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Amorous - Chapter 6, Frontman x Fem! reader (Squid games)

WARNINGS: Death, guns, shooting, violence, betrayal, swearing, heartbreak, ptsd.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Notes: Let me know what you think, feedback is 10000% welcomed!:)

Tags: @tinylawyerbluebird

See other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Gunshots filled the air as the guards were taken down one by one, your freedom inching closer by the second. You could see Young-il ahead of you shooting them down with such precision anyone would think this is what he did for a living. More and more guards came flooding in and soon enough Gi-hun, Young -il and the rest of the team were becoming outnumbered. Looking around you spot a gun lying on the ground inches behind Dae-Ho and decide to make a move. Slowly you crawl out from under the bed making sure to keep your head low and make your way over to the gun, gripping it tightly once you could reach. You loaded the gun with ease using the military training your grandfather had taught you and stood up pointing the gun towards the influx of guards running through the doors. One by one they went down as the team turned back to look at you dazed.

“Are you going to shoot or not!?” You shout as you realise you were now the only one shooting at the guards.

“Y/n what are you doing!? Get down!” you hear Young-Il shout. You turn your head towards him and see him looking at you, pleading for you to get to safety. Slowly you shake your head at him and turn your attention back to the door.

“Retreat, retreat, retreat” you hear over the speakers and suddenly the remaining guards run with speed towards the doors as they close.  All but one guard made it through the doors leaving him vulnerable to your team. Gi-Hun rushed over to him, ordering him to take of his mask. You watch from a distance as he speaks to the guard, and they come to some kind of agreement. Beside you Young-Il had now walked over to you, he grabs your arm pulling you up to his height.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve been killed!?” he whispers through gritted teeth.

“Saving your asses by the looks of things” You reply smugly snatching your arm out of Young-Ils grasp and walking towards the rest of the group as they watch player 120 explain how to use the guns. Behind you, Young-Il clenches his jaw and shakes his head at you as you walk away. To him you are insufferable…. but he knew he couldn’t keep up the façade for much longer. He takes a deep breath calming himself and follows your footsteps towards the team. Before long you were being led out of the dormitory by the guard, following behind Gi-Hun. You are stopped in your path as you are dragged to the side by Young-Il.

“Stay here” he orders, looking deep into your eyes as his grip on you tightens.

“No, I am going to find whoever is in charge of this murder house and put a bullet through their head” You whisper in anger. You notice his face drop a little but take no notice as the anger continues to run through your body. “You don’t get to order me around Young Il…just because we have something doesn’t mean I’m yours to command” You stand your ground and turn to walk away. He pulls you back to him.

“Y/n please, it is for your own safety” Young Il knew in his heart that if you go with them…you wouldn’t come back. You look into his eyes acknowledging his concern and see nothing but love and worry flood out of them. Your heart aches and you sigh lightly. Leaning forward you press a light kiss on his cheek and step back.

“We’re in this together, right? As long as you’re with me I’m the safest I can be” You give him a half smile and hold your hand out for him to take. He hesitates before sighing and nodding gently, taking your hand and leading you out of the dormitory. Soon enough you were all sat with your backs against the walls in a shooting match with the rest of the guards, bullets flew past your head missing you by centimetres and fellow teammates taken down without mercy. Beside you Dae-Ho is sitting with his head in his hands aiming the gun and shooting recklessly.

“Dae-Ho! You’re wasting bullets that way, just glance over the edge and aim, you’ll have more chance of hitting one that way!” You shout out to him amongst the sound of shots firing. He nods frantically and does as you say. As you ready yourself to get back on your feet you hear Gi-Hun shout up.

“Jung-Bae and I will go and look for the control room, you guys stay here, Young-il you’re in charge from here”

“Do you know the way?” Young Il shouts and Gi-Hun looks towards the guard that got trapped in the dormitory with us, pointing his gun at him.

“He’ll know” you look towards the guard and see him look at Gi-Hun in fear as he walked towards him.

“Where is the control room!” Gi-Hun orders pressing his gun into the guards chest. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Down the end of the hall and turn right, left and then right again…it’ll lead you to a purple door” he shouts back in fear. Gi-Hun nods towards Jung-Bae to move past them, but the guard begins to move his hand down to his pocket. You and Young Il jump up aiming our guns at him ready to fire if anything goes wrong.

“You will need a mask to get through, it’s an identity sensor” he speaks as he shakily pulls out his mask. As he lifts his head you see him look towards Young Il and his eyes widen momentarily before a bullet pierces through his head. You watch as his body falls limp on the floor and Gi-Hun takes his mask.

“we’ll let you know once we’re there” He speaks, lifting up the radio and running towards the end of hall with Jung- Bae on his tail. You look up at Young Il who is still looking toward the end of the corridor.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” he turns around to look at you, his face void of any emotion and colder than you’ve ever seen it before.

“Yes” he states and returns to shooting the guards. Confusion runs through your veins, why was he acting so cold? Is he just worried? You watch as he shoots, his face contorting with concentration and you admire how he looks until you are brought out of your trance as a bullet hits the wall right beside your head. Young Il turns back to you

“What the fuck are you doing?! If you’re going to be his fucking useless I should’ve left you behind” he shouts pushing you down to the ground. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you take in his words, they hurt more than a bullet would. Young Il notices when you don’t get back up once you had regained your composure and looks down at you. He hears you sniff and his heart drops. He crouches down to your level and lifts your chin up.

“I’m sorry okay? Seeing you come so close to death hurt me…I didn’t mean to hurt you Aswell” You look up as he apologises and smile gently as you shake your head.

“You didn’t hurt me I’m fine” you reply sniffling.

“You’re a great liar” he responds tapping your nose lightly.

“I know” you laugh gently before you’re interrupted by Dae-Ho running past you.

“We’re running out of Ammo, Dae-Ho is going back to the dormitory to get some, the guards have spares in their pockets.” You and Young Il nod and lean back against the pillars as more bullets fly towards you.

“Shouldn’t they have found the control room by now!?” you shout up and the rest of the team agrees. Young Il grabs his radio and turns to the correct channel.

“Gi-Hun…Gi-Hun is everything okay?” he speaks into it, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. Your heart drops when you hear no answer.  “Gi-Hun…do you read me? over?” he tries again. Suddenly it crackles to life and Gi-Hus voice is heard through it.

“We’re trapped and low on ammo we need back up!” you hear him shout.

“Here, take these!” Player 120 shouts throwing some extra ammo towards Young Il. He nods in acknowledgement and puts them in his pocket.

“I need 2 people to come with me” Before you can say anything his hand is over your mouth muffling your words.

“I’ll come with you!” someone shouts up running to Young Ils side. Before anyone else could volunteer you bite Young Ils hand causing him to hiss and pull his hand back in pain. You stand and look him dead in the eyes.

“I’m coming with you”

“Y/n n-“ “I’m coming.with.you” you state. Young Il knew better than to argue so he sighs in defeat searching your eyes, silently begging you to stay but you were stubborn. He turns and begins to lead the way, you and the other player following in his footsteps.

“Where is Dae-Ho!?” you spin around as you hear 120 shout, also noticing that Dae-ho should’ve been back by now.

“Y/n go and find him” Young Il shouts

“What happened to being the safest when I’m with you?” you ask searching his eyes. He looks down in guilt.

“We need that ammo…without it we’re all dead” he looked up into your eyes and you nod rushing off in the direction of the dormitory. Along the walls you see the path player 120 had made for you shooting out the cameras and follow them all reaching the dormitory in no time.

“Dae-Ho!” you shout as you run in searching the room. “Has anyone seen Dae-Ho!?” you question as you run down the steps You look up to see player 007 pointing towards a set of bunk beds at the back. Rushing over to him you see he has he hands on his ears and fear radiating through his body. Gently you reach out to touch his hand but he sees you and flinches away.

“Where is the ammo Dae-Ho?” you ask calmly

“I-I-I’m sorry” he replies, tears starting to fall.

“Dae-Ho where is the ammo?” you ask now with more command in your tone. He points to a balled-up jacket filled with ammo.

“Thank you, stay here, okay?” you reply calmy before grabbing the jacket and heading out. Before you could leave more guards flood into the room.

“Everyone on the floor now!” they shout, aiming their guns at everyone Fear rises in your chest, and you close your eyes taking a deep breath before standing up to face them. You feel a small hand on your wrist as you begin to stand preventing you from moving, you look down to see player 149.

“This is no way to die sweetheart” you look at her and tears begin to well in your eyes once more. You had to get out of here, you had to make it back to Young Il. You nod gently not wanting to put everyone’s lives at risk and lower yourself onto the floor with everyone else. The coldness of the floor connected with your tear stained cheek as you lay flat awaiting their next instruction. You hear heavy footsteps echo around the room slowly coming closer to you until they came to a stop.

“Player 394” your heart drops “please stand” You slowly put your hands on the cold floor and push yourself up onto your knees and look up at the guard. He steps back allowing you to stand fully. “Please come with us” he instructs. You look back a player 149 and player 007 before you are pushed forward by another guard. You follow them through the long halls, dodging any bullets coming your way until you find yourself opposite your team. Looking over you see that now only players 120 and 246.

“Please follow us” the guard repeats as they push you in the direction of the staircase once more. Suddenly they fall to the floor and you freeze in your steps.

“Y/N Run!” you hear player 120 shout. In your head you thank her and start to run towards the corridor you had seen Young-il go down. As you walk towards the door you notice it is being pried open with a gun, you pick up the gun and check the ammo seeing it was full and silently thank the gods. Moving forward you take every precaution when turning the corners and steadily make your way through the maze. As you turn the next corner you see a body lying on the floor with no one else around. You hold the gun up ready to shoot anyone who came near you, and as you neared the body your blood ran cold.

“no…” Rushing over to the body you drop the gun on the floor and take his head in your hands.

