the urgency of the situation became increasingly apparent, Gandalf knew that swift action was needed to save you. With a wave of his staff and a word of command he called forth one of the Great Eagles. Ancient creatures who served as allies to the free peoples of middle earth.

As Gandalf summons the Great Eagle to take you to Lothlórien Aragorn's determination to stay by your side remained unyielding. With a glance at the rest of the Fellowship he knew that their journey will be swift on horseback as the Great Eagle could not carry them all.

"Aragorn," Gandalf begins, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "time is of the essence. We must act swiftly to save Y/N."

Aragorn nods solemnly, his gaze unwavering as he turns to Gandalf. "I will take her on the eagle to ensure she receives the care she needs. The rest of you must ride with haste to Lothlórien. I will meet you there." Gandalf and the others exchange a knowing look. Understanding the weight of Aragorn's decision. With a nod of agreement Gandalf turned to the rest of the Fellowship.

"We ride for Lothlórien," Gandalf declares, his voice echoing with authority. "May the Valar watch over us all."

As Aragorn carries you in his arms and mounts the Great Eagle the rest of the Fellowship saddles their horses and sets off towards Lothlórien knowing it would delay their plans to get to Mordor. But for you they knew they had to. With a sense of urgency driving them forward they rode with haste. Their hearts heavy with worry yet filled with hope that you will receive the care and healing you so desperately need.

After what felt like a lifetime to Aragon Great Eagle descended upon the lush treetops of Lothlórien. Aragorn's urgent pleas for help echo through the elven realm. Celeborn alerted by the urgency in Aragorn's voice, rushed forward from the heart of Lothlórien.

With swift steps, Celeborn reaches Aragorn's side just as the eagle touched down. He sees the urgency in Aragorn's eyes and the battered state of your body and without a moment's hesitation he takes you from Aragorn's arms. His expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Bring her to me," Celeborn commands. His voice carrying an air of authority.

Aragorn watches with a mixture of relief and apprehension as Celeborn rushes towards the healing chambers of Lothlórien. His skilled hands cradling you gently. With each step Aragorn's heart pounds with worry, but he knows that you are in good hands.

As Celeborn disappears into the depths of Lothlórien Aragorn's thoughts turn to the rest of the Fellowship who are still traveling on horseback. He knows that they will arrive soon with their hearts heavy with concern for you. He worried for you. For Frodo and Sam who were continuing their journey ahead. For the delay all of this brought. But he couldn’t seem to care about that all knowing the woman he loved was on the brink of death. The woman who was always so full of life may be taken from him far too soon. Before he could confess his true feelings.

With a silent prayer on his lips, he followed Celeborn into the healing chambers. His determination to see you healed burning brighter than ever. And as he stands vigil by your side surrounded by the gentle beauty of Lothlórien, he knows that though the road ahead may be long and fraught with peril. But together you will face whatever challenges come your way

As hours pass in Lothlórien, Celeborn's efforts to heal you are met with frustratingly little progress. Despite his skill and knowledge your condition remains unchanged. Leaving both him and Aragorn filled with growing despair. Realizing that more drastic measures are needed, Celeborn calls upon his wife, Galadriel, for assistance. Together they work tirelessly through the and night. Their combined powers focused on bringing you back from the darkness of unconsciousness.

Aragorn watched with a heavy heart as Galadriel joins Celeborn in the healing chambers. Her presence a glimmer of hope amidst the peril that threatened to consume him. He knows that if anyone can help you it is the Lady of the Wood, with all her wisdom and grace.

Days turn into nights and still you remain unresponsive. You were lost in a realm of unconsciousness from which you seem unable to awaken. Aragorn's faith began to waver. His heart heavy with doubt and fear as he watches Galadriel and Celeborn work tirelessly to save you. But just when all seems lost, a miracle occurred. After a few days of ceaseless effort, Galadriel kneels beside your bedside and offers a rare prayer to the Valar. Her voice is soft but filled with conviction as she calls upon their aid. Her plea echoing through the halls of Lothlórien.

And then as if in response to her prayer, you stir from your slumber. Your eyes fluttering open for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Aragorn's heart leapt with joy as he watches you awaken. His faith restored in the power of love.

