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rohirric-hunter · 2 months ago
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You know, that iconic part of Return of the King where Legolas goes and hangs out outside the Tower of Cirith Ungol for two days. Well. I didn't like it.
Far be it from me to criticize the writing in the Mordor quests (🚹SARCASM ALERT 🚹) but the entire tower of Cirith Ungol story arc really does have all the orcs constantly talking about how they're looking for some kind of "great elf warrior" that they're sure is still around there somewhere and meanwhile Legolas spends the whole time just kind of chilling like six feet away from the tower not hiding at all and nothing ever comes of that
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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years ago
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Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)
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In collaboration with @bethanysnow whose ask box is always open for questions, comments, and anything else about this story as well!
Catching the small flames of romance, starting to get turned on higher. They have a tour to do, right? Not spend all their time making goo-goo eyes at each other.....unless?
Content | Fluff
Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano
Word Count | 8274
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***
"Thomas," Y/n stared down as he entered the bus. "When I gave you my personal number it was meant for emergencies, not you texting me because you forgot what "sempiternal" means in the middle of the night. What were you reading anyway?!"
"Nothing." Thomas looked up at her from where he was sitting, wide eyes, feigning innocence.
Y/n shook her head, not believing the guitarist and his horrible poker face, but not being bothered enough to question him any further either. “Well, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.” She gave him a warm smile and a little pat on the head as she passed him by, moving down the hallway of the tour bus.
It had become a routine for her to stop at the stove first, starting the coffee for everyone, then having a look around as she was waiting for it to boil. Damiano was slumped over on a couch, his head in his hand and still half asleep. She wondered how little rest he had gotten last night, after meeting him out on the balcony at 2 am.
Had he stayed awake for hours, like she had? Had he been thinking about her, the way she had been thinking about him? He had flirted quite heavily last night and she wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping for either. He was insanely attractive, and the attention he gave her made her heart beat in ways no other man had managed to do before. But this wasn’t the time or situation to turn into a bundle of nerves because of a boy.
Even if her brain had decided to play fantasies of him storming into her hotel room last night. Demanding to kiss her. Holding her face in his hands. Looking at her with those dark, hazel eyes, like she was the only person in the world. Probably smelling of sleep and cigarettes and all that made him inherently Damiano. She knew the smell well, it had been haunting her all throughout this whole fucking tour. But the fantasies kept coming, imagining him in love with her, even if she never truly believed in it. It was a nice idea, nothing more.
The sharp hiss of the coffee pot pulled her out of his thoughts and woke up Damiano from his half-slumber. Tired eyes trying to make out the source of the noise, smiling slightly when realising that caffeine was coming his way. Y/n quickly moved to get his cup ready, preparing it the way she had already learned he preferred. He readily held out his hand for the beverage, fingers briefly touching. She almost dropped it as sparks ran through her. She wasn’t sure if he had felt the same or simply hid it better. But as soon as the cup was safely in his hands, she turned back around. Back to the stove to take a deep breath and continue her morning routine.
I need to get over myself. This is a job. Getting fluttery over your boss is not gonna help get the job done. Ignore him. He didn’t feel anything. You need to work. Not imagine something that is never gonna happen. It's not gonna happen, Y/n.
She made quick work depositing the other mugs to Victoria and Thomas, before finding Ethan in the very back of the bus. Drum sticks in hands and absentmindedly tapping a beat on the table in front of him.
“Coffee?”
“Yeah, thank you,” he answered, absentmindedly. “Hey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?”
Ethan started to play out a beat, effectively ignoring the cup that had been placed on the table, as she sat down beside him to listen.
“I’m no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!”
Ethan gave her a proud smile, putting his drumsticks to the side for a second to take a sip from his drink. Y/n, grabbed them immediately, beating randomly on the table.
“You know what? I may have to take you up on your offer of teaching me to play. Love how you guys always have stuff around, you’re just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.
“I can show you a bit of drumming right now, if you’d like?” He offered. “Just a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.”
He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his as she kept holding onto the sticks and tried to get her to play a little, easy beat, but the angle was awkward and her wrist was bent too much to properly tap along.
“Okay, this isn’t working,” he laughed. “Would you mind, um, moving between my legs?”
Y/n could feel another blush coming on. It may be just Ethan, but it IS Ethan and Ethan sure is pretty. She studied his face, unassuming, nothing but a welcoming smile. But she felt odd. She had only been working for this band for a few days, yet she’d already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally she’d do her job, get a quick thank you on the way out, and then just retire somewhere. Do uni work, wait for further instructions. This whole thing was new and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t sure if she was crossing lines she shouldn’t as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasn’t like there was anything else to it. This wasn’t him trying to flirt with her, this was him trying to be a friend. She could do with a friend.
With a quick nod, she moved and sat down on the floor in front of Ethan. Nestling between his legs as he held her hand. Helping her get into position before backing up a little to give her more space. Grabbing her hands again with the sticks to demonstrate how she was supposed to hold and then hit the table. He leaned over her to watch what she was doing. She understood quickly, getting the hang of it and before she knew it Ethan had let go of her hands as she was successfully keeping the rhythm going.
“See? Natural talent,” he laughed behind her.
Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.
“Ah, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!” Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what she’d learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.
“Good job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,” Damiano said, ducking into the bathroom with a laugh.
Y/n watched him disappear. Her heart fluttered as he left her sight. If he could just not be my boss, that’d be fucking great

She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. “I see why you like drumming, it’s fun.”
“Thank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?” Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.
“Actually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didn’t know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.”
“Are we scary?”
“No, no. You’re all lovely. You are the biggest group I’ve worked for so far, so there’s that. But
” Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. “You four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you ‘people after God’s heart’,” she imitated her mother’s Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.
“Shocking, I know, that we’re normal!”
Y/n smacked his chest.
“No! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ‘normal’.”
“Even the driver?”
“Especially the driver.”
***
Damiano hadn’t meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldn’t help himself, even if it was killing him. Ethan and Y/n would probably be really good for each other
 The thought flashed through him. No. It wouldn’t happen. Not under his watch.
Last night had been a blessing and a curse. After finishing his smoke, he had stood out on the balcony for a little longer, imagining the conversations they would have been having if she had stayed out with him. Under the moonlight. MĂ„neskin. Her hair down, she would probably go get another glass of wine. Coming back out to see him.
“What about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?”
“Yes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,” she would snicker into her wine glass.
“What if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard
 work, either
”
“Why don’t you come and find out, the door is unlocked
”
With a heavy sigh, he moved to the sink to splash some water on his face, raking it through his hair. It was only early in the morning, he didn’t need to unscrew his head just yet. She was just a girl. Just some girl that worked for them. There were so many people on the team, she was simply one of them. But she was also a woman, with wants and needs and desires, and oh, how he would love to attend to every single one of them
 Maybe I could be a need for her, for the beautiful woman just one room over. He screamed internally. He was done for.
***
By the time Y/n left Ethan to his coffee, Damiano was back on the couch with a pen and paper, gears visibly turning in his head. He didn’t even look up when she entered. See, just a guy, Y/n thought. Victoria was busy bickering with the driver about wanting to stop at a service station within the next hour. Thomas was scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly.
As soon as Vic had finished her conversation, she walked over to where Y/n was sitting, letting herself drop onto the seat next to her heavily, laying her head on her shoulder. “Y/n I want snacks.”
“I bought snacks, they’re in the cupboard.”
“But, fun snacks! Like you,” the bassist winked.
“As much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.” She kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “You can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.”
Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. “But what if I can’t, Y/n,” she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. “What if I waste away without fun snacks.”
“Vic, love, nothing here will make you die because you haven’t had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.”
“And I don’t regret a thing!” Thomas shouted from his seat, all three of them breaking out into laughter. Y/n grinned, eyes falling back onto some of the papers in front of her, ready to get back into work. Victoria’s arm looped around Y/n’s as she snuggled into her shoulder with a pitiful sigh.
***
Goddamnit, not her, too.
Damiano had meant to start writing some more, lyrics and words and images flowing through his head in a chaos that needed to be tamed by pen and paper. But as soon as he had sat down Victoria had started moaning about snacks and her little interaction with Y/n had taken up all of the brain space the lyrics should have. His eyes kept focusing on the closeness between the two of them. The way Vic leant her head on Y/n’s shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassist’s head. So far he had only considered Ethan to be a concern. But now the thought of Victoria herself meddling was increasingly growing. So she might have had a boyfriend but that had been, what? Years ago? She had said? And the guy had been a dick. What if she’d just given up on men completely, deciding to exclusively date girls from now on? Fuck.
Staring at the way Victoria was now cuddling her, his thoughts ran wild. Was this still friendly? Was the smile she was giving Vic flirty? Maybe she hadn’t been returning his flirtations the way he’d been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?
Dwelling on these thoughts wasn’t going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity
 as interesting as they would be as drag names, they weren’t going to solve the issue. Damiano felt stuck. Making heart eyes at a girl who was three feet away while she was none the wiser. Yet it was Victoria latching onto her arm. He wasn’t surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didn’t possess. Maybe it’s the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasn’t it, he was sure of it.
***
Victoria studies Damiano. His face would have been unreadable to anyone else, obviously lost in his thought. But she knew him well enough to understand that the look on his face was one of insecurity and upset. Not necessarily at anything in particular, just upset. Her eyes softened. Raising a brow at the singer. He simply shrugged, shaking his head, then taking the notebook he was carrying everywhere. Opening it up, staring at the words written there, but not adding anything. Yet his eyes never stopped flicking away to everyone else around him, obviously restless. What was up with him? If there was one thing Victoria hated it was one of her friends feeling off and her not being able to do anything about it. But she knew Damiano, and she knew it could be hard to get him to budge if he didn’t want to talk.
As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, “You alright?”
His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadn’t even noticed it himself, before nodding with a tight-lipped smile, then looking back down at his pages. That was when it finally clicked in Victoria’s mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasn’t dislike.
***
“SNACKS!” Victoria and Thomas all but yelled as the bus pulled into the parking lot of a little petrol station. The band ran out of the bus, stumbling over each other like a hoard of kindergartners, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at their behaviour. Following them in a much more composed manner.
By the time she entered the shop, all four members of the band had dispersed into different corners. Trying to figure out what to buy. Damiano was holding up two chocolate bars, obviously trying to decipher what the difference was with no knowledge of Swedish whatsoever, before shrugging his shoulders and taking both.