“Jung-Bae…Jung Bae can you hear me?” you shake him in the hopes that there was still some life left in his body but to no avail. You bring his head to your chest and hold him, letting your stray tears fall into his hair.

“It was the consequence of the game” You freeze as you hear a voice sound from behind you. Slowly you place Jung-Bae’s body down and reach for your gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

“And who are you to stop me” you whisper, anger and sadness coursing through your body. You slowly turn your head; your hand still reaching for the gun and look at who was speaking to you. Quietly you gasp as before you stood a man in black, a black mask and a pistol in his hand looking down upon you, his power radiating from him. “You run these games…don’t you?” you ask in disgust. His silence told you everything you needed to know. As your mind begins to wander you begin to think about Young Il. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of anything happening to him and with ease you grab the gun and stand to our feet, pointing the gun towards the man in black. “Where are the others” you ask, your voice shaking but standing your ground.

“who? Your little hero player 456?” the mention of Gi-Hun made your eyes water.

“And the others” you demand “Player 015 and…” your voice hitches in your throat “Player 001” you whisper shakily. He tilts his head.

“They played the game and faced the consequences of losing” a sob leaves your lips, your tough demeanour breaking down.

“no….NO!” you go to pull the trigger but it is ripped out of your hands before you could. The pink guard beside you threw the gun to the side and forcefully pushes you down to your knees. His hands leave you and he returns to the masked mans side holding his gun close as you sat on your knees sobbing.

“Do not cry for the dead…you are one step closer to winning” he states stepping towards you.

“you really think that’s what I want?” you scoff, sniffling “after seeing so many die…after losing so many friends” you turn to look at Jung – Baes body. Suddenly his gloved hand reaches for your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. It felt oddly familiar. “You really think I want to win?” you whisper as you look up at him, searching for any emotion in his twisted demeanour. He crouches down to your height.

“I think you want to win more than your heart lets on”

“You don’t know me…you know nothing of what my heart wants” you angrily whisper, turning your head away sharply escaping his grip.

“I know more than you think” he whispers back sending a chill down your spine. You turn your head back towards him as he stands again, motioning towards a guard. They move forward and press their gun to your head as he walks away.

“who are you?” you ask quietly “if you are to kill me in cold blood then at least show me who you are” he stops in his tracks and turns back around slowly as if he was contemplating it. He walks towards you slowly, nudging the guard to the side as he stops in front of you once more, You look up at him, your tear stained cheeks glistening in the light and watch as he reaches up towards his mask. After what felt like an eternity the man slowly takes off his mask, your heart shattering as you look into the all too familiar eyes.

“no…” you whisper. He reaches his hand down to your cheek and brushes away a tear as it fell. He could see the betrayal in your face and it broke his heart more than he could know. You look into his eyes searching for an explanation but finding nothing. As he looks down at you, you can see the love flooding out of him….you can feel the guilt in his touch but you didn’t care.

“hi sweetheart”

“don’t you look at me like that…don’t you stand there and look at me like that after everything you’ve done” you whisper as more tears fell. “Is your name even Young Il?” you question with his betrayal running deep. His face drops a little as his heart breaks but quickly changes back to the hard demeanour he had before.

“No….it’s In-ho” he replies softly tucking a stand of hair behind your ear. He leans forward and connects your lips in a gentle kiss…almost as if he was saying goodbye and you don’t pull away. You allow him to kiss you one more time, you’d be dead soon anyway…right? In-ho stands ready to walk away again, leaving his guards to kill you but something was stopping him.

“I wanted you to get out of here you know…to live your life…to save your grandfather” he grabs your chin gently and runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “he’d be so proud of you” he mutters. He searches your face seeing the torment he was causing you at the mention of your grandfather. He removes his hand and steps back, pointing his own gun at your forehead. Your breath hitches. It felt like an eternity had passed and yet he still hadn’t pulled the trigger, he couldn’t. The more he looked into your eyes the more his heart told him not to.

“Why did you do it?” you whisper, your quiet voice bringing him away from his interna torment. He looks at you with confusion tilting his head. “Why did you let me fall knowing it would end like this?”

“because I thought I could catch you”

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Amorous - Chapter 5 - Frontman x Fem! Reader (squid games)

WARNINGS: Death, Stabbing, panic attack, slight smut implication, fighting, anxiety, arguing.

See the other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

NOTES: Let me know what you think!

Tags: @tinylawyerbluebird

“Lights out will be in 30 minutes, please ensure you are prepared for lights out” you let out a small breath and get up onto your feet preparing to walk across to your bed.

“When the lights turn out, hide under the beds” Gi-Hun tells the group. You look up at him confused.

“Why?” You question.

“The vote came to a tie; they will do anything they can to make sure we play the next game…even if that means taking out players on our side” He whispers lowly so the other side doesn’t hear.  Your heart sinks, this is what Young Il was talking about the other night…he knew they would attack…how? You shake your head as Gi-Hun continues. “When I was here last time there was a night where everyone went insane and become cold blooded murderers…simply to be the last one standing, now they will want to put a stop to it before we lose too many players- “

“Who is ‘they’?” Jun-Hee asks quietly. You notice Young Il tense his jaw slightly but think nothing of it and turn back towards Gi-Hun. “the ones in charge, lead by a man in a black mask, they sit and watch us play these games for their own amusement” Your stomach churns at the thought of someone watching people die for fun. You zone out as thoughts race through your head, who are they? Why would they want to watch people die? What made them like this?

“so we just take the guns? Then what?” you hear Young Il ask

“We end this”

“Where do we find them?” Dae – Ho asks. Gi-Hun points upwards, and all of our heads follow his as he looks up

“Up there, above the staircases…above it all”

“so when the lights are turned off they will attack?” Gi-Hun nods in response.

“We must all hide under our beds until the guards come in to stop the fight, and then we will take them down and take their guns” You let out a shaky breath unsure if you could do this, you had never handled a gun before let alone attack someone. Soon enough the group disperses, and you try and make yourself a makeshift bed under the bunks.

“Stay hidden tonight” your head turns in the direction he voice came from , your eyes meeting Young Ils.

“Well I didn’t exactly plan to run to my death Young Il” you snap at him, tiredness now getting the better of you. You watch as he clenches his jaw and tilts his head slightly.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt…that’s all” He sits beside you leaning against the metal frame of the bunks and takes your hand in his.

“I know…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you its just…all of this” you motioned around the room “It’s so much and I am so tired of having to fight everyday just to survive” he nods his head as he listens to you. “I’m only surviving for you” you turn your head to look at him. He smiles softly and turns his body to face you, bringing his hand up to rest of your cheek.

“survive for yourself” he whispers, leaning his forehead on yours. You sniffle as you begin to tear up, the emotions becoming too much for you to handle. “Oh sweetheart”

“I’m scared Young Il” you confess.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you…I promise” he nudges his nose against yours and gently presses a longing kiss to your lips. You feel your heart racing in your chest as he deepens the kiss nibbling softly on your bottom lip. You gasp lightly and he slides his tongue in now battling yours for dominance. Your hands reach up into his hair and pull lightly eliciting a soft moan from his illustrious lips. He breaks the kiss breathing heavily and leans his forehead on yours once again.

“If we don’t stop I’m going to take you right here” he whispers breathlessly. You giggle at him and pull away nodding your head as you move your hand down to rest on his chest.

“Young Il come help!” You hear Gi-Hun shout. Young Il looks at you and offers you a small smile before pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and standing up.

“I’ll come back for you” A blush adorns your cheeks as you smile back at him and nod your head biting your bottom lip slightly.

“The following players have been eliminated, player 401, Player 229, Player 331, Player 268 and Player 230” You stand up confused as money begins to fall into the piggy bank, Gi-Hun and Young Il come up beside you doing the same.

“What’s happened Young Il?” you question growing evidently more scared by the second.

“I don’t know I-“he is cut off by both doors to the side of the dormitory opening slowly. Your breath hitches as you watch other players from both sides walk through the doors covered in blood. You reach down to grab Young Ils hand as you start to shake in fear. Gently he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb trying to comfort you but it was no use.

“Hey guys, the ‘X’s tried to kill us so they’d win tomorrows vote” one of the players who voted ‘O’ shouts,

“No we didn’t you started it!” Both sides began to argue, edging closer to each other as their malicious words fill the air. You could feel your chest becoming tight and tears pool in your eyes making your vision blurry as you begin to step back away from the arguments. Soon your back touched the wall and you slid down it holding your chest and breathing frantically. Nobody had noticed your state until Young Il tried to speak to you and realised you were no longer beside him. Frantically he looked around with panic setting in until his eyes landed on your frail form crouched on the floor against the wall. He rushed over and crouched down in front of you.

“Hey hey come here” he leans forward bringing you into his arms rocking you gently.

“Lights out will be in 2 minutes, please prepare yourself for lights out” Young Il sighed lightly and pulled away.

“Hey, look at me” You lift your head, your vision still blurry. “When the lights go out they will attack there’s no stopping them…. if you make any noise they’ll hear you and kill you okay?” You nod slowly. “No more crying okay?” he whispers and you nod once more, your breathing still frantic. Young Il grabs your hand and pulls it towards his chest. “Breath with me, in and out…in and out” you follow his breathing and soon enough yours calms down matching his perfectly.

“Lights out in 3..2..1” The lights turn out and Young Il grabs your hand. He pulls you under the closest bed and lies next to you. You hear a piercing scream echo through the dormitory and soon enough the fight begins. You watch out intently from under the bed until a woman falls in front of you with another player on her back, stabbing her continuously with a fork. You open your mouth to gasp but Young Il covers it quickly with his hand. The woman’s eyes bore into yours as you watch the light leave them, your heart wanting to reach out and sacrifice your life to save hers. Suddenly the silver doors open and guards run in shooting their guns into the air causing you to flinch and hide your face in Young Ils shoulder.

“Stay here” he orders as he begins to move away from you

“Where are you going!?” you whisper in fear.