With tears of relief streaming down his cheeks, Aragorn gathers you into his arms. Holding you close as he whispers words of gratitude and love. As you lay there finally awake but still weak and fragile, Aragorn's emotions overwhelm him. Tears stream down his face as he gathers you into his arms holding you close with a fierce, desperate grip but gentle so not to hurt you further.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you more than words can express, my love. You cannot leave me again. Please, never leave me again. Please."

His words are a plea. A prayer whispered into the stillness of the healing chambers. His heart ached with the fear of losing you. The fear of facing a world without the light of your presence beside him. And as he holds you close, his tears mingling with yours. He knew that he would give anything to keep you safe. To protect you from harm. As he pours out his heart to you, he realizes just how much you mean to him—how much he needs you by his side, now and always.

"You love me?" you whisper. Your voice barely above a breath as you look up at him, your eyes searching his for confirmation.

Aragorn's laughter fills the air. A warm and comforting sound that washes over you like sunlight breaking through the clouds. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Did I not make it so obvious my wayward love?" he replies, his voice teasing yet tender as he meets your gaze with a smile.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his words. You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Galadriel and Celeborn who have been observing the exchange with amusement, share a knowing look, their eyes twinkling with mirth of the love unfolding before them.

But in that moment as you gaze into Aragorn's eyes and share a laugh together all your worries and fears seem to melt away. For in his arms surrounded by the love and support of your companion, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead you will face them with him. Your beloved.

And as the laughter fades into a comfortable silence, you rest your head against Aragorn's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. With his arms wrapped around you, you know that you are home.

As Celeborn and Galadriel summon the rest of the Fellowship, the healing chambers soon fill with the familiar faces of your companions. Their expressions a mix of relief and joy at the sight of you awake, alive and with that smile adorning your soft features.

Gimli with his gruff exterior softened by the depth of his concern, rushes forward to your side. His eyes were brimming with tears. "By Durin's beard, lass! I thought I'd never see you awake again," he exclaims, his voice trembling with emotion as he clasps your hand tightly in his own.

Gandalf had his wise eyes shining with warmth, approaches with a gentle smile. "It is good to see you awake, my dear friend," he spoke. His voice filled with genuine relief. "You have faced darkness and emerged victorious. You are stronger than you will ever know."

Legolas, his fair face radiant with joy, stepped forward with a soft smile. "I am glad to see you awake, mellon nin," he smiled to you. His voice gentle and sincere. "The world is a brighter place with you in it."

Merry and Pippin, their youthful exuberance infectious as always rush to your side with wide smiles on their faces. "You had us worried there for a moment," Merry says, his voice filled with relief. "But you're back with us now and that's all that matters."

Pippin nods eagerly as his eyes shining with unshed tears. "We thought we'd lost you," he admits, his voice wavering with emotion. "But you're a fighter, just like Aragorn said. You'll always come back to us."

As the Fellowship gathers around you with their voices filled with laughter and tears. You felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over you. As you were surrounded by the love and support of your friends you know that no matter what trials may come your way you will always have each other.

As the night descended upon Lothlórien after you woke, Aragorn remained by your side as the rest of the Fellowship retired. His love and devotion unwavering as he tends to your every need.

With gentle hands he washes away the grime and dirt of your ordeal away. His touch tender and reassuring against your skin. He cleanses away the scars of battle as his fingers trace each line and mark with care, as if trying to erase the memories of pain that linger there.

As he helps you change into fresh clothes his gaze never strays from yours. His eyes were filled with an intensity of emotion that took your breath away. He spoke softly. His voice a soothing melody that fills the silence of the healing chambers.

"You are my light in the dark," he whispered softly to you. His words a declaration of love that echoes in the stillness of the night. "You are the reason I fight, the reason I endure. Without you I am lost my love."

Tears fill your eyes at his words. The depth of his love overwhelming in its intensity. "And you are mine," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you reach out to touch his face. "You are the reason I am alive, the reason I kept going. Even in the worst of times."