Y/n was still in the doorway, grabbing a basket and consulting a little list on her phone. As much as she loved to let them run wild, she would not completely have them overdose on sugar. No matter how much they wanted to. She still felt responsible for their wellbeing, even on their days off. Juice felt like a sensible choice.
Suddenly, she saw a hand appear from behind her, casually taking out some orange juice from her basket. She turned around in surprise, only to be faced with Thomas looking at her with wide eyes, obviously feeling caught.
“No healthy stuff from the petrol station!” He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.
“Thomas!” She flew after him before she knew what she was doing, almost running over Ethan as she chased the guitarist through the little store. With not much space available, they ended up going round and round one of the shelves, until Thomas unceremoniously crashed into a cooler when he didn’t manage to take a turn in time. Trying to bite back a smile, Y/n walked over, breathlessly asking him if he was alright, as laughter still bubbled out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Victoria, giggling away, phone pointed towards them.
“Oh no, you’re not putting that on the internet!” Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasn’t impressed.
“Too late!” She squealed as she skipped away, out of reach, to pay for whatever she had picked out.
Thomas had gotten back up on his feet in the meantime, contents of the basket still spilled all around him, sporting a pout.
“Stop it with that face,” Y/n scolded, but she couldn’t keep the smile at bay. “Go pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.”
Thomas happily skipped away as Y/n quickly picked up the mess, then moved to another aisle finding Damiano there. He seemed to be debating over the crisps now, having moved on from the chocolate bars.
She stood to the side, her eyes flashing over him a couple more times than necessary. He was just too pretty. It was simply impossible to look away. Even now, no fancy clothes, no stage makeup, no grand performance, he was mesmerising.
Her brain couldn’t help itself, images and ideas flashing in front of her eyes. Going to a petrol station on road trips with their future kids. Them bouncing around, chasing each other over a candy bar. Her and Damiano trying to get them not to cause a mess, slightly annoyed, but always laughing along with them.
She looked at him again. In a blink, the daydream changed.
It’s past midnight. He’s in the same sweatshirt he’s wearing right now. Her arms wrapped around his torso. Looking up at that beautiful face of his. Him picking up condoms from the health section. Winking at her with that certain glint in his eyes. Smacking her arse on the way to the cashier. Filled with giggles and flirtatious glances and knowing what the night ahead would entail. The anticipation crackling around them.
Oh, to be that girl. The girl he looks at with lustful eyes. The one he wasn't to make a baby with. Not the one to be ashamed of.
***
Damiano had chosen what kind of crisps to buy long ago. He simply was too busy staring back at Y/n, who seemed to be lost in thought. Eyes focused on him, yet apparently not noticing him looking back. He could basically see the gears in her head turning, mouth slightly open, far away in her mind.
Whatever enraptured that beautiful mind of hers
 He wanted to know - could he be that very thing someday? Be so involved in her thoughts that it caused her to finally slow down? Get her to relax. He kept daydreaming about the massage he had given her the other day. How she had melted into his touch. He wanted that again. But more. He wanted her sighs and her moans as he worked her body in any way she would let him. Hell, he’d be her personal roadie if she wanted.
Fuck, he was smitten. She was always so strong-willed, so passionate. That night on the balcony had done nothing to help his fantasies. Her teaching him how to dance? Bodies close to each other, breathing the same air
 Whatever perfume she used, he wanted to drown in it.
***
Victoria had been on the way back out, snacks acquired, Instagram story uploaded, and ready to head back to the bus for the last two hours of the ride. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when Y/n and Damiano caught her eye. Both of them were staring at the other, yet neither seemed to realise it. Just lost in their own worlds. Vic frowned, not oblivious to the dreamy look on Y/n’s face or the way Damiano’s eyes kept flicking up and down their assistant’s body. Something was definitely going on here and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.
After Y/n had finally moved again, paying for the snacks, Victoria caught up with her outside the shop. Their driver was having a smoke, surely had more than enough time left for a little talk.
“Y/n, wait up,” Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. “Let me help you.”
She was counting on the guys to be staying outside for a little longer, probably lighting up a cigarette each as soon as they were done snack-shopping.
“So
” She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. “Saw you staring at Damiano in there.”
Great, this wasn’t subtle at all, she scowled at herself. Tact had never been her strong suit in these situations. She was far more likely to rush into a conversation, head first, too open, too honest, too soon.
“I- uh- I don’t know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.”
Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldn’t be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and
 uptight for that. And they didn’t exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.
“You know, there’s no harm in it. He’s a very attractive man,” she said, playfully nudging Y/n’s side. “Pretty sure everyone’s had the hots for him at some point.”
“Well I haven’t, it's very unprofessional.” Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.
Sure, she hadn’t. That’s why she was staring at him like he was a drink of water in the middle of a desert. Or why she was getting all flustered every time he touched her. Or why she always seemed to gravitate towards him, whatever she was doing. But that wasn’t what Vic was going to say. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.
“All my friends used to have a crush on him in school,” Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. “They’d just hang out whenever we were rehearsing, making heart eyes at him and complimenting his every move, but he never cared. He never even looked at them, just giving them a polite hello. Never paid them any attention because he was way too focused on the music we were making. He’s always been like that. Music has always come first. It’s why I think it’s so peculiar how interested he is in you.”
If Y/n had been flustered before, she was full-on blushing now, rapidly opening a random cabinet to hide her face, but Victoria had seen. Her eyes got wide, as if she had been struck by lightning.
“He’s not interested in me, don’t be silly. I work for him just as I work for you and we all get along. Nothing is going to happen if that is what you are worried about. I would never jeopardize the tour or our friendship. He doesn’t even see me like that, anyway, so it’s fine. It’s not like I’m his type, and like, I mean-”
“Hey,” Victoria turned more serious now. As much as she enjoyed teasing her new friend, she felt like she needed to let her know that she wasn’t kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. “I’m serious though. I know it’s early days, but if you feel something for him? I’m not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. He’s a great guy. And I’ll personally punch him if he isn’t. And I think you’re great Y/n. You deserve good things.”
For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/n’s softer side, of her vulnerability. She felt compelled to pull her into a hug, but she feared making her uncomfortable, so instead, she simply pretended she hadn’t seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/n’s voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, “Thank you.”
***
The old town of Malmö was full of cobblestone, canals, and adorable old houses. When Y/n led them into the restaurant she had reserved for the evening, Damiano made sure to ask for a table by the window, enamoured by what looked to be the main square of the town and the people hurrying along. As he turned back towards the table, he noticed Y/n with a similar look on her face. Chin held up by her hand as she leaned on the table, watching the world pass by outside. A serene smile played on her face and he feared he was mirroring her expression when Victoria kicked his foot from under the table. Giving him a knowing smile and a raised brow. He shook his head, quickly grasping the menu to distract himself.
“Oooh happy hour!” Victoria squealed. “First round of cocktails is on me!”
Damiano almost let out a sigh - knowing fully well that when it came to an evening like this, they would not stop at a round or two. He was to be proven right.
About two hours later, the sun was on the verge of setting. There was a nice buzz going on, dinner eaten, while the drinks kept coming. Thomas was retelling a story Damiano had heard about a hundred times. Excitedly waving his hands around he only just managed to grasp one of the glasses before the guitarist knocked it over. Y/n was listening attentively - the only one out of the bunch to not have heard Thomas’ retelling before. Damiano couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that she’d had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. She’d look just as adorable under me. He quickly put the thought away, blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Apart from Y/n - who had been responsible enough to switch back and forth between cocktails and water - they were all on the edge of being drunk, laughing too loudly, talking too excitedly, being a little too affectionate.
It’s what he blamed his behaviour on, when he found his foot searching for hers under the table. Giving her just the slightest, playful kick to get her attention. She looked at him immediately, raised eyebrows, obviously wondering if he had touched her by mistake. So this time, he fully smirked, holding eye contact, as he nudged her again. A timid smile appeared on her face and he was convinced that she would be awkward. Pulling back, possibly scolding him any other time. But her slightly intoxicated state seemed to leave her more open to his teasing. He barely believed it when she nudged him back. Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere here.
“Um, excuse me?”
The whole table looked up at once at the timid voice. Only to find two young girls awkwardly and uncomfortable standing next to them, faces as red as tomatoes and eyes wide.
“Are you MĂ„neskin?”
“We are, actually!” Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. “Do you guys want some pictures?”
The girls didn’t seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didn’t matter how big they were getting - having people coming up to them to ask for photos, so obviously in love with them. Still made his heart beat like crazy. He’d do anything for the fans.
Quickly, getting up from his chair as well, he pulled the other two along with him, taking a few photos with the two, exchanging some words and thanking them for their support. Looking back at Y/n, he noticed she was getting a bit nervous.
“Guys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,” she said and it was only then that he took a look around and saw the amount of people staring. Talking and pointing phones at them. It was obvious none of them were actual fans - just hoping to get a glimpse of something to put on their social media. Damiano nodded, rounding up the rest of his band and leading them out of the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi as Y/n went to settle the tab and then followed them outside mere seconds later.
“Right let’s get you back to the hotel,” Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. “But don’t worry, the night’s not over yet - bring your swimsuits, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”
***
Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. She’d slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure they’d have the hotel pool to themselves that night. Y/n was aware that the band tended to really enjoy a nice dip in the water and she was determined she’d get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.
She didn’t notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Thomas would announce his presence like this. She still flinched for a second. Ethan followed not much later, with Victoria opting for the stairs ‘for hair-related reasons’ and Damiano pushing her in anyways. Following swiftly himself, as she grabbed his hand as she was falling. Y/n shook her head, amused at the four, and turned on some music as she watched them.
She couldn’t help but smile at the way they all acted like little kids on a pool day. But behaviour was one thing - the way they looked was quite another. Water was running down their bodies
 okay, one body in particular. She would be lying if she said that Damiano swimming around in nothing but his little shorts wasn’t
 well, breathtaking. Tattoos on full display, hair wet, glistening skin. He was smiling, laughing, trying to outswim Thomas. The way his physique moved through the water
 He was in formidable shape. What she would give to be manhandled by this man.
Him pinning her to a wall, smirking, looking down at her like he was going to eat her. He rightfully just might. Telling her all the dirty thoughts he had when on stage. Making her look away in a blush, but grabbing her face. Tsk-ing, ‘no, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to them’.
But no. Work called her name, just loudly enough to pull her out of her fantasy.
***
Opening the laptop, she immediately seemed to get immersed in her work. Damiano watched her with a frown on his face. This was so like her - making sure everyone else got taken care of and was having a good time, only to withdraw and bury her in her work again. He wished she’d take more breaks to just enjoy.