“To get the guns…Gi-Huns plan remember?” he looks at you seeing nothing but fear in your eyes.

“Please don’t go….” You beg quietly, Young Ils heart clenches as the words slip from your lips

“I have to” he rushes as he looks out at the guards walking around the room “it’s the only way to save us” He looks back at you once more “it’s the only way to save you…”

“I can’t watch you walk to your death Young Il….my heart can’t take it”

“And you think mine can? Every day I wake terrified that that day is the day I lose you, every thought I have is of keeping you safe…If I don’t do this and you die because of me…” You reach up and place your hand on his cheek as he looks up at you “I would never be able to forgive myself” he confesses. You lean forward and press your lips to his, the only thing felt between you both being love. You take a deep breath before replying

“then save me my hero” tears slip down your cheeks as coldness overcomes your body as he slips out from under the bed and makes his way towards the guards.

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Amorous Chapter 4 - Frontman x Fem! Reader (Squid Games)

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, very very slight smut implications, anxiety, mention of guns.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: If anybody would like any In-Ho/Frontman requests doing please drop me a message, i would love to write more for him!

See other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

After the game naturally everyone was exhausted, the lack of food and the inability to sleep had gotten to you all. You sat on the steps with the ‘X’ group with Young Il at your side, your bodies so close you could feel his heat and listened to them talk about the events to come.

“They have 12 more on their side” Dae-Ho speaks out loud “It’s going to be hard for us to win the next vote” Young Il Stands and replies,

“That may sound like a lot…but if 6 of them change their minds it’ll be 50/50, and if somehow we can get seven…we might even win”

“But a few of the ‘X’s could also change their minds and switch now” Dae-ho responds, fear settling in.

“If they voted ‘X’ last time I’m sure they won’t change their minds”

“Why’s that?” you question, Young Il turns to look at you.

“Before when they voted to leave they were happy to do so with less money, it wouldn’t make sense for them to put their lives at risk by playing another game” you nod in understanding and he turns back towards the rest of the group.

“Maybe we should try speaking to the ‘O’s and get them to change their minds?” you suggest

“No!” Young Il quickly turns back towards you with worry in his voice “Most of those guys are going to want to keep going until the last game…no matter the cost…if we try something they won’t just sit by and let it happen”

“Then what do you suggest we do?” Gi-Hun questions, his voice raising slightly as anger takes over. Young Il walks closer to him, now speaking in hushed tones.

“If we do something now things could get violent! Do you really want that to happen?” You hear Young Il speak.

“I think he’s right Gi-Hun, I’m scared…and if anyone else feels that way then surely they’ll vote to leave…I’ve calculated the total to be over 300 Million, that’s enough to help people” Dae-Ho interjects. Before Gi-Hun could response a loud buzz echoes through the dormitory causing you to jump slightly. Through the doors the pink guards came holding their guns close to their bodies, a shiver runs down your spine as you recall the sound of people getting shot a few hours ago.

“Congratulations, you have made it through yet another game in the series, now if I may have your attention I will now announce the results of the third game” The room darkens and money begins to fall into the piggy bank hanging from the ceiling. You take a deep breath and stand looking as it all fell in. “We will once again conduct a vote in reverse order from highest to lowest, player 456 please cast your vote” Gi-Hun takes a deep breath and walks towards the podium, of course pressing ‘X’. The more people that vote the more you find your heart sinking. As your turn arrived and you walk down the centre you find yourself playing with your jacket sleeve, anxiety overcoming you. Arriving at the podium you press ‘X’ and walk over to stand by Gi-Hun. Quick enough the players went down, and small cheers of victory could be heard through the ‘X’s.

“Holy shit, 3 more to go we only need 3 more!” Dae-Ho whispered in celebration towards Gi-Hun causing a smile to grace his face. Looking up at the scoreboard you see that the ‘O’s were now in the lead but only by 1…

“And finally player 001, please cast your vote” You watch as Young Il makes his way down the centre towards the podium and press ‘X’. Shit…a draw. He walks over to you smiling.

“Voting has now concluded”

“Okay so we’ve reached a tie, now what?” Player 100 shouts out, clearly annoyed.

“Clause 3 of the consent form: Should the initial vote result in a tie, the players will vote again”

“How long do we get before the next vote?” “To ensure you have time to carefully consider your options, the second vote will be conducted tomorrow, until then please take this this time to carefully think about your future” The guards confirmed. They began to wheel the podium away and all players around you returned to their groups, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, you stand there looking up at the scoreboard with fear running through every vein in your body.

“Hey you okay?” You jump as you hear Young Ils voice behind you. You turn your head to the side to look at him and offer him a small smile.

“Yeah I just…I guess I expected more people to want to leave” you whisper sadly.

“We get a second chance tomorrow remember…maybe some will change their minds after thinking about it overnight” he comforts you by placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess…I just hope no one else dies before then” You turn to face him and catch a small smile on his face.

“C’mon its nearly time for lights out” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you both walk across to the steps, taking your seat awaiting both food and lights out.

“You want some of mine?” Dae-Ho asks, his mouth full as you sit and play with your food. You laugh lightly and shake your head.

“No Thank you”

“It’s good right?” Jun-Hee says giggling at Dae-Ho as he scoffs his food down quickly.

“Mhm” You laugh lightly again as you feel a small nudge on your shoulder. Turning your head you see Young Il looking at you concerned.

“Are you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’m just not hungry I guess…seeing so many people die today has put me off my food” you confess looking into his eyes. He exhales lightly before nodding his head.

“I understand…but you need to keep your strength up. Can’t win if you’re weak now can you?” he offers a small smile to show he is joking with you and you roll your eyes at him. You turn back to your food trying to force yourself to eat something when you feel his breath on your ear.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me sweetheart” Your breath hitches in your throat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Instinctively you press your thighs together, his strict tone sent shivers through your body…a feeling you had recently grown to like. Young Il noticed the way you clenched your thighs together and smirked, he was slowly learning things about you that would be very useful in future. The only thing he didn’t know was how hard you’d fallen for him and how hard he had fallen for you. These games weren’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to come in and get close to player 456…not fall for you. You who had ruined all of his plans…you who had taken his heart without realising…you who he knew he would have to choose between.

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Ilmarë - Part 3 - Annatar/Sauron x Fem! reader

WARNINGS: None just pure Fluff :)

Notes: Sorry this has taken so long to upload but i hope you enjoy!! If anyone has any requests i am happy to do them!

Wordcount: 1.1k

You hold your breath as Annatars lips touch your cheek, kissing away the tear that had fallen, it lights your entire world on fire. He pulls away and you release the breath you had been holding,

“Ilmarë” your eyes flutter open as he whispers your name. A small smile graces the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of your now flushed cheeks and eyes darkened from the tears.

“is she not deserving of it my lord? Your affections I mean” he laughs gently

“Perhaps” your heart drops “but there is another much more deserving” he confesses as his hand moves down to your waist closing the already non-existent gap between you. His nose touches yours and you take in a small breath. “Someone much more…bewitching” he leans forward, his lips almost on yours. You feel his breath on your lips as he edges closer, your heart screaming for him to close the gap.

“I know what I must do!” The doors to the forge swing open as Celebrimbor rushes through them causing you and Annatar to break away from one another. Your father rushes up the stairs not noticing the flushed state you were in and the tightness of Annatars jaw as he clenched it shut. Eagerly he sits down in his chair, pushing all of his parchments aside picking out a new piece and getting to work.

“I suppose I should leave you be then father” you speak with slight amusement in your voice. You hear nothing but the wave of his hand signalling his approval causes you to laugh lightly. You bow your head in respect and walk towards the stairs. Knowing you had to walk past Annatar you keep your head down not wanting to make eye contact until he stands in front of you blocking your path. You try to move past him, but he places a hand under your chin before you can

“Meet me here tonight…there is something I must show you”

“My lord…I – “

“Please Ilmarë” he begs, eyes searching yours.

“I…okay” you whisper lowering your head and pushing past him. Closing the doors behind you with a loud bang you find yourself resting on them, eyes closed trying to catch your breath. Being so close to Annatar is something you could only ever dream of, the things you feel and the rushes you get are the things you’ve only read about.

“Is everything alright my lady?” Your eyes shoot open to see Mirdania standing in front of you concerned.

“Yes…everything is fine thank you…I just needed a moment that is all” She smiles and nods her head at you before scurrying past you and into the forge.

“Lord Annatar” You hear her voice call as she runs in, you roll your eyes and push yourself off of the door and head towards your chambers.

Time passed as you sat reading on your window ledge and you soon realised it was now nightfall. You delicately close your book and place it on the table beside you before getting up onto your feet and making your way to the forge. Eregion was quiet now, the only sound being the burning of the torches and the light chatter amongst the guards as you make your way through the courtyard. Soon enough you reach the forge and bring your hand up the handle slowly opening the door.  You walk in and take a look around searching for Annatar, but all you can see is the flickering lights of the lit candles around the room.

“I thought you weren’t coming” his voice speaks elegantly as he appears as if from nowhere and makes his way down the stairs towards you. He takes your hands in his and looks down at you.  “Thank you”

“What for?”

“Being here” a blush creeps onto your face as he takes your hand leading you across to the table he had been working at with Mirdania.

“What is it you wanted to show me My lord?” You question, confusion flowing through you as he stays silent, letting go of your hand as e searches through the tools on the table.

“My Lord?”

“Aha!” he shouts in joy, making you jump slightly as he turns towards you with something in his hands. “Turn around Ilmarë” You look up at him confused, but as you look up you see happiness radiating through his eyes and a smile adorns your face. You turn around and feel something cold around our neck as Annatars hand gently touch your skin. You gasp at the coldness and look down to see the most beautiful silver necklace, adorned with Red Rubies and shining like you had never seen before. Your hand reaches up to wrap around it as you turn back towards Annatar in shock.