As the soft glow of moonlight filters through the canopy of leaves above Aragorn's adoration for you seems to shine even brighter. With every touch, every whispered word, he worships you as if you were a goddess descended from the heavens themselves.

He kneels before you, his eyes alight with reverence. He places gentle kisses upon your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, as if each kiss is a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for blessing him with your presence. Thanking them for letting you live.

"I am unworthy of your love," he murmurs. His voice filled with sincerity as he gazes up at you with awe. "But I swear to you, I will spend every moment of my life trying to prove myself worthy of you."

His words melt your heart. Filling you with a warmth that spreads from the tips of your fingers to the depths of your soul. You reach out to cup his face in your hands, tracing the lines of his jaw with your fingers. Feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your touch.

"You are more than worthy," you whisper, your voice barely a breath as you gaze into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love reflected back at you. "You are my everything, Aragorn. Without you I am nothing."

As you hold each other close surrounded by the quiet beauty of the elven realm. You know that nothing in this world could ever tear you apart. For in each other's arms, you have found a love that transcends time and space. A love that is as boundless as the stars themselves and as enduring as the ages to come.

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[clay-pidgeon]

post title pending. my weird swap au

this is the post im making for scratchswap, my au where i switch the post-scratch kids with the post-scratch trolls sharing their aspect (dirk-nepeta, roxy-equius, jake-eridan, and jane-feferi) and then the pre scratch dudes get swapped accordingly. yes this bc of the Parallels between feferi and jane and then i got a whole Thing out of it. im working on classpects/ages. characters under the cut

pre-scratch trolls

note for the record i did not think much about these guys

johune peixes: i have done 0 thinking on johune so sorry. theyre swapped w meenah and everyones really confused about how that funny little guy was a huge scary empress in every other universe

rozela zahhak: the sorcerer wooooo! pretty similar to canon rose shes just really fucking strong. good friends w aranea

dayves leijon: im still not 100% sure how to go about this one tbh but he does like romance in some form. also i got in in my head hes skittish. no idea where that came from. capitalizes b (glasses) and maybe something else?

jaidli ampora: oh i actually thought about this one a little! fashion is sorta fifties inspired like cronus but shes not a greaser thats his schtick. you dont steal a mans shtick. is there a c in that word or not

post scratch trolls

jaynce peixes: feels like i should work on that name huh. anyways jaynce does Not want to be the heiress (for reasons both transgender and not) at all and is in a little bit of denial about this. i lied actually a lot of denial. may or may not be moirails w jayque havent decided. replaces e and o with -E and -O forks and spoons!

roxxie zahhak: a little more into robots n shit than coding but still does that. bit of a jack of all trades! thinks deyirks lusus (its. kity) is the most special boy in the whole wide world. probably moirails w deyirk now that i think abt it but maybe not. im on the fence abt a lot of stuff here. uses some kind of prefix, emoticons have X for eyes, replaces x sounds with x, y (as a vowel) with ie, and s w z

deyirk leijon: WORLDS MOST NORMAL MAN (lying) lives in a cave in the middle of the woods not for catgirl reasons but because this guy is going insane in solitude works best when isolated. also uses some kind of prefix for a quirk. roxxie drops off robot parts at his house every few weeks and they make a day of it theyre Pals

jayque ampora: he helps feed gloybsub or whatever her name is and hes so normal about the deaths on his conscience. really hes so normal guys cmon. normal

pre scratch kids

mimi egbert: token cis friend sorry meenah. or not idc. more mellow because dad egbert is just a normal guy and isnt raising her to be the literal queen of the world. still meenah tho

hans lalonde: i am unsure about the name but i think its fine. the ultimate horse girl (therian). keeps maplehoof in the foyer. if he had to interact with his dad for more than 20 seconds they would both implode from the sheer awkwardness. the house is big as shit they just gesture to each other when they see each other and thats fine for both of them

manu strider: wears heart shades everywhere as a sort of joke. he doesnt actually know. caps lock is broken and refuses to fix it + uses kaomoji a lot. fujoshi to transmasc pipeline haha who said that

crow harley: im stilling working on which animal to furrify cronus with. watches a bunch of old movies and picked up those speaking habits. other shit pending

post scratch kids

fifi crocker: she wants to be crockercorps new ceo sosososo bad she would make up for all of their horrible crimes against humanity by uh. shes working on it ok?