Every now and then she looked away from the screen, watching what everyone else was doing and contently smiling to herself. He couldn’t help imagining her watching over him the same way with their kids. His head was running away with the idea.
Him splashing around with the children. Her watching over them, staying on the sidelines, smiling the way she was now. Making sure everyone was safe and happy. Snacks in hand. Their daughter climbing out of the water, running over to her. The way her eyes would light up, arms open wide, not caring about getting wet as she hugged her. He knew she’d be the most perfect mum, just from looking at her. Nothing had ever been as obvious to him.
A splash of water over his head pulled him out of his thoughts. Apparently, Ethan had caught him staring. He shrugged it off.
“Y/n! Come swim with us!” Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.
“You kids go have fun,” she laughed. “I’m fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesn’t mean I do too!”
“Ah, you’re no fun, Y/n. One night won’t kill you,” Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.
“Well, I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, so it’s out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.” She tried to sound strict but the giggle bubbled in her voice anyway, still tiny traces of intoxication in her speech. Damiano grinned at the thought of her still being tipsy, slightly wondering if it’d give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.
“Oh, rubbish, you party pooper!” Vic shouted back. “Your underwear will do just fine, it’s not like anyone is here to tell you off.”
Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol crept onto her face.
“I’m alright, you have fun.”
Damiano’s head spun, looking at Y/n sitting on the bench. The sheer idea of her joining them like that? Potentially seeing her undress? He was more than glad the water was hiding the lower half of his body.
“Get over here now or we’re dragging you in!” Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.
Oh, no way I’m getting out of the water right now, not like this.
“Oh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ‘not having fun’,” she laughed.” She rolled her trousers up as she moved to the edge of the pool, kicked off her shoes, and let her legs dangle in the water as she sat down. “Happy?”
“For now,” Vic laughed. “But don’t think you’ll always get out of things this easily!”
“Oh come on guys, leave her be.” Ethan decided to be the voice of reason once again. He swam up to her, hair all piled on top of his head in a bun. “Sorry about them - they don’t know when to quit.”
Y/n giggled at his comment.
“It’s cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.” Y/n tilted her head for a moment, looking at Ethan. Slowly she raised a hand to hold his face still, the other hand pulling something out of his hair. “There you go. Can’t have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!”
A scowl appeared on Damiano’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but the way she was looking at Ethan right now, that soft touch, made all the fantasies in his head shatter for a moment. Why wasn’t she fixing his hair instead. Fuck, he was being stupid. His attention was drawn away from the pair as a loud squeal escaped Victoria, who was currently being wrestled in the water by Thomas.
“Don’t you dare dunk me!”
Damiano didn’t even have to watch to know what happened next. A second later, a spluttering Vic emerged, a murderous look in her eye as she dunked Thomas in return. Their little fight turned chaotic, ending with the top of her bikini slowly floating away from her.
“Aw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!” Thomas laughed loudly.
“You dick! You untied it!”
Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoria’s half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.
“Um - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?” She stammered.
Vic looked at the blushing girl, a smirk growing on her face as she whispered something at Thomas, pointing at Y/n, obviously hatching a plan. She swam up to their friend, gently grabbing her legs under the water.
“You are the only one that seems to mind, amore
 Do you not like my tits?” Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/n’s eyes.
“No! No, I mean- That’s not what I mean. Um
 I don’t know - is it just me or is it hot in here?” Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.
“The only one that’s hot here is you, Y/n,” Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vic’s top, which he handed to her as he came back. The blonde held it up to her boobs in a fake-clumsy way, big eyes looking up at Y/n.
“Oh, I think I’m going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?”
Y/n looked like she was about to explode, her face once again covered in a deep red. With slightly shaking fingers, she moved forwards as Vic turned her back towards her, fumbling with the strings around her neck and her back to tie them up.
“Thanks, babe, you’re a doll!” Victoria grinned, taking the assistant’s hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided he’d definitely need to protect her from his bandmates. If anything, it was his time to bother Y/n now.
As Damiano swam over, Y/n was still bright red. Her head was still lowered, picking at her nail polish, as she squeaked out a “hi”. You’ve got to put on the charm now, you can do it, he said in his head, hyping himself up as he looked back at her. He didn’t want to bring her into even more of an awkward situation, but his hands were on her legs before he even noticed, slightly stroking along the curve of her calves under the water.
“Don’t mind those fools,” he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldn’t hear. “They’re just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.”
“Well, it’s not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool
 I mean - good. You know? 
 fucking hell.” She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.”
Yet, the smile on her face hadn’t left since Damiano had arrived. She bit her lip nervously, looking at the singer. Staring at him, maybe trying to figure out what his intentions were. He wished he knew. “Your, uh
 eyes
 they’re pretty.”
“Don’t even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?” He pulled her hands back down as she once again attempted to cover herself. He briefly forgot his hands were wet, until she giggled and patted her own dry on her shirt as he let go. “Your eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so don’t deprive me of them.”
She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. “Alright, I can do that.” She barely noticed they were holding hands. Rubbing her thumb over his skin softly, keeping herself grounded in place by the heat his body gave off under the water. “You just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?”
He moved in closer now, only letting go of her hands to grasp onto her thighs, trying to keep himself above water. He was desperate to move between her legs, but he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. “Of course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, ‘take the piss’?”
She smirked. “Oh! Then that’s fine.”
Damiano was sure his heart wasn’t even beating anymore, it was fluttering. There was something about her
 every time he watched her, talked to her, he felt like he was looking at her for the first time. Finding a new side to her. He wanted more, constantly craving to get closer, and in moments like these. When she let him in just a little bit, made him feel like he was just one small step above the others, he felt like it was all going to be worth it. The slow way he was working himself into her heart.
“Y/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!” Thomas suddenly shouted, popping out of the water and pointing at the assistant. Damiano was pushed out of the way by Victoria, who grabbed Y/n’s leg. Hoisting it up in the air, turning it to show her ankle. A black outlined hand giving the middle finger with long black nails stared back at the band.
“That is really pretty,” Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed
“Pretty? It’s fucking cool! See,” she turned back to Y/n, “you are rock ‘n’ roll!”
Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadn’t seen coming. He wondered if she would let him tattoo her one day, letting him grab her leg, smoothing over the skin, putting that kind of trust in him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later.
“I mean... you think you’re the only ones with tattoos?” Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. “That one hurt like a bitch-”
“That one?” Damiano threw in. “Does that mean there’s more?”
Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - I’m not trying to parent you, but somebody’s gotta be responsible here!” She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. “Come on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!”
***
After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damiano’s door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.
“Not who you were expecting?” She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad they’d all gotten their own rooms for the night and didn’t have to share - no need to involve Ethan or Thomas in the little conversation she was aiming to have with Damiano. Victoria dropped down onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable, as the singer followed.
“What can I do for you?” Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.
“How about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?” A grin spread on her face. She knew she’d have to be much less careful with Damiano than she had been in the conversation with Y/n, but still needed him to know this was good-natured teasing. “Pretty touchy, if you ask me.”
“Well, we were talking. Don’t need to tell you everything I do.” He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. “Why?”
“Yes you do, I’m one of your best friends!” She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. “Just interested to know what you think of her. You know, because I’m your friend and I care. And I’m nosey, so spill.”
He started groaning into the pillow.
“If I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?” He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. “I don’t know, Vic, she walked into our lives and
” His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.
“Wait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!” Her smile came back tenfold. “I love this!”
He shot up from his lying position. “No! No, you don’t love this! I don’t love this! I have no fucking clue what I’m doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I can’t stop thinking about her, it’s turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- 
 I talk too much don’t I?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered!” Victoria remarked in amazement. “You’re actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.” She almost added if only for my amusement but decided against it. This was obviously tormenting him already, no need for her to rub it in.
“I’m not gonna tell her shit! She’s our assistant, for god’s sake. I already could be in so much trouble if she took something I said wrong. I could fall flat on my face and- 
 Vic, I know that you care and you want me to be happy. Which I love and appreciate. We are best friends, we really are. I would do the same thing if you had a crush on someone, but I just don’t know what to do,” he moans, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been like this since school.”
Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasn’t quite sure what to advise him in this situation. Sure, she would love to see her friend happy. And there was definitely something cooking under the surface of Y/n’s feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasn’t her place to meddle. Right?
“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t wanna scare her away.” He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. “Has she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?”
A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldn’t help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. “Look, Damiano. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know she’s not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.”
“Woo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that
 I think. Okay, what does she like
 Y/n, what does she- She doesn’t really talk about herself that much, does she..” Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. “This was so much easier when I wasn’t invested
 Why do I have to be invested, Vic?”
He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. “Argh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just can’t focus when she’s around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?”
“You’ve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “But yes, I did. I told you, she’s interested. Can’t tell you how deep that runs, I’ve only known her for a few days myself and she is working for us, no way to ignore that. So maybe take a step back until you figure this out?”
“Yeah, you’re right. She works for us. That’s
 that’s a giant, neon ‘no’.” He stopped walking, looking out of the window. “I need to cool it, don’t I? We’re on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.” He sighed, staring off into the distance. “We should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?”
“Don’t get in over your head about this,” she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadn’t expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. “It’s the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now let’s get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!”
“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you.” He pulled Victoria into a hug. “Thank god you’re here. Wouldn’t know what to do. Goodnight.”
She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, “I have music to perform
”
***
As the night grew to a close, Y/n found herself in her own room, snuggling into a pillow. Glad that the next day would leave less free time. Drive to Copenhagen. Get everyone settled it. Maneuver them from interview to interview, although this time around Victoria would be a great help since she knew Danish. Then off to soundcheck, light dinner, the gig, sleep. No time to get lost in silly daydreams for once.
Yet, as sleep slowly crept up on her, she couldn’t help one last thought entering her mind.
I wonder if he is thinking of me.
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toonqueen · 3 years ago
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16. Maintenance Duck
I guess my first thought was my not fully fleshed out ideas of what a Negaverse Odin would be like. My headcanon for Nega Donald and Uno is not having them be villains since that would technically be opposite of Donald./Duck Avenger things going on in prime verse. But I like to play around with the idea that Negaverse and Primeverse aren’t  exact opposites. I see Negaduck and Darkwing Duck as having the same big ego. 
So in my headcanon, long story short, in ‘present’ time I have Nega Donald having to be a muscle thug for his Uncle Scrooge during the day, but an anti-hero at night helping undo the damage he does for his Uncle during the day. Going by Duck Revenger instead. Uno’s Negaverse version is named Alpha, and a more cynical bitter A.I. He actually doesn’t like organics much. He likes Donald though, and will help and protect him when he does his anti-hero work. 