“This is what I had been working on today…with Mirdania. Of course, she thought it was for her but…” he steps closer to you pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “No one could look as perfect as you do right now Ilmarë” Your heart jumps in your chest at his words. Once again his hand finds itself resting on your cheek as you look into each other’s eyes, he knew that you longed for him as much as he yearned for you.

“My lord I –“

“I thought I told you to call me by my name?” You blush at his words and nod.

“sorry…Annatar, I do not think I am worthy of such a gift” you confess. He looks into your eyes with sadness looming in them

“Renich i lú i erui govannem?” (do you remember the first time we met?) He asks. You nod your head remembering the night you first saw him. A smile creeps onto your face as you remember how it felt to be near him for the first time. Now the butterflies had multiplied, and you couldn’t imagine a day without seeing his face. “Your smile told me everything I needed to know…you are worthy of the finest gifts in all of the valar, worthy of gifts forged by Feanor himself” You shake your head at him and begin to pull away. “Ilmarë” he whispers as he grabs your arm gently, stopping you from leaving. Stepping towards you, he places his hand on your waist and his forehead against yours and his other hand on your cheek once more. He gently nudges your nose with his, tilting his head to the side and finally capturing your lips in a kiss so tender you almost didn’t feel it. Wrapping your arms around his neck you deepen this kiss finally getting some kind of release. You feel him smile into the kiss and you knew then that this man would be your weakness.

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Hi!

I was wondering if you could make a Legolas x reader where legolas angrily confesses to the reader. They could be arguing about the reader wanting to be independent and legolas is line “i know you can but let me help you” I hope this makes sense lolll

Please take as much time needed!!!!

Btw i absolutely LOVE your work :D !!!

Hey! Of course, hopefully i have done your idea justice and brought it to life how you imagined! Thank you so much really appreciate it!

WARNINGS: Death, Orcs, Explosions, Soft Legolas :)

NOTES: this is the first request I've done so hopefully it's okay!

Hours had passed since the orcs began their attack on helms deep and you had now lost sight of your companions.�� The more you fought the more you felt your heart sink at the thought that any of them could be in danger. Lost in thought you narrowly miss a sword to your stomach and return the favour swiping your sword cross the orcs neck when you hear Aragorn shout from the wall above you.

“Legolas bring him down!” your head turns in the direction of his voice and soon enough your feet carried you to him, bringing down orc by orc as you ran.

“Y/n what are you doing! Go back to the caves” Aragorn commands

“No, I can fight!” Aragorn rushes over to you and places his hand on your arm in a harsh grip but before he can utter another word you are both flung into the air as the wall explodes. You feel your body hit the floor and your ears ring for what seems like days. Slowly you open your eyes to see thousands of orcs running towards you snarling with their swords ready to attack. Before you can stand Aragorn rushes in front of you protecting you as you see Gimli jumps into the mass stalling them. As you rise to your feet thousands of arrows fly past your head taking down as many orcs as possible, narrowly missing your head in the Process.

“Charge” you hear Aragorn shout and before you knew it an army of elves gracefully ran past you charging into the enemy, many of them falling victim to the orcs vicious attack. Taking a deep breath you grab your sword now buried between a pile of rocks and prepare to attack, but before you can something stops you. A hand so soft grasping at your wrist as if it were scared to let you move. You bring your sword up ready to attack as you swifty turn on your feet only to be met with the worried face of Legolas, your sword now at the hilt of his throat. You let out the breath you didn’t realise you were holding and lower your sword.

“Legolas let me go”

“You can’t, there’s too many of them” he replied, worry evident in his tone

“Legolas please…” you look at him with pleading eyes. He knows you have to do this…for your own sake. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek and wipes away a stray tear that had fallen. You smile softly and lean into his touch.

“I cannot wa-“ You push him away with such force he stumbles back almost tripping over the corpses under his feet. As you look at him you see his face harden as he clenches his jaw, you look at him with anger flowing through your body.

“You cannot decide what I do, you cannot decide what is best for me” you speak at him raising your voice. “I am going to fight, and I will fight alone if that is what it takes” You sternly continue as you turn your back on him walking into the fight.

“you cannot win this fight on your own! You turn back to him once more, your eyes burning into his.

“I will if that is what it takes” Swiftly you reach your sword out to your side stopping the enemy coming up behind you in its tracks before looking at Legolas once more and turning away walking into the fight.

 “Y/N!” You hear him shout behind you, but you keep walking, your sword at your side and courage flowing through your veins. “I cannot watch you die!” You freeze in your steps, his words piercing through you like an arrow. You turn back to look at him, confusion evident on your face as he walks towards you with his bow at his side. Soon enough he stands before you breathing heavily as your eyes look up at him “I cannot watch you die” he whispers breathlessly reaching for your hand. “In all the years I have known you, in all the fights I’ve watched you win my heart cries at the very thought you would never return” He steps forward closing the gap resting his forehead on yours. You take in a sharp breath, shocked at the closeness between you and watch him as he closes his eyes. “in all victories I have seen… none compare to the victory my heart feels when you come back” Tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“I have to do this…you know I do” he leans back, looking at you as if you had broken his heart into a million pieces.  He nods his head knowingly

“I know you do…but don’t do it alone”

Let me know what you think, my inbox is open to any more requests for Lord of the rings, rings of power or squid games!:)

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Amorous - Chapter 3 - Frontman x Fem! reader

WARNINGS: 18+, Implied smut, swearing, death, guns shooting, angst, slight harassment from thanos

See the other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

NOTE: Let me know what you think!

Wordcount : 2,6k

Leave or stay…leave or stay. The only words floating through your mind as you stare at the buttons underneath your fingertips. You wanted to see your grandfather, you really did but as always, your heart wanted to win, it yearned for the soft touches and the gentle smile of Young Il, but you couldn’t let it win this time. Your hand quickly pressed ‘X’ and that side of the room cheered. You handed your badge over to the guards taking the new one presented to you. As everyone took their turn the numbers started to go up and you held a little spark of hope that you could go home. Until the end that is. You look up at the scoreboard seeing the ‘O’s were in the lead and your heart dropped as Gi-Hun took the final vote, of course voting to leave. It made barely any difference to the score.

“Dear players, lights out will be in 30 minutes, please prepare yourself for lights out”

You let out a small sigh and begin to walk over to your bed when someone grabs your hand. As you turn to look your heart drops. Thanos.

“Ay seniorita, I think you should stay with US tonight” pointing between him and his friend.

“No thank you” you whisper and turn to walk away but he runs infront of you, grabbing your shoulder as he does so.

“C’mon pretty girl, nothings gonna happen” he leans down so his lips are almost brushing over yours. You stand still in fear. “not unless you beg for it” he whispers, his breath fanning on your lips.

“She’s with us” butterflies erupt in your stomach as Young Il comes up behind you. Thanos looks up, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick the side of his lips as he lets out a defeated chuckle. He puts his hands up in Défense walking backwards away from you. Before he turns away he shoots a dark smile in your direction and makes a love heart with his hands. You shudder at the thought of him and turn to Young Il.

“Thank you” he nods in response.

“Stay with us tonight” he spoke, his voice firm and cold, nothing like he had been earlier. Your heart drops slightly at his tone and you glance over his shoulder seeing Dae-Ho wave you over excitedly. Smiling at him you make your way past Young Il, stopping when you feel his grip on your wrist. You turn and look at him, watching as he takes in a deep breath before letting you go. Confused you shake your head and continue walking towards Dae-Ho and the rest of the team. Young Il didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night, your heart aching at the thought that you had done something to upset him. You tossed and turned unable to sleep as thoughts once again plagued your mind, huffing lightly you sit up in bed and run your hands down your face in frustration.

“Can’t sleep?” you jump at the sudden noise beside you. You look up to see none other than Young Il.

“no…I can’t get a decent night sleep in here…I’m exhausted” you confess,

“May i?” he gestures to the space infront of you on the bed and you nod lightly. He sits and turns to face you. “I understand, I can’t seem to sleep either, it’s almost like a waiting game…” your lips frown in confusion.

“waiting game?” you ask quietly. He looks around the room.

“To see when they’ll attack” your heart jumps into your throat, what does he mean attack? Why would they attack?. Young Il looks at you noticing the fear spreading across your face. “it won’t be tonight, you don’t have to worry” he reassures you.

“How do you know?”

“They would’ve done it by now” he confidently replies. “You really should try and rest, you’ll need your strength for tomorrows game” he speaks as he stands up. Before he walks away you grab his hand, you feel him tense under your touch.

“Thank you”

“What for?”

“Earlier…saving me from Thanos and his minion” He laughs lightly and squeezes your hand.

“You don’t need to thank me” You stand up, your stature small compared to his, but nonetheless you look up at him. He tilts his head down looking back at you.

“Yes I do…nobody else helped me, they would’ve let him continue” you look into his eyes seeing a hint of anger flash through them. “Why did you help me Young Il?” you whisper placing your hand on his chest

“A gentleman never leaves a lady in distress” he replies, his jaw clenching as you begin to remove your hand from his chest. He catches your wrist, ensuring it stays in its place, his eyes not meeting yours.

“Oh” you whisper, disappointment evident in your tone as you look down at your shoes. Young Il notices and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He reaches for your chin but you pull away from his grip shattering his heart. You step back and look up at him. “I really should try to get some sleep now” your voice filled with sadness. As you turn to return to your bed you feel Young Ils hand wrap around your waist and pull you into him, your back hitting his chest. You gasp lightly and his other hand comes up to cover your mouth. You feel his breath tickle your ear as he leans down.