neta strider: the she/her to she/they to they/them to he/they to he/him to he/they to she/he/they to The Creature pipeline. percentage of their diet that is fish he caught w her own bare hands has been steadily increasing. is trying to buff up on history but keeps on going down wikipedia rabbit holes and rereading the nyan cat article for the thousandth time. would still do the detective pony rewrite but would get sidetracked by the lolcat metaphor for way longer

eqis lalonde: do you know how hard it is to smush equius down to four letters? i just made this name up man. anyways i dunno what to do with her but shes a girl of the horse variety

dani english: diversity win this sickly victorian orphan child is genderfluid! fucking terrified of the lusi on the island. fancies herself sort of a romantic poet

the entirety of this was brainstormed while i was bored in class for the record. still brainstorming so im gonna edit this when more shit arises

#dove chirps #my stuff #homestuck #homestuck au #scratchswap #🦐 #feel free to like. suggest stuff idk

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Little Calf: Elk centaur Thranduil x newborn elk calf centaur reader.

Age: newborn. While on the way to Rivendell Thranduil and his men in counter a herd of massacred elk centaurs and meets an orphaned newborn female calf and takes her in after instantly falling in love with her. Takes place a few months after the Battle of the Five Armies.

Requested by Kelly6098 (from my old Wattpad account)

King Thranduil and the elk centaurs of Mirkwood galloped to Rivendell to discuss the new reliance and weapon trading. While galloping he was clearing his head from how lonely he was in Mirkwood since his son Legolas galloped off to find a horse centaur named strider and his foster daughter Tauriel is now living in Erebor courting the faun prince Kili after the battle but he apologized when he accepted that his son wasn't coming home and accepted that Tauriel loved Kili but he couldn't accept the loneliness he felt in Mirkwood.

As he thinks of all that's happened he is snapped out of his thoughts by one of his men Saying "My lord. There was a battle here." He said pointing to what appears to be a battle field of dead elk centaurs and orcs, by the Valar it was brutal looking body parts and cut off antlers littered the earth and there were no survivors, that is to the eyes of men "separate the bodies! Bury the elk centaurs so that they may rest but burn the orcs." Thranduil said walking around the bodies until he heard a small cry and saw a small leg kicking in the air "What in the Greenwood?" He said to himself walking over to the little survivor. Thranduil is meet with a dead cow being held by a bull probably her husband and in between them was a tiny but alive newborn calf with H/C hair and E/C colored eyes still attached to her mother, getting to his knees he gently takes the baby into his arms then one of his daggers and slices the cord from her belly button while calling two of his men to retrieve her parent's bodies.

After you are separated from your mother Thranduil gently shushes you in Sindarin making you calm down "My lord where did that child come from?" One of Thranduil's men asked looking at you in curiosity "She is the only survivor of her herd!" He said holding you in a comfortable position carful of your head. Upon your new position you snuggled into Thranduil's chest, your tiny hands curled into fists resting on his chest as you cooed making Thranduil smile as he saw Legolas within you making him feel protective of you "I will be your new father." He said keeping you close.

At Rivendell:

Thranduil is standing in front of his long time friend Lord Elrond telling him of what happened to your heard and parents and that he is adopting you "The poor thing! Barley began her life and lost so much in one day." He said placing a hand on your head making you coo at him and grab his finger but the sound of his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir bursting into the room talking ontop of each other and pointing at one another, the bickering made you fussy "BOYS." Elrond yelled making the twins flinch "I don't care who started what, but what ever happened solve it on your own like grown bulls." He said annoyedly "We have guest today." He said gesturing to Thranduil and you making the twins faces light up upon seeing you "Awwww. She's so cute." Elladan squealed at you while Elrohir nodded in agreement "Can we hold her?" They asked together "I suppose but be careful." Thranduil said placing you in Elrohir's arms who is basically fawning over you "Hello little one, what is your name?" He asked while his brother is cooing at you "Y/N! That is her name." Thranduil said thinking long and hard on what to name you the moment he held you.