Here’s a lovely commissioned pic of my headcanon for them done by @sleepy-oggyoger​ 
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So anyways, for Negaverse Odin-
So being a little bit further in the future, Scrooge doesn’t have control of Duckburg. For my Nega Odin  I may end up sticking with the name Osiris for. I wish I could find another ‘O’ named god that also means one but it's HARD. 
He’s taking care of the citizens of Duckburg because that's what Donald would have wanted, he assumes.. Nega Odin is really- hm- extreme with taking care of the city’s folk. Not in a Darkwarrior Duck way, but in a, kinda very micromanaging way. Like everyone still have freedom, and can even leave the city if they want. But he also has everyone tracked to make sure they’re living the safest healthiest life? Like the average organic adult should go to be at 10 pm. He’s not gonna throw you in prison but he’s gonna have drone he’s talking through show up at 9:45 pm and see why you have had trouble sleeping. If this is your third offense he’s going to take all the caffeine products out of your house and replace it with much healthier things and also here’s some extra healthy groceries for you too. Here’s some new pillows, let the little arms on the drone fluff those pillows for you. Let’s check your organic body readings and see if a medical solution is needed and instantly get a prescription to help. 
Nega Odin, for the most part, is being ‘good’ to the citizens of St. Canard but has the energy of Legolas’ Dad in the Hobbit. And like, can give that speech Agent Smith gives in Matrix about how he hates humans but then after that speech on how he’s so disgusted with humanity he’d then offer you a granola bar and tell you to watch your cholesterol and give you a little pat on the head. Run along now child go do a mentally stimulating craft activity. 
They do have freedom to leave the city if they want. But If you look at the shit shows going on in St. Canard and Spoonerville (I’m assuming Nega-Spoonerville has some Mad Max stuff going down,)  maybe getting micromanaged by some tech dude but still having a nice life in the long run isn’t THAT bad. I mean, crime is barely anything, and jail is 100% a rehabilitating structure. Free healthcare! Paid a living wage and your boss can’t treat you like crap or Nega Odin himself will show up and fire your BOSS. Not having complete privacy but uh, after having a break up with your partner you got a gift basket from Nega Odin with your favorite foods that bring you comfort and has high Omega-3s to improve mood.  And an encouraging card with a list of upcoming singles mixers. Like alright
. Creepy but cared for? I guess?
And the Duckburg  know Nega Odin something immortal but he doesn’t let him know he’s a robot. They’re left to wonder how he’s not aging over the decades. Maybe he’s a vampire? That would explain some things
. Anyways poor Nega Odin/Osiris feels obligated to take care of/ maintenance these fleshbags because he misses Donald and it's what he thinks Donald would have wanted. Weh. 
Man I just realized I kinda had him mirco manage Donald too like, NO CAPES WHEN HEROING AND EAT HEALTHIER and be more polite lets learn  you some manners. So now with Donald gone he’s doing it to the whole city. sobbbb.
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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 4 years ago
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The Arrangement pt 2
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Strider shook his head with laughter as you fell from a tree. “Owww” you whined. “How is it that you can climb trees but coming back down is an issue?” Strider teased. “I blame lack of balance.” you said. He kneeled next to you, pulling you forward before you winced. He shook his head and you sighed. “When are we heading back?” you asked. “We should be back by nightfall.” Strider said. You almost seemed to pout in response. “Come now, it won’t be that bad.” Strider said, helping you up. “It’s enough that I was born into the the title, but now I have to officially accept it through a ceremony. This is ridiculous.” You huffed. “Buuuttt you can’t get out of it.” Strider said. “I mean... You could kidnap me.” you suggested. He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, you know the deal.” he said. “Alright! Alright. But only if you suffer through the coronation too.” you said. “Y/n, I was already going.” He said. You grinned. “Really? Color me impressed for wanting to be there!” You said. “....I never said I wanted to go, I said I was going” He said. 
You two walked, you listening to the trees with a sigh. “What are they saying?” He asked. He wasn’t elven and didn’t have the gift for listening to nature. He had heard from others on how elves could listen to nature. “Others have been through here. Probably on their merry little ways to my official ceremony of suffering.” you said making him shake his head. “Some people would kill for this life.” He said. “When have I been other people?” you asked. “...Fair point.” He nodded. 
A wind brushed your face, almost like a caress. You smiled and let out a breath. "It's like the trees know I'm uneasy." You said. "What makes you nervous?" Strider asked. "I have a tendency to... Embarrass myself in front of the royalty in my family." You muttered. "I'm sure it's not--" "I've accidentally stabbed Galadriel with a fork at dinner. Do not finish that sentence." You halted. Strider blinked. "Y/n. Remember, there's at least two friends in that room with you." He said. "Two?" You asked. "I assume you're close with Arwen?" He asked. You nodded slowly but seemed to have a questioning look on your face. "...Yes. You seem to bring her up a lot more, is there something going on between you two?" You asked. Strider rose a brow. "Are you asking me if I'm involved with your sister?" He asked. "Are you?" You asked. "No." He said.
While Arwen was beautiful, she was different. You were more complex, more unpredictable. Arwen was, to put it simply, who Elrond wanted you to be. You had certain similarities, you were unbelievably kind, intelligent, and definitely beautiful. But your beauty was ethereal. It was unreal to Strider how you seemed so beautiful at times where you didn't mean to. When you were pulling back your hair, when you were listening to the trees, when you reading, when you were talking to your sister and laughing with her. It made him question if Arwen was accurate in her thinking.
Something about seeing you actually enjoy home at times made him happy. It let him know that you weren't completely miserable where you were, just not exactly happy with your situation. It was way to assure him that you were okay once he left. At times Strider didn't really want to leave you. Hell. There were days were he actually missed you. He'd keep it to himself but it would show when he'd see you again and he'd smile.
You walked, looking over at Strider who was awfully quiet. "What's going on in that head of yours?" You asked. He realized he had been lost in thought this whole time, being quiet. It wasn't an unusual thing by any means for him to go silent. It was slightly unusual though for him to be silent while staring at you. Course that would be unusual for anyone.
"You'll make a good ruler one day." He said. You let out a small chuckle but realized he was being sincere. "...What makes you say that?" You asked. "You have the heart of a good queen." He said. You blinked, stopping and looking at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing. Just a odd thing I've heard from a friend." You said. That's when you seemed to perk up. "I just realized something!" You gasped. He blinked. "What?" Strider asked. "Come on!" You ushered him forward. "Wha-- Y/n, what's going on?!" He asked, laughing slightly at your child-like excitement. "One of my friends is coming to this!" You said. "So you do have friends!" Strider teased. "He's actually a prince. Really interesting. Come onnnn!" You said rushing.
You were moving faster now, finally reaching Rivendell as the sun set. Elrond was greeting Galadriel, when he looked over. You noticed the familiar white horse, the elven sigil on inscribed on it's saddle. You dragged Strider with you as you looked around. "Arwen!" You whisper shouted. She looked over. "You're back early." She noticed. "Is he here?" You asked. She rolled her eyes. "I rarely get to see him!" You huffed. She pointed and you dragged Strider by his hand. Arwen shook her head with a small smile as he seemed to laugh. He was in love and she knew it. The question was: did he know yet?
"Legolas!" You called. A white haired figure turned around, a smile falling over him as you hugged him. "It is good to see you old friend!" You said. He pulled away blinking. "There's a man here." Legolas noticed. "Oh, Strider this is Legolas. Legolas this is Strider, my best friend." You introduced. Legolas shook his hand. "I see I've been overthrown as her best friend." Legolas teased. "You're never here to reclaim that title." You said with an eye roll. Strider looked around him, seeing the royalty. He felt slightly out of place but didn't seem to care. "Have you said hello to Arwen yet?" You asked as she walked over. "Not yet-- hello your grace." He answered.
"Good evening Legolas." She said with a smile. "Glad to see my sister is actually enjoying herself." Arwen said. "Is Haldir here?" You asked. "Yes, he's going to be there." Arwen said. She looked at you and sighed. "You need to change Y/n." She said, knowing damn well there would be a struggle. "As do you." She added to Strider. "I--" "I've left clothes in the room you usually stay in, Y/n if you struggle with me tonight out of all nights there will be hell to pay." She said, gritting her teeth while maintaining that sweet smile. "Oh I will wreak havoc." You muttered as she dragged you off, making Strider smile.
"How long have you known Y/n?" Legolas asked, sitting on the edge of the fountain. "A few months." He said. "I take it you're staying for the coronation?" Legolas asked. "Yes I am." He nodded. "Elrond has referred to you as an ambassador of sorts." He said. Strider bit back a laugh at this but nodded. "Word of advice. Stick to the back on the walls with Haldir and me and you should be fine." He said. "You really should change though. Elves in this setting tend to be..." Legolas leaned forward. "Judgmental. Emphasis on the mental." He said earning a silent snort from Aragorn.
Aragorn changed rather quickly, leaving his belongings in what was now basically his designated room. He looked at the ring that rested in one of the pockets in his pack, closing his eyes and remembering simpler times when his father spoke of preparing him for a day like this. Elrond was aware of his identity, giving the ring to him. How Elrond found out was lost on Aragorn, but he knew nonetheless. For some reason, you didn’t know. He wasn’t going to question why but he was confused on why your father wouldn’t tell you that he was the heir to Isildur. He put the ring back in the bag, walking out and back to Legolas. 
"Why is Y/n taking so long?" Strider asked. "Have you met her? She's probably fighting Arwen out of the dress as we speak." Legolas said. Truth be told he had never seen you out of armor. Not in royal garb anyway. You were always running wild in your armor, bringing stress to your father when Strider made himself present. "They're making it seem like the coronation is tonight." Strider said, noticing the servants run back and forth. "Tonight is the dinner before it with the leaders. Unfortunately we all must sit and suffer through it." Legolas muttered. "You don't seem to enjoy the royal life like the rest do." Strider noticed. "Me and Y/n share opinions on this. We believe the best way to keep a kingdom safe is to assist the people, making a point to not fear straying outside of the gates to actually protect your land. Instead our rulers don't leave their homes unless it's a political reason." Legolas explained. Strider nodded. "You don't get along with your father, do you?" He asked. "No. I don't." Legolas said. "Hm. I'm really beginning to understand the dynamic of your friendship with Y/n." Strider said. Legolas smiled, nodding. "The parallels of our lives are not lost on us." He said.