“You want to know why I saved you huh? You do something to me y/n, the way you walk, the way your hips move so perfectly” He places a tender kiss at the top of your ear. “The way you talk, so well spoken and polite” his lips trace down to your ear lobe. “Oh the nights I’ve spent imagining how polite your words would be as I fuck your pretty little brains out” Your eyes widen at his confession and your breathing begins to pick up, your heart beat now erratic. You feel his hand loosen around your waist as he turns you towards him, walking you backwards until your back hits the wall. He leans forward pressing his forehead to yours, removing his hand from your mouth as he inches closer. “The nights I’ve spent imagining the feel of your lips on mine” he moves to kiss your cheek “to feel the warmth of you as I hold you” he kisses your other cheek, leaning back to look into your eyes. “to feel every inch of you close to me” he kisses your nose and pulls back once more, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. He leans forward, nearly closing the gap between you “to have all of you”.

“Players, please awaken and prepare for the fourth game, please follow instructions and make your way to the games hall, I will now repeat” You take a deep breath as Young Il removes himself from you, walking backwards but still looking into your eyes until he met Gi-Hun. As the players make their way down from their beds and into the centre of the room you stand still trying to reorganize your thoughts. What the fuck just happened. All you could think about was the coldness that crept into you at the absence of Young Ils hands. Soon enough you made your way down the steps, following the guards to the game hall. As the doors open you’re met with a room full of doors and a large carousel in the centre. You hear murmurs of the other players trying to decipher the game.

“Dear players, the game you will be playing is ‘Mingle’, the carousel will spin in time with the music, when it stops a number will be called, you must then form a group of this number and enter a room before the time is up. You will have 30 seconds per round. Players, please make your way onto the podium” You begin to make your way to the podium, standing between two players you don’t recognise and prepare yourself for what’s to come. The carousel starts to move and the music begins to blare through the speakers. The lights flickered and your breath caught in your throat. In the dark? Surely not. Before you could think the lights flickered back on and the carousel stops.

“10” everybody scrambles around looking for a team and you hear your name being called from the chaos. You look around trying to find who the voice belongs to, your eyes settling on Gi-Hun frantically waving you over to them. You rush over, smiling at Jun-Hee as she takes your hand.

“We have 10, Over there” Gi-Hun shouts, pointing towards a room in the distance. You all rush towards the room falling in as the timer counts down to zero. As the last second ticks Gi-Hun slams the door shut, the lock locking automatically. You look around the room at everyone breathing heavily, your eyes landing on Young Il only for a second as shots begin to be fired. The screams outside died down and the door unlocked signalling for the players to return to the podium. You follow your team and find your place between Gi-Hu and Young Il. The events that conspired earlier in the day now no longer a thought in your mind as you fought to say alive. As the carousel begins to move again you feel Young Il take your hand in his, holding it tightly. You say nothing as the music stops.

“3” Once again everyone begins to scramble. Jun-Hee rushes over to you taking your hand and you look between Young Il and Gi-Hun.

“You three go, I’ll find two more” Young Il shouts letting your hand go. Your eyes widen in fear

“No!” you reach out to grab his hand but are dragged away by Gi-Hun. Young Il watches as he drags you away despite your struggle, his eyes never leaving yours.  “Young Il!” you cry, fear now rushing through you. What if he couldn’t find anyone. You struggle against Gi-Huns grip on you, and he pushes you forcefully into the room closing the door as the timer hits Zero once again. As gun shots fill the air you rush to the door and look out amongst the remaining players praying you didn’t see his face. Soon enough the door unlocked, and you rushed out as if your life depended on it. You stood as the crowd moved towards the podium once more, searching for his all to familiar eyes, your heart breaking more with each second you couldn’t find him. Losing faith you begin to move through the crowd, ignoring the calls of Gi-Hun and Jun- Hee. You have to find him. As you move through the crowd your vision starts to become blurry as tears pool in your eyes.

“Y/n!” your head whips around at the sound of your name being called and relief washes over you. He’s alive. You rush over to him jumping into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck. You feel his arms wrap around you with one hand holding the back of your head as you let your emotions come out.

“Shh it’s okay I’m okay” he soothed you as he stroked your hair calming you down. As you calm down you step back to look at him. Placing both hands on his cheeks you look into his eyes seeing tears on his cheek too.

“I thought I lost you” you whispered. He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours.

“Never”

“Players please return to the podium” As you return to the podium with Young Il it begins to move again. You look up at him smiling gently and he returns the gesture. The podium came to an abrupt stop.

“6” You hurriedly find you your group of six and move towards the closest door you could find. You all rushed through the door and slammed it shut with seconds to spare. As the round ended you all cautiously stepped out of the room, the floor now decorated with blood and silence filling the air.

“Please prepare for the final round” Once again you all stepped onto the podium awaiting the final round.

“How many do you think it’ll be this time?” Gi-Hun asks looking around.

“Two” Young Il speaks without hesitation. You look at him confused by his confidence

“How do you know?”

“Look around, there are 126 players left and only 50 rooms, if it’s two people there will only be enough for 100 to survive, if you don’t get to a room quickly…you’re done for” you nod your head in understanding and the podium came to a stop.

“2” Without thinking Young il grabs your hand and rushes towards the closest room he could find. As you get closer to the door he lets go of your hand to pull it open and you run faster now time running out. Suddenly you are pulled back by your hair and thrown to the floor by another player pain radiating through you as your head connects with the floor. Young Il hears your scream and looks out to see you on the floor and the man who pulled you down rushing towards him. In one swift movement he grabs the man and shouts at you to run into the room once you had gotten back on your feet. Your heart was beating fast and sweat began to drip down your forehead as you rush into the room, your blood running cold when you see another player already in there. Shit. Young Il runs in behind you and closes the door looking up at your face noticing the fear and followed your eyes.

“Out” he ordered the man in the corner

“That’s not fair we were here first” he objected. Young Il looked up at the timer and quickly rushed at the man wrapping his arm around his throat. You watch as Young Il tightens his grip around the man’s throat, his eyes emotionless as they look into your soul. Suddenly you hear a crack and the man falls limp in Young Ils arms. The door locks and shots fill the air. Young Il pushes the body off of him and stands up walking towards you. He pushes your body against the wall and caresses your cheek. You should be scared, he had just killed a man infront of you with no mercy…no remorse but yet…you feel even more drawn to him, the way his eyes grew dark ignited something within you, something you had never felt before. Looking into his eyes now your heart feels as though it could burst,

“do not hate me for what I have done” he whispers placing his forehead on yours. Without thinking you reply.

“I could never hate you” He pulls back searching your eyes for anything to tell him it was a cruel trick, but he found nothing but love. Without a second thought he presses his lips to yours in a kiss so desperate neither one of you wanted to pull away. You feel him gently bite down on your bottom lip as your hands travel up into his hair pulling lightly drawing a soft moan from his lips as he pulls away causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of contact. He smirks and presses a shorter kiss to your lips parting when the door unlocked. You admire him as he steps back from you, his messy hair and lips glistening had your stomach reaching for him. He looks towards you once more offering you his hand. You take it without a second thought and watch him as he brings it to his lips whispering,

“You have no idea what you do to me”

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Amorous - Chapter 2, Part 2. Frontman/ Fem! reader

See the other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

As you return from the second game you can't help but let guilt overtake you, your heart breaking the more you think of how you failed until Young il convinces you otherwise.

WARNINGS: Mention of cancer and illness, Y/N blaming herself, soft frontman.

NOTES - Chapter 3 may or may not be out later tonight, if not tonight 100% tomorrow.

Wordcount - 1k

Walking into the dormitory felt like a death march, no one spoke except the few murmurs of players amongst themselves as they watched your team walk through the doors. You felt a sense of guilt in your mind, why couldn’t you hit the stone, why weren’t you good enough? You could’ve killed your team…they could’ve been dead because of you. You wrap your arms around yourself and silently part from your team, walking across to your bed. You sit down and bring your knees to your chest, resting your cheek on them as you look to the side. Player 007 and player 149 sit together whispering under their breaths, you overhear player 149.

“If you leave here without me, I know you’ll be fine, but if I left without you….” Your heart strings tear as you hear her confession. They are clearly mother and son, you couldn’t imagine the pain if one of them had to leave without the other. Your mind wanders to your grandfather, it hurts that you can’t see him until you leave this dreaded place, IF you leave this place. You just hope he can hold on that long, you know he is strong, you wished you were as strong as him but alas your emotions and your heart get the better of you. After the last games you fight your heart with your head, you knew it to be logical to leave and find the money some other way but something was keeping you here…or someone. You mind began to wander, images of Young Il tying the rope on the spinning top infiltrate your mind, His veins so prominent, his grip so gentle yet tight at the same time, you wander what they’d feel like around you. As the thought enters your mind your face flushed a deep shade of red, yet a smile made its way onto your face.

Your mind continues to wander, so far that you almost don’t feel the tap on your shoulder. You shake your head and look up meeting the very eyes you had pictured not a minute before. Your cheek flush a deep Scarlett as your eyes connect.

“Are you okay? You’ve been by yourself for a while” your heartbeat quickens.

“I…I am sorry” you speak quietly tilting your head down to face your lap. Concerned, Young Il sits in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, hey look at me” you ignore his request letting your tears fall freely. You feel him shift slightly as he brings his hand to wipe your tears away, letting his hand rest on your cheek. “Look at me” he whispers, his thumb stroking your cheek as more tears fall. Using all of your courage you tilt your head to look up at him, seeing nothing but sadness in his eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for, we survived, we made –“

“but what If we didn’t…?” you speak so quietly he almost doesn’t hear. “we’d all be dead and it’d be my fault” you whisper, sniffling as you bring your arm up to wipe away a few tears.

“No, no one is blaming you” you scoff and shake your head at him, your gaze moves to the group of players you had played the games with, all of them shooting glances in your direction. Suddenly you feel both of Young ils hands on your face, pulling your attention back to him.