Later at Mirkwood:

It's been 7 months since Thranduil had adopted you as his new daughter and you filled Mirkwood with laughter and melted his frozen heart.

Thranduil was coming out of a meeting with king Bard of Dale and King Thorin of Erebor while you stayed with your nanny who is helping you to walk.

She is holding your hand while you moved your legs and together both of you took steps, when you got the hang of it you toddled over to Thranduil who is on his knees with his arms outstretched and a smile on his face.

When you reached him he happily tosses you in the air "You did it little calf." He said tickling your tummy making you squeal of laughter "Dada." You squealed out making him sniff from tears of joy that you took your first steps and said your first word in one day "That's my little calf." He said touching his forehead on yours while Bard and Thorin smile fondly at the sweet sight before them "She has a bright future ahead of her." Thorin said while Bard nodded in agreement as Thranduil tossed you up and down as you continued to squeal from laughter.

#centaur #faun #mirkwood elves #platonic #the hobbit #thranduil #middle earth #king thorin #king bard #elrond #elladan and elrohir

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Tears of Fear: Part 1

Plot/Summary: Requested by @almost-gabrielle. Y/N is a loyal hobbit traveling with Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Strider. At first, things go alright, but when the six of you camp at Weathertop, the Black Riders find you, and Strider isn’t there to help. Frodo is wounded and time is running out as you try to make your way to Rivendell.

I decided to make this into a two-part series because of its length.

Warnings: wounds, quite angsty, fluff

Paring: Frodo x Fem!hobbit!reader

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This is an excerpt (that I haven’t written prior to writing this fic) from my fanfic series The Heart of a Hobbit. Therefore, I do not consent to any part of this being copied in any way (other than reblogging, of course). Thank you for understanding! Enjoy! :)

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I awoke that night to the sounds of a crackling fire and hushed voices. The night air that brushed my face was cooling. I yawned gently and opened my eyes. Frodo was there, still asleep and bundled tightly in his blanket. I rubbed my eyes and sat up stretching. Sam, Merry, and Pippin all sat around the fire. I smelled meat being cooked.

“What’s the time?” I asked groggily.

Merry shrugged. “I’m not sure but we’ve got food.”

“That’s what’s important,” Pippin said with a nod.

“Didn’t Strider say not to make a fire?” I said in a worried tone.

“See,” Sam said to the others, “I told y—”

“It’s not been going for long!” Pippin interjected. “We’ll put it out soon after we eat. What’s a little warmth anyway?”

I sat down near them with a small frown. “I don’t like it,” I mumbled, “but I’m not in charge.”

However, I gladly took the food that the others offered, feeling famished after all the walking of the day.

A few minutes passed when Frodo stirred, blinking sleepily. He then sat up, a worried look on his face.

“What are you doing?” he said, deepening the apprehension I felt.

“Tomatoes, sausages, and some nice crispy bacon,” Merry said.

“We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said.

Frodo rushed to his feet and stomped out the flames. “Put it out you fools! Put it out!”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Pippin said, looking distraughtly at his tomatoes. “Ash on my tomatoes!”

Not a moment passed that Pippin had spoken when a terrifying and all-too-familiar screech filled the air. It took me a second to overcome the paralysis that froze me in place, but the five of us scrambled to the edge and peered below. Although it was a dark night other than the wavering rays from the moon, I could see even darker shapes moving through the mist. They seemed like voids with legs and swords.

Frodo drew his sword and the rest of us followed suit.

“Go!” he said.

The five of us ran up the weathered stone stairs to the summit of Weathertop. A thick mist crowned the edge of the hill like a net holding us in. The moon now seemed like a spotlight pinpointing our position. We formed a small circle, facing outwards. I gripped my sword as tight as I possibly could, holding it in front of me as if to ward off the monsters in the shadow by some hidden courage that I could not feel. But my sword wavered in my trembling hands and I fought back the tears of fear in my eyes.

Looking this way and that, I awaited any moment that the Black Riders would lunge out from the darkness. Then I heard my own frightened voice saying over and over.

“What are we to do? What are we to do?”