Finally you walked down the stairs, air getting stuck in Strider's throat. The dress was blue, sleeves hanging off you. You wore a small silver circlet, really showing your role as princess. "Arwen, this is very uncomfortable." You whispered. "Deal. With. It." She whispered. You rolled your eyes, walking over. "I see she attacked you with a corset." Legolas said. "And my own crown. This. Is. Hell." You muttered. Strider's eyes seemed wide as he looked at you. You looked over at Strider, stopping for a moment. "You... Clean up nice." You said, Legolas noticing the strange tension. "...As do you." Aragorn said. Arwen and Legolas exchanged a knowing look.
Elrond came over, making you cut your attention away. "The dinner is commencing soon, are you ready?" He asked. "Yes father." You said. "Strider is your escort tonight and tomorrow. My gift to you." He said with a slight eye roll. "Thank you father." You said with slight relief. "And you both look beautiful. Your mother would've loved to see this." Elrond said, putting a loving hand to your cheek. You and Arwen gave small smiles. Your eyes seemed to gloss over with sadness. "Strider, a moment please." Elrond said. He followed the lord, speaking with him. "Please try to keep Y/n calm. She has a tendency to... Shoot off at the mouth with royalty. Tonight out of all nights I need her to be proper." Elrond said. "I will do what I can, you know Y/n--" "There is no controlling her." Both of the men said in unison. It was odd really. It was like for a second they were... Bonding? "I can't make any promises, but I will do what I can." Strider said. "Thank you. Oh and if anyone asks, you're an ambassador." Elrond said before leaving. "... Ambassador?" He muttered to himself.
Strider walked back over, you looking at him. He smiled slightly and you smiled back, looking down as Arwen and Legolas talked. "It seems our team is back together." Haldir said, walking over. You chuckled, hugging the man. "team?" Strider asked. "Oh this group usually stays glued to the wall, whispering amongst themselves and trying to break the royal guard." Haldir said. "Break the royal guard?" Strider asked. "Guards here are trained to be very stoic and stone faced. They will stand next to them and get these men with years of training to crack a smirk, smile or laugh." Haldir said with a small laugh. "I believe our record was fifteen minutes, after the words 'flarpy blunderfloof' came out of Y/n's mouth." Arwen recalled making you all laugh. Strider smiled at this. You seemed to enjoy this particular group of people and that was nice, to see a smile like that on your face.
"Y/n, we're starting." Elrond called. You winced. "Shit." You muttered. The group all walked, Strider next to you. Galadriel and Thranduil stood near the table conversating with one another. Your heart pounded in your ears as you stood there, grabbing Strider's hand as an instinct out of fear. He looked over, seeing your frozen features. “Y/n. Breathe.” Legolas said, standing on your other side. “My. feet. won’t. move.” you muttered. “Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Galadriel said. You let go of Strider’s hand, Galadriel hugging you, She whispered an incantation in your ear, you immediately feeling calmer. “Thank you.” You whispered. “You seemed anxious.” she said softly, pulling away. “Let’s sit.” Legolas suggested. You nodded, Legolas pulling your chair out for Arwen’s chair out before he sat down. Strider pulled your chair out before sitting next to you, you looking at the elves around you. Legolas nudged you, nodding to the stone faced soldiers by the doors and you bit back a smile. 
The evening continued with talks of politics, speaking of the leaders. Then the story of the ring made the air tense “Whatever happened to that ring anyway?” One of the ambassadors asked. “Isildur never disposed of it. It’s been lost ever since.” Elrond said. Strider seemed to tense up, swallowing his drink. You seemed bored by the conversation, Strider taking it as you’ve heard this many times. Arwen looked over at Strider who had a unreadable expression. “I don’t think it has been... Completely lost.” you said, earning looks to you. “Are you implying you know where the ring is?” Thranduil asked. You shifted slightly. “I’ve heard rumblings. From the trees and the earth. Something is happening out there. Something strange.” You said. “I’ve heard similar rumblings myself.” Galadriel agreed. Good. So you weren’t on the brink of insanity. 
“Considering how long the ring has been hidden, I don’t expect it to turn up any time soon.” Thranduil commented. “Neither do I. Though it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.” Elrond nodded. “It won’t turn up for at least another twenty years.” Galadriel said. “Experiencing your visions again dear?” Celeborn asked. “This is one I can see clearly.” She said simply. “It will come to us in a unexpected form.” She said. “Will we be rid of the damn thing?” Thranduil asked. “That is not clear.” She said with slight disappointment. Legolas looked over at you with a small distain. 
“While we’re on the subject of foresight... Is there any way you can examine Y/n or at least Arwen?” Elrond asked. You turned your vision to Galadriel. “Would you mind?” Galadriel asked. You stood up, moving to her. Thranduil moved so you could sit in his seat, you giving her your hands as you sat. “There are many things to see with you my dear.” She said, closing her eyes. “You have a strong will to protect. Very appropriate for a leader to have.” Galadriel said softly. Strider rose a brow as Galadriel opened her eyes, wide with surprise. “Is something wrong?” you asked. “You will sit upon a throne if the future is hopeful.” She said. “with the man.” She added, everyone’s vision going to Strider. “I don’t think--” “There is more to you than you are telling us.” She said. Strider swallowed hard, disturbed by this comment. 
You looked at Galadriel and then Strider. “You are--” “stop.” you halted. Everyone looked to you. “I trust Strider. If he truly has been keeping another identity then he will tell me with time.” You said simply. “You put a lot of trust in someone who’s been lying to you.” Thranduil said, a disapproving look on his face. “It was foolish to assume is birth name was ‘Strider’ to begin with. I think it’s more of a title than an actual name.” You fired back. “She’s not wrong.” Strider said, clearing his throat. “We were well aware of the concealed identity.” Arwen said with a sigh. You looked over surprised. “Foresight runs within my veins as well.” She said. “You know?” Strider asked, now realizing how Elrond must’ve learned this. “I have known for two months.” She said, sipping on her elven wine. She must’ve told Elrond... She had to for him to just abruptly give him the ring. “Strider. A word.” You said, nodding to the doors. 
You pulled him into another room. “What the hell is going on in there?” you asked. “I...” He sighed. “I will explain after this. It’ll make more sense.” He said. “Promise me that I can still trust you after this.” you said. He paused, looking in your eyes. “Promise me that you are going to be honest with this, and tell me the truth.” You said. He couldn’t lie to those eyes. Those beautiful, telling eyes. “I will try.” he said. You nodded before walking back in. 
The evening continued, an awkward tension over everyone as time passed. Finally though, it was over, you and Strider walking to his room. “Are you going to explain?” you asked. He nodded, walking over to his pack. He pulled out the small silver band, it made to look like two serpents protecting the small emerald in the center. You recognized this and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re... There’s no way.” You gaped. “I am Aragorn. Son of Arathorn II and Gilraen.” He said. You swallowed. “Now I know why you kept it from me. That’s... Quite a lot of information to process.” You gaped. “Take all the time you need, I understand if this makes things tense between--” “Why haven’t you made a claim for Gondor?” you asked. He put his hand on the back of his head, looking away. “I don’t trust myself to be a leader.” He admitted. “Why?” You asked. “My ancestor, the one from which I receive this ring from, is someone who became mad with power.” He said. You frowned. “What if temptation weakens me like it did him?” Aragorn asked. You stepped forward, lifting both of his hands and pulling back his sleeve and placing both of your thumbs on his veins. “You may share his blood Aragorn. But you will never be like Isildur.” you said softly. “How do you know that?” Aragorn asked. “Because Isildur wouldn’t have been worried about messing things up this badly to a point where he walked away from power.” You said. He looked down and you shook your head. “There’s a heart that beats strong in your chest, one that fights every day to be less like his ancestors. For that I find you honorable.” you said softly. 
Aragorn swallowed hard, looking at you with wide eyes. “I should go to bed. Long day tomorrow.” you breathed. “Oh! What do you wish for me to call you?” you asked. “What?” He asked. “You’re clearly uncomfortable by your heritage so do you want me to call you ‘Strider’ or ‘Aragorn’?” You asked. He pondered. “Aragorn when we’re here or just you and me, Strider when we’re elsewhere and in the presence of others.” He said. “You got it, Aragorn.” you said, small smirk coming to play upon your lips as you left. 
Aragorn looked at the silver band that now rested on his bed. When he first received this ring it almost seemed to mock him with intimidation. Tonight though, he finally had a voice, clear as day give him reason. For the first time, Aragorn didn’t hate his name. For the first time, he could actually breathe.
For the first time, he wore the ring.  
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rainydaydream-gal18 · 5 years ago
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Hobbit!Legolas x Reader: Meeting
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(Author’s note:  Heyo!  I know I write a lot of dwarf fics, so I figured it was time to write something else!
This one goes out to those who are team elf!  Holla)
. . . .
Still, you couldn’t fight the feeling in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.
. . . .
   “‘Just go to Middle Earth’, he said,” you muttered aloud.  “‘It’ll be fun’, he said.  Well, Gandalf, I’m not exactly having the time of my life!”  You withdrew the sword from the spider’s corpse in front of you.  “When I see him again, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.”
   “_________, what are you muttering about?” Kili asked, glancing at you and then at the dead spider.  “Nice kill, by the way.”
   You shrugged.  “Thanks.  So, do you know if we have a plan to get out of here?  These spiders are just gross.  I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.”
   “We’re just fighting our way out, looks like,” he replied, turning to watch your back.  “Think you could lend me a sword?”
   “Sorry, I’m out of extras.”  You jumped forward and slashed another spider as it raced to attack a member of the Company.  Bofur shouted a thanks, and you acknowledged his gratitude with a nod.
   This was the scene in the Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug movie where the Company escapes the spiders.  As an outsider who knew the course of the journey, you had really hoped to steer the Company clear of this part, but unfortunately, the spiders still caught you all off guard.
   You had arrived at the beginning of the journey when the Company first met Bilbo in the Shire.  Even though you’d been traveling with them for some time now, fighting still made you nervous.  Your sword skills had improved greatly, and sometimes you peppered the battlefield with comments to make others think you were unafraid, but deep down inside it was still scary at times.  Especially when dealing with giant, gross spiders!  Ew!
   Unfortunately, this fear made an appearance when one of the spiders launched itself straight at you, slimy mouth wide open and revealing fangs.  The sight was so disgusting, and the arachnophobe in you cringed away from the creature instead of meeting it with your steely blade.
   “_______!” Kili called from several feet away.  He was unarmed and too far to help.  Other members of the Company were preoccupied with their opponents to intervene as well.  It looked bleak for a split second.  Then, the spider was thrown aggressively off its path by an unseen object.  It fell over onto its side, writhing on the ground with an arrow lodged in its flesh.