“Hey” he speaks now with a firm but caring tone “nobody is blaming you, if you don’t believe me come and sit with us, they will happily welcome you in” his hands leave your cheeks as his arms return to his side, aiding in him rising off of your bed. He reaches out his hand to you waiting for you to take it. Gently you placed your hand in his wiping your cheek dry as you get up, yet young Il doesn’t move. He stands looking at you, your hand in his as you look back up at him taking in his every feature, from his dimples to the way his eyebrows furrow when a thought comes into his mind. You watch as he reaches up with his other hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, smiling in satisfaction when you lean slightly into his touch. “You’re too beautiful to let sadness ruin you” he whispers running his hand across your cheek and turning away from you to walk back towards the group still grasping your hand. As you reach, the group they all look up at you.

“You all remember y/n right?” Young Il asked. The group nodded and happily motioned for you to join them. You feel Young Ils grip on your hand loosen as he lets go, pushing you gently towards an empty space at the top of the stairs. You take your seat with him following suit, your thighs brushing together but neither of you making the effort to separate them.

“So, y/n, why are you here?” Dae-Ho asks. You smile at him and reply

“My grandfather, he is all I have left in this world. My parents abandoned me when I was a child so my grandfather is all I’ve known, last year he was diagnosed with cancer…” you stop as your stomach drops the more you explain. “I will do anything I can to pay for his treatment and save him” you finish with a shaky breath. Dae-Ho looks at you with sympathy in his eyes.

“A noble reason indeed, I am sure he’d be proud of you” Gi-Hun speaks You smile at him, the thought of making your grandfather proud is one that sticks in your mind every day. Suddenly a loud buzz echoes through the dormitory and pink guards begin to flood in, wheeling through the voting podium. Whilst the rest of your team stand and make their way to the centre of the room you sat still raking through your mind about what to do. Your head is telling you to leave, to be with your grandfather but your heart…your heart yearns to stay.

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Amorous - Chapter 2, part 1. Frontman x Fem! reader.

See the other chapters below:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

The second game commences and your fear overtakes you, you feel hopeless and defeated but there is still a flicker of hope.

WARNINGS: Death, shooting, guns, swearing, mild mention of arousal, Young il talking down to himself.

NOTES: This chapter will be in 2 parts, in the next part there will be more interactions with Young il. Its a slow burn kind of story:)

Wordcount - 2.4k

Before now you had never struggled to get to sleep, being here with strangers made you feel uneasy and staring at the bunk above you didn’t help. Huffing lightly you get to your feet and try and direct yourself through the dark. You thought that maybe a bathroom break would help. Struggling to see apart from the bright ‘X’ and ‘O’ on the floor you bumped into someone. Gasping lightly you go to apologise but they began to shout before you could.

“Ay watch where you’re going senorita damn” His voice was loud waking up many other players in the process. Your cheeks began to heat up as you feel the stares of those around you.

“I-I’m sorry it’s dark I couldn’t see I –“

“I’m sorry its dark I couldn’t see blah blah” The man mocked you making a crying face as he did so. Suddenly his face dropped and he stalked towards you. He roughly grabs your hair and pulls your head back. “Maybe you should open your eyes pretty girl, next time it won’t be so –“

“Let her go” a voice behind you speaks up, it was authoritive and strict and for some reason caused an ache in your stomach you had not felt before. Thanos moved his eyes from you glancing behind you and a smirk crept up to his lips.

“What’re you going to do Gramps? Beat me with your walking stick?” He laughed and turned his head to his friend who also began laughing.

“That’s no way to treat a lady” the voice once again spoke up.

“Oh yeah” Thanos’s grip on your hair tightened and he spun you around to face the stranger. You yelp in pain and tears once again well up in your eyes. You look up softly at the man trying to help you to see that he was already looking at you. Your eyes met and for a moment it seemed as though everything stopped. “What-“ Thanos steps forward forcing you closer to the man, his eyes leaving yours to look at Thanos. “are you – “ he steps you forward once again. “Gonna do” Thanos stops now leaving barely any room between you and the Player infront of you and smirks tilting his head to the side. When the player infront of you said nothing Thanos rolls his eyes and laughs. “That’s what I thought grandad” He leans down to your ear and whispers still looking into the players eyes. “You won’t be so lucky next time pretty girl” Your stomach churns as he lets go of your hair and pushes you towards the Player before turning around to walk away. You land in the players arms, your hands on their chest and you look up ready to apologise but see him already looking down at you, you recognized him as player 001. His grip loosened as he let go of your arms, gently moving you to the side and began to walk towards Thanos.

“Hey” he shouts out. You watch as Thanos turns around, with a smirk on his face.

“C’mon gramps, shows over” Before you could blink, Player 001’s fist connected with Thanos’s stomach making him fall back. He bent over clutching his stomach in pain, looking towards his friend who was now moving towards player 001. With ease player 001 put both Thanos and his friend on the floor, his hand wrapped around Thanos’s throat and hand in the air ready to punch. Under his hold you see Thanos gasping for air but to your surprise you felt nothing. No sadness or guilt. Lost in your own thoughts you hadn’t noticed player 001 retreat and walk back over to you. He gently brought you out of your dream state by placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” he questions looking down at you with concern in his eyes. It took you a while to comprehend what he had asked but once you do you nod your head gently and smile.

“Yes…thank you for helping me, I’m not sure what I would’ve done” you confessed looking down at your shoes. He gently places a hand under your chin lifting your head up to once again meet his gaze.

“You don’t need to thank me, just stay safe okay?” he asks causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. His hand leaves your chin residing once more at his side as he walks past you, returning to his own bed. You look around the room seeing everyone’s eyes on you as you walk back to your bed, the need for the bathroom no longer a thought in your mind.

 You had stayed awake for the rest of the night, hearing the shuffling from the lady next to you and the soft snores of the player above you was enough to keep you up, if it weren’t for the images infiltrating your mind. As the hours passed by you grew more and more tired but your mind wouldn’t let you rest, your stomach churning and the flashbacks of red light green light, dreading what was to come. Soon enough the lights flickered on and the same song that awoke you yesterday played through the speakers. The large metal doors clanged open, and the guards began to flood in.

“Please prepare for the second game” Your heart dropped but you followed the other players to the games arena. As you all made your way into the arena you see two large rainbow circles on the floor. Your mind began to race what game could this possibly be? Your thoughts are soon interrupted as the rules of the game are introduced.

“To play this game you must be in groups of 5, there will be 5 games to play as you make your way around the circle, your legs with be locked in with another players, you will have 5 minutes to complete the game and 10 minutes to form a team. Your 10 minutes begin now”

Fuck, you think to yourself. I don’t know anyone. You begin to weave through the people already creating teams trying to find somewhere you can fit in. You could hear the timer ticking away in the background, everyone now appearing to be in a team. You begin to lose hope as you walk further through the crowd, there must be someone who doesn’t have a team. As the timer reached its final minute you begin to panic, you need a team or this is it…the end of the line. You stand still in your place frantically looking around when your eyes land on a familiar face. Player 001 was walking towards you. You breath a sigh of relief when he reaches you.

“Do you have a team?” You shake your head and before you can say anything he grabs your hand pulling you along with him to his team. When you reach them you see player 456 and offer him a small smile, he returns one before speaking to the team.

“There are 5 games to play Ddakji, biseokchigi, gong-gi, jegi, and spinning top, which does anyone feel most confident in?”

“I can do Ddakji” a small voice speaks up. It is player 222.

“I can do spinning top” Player 001 speaks.

“I am confident in Jegi, as the only other female player, would you like to play gong-gi?” Your stomach sinks at the question, Gong-gi was the only game growing up that you never played.

“Well i-“

“If I may, I am very confident at Gong-gi, I played with my sisters all the time growing up” You looked up in surprise at player 388 and nodded slowly.

“That leaves biseokchigi, think you’ll be okay with that?” Player 001 asks.

“I think so, I’m pretty good at knocking things over” the group gave a small laugh before you spoke again. “Before we start, I don’t know any of your names…could we all be introduced?”

“Of course, I am Gi-Hun” Player 456 starts

“Jun-Hee” the girl besides you speaks.

“Dae-ho” player 388 bows his head as he speaks his name. your head turns to the final player, player 001.

“Young Il” He smiles gently looking down at you. “And yours?”

“Oh of course, it’s (y/n)” you look around at your group happy that you finally knew their names when your eyes fall to Young Il. His attention was elsewhere, concentrated on what Gi-Hun was saying. As you watched him you noticed his dimples appear when he smiled, and the way his hair falls, he is like a work of art. Feeling your eyes on him, Young Il turns his head towards you, his eyes soft as he tilts his head to the side offering you a gentle smile. A deep blush creeps up onto your face, and you look away, following the other players as you sit an await your turn.

The more teams that played the more bodies fell to the floor. You watched as guards mercilessly shoot, clutching your jacket in your hand and the sounds ring out and closing your eyes tightly not wanting to witness the ruthless bloodshed. Behind you Young Il pays close attention to how you react, a sense of guilt and worry washing over him. He cannot reach you as Dae-Ho sits between you but all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and shield you from the pain. Lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t see the rest of his group stand up and walk towards the starting line.

 Shakily you take a breath as the guard clasps both locks on both legs shut and walks away signalling the game is about to begin and you look up towards Young Il, his gaze already on you.

“We can do this, I have faith” he speaks to the team and you all nod in agreement. “besides” he turns to look at Gi-Hun, “we have a previous winner with us”. With that the Square guard shoots his gun into the air and you all begin to walk in sync.

“left right left right left right” you all repeated together until you reached the first game. In one move Jun-Hee flips the red card over earning a yell of victory from you all and you once again link arms and continue on the path.

“left right left right left right” you reach your game and a sense of defeat washes over you. You can’t do this, your hands are shaking too much. The guard moves infront of you and hands you a stone, you had to do this you couldn’t condone the rest of the team to death. Closing your eyes you take a breath and throw the rock towards the other stone, missing. Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at the guard, they form an X over their chest and shout ‘failed’. Fuck

“Hey hey it’s okay, we’ll just go and get it and try again” Gi-Hun speaks up. Nodding away the tears forming in your eyes you link arms with Jun-Hee and Dae-ho and walk forward in sync with the team. You lean down to pick up the stone and you all begin walking backwards. Ensuring your feet are behind the line you throw the stone again, it landing just infront of the other. Once again you had failed.