“Hold on,” Frodo said, grasping my hand and gripping his sword ever tighter. “Strider will come. He will. We just need to hold on.” But he didn’t sound like he believed it. I didn’t either. I knew Strider didn’t want harm to come upon us, but he was not near, so he could not help us. None could help us now.

Then my blood froze again as the sound of a sword unsheathing sang from my left. Then my right. And all around.

Shing!

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The terror within me made my mind seem to run wild. I saw the dark hooded figures come forth, the metal of their boots clinking like the sound of heavy chains. They spoke no word yet it seemed far worse than if they had. I felt a burning sensation of cold hard fear in my mind.

There is no escape. The thought said. No escape.

And now a tear did fall down my cheek as we backed closer into our circle. The Black Riders lowered their swords as if getting ready to skewer a boar. Helplessness welled up inside of me.

“Get behind me Y/n,” Frodo said, but his voice was distant and wavering.

Then Sam jumped forward shouting, “Back you devils!” with ferocity and loyalty.

Then my senses seemed to gain ground in my mind again. The Riders were here for Frodo and the Ring and I couldn’t let them get either.

Sam charged and was thrown aside in an instant. I planted myself straight in front of and let out the best battle cry I could summon, though it sounded nothing more than a last shout of terror. The Riders hesitated for half a moment, but nothing more. The foremost met my sword with such strength, or perhaps intimidation, that my sword cracked and flew out of my hand. My desperate eyes had hardly turned back to the enemy in front of me when I felt cold hard metal surrounding my throat. I was lifted above the ground, all air leaving my lungs. I choked and the fear took over my mind once more as I struggled, more tears falling.

“No!” Frodo yelled.

I was dropped, gasping and searching for breath. I could not stand. All felt cold. The Riders advanced, and although Merry and Pippin tried to barricade their way, they were removed easily out of the Riders’ path and thrown to the ground. Frodo stumbled backwards, dropping his sword. He struggled away from the Riders looming ever nearer. He looked like a helpless creature. Trapped. My heart burned within me but I had no strength. I saw a glint of gold in the cold moonlight then he disappeared.

A momentary vision of ghostly kings surrounding a small halfling flickered before my eyes and was gone.

“Fro—” but my throat seemed to tighten and I sank to the ground, looking up at the Riders. 

If only I could distract them. I crawled towards a jagged stone, straining with every muscle in my body to grab it. I felt it cold in my hand, but before I could raise my arm, a lot of things happened. I heard a muffled cry that sounded like it came from under the earth. Strider leapt out of nowhere, a torch blazing like his eyes as he charged on the Riders. He fought them off with more ferocity than I had imagined he could show. For a moment he seemed like a mighty king of valor protecting his people. My struggling breath eased, though not fully.

But my attention was turned when I heard a more distinct and present cry not far away. Frodo lay on the ground, breathing ragged breaths, his eyes wide. My strength restored, I ran over with Sam right beside. The agony on Frodo’s face dissipated all fear of the attacking Riders, and a new fear rose within me. All five of us were kneeling next to Frodo. Sam took one of his hands and I took the other, putting my hand on his forehead. I saw the slit in Frodo’s cloak where the Black Rider’s blade had pierced him in the shoulder.

Strider fought off the last Rider and Sam cried, “Strider!”

Strider ran over quickly, kneeling.

“Help him, Strider,” I said. I was fighting back tears.

“He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade,” Strider said, picking up the knife. The blade turned to dust and Strider threw the hilt to the ground in disgust. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine.” Strider picked up Frodo, who gave a strained cry.

We all stood, following  Strider. I kept in step as well as I was able as we made our way down Weathertop.

“Grab the pony, Sam,” Strider ordered. Sam did so and we jogged into the forest.

“Hurry!” Strider called, holding a torch high. He held Frodo like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. I could hear Frodo whimpering and it broke my heart even more.

“We’re still six days from Rivendell!” Sam said. “He’ll never make it!”

I shook my head. “Don’t say that.” My voice broke.

“Hold on, Frodo,” Strider said.

“Gandalf!” Frodo cried distantly.

A tear fell down my cheek. I clenched my jaw and ran faster.