   Your eyes darted back to where the arrow could have come from, and you saw a figure in green with light blonde hair slide down a curved tree trunk until he landed near you.  The spider had stopped moving for now, so he instead aimed his bow and arrow at you.
   “Drop the sword.”  
   You did as he ordered and put your hands up.  Around you, residents of Mirkwood began appearing on the scene, taking out spiders left and right before circling the Company.  Tauriel was among them, which was neat.  Her and Kili had hit it off.  They spoke in their elvish language, and as a Lord of the Rings fan who spent your time learning the language back home (especially movie lines), you understood nearly all of it.  
   And it was utterly frustrating not being able to use it when it mattered most.
   You had kept this ability of yours to speak Sindarin a secret from your group.  Since Thorin had such contempt for elves, you figured that advertising your knack for the language was a bad idea.  It wouldn’t help you earn his trust which you had so carefully fostered over the course of the journey.  If you spoke for the Company now instead of letting Thorin speak first, that would also be disrespectful.  Even so, you wondered if it would do you any good at all anyway.  Mirkwood elves were not like Rivendell elves.  You had let Elrond in on your secret, and he had been fascinated, but Legolas and Thranduil might end up being even more suspicious.
   Legolas was being all mean and insulting, making accusations of Thorin stealing the blade Orcrist, and  accusing him of lying about it.  He called Gloin’s wife his brother, and his son a goblin.
   Just you wait, Legolas.  You’re going to spend a few decades outside the Woodland Realm and are going to become a big softie by the time the Fellowship is formed.
   Then, he looked at you with those blue eyes.  “Are these dwarves keeping you their prisoner?  I cannot imagine any other reason a young woman would travel with such a
 crew.”
   “I am not their prisoner,” you clarified, resisting the urge to scoff at such a notion.  You had to remain as calm and sensible as possible, or it would make things worse.  “They are my good friends.  I’d appreciate it if you didn’t raise false accusations against them.”
   He observed you for a moment longer with that beautiful but wild gaze.  He then turned to give his soldiers orders in Sindarin.  The Company was escorted through the deadly woods, no doubt to the fortress. 
   Before long, you found yourself in a cell alone a little ways away from the rest of the Company.  The others chattered and hollered, some even tried kicking at the doors to no avail.
    “Leave it! There is no way out! This is no Orc dungeon,” Balin scolded. “These are the Halls of the Woodland realm. No one leaves here, but, by the king’s consent.”
   At that, the hollering and loud bangs stopped, but the Company continued to chatter as if devising a plan for escape.  You leaned against the wall and sank to the floor slowly, knowing very well it would be hours before Bilbo arrived.
   “________,” Bofur called. “ You okay, lass?  You’ve been awfully quiet.”
   “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied.  “Just tired, thanks.  Everyone up there alright?”
   “We’re fine, dear,” Balin assured you.  “I can almost guarantee that Thranduil is offering Thorin a deal.  The question is: will Thorin take him up on it?”
   “Considering how he feels about these people,” you hesitated.  “I’d say our chances of him taking the deal are slim.”
   “I’m afraid I agree,” Balin sighed.
   Some time had passed before Thorin was dragged into the dungeon and pushed in his cell.  Balin inquired about whether Thorin was given a deal, which of course, Thorin had refused.  However, Thorin remained hopeful that there was another way out.
   Later that night, you were still lying on the cell floor listening to the nature-y sounds that filled the dungeon.  There was the sound of running water, like a stream or small waterfall, and it was quite soothing.  A couple of voices echoed softly.  You spared a glance outside your cell to see Tauriel outside Kili’s cell talking.  Those two were so cute.
   Suddenly, a shadow was cast over your cell.  Legolas stood there gazing at you quietly.  You hadn’t even heard him approach!
   “What business does a young woman have with a group of dwarves reclaiming Erebor?” he asked.
   “That’s a good question,” you nodded.  “I asked myself that a few times when the journey first began.”
   “You didn’t answer my question.”  He didn’t sound angry, just curious.  “I do not understand why you would endure such a journey for people who are not your own.”
   “I do not have to be from Erebor to care about them,” you countered.  “I think you place too much importance on where a person’s from or who their people are.  It’s normal to take pride in those things.  I know I do!  But friendship and comradery should go beyond that.”
   He was silent for a few moments, as if taking in all that you said.  “You are wiser than you look.”
   “Oh...thanks?” you weren’t sure if that was an insult or compliment for certain.
   “I meant, you are wise beyond your years,” he clarified.
   “Ohh,” you nodded in understanding.  A compliment.  “Thank you, I appreciate that.”
   “Appreciate what?”
   “What you said.”
   “I was merely stating an observation,” he said dismissively.  “You are...different.  Not like any maidens here.”
   “Well, I’m not from around here,” you explained.  “Where I come from, this place is the stuff of legend.  I suppose even here it is.”  With a pause, your eyes found his.  “It’s very beautiful.”
   “It is,” he agreed.  “Though I would not mind traveling, visiting the other realms.  Your home- you said it was not around here.  What is it like?”
   “Like me, it’s...different,” you went on.  “It is beautiful in its own way.”  You watched him, curious as to why he was there talking to you instead of jealously watching Tauriel and Kili.  He considered you a stranger, so it would be odd to ask such a personal question.  “I don’t believe we have formally introduced ourselves.  I am ________, member of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.”
   Legolas’ lips formed a small smile.  “I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood.”
   “I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances.”
   His brows furrowed as he looked at the bars that separated you, remembering that you were a prisoner.  He took a step back, conflicted.
   Then, he walked away.  “I must go.”
   As expected, you and the rest of the Company had made your daring and clever escape.  Bilbo had returned and ushered you all into the barrels, pulling the lever so they’d drop and fall into the river.  With many other experiences on this journey, you discovered that it was so different to actually live the scene as opposed to watching it on TV.  The water was cold, and you worried your barrel would tip.
   The situation had erupted when not only the Mirkwood soldiers perceived your escape, but also orcs arrived on the scene.  Early morning sunlight shone in the sky, and the air was brisk.  You felt it every time it touched your skin when you rose out of the water momentarily.  There was a particularly big and hideous orc on the shore aiming an arrow right at you.  You could do nothing but try and duck into the barrel since you were lacking your weapon.  Even then, it was risky.
   Before either you or the orc made a move, an arrow went flying into the side of its head.  Your eyes followed the path to see Legolas leaping into battle with another orc.  He paused, blue eyes meeting yours even from a distance.  It hadn’t been simply about protecting Mirkwood, he had rescued you.  Something flashed between you.  You weren’t sure what, but it was something.
   The fight progressed, and you even got a hold of an orc’s axe.  You knew very well Legolas could protect himself, but when the opportunity arose, you threw the axe at an orc to stop it mid-swing behind the Mirkwood prince. He no doubt heard the orc’s shriek, turning to glance at it and then you before resuming conflict.
   The stream’s current picked up, and pretty soon the Company was so far along that no orcs could be seen.  No sign of Legolas or Tauriel either.  You knew you’d see them again soon, but until then, a part of you would miss Legolas Greenleaf.  
   How silly. You thought to yourself.  You’ve only just met him.  No need to get all mushy already.
Still, you couldn’t fight the feeling in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.
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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 5 years ago
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Dimension Jumping pt. 4
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The Fellowship x Reader
You went back to work, Pippin is triggered about cookies, and you gotta play mediator.
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After that whole mushroom scare, you elected to no longer worry about the questionable things the hobbits consume. You kinda just leave it up to Sam to help you cook and make things that everyone likes, though it's hard to please so many people every night when you're not motivated to make more than one dish. 
Trips to the grocery store became a lot more expensive and frequent, and while you can definitely pay for it you know that you can't keep on like this forever. 
So you've decided that the best course of action to take is alternating between working at home and at the office so you can hunt down more leads. 
The reason your boss is so lenient on your attendance is because of your crystal clean record and nature of your job. 
Honestly, you don't even really have to go into work as is, but being as the office is the only place you can really get some human actual interaction (not including Brian). Now though, there's not much of a reason to go. 
But anyway, you decide to go into work today and have yet to tell everyone else, so when you walked out of your room that morning in your business casual outfit and greeted everyone normally, you got a bunch of weird looks. 
"Are you going out somewhere? To the store again, maybe?" Pippin asks, walking up to you with curiosity in his face. 
You reach down and ruffle his hair fondly, replying simply, "I'm going to work today."
"Work?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "What about that man who won't stop bothering you?" 
Ah, you should've guessed he would ask about that, "I've just gotta deal with it, babe, it be like that sometimes." 
"Are you sure that's the best idea? He came to your home, after all." Aragorn pipes up from his spot on the couch.
And guess who's in his fucking lap again? That's right, Penny. That bitch (literally).
"I'm not going to be scolded by a dog thief." You reply faux-bitterly, pouting as your gaze fixes on your white fluff ball of joy. 
"Dog thief?" He repeats incredulously, shaking his head, "Just because your dog has taken to me doesn't mean-"
You put your hand up and interrupt not so kindly, "I don't wanna hear it." From the smile threatening to come on to your face, he can tell you're not truly angry or upset, so he allows himself to laugh a bit as he runs a hand down her soft back. 
"Alright," he pauses and his expression becomes more serious, "I still don't think it's a good idea, though. After you lied about being with another person, he's surely not going to be very kind." 
Fair, yes, but you don't care anyway. "I'll be fine, really. The only problem I'll probably have is being worried about all of you all day..." You sigh at that admittance and turn to go put on your boots. 
"If you're sure..." 
"I am." 
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The day went about as good as you expected it to be.
Brian was all in your business, hanging out in your work area, talking to you and asking about 'Aaron' aka Aragorn and his brother 'Beau' aka Boromir, and touching your shoulders and stuff like a total creep-so. 
Of course, you didn't tell him to fuck off like you wanted to, but that okay because you don't fancy being laid off. 
When you get back you're greeted by two hobbits and a fluffy puppy. The latter of which immediately jumped on you and began to wag her tail so fast that she nearly turns back time. 
You crouch down and wrap your arms around her tightly, speaking in a high pitched voice, "Aw, who's my good girl? I missed you so much my sweet baby, oh I love you so much!" You kiss her multiple times and rock back and forth with her in your arms until she begins to pull back. 
She turns when you let her go and trots back to Aragorn, and the glare you point at him is so withering and resentful that it could've killed a thousand men. 