“We still have time you’re okay” you all move forward to collect the rock and return to your place behind the line. Before you take your next throw a voice fills the air.

“Hey, look at me” You look up seeing Young Il looking at you, concern in his eyes. “you can do this, we have faith in you…I have faith in you” he offers you a small smile of encouragement and you nod your head gently at him, your gaze now returning to the stone in front of you. Gaining the courage to throw once more you take your shot. HIT. Your group erupted in cheers and tears of relief washed down your face as you all began to move forward. Dae-Ho passed his turn first try much to the groups surprise. In all your life you had never seen someone play Gong-Gi with such talent. As you reach the 4th Marker Young Il takes the spinning top from the guard and begins his turn. He misses his first try much to the team’s dismay as you had to go and collect the spinning top from ahead of you. You watch as his hands delicately wrap the rope around the spinning top, admiring how elegantly his fingers move, how his grip tightens when it began to get loose in his hands, and how he holds it ready to throw. The aching feeling in your stomach returning once again. He takes his throw but somehow it ends up behind you. Shit shit shit. Your mind begins to race not even realising you had moved in sync with the team to retrieve the spinning top and were now back in place behind the line. Young Il’s shouting brought you back into reality.

“You ruin everything you piece of shit, you’re worthless” Your heart breaks a little and you speak up.

“Hey” he turns to look at you, his hair messy and his breaths deep. “You can do this, we have faith in you” you take a breath, lowering your voice as you look into his eyes. “I have faith in you” repeating his words back to him that he had previously said to you. You watch as he gulps and nods his head towards you, hurriedly going back to wrapping the rope around the spinning top. You watch as he throws it landing perfectly spinning on its tip. You all erupted into cheers, relief washing over you all before continuing to the last game. With relief Gi-Hun completes the game with mere seconds to spare. You all rush towards the finish line crossing just as the time hit 0. You collapse to your knees taking in deep breaths as your chest tightens. You did it, you survived. Gun shot echoed through the hall forcing you to hold your hands over your ears and close your eyes tightly. Soon enough the shooting stopped but you don’t move, scared of what would happen. You feel a hand on your arm pulling you up and onto your feet. You look up to see Gi-Hun.

“We did it, we made it” he looks at you, giving you a reassuring smile before following the guards out of the hall. You follow behind him returning to the dormitory.

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Amorous - Squid games Frontman x Fem! Reader (series)

See the other chapters below:

Chapter 2 Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

You enter the games to save your grandfather but it is nothing like you imagined yet something is keeping you there. Is it purely to save your grandfather or is it something more?

WARNINGS: Death, shooting, guns, anxiety

NOTES: Each game will be a new chapter, if you haven't seen squid games or do not want any spoilers for season 2 episode 3 Don't read. This will be a romantic pairing with the Frontman because i truly am a simp :))), Apart from that I hope you enjoy!:)

You stood still in your tracks, the sounds of gun shots firing to the left and right of you making you freeze. Out of the corner of your eye you see bodies fall to the ground and ear-piercing screams fill the air. Dozens of players began to run towards you trying to escape, your heart beating fast as all you can think of in this moment is if they push me…I’m dead. As the crowd rushes past you, you feel many trip over your feet but you stand there motionless, for moving will cost you something much greater than your pride. Soon enough the shots stopped and the doll turned back around shouting ‘Green light’, nobody moved and the doll turned back around on ‘red light’. On the next ‘Green light’ player 456 ran to the front.

“If you don’t cross the line before the time runs out they will still kill you, they cannot detect you if you are behind something” you heart beat quickened. “Time is running out, go on the next Green light!” He shouts. The doll turns around and shouts ‘Green light’, your legs move as fast as they’ll carry you and soon enough you had crossed the line observing as others too either crossed the line or failed. Never before had you seen someone get shot, never before had you ben in the same room as death. Your body began to shake as you walk across to the wall, sliding down it and placing your head on your knees. Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and look up to see player 456 looking down at you.

“Are you alright?” he became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes but you nodded your head with a small smile. He returned your smile and walked away comforting the next person. As the game ended the guards in pink suits guide you all back to the dormitory. Nobody spoke as you all shuffled over to your beds your minds now smeared with the memory of the previous game and the silence more deafening than anything. Soon enough more pink guards returned, revealing the outcome of the first game and the money accumulated. Before they could however multiple players deemed it wise to argue. 

“If the majority of us agree to leave then the games will be terminated, is that correct?” Player 456 shouted, there is a moment of silence.

“Clause 3 of the agreement – if the majority vote to leave then the games will be terminated and the accumulated prize money divided equally between players” The pink guard replied. “At the end of each game there will be a vote, you can have your say if you want to leave or stay” Behind him you see two more guards wheel in a table with an X and O on. “You will place your vote at this table and then stand on the aide you have chosen, you will also get a badge with either an X or O depending on your choice” You take a deep breath, surely everyone must want to go. “If you decide to continue the games the full amount to be won will be 45.6 billion Won, if you leave now each player will get 24,931,500 million Won” Shouts of outrage come from a few players in the group before they died down. “With that let the voting commence, we will begin with player 456”  

You watch as player 456 walks up to the podium and confidently presses ‘X’. A small smile comes to your lips happy about the possibility of leaving this place. Slowly the numbers go down until it reaches you.

“Player 394” Your number is called and you slowly make your way to the podium pulling down the sleeves of your jacket nervously. As you stand there looking at both options your mind begins to race. If you stay you could win so much more and pay for your grandfathers treatment, but if you leave you are sentencing him to death. Without thinking your hand presses ‘O’ causing the ‘O’ team to cheer. As you walk towards the blue side you look up and are met with player 456’s confused eyes. You quickly turn away and watch the rest of the vote unravel. Soon enough the last player was called.

“Player 001” You watched as he confidently strides towards the podium, his hand hovering over the ‘X’ before quickly pressing the ‘O’. A breath of relief washes over you and you knew that you now had to fight for your life. You stand still in your place watching the guards take the podium away whilst everyone else dispersed, thinking about what other games there could be to play.

“Lights out will be in 30 minutes, please prepare for lights out” You hear as you suddenly realize you are the only player left in the middle of the room. Your face turns red as you look down and quickly shuffle over to your bed, unaware of the glances shot in your direction by a certain player. You settle into bed, laying on your back staring at the bunk above you with thoughts of the previous game falling into your mind. Tightly you closed your eyes doing anything you can to shake the images of your teammates bodies scattered on the floor but to no avail. You sit up and bring your knees to your chest as the lights dimmed. You sighed and prepared for the longest night of your life.

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Ilmarë - Part 2

Part 2 to Ilmarë!

WARNINGS: None, just slight upset and fluff :)

NOTE: Let me know what you think, part 3 coming soon!:)

“y/n….” You look up at him through teary eyes, your heart breaking when you see his eyes boring into yours. “I did not want you to find out this way, this was never supposed to happen” he takes a step towards you and reaches out to grab your hands as you take a step back.

“But it did…how could you?” You turn your back on him as you stand overlooking the city you called home. Eregion burned and fell to ashes and all you could do was blame yourself. Blame yourself for welcoming him in…blame yourself for falling in love…blame yourself for being deceived. You shook your head pushing the thoughts away as you turned back towards him.

“How could you?” you speak now with anger rising in your voice. “We have done nothing but be kind, courteous, adhere to your every need and this is how you repay us!” In anger you storm towards him and push him back, his head hitting the wall and his eyes turning dark. As you stand there pelting punches into his chest, he stares coldly at Eregion letting you take your anger out on him until finally he snaps. He grabs your wrist and twists it behind your back, pushing you into the wall, your roles now reversed. As you struggle against him you feel his breath tickle your ear and more tears fall.

“All of this…was your own doing” he whispers in your ear.

As you watch the bustle of Eregion streets below, you cannot help but let your mind wander to the dream that plagues your mind. It has been a few days since Annatar had graced Eregion with his presence and each day you find yourself falling deeper for him than you intended. Of course, you had seen the longing looks the other Elves shoot his way when he isn’t looking and your heart clenches knowing he is desired by all. Last nights dream played in your mind over and over, before now you had never had a dream so vivid…so dark and it troubles you. Why now? Taking a deep breath, you leave your chambers and walk towards the forge, your creativity had been a tool your father needed, it was becoming increasingly harder for him to envision 9 rings, each different from the next. As you walked through the doors your father ran to you with open arms.

“Y/N sweetheart where have you been my mind has been bled dry!” he rushes as he encases you in his arms.

“My apologies father, my mind has been elsewhere” you take a glance towards Annatar as he held Mirdanias hand, aiding her in her work. A pang of hurt rushes through you and you look once more back to your father.

“Shall we get started?” Celebrimbor nods his head ecstatically and almost drags you up the stairs towards the desk. As you take in your surroundings you see a pile of scrunched up parchment on the floor along with a few pencils, you laugh lightly.

“I have been raking my mind trying to find something…something special…something important but nothing comes, it is as if the very light of Feanor is leaving me” Celebrimbor slumps in his chair, his head now in his hands as he explains to you his struggles. Hearing those words leave your fathers mouth breaks your heart a little. The once great Celebrimbor now lost and hopeless. Slowly you lean across him and pick up the piece of parchment he so carelessly pushed to the side and analysed it.

“But father…this work is intricate…the only thing missing is –“

“A Jewel…more beautiful than the night sky” Your heart jumps into your throat as Annatars voice fills the air. Out of the corner of your eye you seem him join you both, standing the opposite side of your father.

“exactly” your voice came out soft and quiet.