After what seemed too long, we reached a small clearing. There were three large, frowning statues forming a circle.

“Mr. Bilbo’s trolls!” Sam said.

Strider gently set Frodo down on the ground. Sam and I knelt beside him and Merry and Pippin stood with torches Strider had given them. I took Frodo’s hand and brushed some of his hair from his forehead. He was sweating.

“Frodo,” I said. “Hold on.”

Frodo wasn’t responding. His eyes were wide and his pupils small. They were searching unseeingly above. I fought the tears that threatened to spill again.

“Look, Frodo,” Sam said quietly. “It’s Mr. Bilbo’s trolls.”

Frodo started coughing. He winced and moaned. Sam put a hand on his forehead.

“Mr. Frodo?” he said. He turned toward Strider who was searching the ground with the light of the torch. “He’s going cold.”

“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked.

“He’s passing into the Shadow World,” Strider said gravely. “He’ll soon become a Wraith like them.”

Frodo gasped, struggling. Not but a moment later, the Black Riders’ shrieks sounded, and it was much closer than I would have liked. I kissed Frodo’s hand, holding it to my chest. My own were shaking.

“They’re close,” Merry said.

Strider turned to Sam. “Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?”

Sam stood like a soldier ready to go into battle. “Athelas?”

“Kingsfoil.”

“Kingsfoil, aye, it’s a weed.”

“It may help slow the poisoning. Hurry!”

Sam and Strider hurried off, looking for the right plant. I began to shiver, not because it was cold, but because of the fear building up inside of me. Then I heard a faint sound that caused me to freeze. Hooves not far away. I held Frodo’s hand tighter, waiting for a Black Rider to appear. But then Strider and another person on a white horse came forward. She was beautiful and had long dark hair. Her skin was pale and fair. A light seemed to shine faintly from her as she and Strider knelt beside Frodo. I stood, giving them space to work, watching with worry.

“Frodo,” the lady said. “I am Arwen—I’ve come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.”

Frodo’s breaths were uneven as he turned his head to look up again.

“Who is she?” Merry said.

“She’s an elf,” Sam said in awe.

“He’s fading,” Arwen whispered to Strider. She pulled back Frodo’s shirt on the left side, revealing his wound. The flesh was black and I could see the darkness spreading in his veins across his shoulder. Strider tore a leaf of the kingsfoil off the main plant with his teeth and placed it in the wound. Frodo gasped. I wrung my hands and bit my lip as I watched.

“He’s not going to last,” Arwen said. “We must get him to my father.”

Strider picked Frodo up, carrying him towards Arwen’s horse. I followed, standing at a short distance. Strider set Frodo upon the horse and he and Arwen spoke softly together. I tried to catch what they were saying but most of what they said was in elvish.

“What are they saying?” I heard Pippin ask.

“I do not fear them,” Arwen said now. Strider took her hand and squeezed it.

“As you wish,” Strider said. He stepped back as she mounted the horse, sitting behind Frodo who was slumped over. “Arwen, ride hard. Don’t look back.”

“Where are you taking him?” I said, no longer holding back my tears.

“To Rivendell,” Arwen said, “to my father. It is his only hope.” She gave me a brief smile but it offered little confort. She nudged the horse forward, saying something in elvish, and it took off.

“What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!” Sam cried.

My heart pounded and I attempted to run after her. “Wait! I must come! Wait! Frodo!”

Strider held me back.

“I have to be with him! I have to help him!”

“Shh,” Strider said, kneeling in front of me and holding me firmly. “There is nothing you can do. He must go. It is the only way he will survive.”

“But I have to—” I wept, struggling. “I can’t leave him. He needs me. I need him. I can’t—”

Strider wrapped me in his arms. “Hush, child. Providence will likely succeed.”

“But I have to be there if I need to say goodbye,” I continued. “I need to. I need…” But I could say no more in my weeping.

“You will see him again, alive in well with Providence in our favor,” Strider said, his voice strained. “It is beyond you now, but you will see.”

I leaned into Strider, shaken by my sobs. “Frodo,” I whimpered as tears soaked my face. “Frodo, no. Frodo. Frodo.”

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