And by withering and resentful I mean pouty and petulantly irritated. 
He laughs at your expense, but you ignore him and turn to the hobbits and smile at them brightly, "Did ya miss me?"
"Y/N, do you want a cookie?" Pippin asks suddenly, not answering your question. 
"What?"
"A cookie. Like one of those round black and white cookies. Do you want one?" He clarifies, tapping his foot a few times while Merry sighs. 
You look at him weirdly and shake your head no, "Um, not at the moment. No." 
"How can you not want one?" 
"I just don't."
"Fine, then let's say you wanted one and there were some in the cupboard. What would you do?"
"Um, I guess I'd eat one if I were in the mood." 
"Exactly, that's what I'm saying." He states, nodding his head as he looks at Merry.
"Wait, what are you saying? I'm confused." He's literally making no sense. 
"That if someone wants a cookie, then they should get one. It's what people do." 
"I mean, yes I guess you're right..." And then it dawns on you, "Boromir and Aragon won't let you have a cookie." 
"No! Even though I'm practically starving, they won't consider it. They say I must eat lunch first!" He sounds like he's been offended in the worst of ways, insulted and stripped of his rights... what a drama queen. 
"And you don't find that fair?" You ask, leaning back on the balls of your feet as you look at Aragorn over the top of his head with a raised eyebrow. 
Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders.
"You just said that if you wanted a cookie then you would get one, so why can't I? I'm no child, and I can make decisions for myself." 
"Well, I guess that's fair. You are an adult." The only way out of this odd conversation is agreement. 
"It's just not fair. If they want one they can have one, if you want one then you can have one, but if I want one? The rules don't count. Like you said, it's not fair!"
You look at Merry and ask, "Are you having the same problem as him?"
"Yes, but I don't care as much." 
"Well, what are you both going to do about it? Hobbit rebellion?" 
Pippin crosses his arms and grumbles, "Well, I'm going to eat lunch. Because I have to. Because the world isn't fair to hobbits." 
You don't say anything to that and instead slowly walk away from the door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else is there. 
"Where is everyone?" You question, walking up to Aragorn who is crouched down and petting Penny. 
"Gimli and Boromir are outside with Frodo and Sam and Legolas... I'm not sure where he is." 
You hum your understanding and then ask, "So, no cookies for Pippin and Merry." 
He smiles at your question and chuckles quietly, standing back up to his full height, "It's not good for them to have confections without something sturdy first." 
"Well I'm sure you heard, but Pippin is very torn up about it. Absolutely devastated." Of course, you're joking and he can tell as much, though his little speech there almost made you want to comply and give him some cookies against their wishes. 
"Do not worry about them. Once they've eaten they'll get what they desire." He assures, looking over at the two whispering hobbits. 
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They did end up getting their cookies, luckily for them, and they ate their lunches too. Eventually, Frodo, Sam and the rest of them came back inside, and you noticed right away that they're getting sick of being cooped up inside your house 24/7. 
You can probably take the taller bunch of them out at some point, but they're the least high maintenance of this group. Merry, Pippin, and Sam are just itching to go out and see more than just the rooms of your house and your backyard, and Gimli is starting to get rather stir crazy too. Frodo doesn't seem too bothered by it luckily enough, but that doesn't mean he's 100% good with staying in one place for so long. 
Also, it seems that in your world that ring doesn't have any power because the dark-haired hobbit explained that he hasn't felt or heard anything from it since arriving there. What it sounds like to you is the ring lost its connection since they're in another dimension entirely, which is both good and confusing. 
Anyway, you've been trying to come up with a way to take everyone out of the house at some point so they can see more than just the same things over and over, but you can't really come up with any sort of disguise or cover story that would explain the more vertically challenged 4 of them. Gimli could probably just barely pass if he were to wear taller shoes, and Legolas could probably get by with a hat to cover his ears... but still. 
You don't bring this issue up yet, but you do know that eventually, they'll want to leave and see some more so that they don't go mad inside your house. 
"Y/N?" Someone says loudly suddenly. 
You look over quickly and see Legolas staring straight into your soul. 
Was he talking to you? Did he ask you a question or something? Oh god, you don't know! "Um... yeah?" 
"You did not hear what I said." He states matter of factly, amusement sparkling in his eyes. 
You shake your head 'no' slowly, sheepishly rubbing the back of your head. "N-No, sorry... I was, er, thinking about something."
"May I ask what?" Ever the curious bastard. 
"It's nothing important really, what were you saying?" 
Your quick change in subject does not go by unnoticed, but there is no questioning on it on his part either. Instead, he repeats what he said before, "I only wished to know if I could accompany you on your next outing." 
"Um, well yeah that'd be nice but you'd have to like, wear a hat or something. Your ears will freak people out." You realize how that sounds right away and backtrack quickly, "N-Not that I think your ears are weird or anything! It's just people haven't seen anything like it here, s-so..." Oh god, why did you have to say it like that? 
He raises a delicate blond eyebrow and chuckles lightly, observing your flustered form with humor sparkling in his eyes, "I know you meant no offense. Please, you needn't be so wary of me or your words." 
He has such a whimsical way of speaking, and you find that you like it quite a bit. "Right, sorry... Well, um you can come with me but you've gotta wear a hat." This time when you say it, you say it with a bit more confidence. 
"I can do that." He replies easily. 
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"Y/N?" Sam calls from his spot on the couch next to you. 
You turn your head away from the TV and look down at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah?" 
"Do you abuse drugs? Like how you told that man Boromir does." 
You laugh nervously and answer his question with a question, "Why do you ask?" 
"Because you seemed to know a lot about it when you explained it the other day." 
There is silence for all of 10 seconds. "Well you're damn right I abuse drugs. I see a drug, and I push the hell out of it! Get lost drugs." You exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest. 
Sam looks at you weirdly and asks more slowly this time, "But I thought they weren't alive?" 
"They aren't. It was a joke." 
Realization spreads across his face and he smiles this time, "Oh! Well, it was really funny!" 
You know it wasn't but you take it anyway and look back at the TV. "Well of course it was. I'm hilarious if you haven't already noticed." You don't actually find yourself to be that funny, but if you keep up the confidence and pretend like you know what you're doing; then no one else will question you or your humor. Why did he even ask you that anyways, it was completely random...
"Why did you ask?" You question with furrowed eyebrows. 
Sam's smile fades a bit but doesn't disappear completely, "Oh, well you see I was just thinkin' an awful lot about it and then I figured I might as well just ask since you've never been against answerin' my questions before." 
Fair enough. 
You nod your head in understanding and say nothing more about it. 
This comfortable silence prevails for a little while before there is a sudden crash in the guest room and some yelling. 
You almost get up to go ask what's going on, but Pippin storms out before you have to and goes to join everyone else outside. With a raised brow you turn your head to look back at Sam, but he only rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Those two are always gettin' into something." 
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Later that night while everyone is winding down and getting ready for bed, though you're still in the living room with your laptop on your legs. 
The TV has long since been turned off so the only sound in the room is the soft clacking of your fingers hitting the letter keys. 
You look up sharply at the sound of a door opening and closing and see Merry leaving the guest room with a sour expression on his face. 
Right away curiosity gets the best of you, but you don't say or do anything right away and instead opt to watch him from over the top of your computer screen to see where he goes. Cause there have been a few instances where you've caught him and Pippin raiding your kitchen for some midnight snacks since you usually work in the dark so they don't see you right away.
Instead of heading towards the kitchen, though, he looks right at you and walks over, taking a seat next to you still without saying anything. 
"Merry?" You question after a moment of looking at him and him looking at the wall, your eyebrows furrowed, "Is everything okay." 
"Pippin isn't talking to me." 
Your mouth runs before you can even think of an actual proper response to that, "Enjoy it while it lasts." 
He looks up at you with an expression akin to annoyance on his face and then grumbles, "I was trying to." 
Ah, so this is more than just a silly little thing.
You move your computer off your legs and place it on the coffee table, turning towards him with your legs crossed on the couch, "Well, what happened? Why won't he talk to you." 
He doesn't reply right away, looking away from your face as he seems to deliberate over telling you or not, "He was being stupid earlier and I smacked him over the head and he dropped his treat on the floor and it got ruined." 
It's silent while you wait for him to go on, but he just continues to look at you expectantly. 
"Wait, that's it?" You ask incredulously, looking at him like he'd grown two heads. 
"Yes, that's it. Is there supposed to be more?" 
Good god, these guys are total babies. 
You sigh and shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. Though you do have to fix this, so you get up walk over to the guest room and knock on the door lightly. 
Boromir is the person to answer the door, and when he sees you standing there he offers a smile, "Oh, hello Y/N." 
"Yes, hi. Is Pippin in there?" You question, standing up on your toes to look over his shoulder into the room. 
"This is about their argument." He states, not answering your question. 
"It is. Tell him to come here." 
He nods and turns his head, "Pippin, will you join us for a moment?" 
Said hobbit sits up from underneath his pile of blankets and looks over at the two of you wearily, but gets up and walks over regardless. "Yes? What is it?" He inquires, looking up between you and Boromir a couple of times. 
You take a step back and ask quietly so as to not disturb the others, "Why won't you talk to Merry?" 
"Because he ruined my food." He replies curtly, looking up at you with a frown on his face. "Did he send you here to convince me to talk to him again?" 
Yikes, he got you. "Maybe he did." 
"Well tell him I'm not interested." 
"Pippin, come now calm down. Surely Merry hasn't made you that angry." Boromir cuts in, placing his hand down on his shoulder. 
"Can't the two of you try and see this from my perspective?" 
A moment of silence passes by before you slowly crouch down in sync with Boromir. 
"Oh, it is different down here." You comment as a smile begins to creep on your face. 
Pippin doesn't say anything or react right away before he turns and goes back to his makeshift bed and crawls under the covers. 
You stand up normally again and look up at Boromir who also stands to his full height once more, "I think that may have been a mistake." 
"Undoubtedly so." 
You laugh lightly and then step out of the doorway. "I'll go break the news to Merry then, good night." And with that, you walk off down the hallway again and rejoin Merry in the living room. 
When you walk in he looks up and smiles with hope shining in his eyes. 
Poor dear. 
"Well?" He asks, standing up from his spot on the couch. 
"So, I talked to Pippin..." 
"And?"
"Now he's not talking to me or Boromir." 
His eyes go wide and he looks truly shocked. "What!? What did you do?" 
"Well he asked us to see things from his perspective and so we both crouched down to your height and it seemed he didn't quite like that." 