“You look tired my lord, why don’t you go for a walk? I’m sure y/n and I can think of something” Celebrimbor lifts his head to look between you and Annatar before nodding his head slowly.

“Indeed…maybe some air will do me good” he mutters to himself before standing and descending down the stairs. You watch as he walks out of the forge clenching and unclenching his fists is what you can only assume is stress thinking of anyway you can help him before Annatar pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Ilmarë” his voice brings butterflies to your stomach as you turn to look at him. “You seem distracted today, is something the matter?” he questions. You shake your head and smile gently at him.

“No my lord, just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well these past nights” you confessed. His eyebrows knit together in clear concern as his hand reaches for your arm, electricity igniting. You gently move away from him and return to your father’s work. “his work is so intricate, so stunning…it breaks my heart that he cannot see it, he once held so much confidence in himself and his work” you sigh sitting down in Celebrimbor’s chair, looking over each of his designs.

“I have wandered these lands for centuries in search of an artist more skilled than Feanor himself, the closest being your father” Annatar walks over to the desk tracing his fingers across Celebrimbor’s first design. “It is a shame he no longer holds the same love for his work as he once did, the same love he holds for you Ilmarë” A blush creeps onto your face.

“Why do you do that?” you look up at him seeing a confused look adorn his face “call me Ilmarë I mean” he laughs lightly, his face softening.

“why that is your name is it not?” he speaks gently looking into your eyes

“yes but…none of the others call me by that name”

“The others are not worthy of having that name on their tongues” he confesses, placing his hand upon yours. Your stomach flips and before you can reply his attention is taken by Mirdania as she rushes up the stairs with a smile gracing her face.

“My Lord look, it is perfect!” His eyes flick up to the stone Mirdania is holding. His hand leaves yours as he walks over to her.

“Indeed it is, a touch of inspiration goes a long way Mirdania” Slowly his hand reaches for her hair, pushing a single strand behind her ear. She blushes and bows to him, descending down the stairs. Annatar straightens and turns back to see you looking in their direction with a hint of sadness on your face. He walks over to you, placing his hand under your chin forcing you to look up at him. “You seem troubled”

“I simply do not want to take you away from what is important my lord” your harsh tone surprises him, before now you had been so kind and warm. His confused eyes bore into yours now starting to brim with tears. “Mirdania has clearly won your affections” you stand “ I believe it is important for you to continue your work with her whilst I finish my fathers work.” Without looking at him you turn to walk away only to be pulled back into his chest as he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. Reluctantly you look up into his eyes when you feel his other hand press gently to your cheek.

“Ilmarë” he whispers and presses his forehead against yours. “my affection is not one to be won, it is given to those deserving of it” You close your eyes feeling his breath fan against your lips as he speaks. He pulls back. “Open your eyes Ilmarë”. You reject his request and keep your eyes closed, a stray tear escaping. As it rolls down your face you feel Annatars breath fan over you once more before feeling the tender touch of his lips on your cheek where your tear had fallen.  

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Me trying to flirt: would you like to watch The Lord of the Rings (extended editions)

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Ilmarë - Annatar/Sauron x Fem! Elf! reader

Celebrimbors daughter (y/n) meets Annatar for the first time.

WARNINGS: Fluff, slightly anxiety but not too much. Just Fluff and soft Sauron!

NOTE: I am thinking of making this into a series, let me know if you think it'd be a good idea!

Watching the sun rise over Eregion has become (Y/N’s) favourite part of the day, watching the kingfishers fly to the river and the bees collect their pollen brought her a peace she had not known in an age. Her father Celebrimbor is the finest of all elven smiths, some would even say better than Feanor himself, but of course her father believes this to be nonsense. As his daughter, (Y/N) of course has expectations and a reputation to upkeep as the future Lady of Eregion. She is known across the elven realms as Ilmarë, an Elf of Starlight. The most beautiful to behold and most graceful in her actions. Upon hearing her name, the heart of any Elf warms, her kindness matches none and her love for all creatures surpasses her love of anything else.

It was late at night when she heard her father talking to a man in the forge, the voice is one she has never heard before so curiously she presses her ear to the door, she can only hear a few words like ‘friend’, ‘men’ and rings’ so she decides to give up and head to bed, perhaps she could speak to him tomorrow. As she walks away a luminous flash escapes from under the doors lighting up the hall which previously was only lit by candles. (Y/N) rushes over to the door and tries to pull it open thinking her father may be in danger but to no avail. The more she pulls the door, the brighter the light became. As she is about to call out to Celebrimbor, she hears a voice once more, different to the one before but almost certainly not belonging to her father, it is almost…angelic. The light begins to dim and a sense of relief washes over her. She tries the door once more to find it unlocked again. Confused, she gently pushes the door open and looks around to see her father standing before another. Both of their heads turn towards the door and a small gasp escapes (y/n’s) lips as her eyes connect with the strangers. Her heart begins to beat a little faster as she gets lost in the pools of green searching her soul. Their eyes only separate once Celebrimbor clears his throat.

“(Y/N) sweetheart what are you doing awake at this time of night?” Celebrimbor questions as he walks over to her.

“ I simply couldn’t sleep father, the sound of the river has fallen flat tonight” She replies, her gaze darting across to the stranger and back to her father as he takes her hands in his.

“Well, seeing as though you are here…let me introduce you to our guest” Celebrimbor takes her hand and pulls her across to the stranger. As they get closer, her legs begin to feel weak, and her heart once again quickens. Celebrimbor stops and turns you to face the stranger.

“I would like to introduce my daughter (y/n), known across the elven lands as – “

“Ilmarë” the stranger speaks as he looks at her, his voice smooth and gentle causing (y/n’s) cheeks to darken and her gaze falls to the floor. A hand rests under her chin pulling her head up, their eyes meeting once again.

“You need not be shy, I have heard of your talents…of your kindness and heart” he speaks softly, his hand still on her chin. A cough behind them causes their eyes to part once again.

“(y/n), this is Annatar…The Lord of Gifts, he is of the Valar themselves” (y/n’s) eyes widen, and she drops to her knees in front of him.

“Forgive me my lord…I did not know” a soft chuckle warms her heart.

“Rise  Ilmarë, I am your equal…no more…no less” As she stands, she loses her balance and wobbles on her feet slightly, feeling Annatars hands on her arms steadying her. “Careful now Ilmarë…it is not often stars fall” Her arms are left cold once his return to his side, Annatar turns to Celebrimbor.

“Our work begins now” Celebrimbor nods in delight and turns towards his daughter.

“(y/n) sweetheart, why don’t I walk you to your chambers, the night is late, perhaps a short walk will help you sleep easier?” (Y/N) nods her head and smiles gently.

“Of course, father…thank you” Celebrimbor smiles towards Annatar and takes (y/n’s) arm in his walking towards the door. Before they could walk any further, Annatar gently grabs (y/n’s) hand, and she turns to look at him.

“Goodnight Ilmarë” Annatar speaks softly, a gentle smile adorning his lips.

“Goodnight my lord” she bows her head respectfully and walks out of the door with her father, glancing back at Annatar once more.

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I will love you forever (Legolas x fem!Elf reader)

After the battle of Pelennor fields Legolas searches for his love praying to the Valar for her safety.

WARNINGS: Death of reader, Blood, weapons, Dead bodies Legolas heartbreak :(

Wordcount: 527

Note: This is my first time posting, i promise it'll get better:)!

Silence falls over a once vicious battleground, nothing can be heard except for the light patter of the rain as it falls gently upon the ash and gravel. Amidst the the rubble and piles of bodies from all races, a pair of piercing blue eyes find themselves searching, searching for friends...kin...but most of all hope yet...all life and hope had faded long before the battle began.

As he stalks through the bodies he hears a cry on the wind, a cry he hoped would never fall upon his ears. His head turns in the direction of the cry, his heart collapsing when his eyes lay upon a pile of rocks decorated with both man and orc, from the bottom he spots two small feet protruding from the rubble. As fast as his legs can carry him, Legolas sprints to the rubble, his heart pounding against his chest and tears pricking at his eyes, threatening to spill. His breath hitches in his throat as beside the rubble he spots a glimmer of a jewel...the very Jewel he had braided into (y/n')s hair. With all his energy he begins to pull the pile of dead bodies to pieces, chucking each corpse to the side until finally he sees her. Her beautiful braid now fallen out tangled in the bloodied hand of an orc with tear stains on her once flushed cheeks. A deep cut decorates the left side of her face still dripping with blood and a spear...sticking out of her stomach. Her once green tunic now black drenched in blood, both hers and the enemies. Legolas falls to his knees beside her, placing one arm around the back of her neck and the other beneath her knees attempting to pick her up.

"Legolas...no" (y/n's) weak voice whispers. "please...just hold me" Tears begin to stream down his eyes as he gently places her down, putting his arms around her shoulders and the other around her waist holding her to his chest.

"Don't leave me Mellon Nin(my love) please...let me find a healer" he whispers pressing his forehead to hers.

"help me pass in peace and love Mellon Nin" she struggles "if i am to to die here...then die here i must, but dying in your arms...i know I'm where I'm meant to be" Legolas lifts his head as (y/n's) hand finds its way to his cheek. "I know not where i will go from here...but you legolas...you're meant for so much more" She takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes.

"Grant me one last kiss Mellon nin?" She asks, the light in her eyes fading. With a small, heartbroken smile on his face, Legolas leans forward and presses his tear covered lips onto her dry, blood stained ones. Knowing this was their last kiss he did not want to pull away, only doing so as her breathing became slower.

"Amin mela lle oialëa" (I will love you forever) she whispers as she takes her final breath. Legolas held her as she passed, his tears falling into her hair. He let out a quiet sob before pressing a long, loving kiss to her forehead.

"Amin mela lle oialëa"

End

Let me know what you think! after a couple more if anybody wants any requests doing for any LOTR or ROP characters i will be more than happy to do so!