It's silent for about 10 seconds before he slowly continues, "So he's now not speaking to me, you,  or  Boromir? Because you couldn't keep yourself from making a short joke?" 
"That sounds about right." You nod along, plopping back down on the couch. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."
"The messenger wasn't supposed to tease him more! He probably thinks I sent you to do that!" He complains, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. 
"Then maybe you shouldn't have messed up his food. You know how much he loves it." A rational argument on your end if you do say so yourself. It's true after all. You should be allowed to make short jokes if you want to damn it, and no cousinly spat is going to prevent you from doing just that. And let's be real, getting one of the tall dudes in on it only made it so much more awesome. 
"I suppose that's fair..." 
You nod your head and then pull your computer back into your lap, then say a bit softer, "You should just talk to him and tell him how sorry you are. He's your cousin- he loves you and won't let something silly like this split you up. I'm sure he's only trying to see how long you'll last before going crazy, anyways." 
"Yes... That is something he would do." 
"Mhm. There's no way he's actually mad at you, so go talk to him." You reach out a hand and pat his shoulder gently, a smile upturning the corners of your lips. 
He smiles vibrantly, reaching up to pat your hand on his shoulder lightly, "Thank you!" 
"My pleasure." 
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idjitlili · 4 years ago
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Legolas x reader
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Imagine distracting the enemy with your twerking that wasn’t twerking because you can’t twerk. So it’s just you facing away from the enemy, gripping above your knees hunched over, pushing your bum in the air, like you were skiing.
Damn after the twerking bit , it gets bad, but let me know what you think.
Word count:1844
You were apart of the fellowship , Boromir had died days ago. You , Aragorn, gimil, and legolas were looking for merry and
pippin ,Who were kidnapped. So you all were tracking the hobbits. Legolas had already said “they are taking the hobbits to Isengard. “ in which you continued on your search.
That was until you spotted a group of riders, you assumed the others you would be fine distracting them, even though it wasn’t necessary at all. Legolas was very reluctant to let you go , but you just skipped off in response.
So here you were , in the middle of this open land, hands above your knees , hunched over, butt sticking up. You moved your butt in the air , in such a motion , it looking liked you were skiing not twerking.
Legolas , Gimil, Aragorn sat behind a bush watching you in confusion, while you moved your ass like a train.
Legolas furrowed his eyebrows ,”what is she doing?” He was more that confused.
“It seems she is trying to seduce the riders with a dance.” Aragorn was even confused by what he had just said, you weren’t from this world if you hadn’t guessed, well you should know. Dumbass.
“Is this a human courting ritual , Aragorn?” Gimil asked , smirking at legolas.
“Not of one I have heard of.”
“We cannot let her be on her own., who knows what they will do to her, after seeing something so suggestive.” Legolas Spoke angrily , before leaping towards you. You didn’t hear legolas charge towards you but you heard Gimil and Aragorn , you turned your head to look at them confused. Still attempting to twerk, then you suddenly the riders had surrounded you all.
Legolas pulled you up, Turning you around,”so much for you goes sneaking past while I distracted them.” You whispered only to earn a jab in the side from legolas’ elbow. You yelp out, at the contact.
You look up to see a man with dirty blond hair, get off his horse, a pull off his helmet to reveal his handsome face. “What brings an man, an elf , a dwarf and a women into land of Rohan..” he spoke sharply (I changed the lines sorry)
You harshly jab legolas back with your elbow, making him hiss. He looks down at you with a glare leaning down slightly,”what?” He whispers annoyed ,”that man is pretty.” You whisper into his ear. He scoffs at you straightening his back.
They go back to talking , then legolas threatens, the pretty man known as Elmer, Eomers eyes linger on you. “Miss, what was with that dance you were doing?” He questioned you.
You push your posture up, smirking at the man, “well pretty boy, I thought you and your dudes were evil ,so I was trying to distract you so my friends could find our hobbits.” A smile appeared on the mans lips “so you were willing to give your life to help find your friends , that is very noble miss..”
“Y/n, I also just thought it would be fun to shake my ass on in the open space..” , Eomer smirked at you , legolas glared at the man with stone.
“As you must ,miss y/n, it was very nice to make acquaintance with such a women, i hope that’s elf treats you right.” You face dropped, he thought you were with legolas, you looked down seeing that legolas had his arm tightly around your waist protectively. Damn bro, he smirked at Eomers words.
“Uh sir, we aren-“ legolas cut you off almost immediately “I will be sure too.” Even Gimils face was flashed with shock, Aragorn knew legolas had a huge crush on you, he simply smirked. Eomers had left shortly after leaving you two horses, you were mad.
You got on the horse behind Aragorn , too angry to be near legolas. You hoped Gimil would fall on Legolas cracking his rib. You wrapped your arms around Aragorns waist holding on for dear life.
“Fucking asshole, that blond dude was totally into my ass , I could’ve gotten laid bro, what fuck legolas.” You muttered , Aragorn heard your words chuckling, we all be began to ride in search of the hobbits.
***
There was a party in celebration of something you think it was wining the battle at helms deep but you don’t even remember clearly it was, all you know is Gimli passed out drunk.
You were drunk, you shouldn’t have worry a vest to this , the straps falling down your shoulders , revealing a little more than you would wish to reveals to strangers if you were sober.
“M-miss can I get another pin please?” You slurred slightly , she nodded her head , retrieving it and placing it infront of you.
“I think you have had enough.” Legolas spoke up trying to take away the pint from you, you simply took it from him chugging it.
“Fuck you ,you suck.” You angrily growled at legolas.
“Why?” He spoke with a low volume and hurt in his tone of voice.
“Because you ruined my chancees to get laiddd, I am real sick of being a virgin.” You glared at the Prince before walking to Eomer who sat at the bar. Legolas was heartbroken, you bitch, his mouth gapped open in shock.
You sat next to Eomer, he could 99% see down your shirt, but you didn’t even care. “Hey blonde.” You spoke towards Eomer who turned from his drinking looking at the state of your clothes , he pulled up the straps on to your bare shoulders.
“Y/n. Hello, you must make sure your straps stay up, there are a lot of dirty men around, your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy seeing them eyeing you up.” He replied concerned, he could see you were more than smashed drunk.
“Thankssss but Legolas isn’t my boyfrienddddd.” You slurred. He raised an eyebrow at you “why did he say he was then?”
“Because he like to destroy anyyy chances I have, and I hate him.” You growled at the thought of legolas. What the fuck was wrong with you, you stupid asshole , whoring around with your breasts out. What the fuck.
“Maybe he say it because he likes you, and doesn’t want you to be with anyone else but him.” Eomer shifted in his seat to ltalk to you more clearly, you look at him with confusion you had never thought about that before. You thought legolas was very handsome but he always was bitchy or protective over you, you didn’t know why. You were a bit obvious, you sobered up a little.
“How do you know that is true? That he is jealous of an man that even talks to me?” You question sincerely.
“Well he looks pretty sad right now, he keeps looking at you what did you say to him?” He glances over to legolas as do you , legolas sat swishing his drink around his cup, with a frown.
“I said he ruins my chances to get laid , and I am fed up being a virgin or something.” Shock was read on Eomers face, “god miss y/n, that tough on the lad. Anyways I’ll try help you clear him up okay?”
“How?”
“Dance with me?” You looked up with wide eyes as Eomer stood up , offering your his hand you took, he guides you to the dance floor., making sure you don’t fall.
The music changes to fast pace song, meaning you spend the next few minutes being lift into the air , spun around, and dipped. Eomer was a hella good dancer , it made the alcohol want to come back your throat and onto the floor. He was a really gentle man, he made sure your lose vest stayed up the whole time, he was very caring. You knew someone was starring at you, and you knew that was legolas.
After the dance you thanked Eomer , he wished you luck with the elven Prince , you pressed a kiss on Eomers cheek, he smiled , sorting your vest one last time. He left and walked towards his sister, you stubbled over to your friends.
“Heyyyy guys.” You waved, Aragorn smiled , Gimli was still passed out and legolas face was scrunched up in anger. Before Aragorn could say anything Legolas stood up marching towards you, “what were you doing?!” He shouted, grabbing your upper arm dragging you outside. The cold air hitting into your bare chest and arms, legolas let go of your arm, once you got further away from the bar. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try keep warm.
“I didn’t mean to upset you , legolas.” You whispered shamefully to the elf , you really didn’t mean to be so harsh to him.
“ you did more than that.” He answered eyeing your whimpering form.
“Legolas you have to understand, we aren’t together , I can talk to anyone I like.” You spoke , looking into his eyes, his cold eyes. He stood motionless in his spot, you had never seen an elf cry, you were afraid you were about to. Instead he walked off in the direction of the of where we were staying. You ran after him grabbing his wrist , making him turn to look at you , his eyes showing pain.
You looked up into his ocean that laid upon his eyes, your eyes red and watering. “Please talk to me. Please.” You begged the elf, his face full of sorrow he never intended to upset you. “ why did you have to dance all over those men,y/n?” His voice cracked, damn bro aren’t elves supposed to be smooth, stfu y/n.
“Because of you.” You replied still clutching his hand, he pulled his hand out of yours . He pulled his cloak off placing it over your shivering form.”why me?”he was beyond confused at this point he was obviously too, you were perfect for eachother. “Eomer told me you liked me,he was trying to help me make you jealous... because I like you princess.” His face brightened,” really?” You nodded in agreement. He leans down and pressed his soft lips to yours, passionately. You pull back for air.
“You know you showed a bunch of old men your breasts.” Legolas commented annoyed.
“You are old. It was an accident dude.Do you want to see them too or something?” You smirked at him he gasped at being called old.
“ I would,but you just did.” He chuckles, you look to see your shirt secure. You gasp “ OI. Not funny.”
“I love you y/n” Legolas cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly.
“I love you too legolas.” He pressed his lips to yours again before grabbing your hand walking back to where you all were sleeping.
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inawickedlittletown · 4 years ago
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I’m With You (15/?)
Summary:
Having a crush was nothing to be ashamed of
lying to the family and friends of said crush about being the guy’s boyfriend, that was a whole other problem. When Buck saves the life of Andrew Diaz and accidentally makes a nurse think that he’s Andrew’s boyfriend, Buck soon finds himself lying to Andrew’s firefighter friends/coworkers as well as Andrew’s family including Andrew’s very suspicious and attractive brother, Eddie.
Based on the 1995 movie While You Were Sleeping.
Words: 3,384
Notes: This chapter was originally over 6k long, so during editing when I found a particularly good stopping point I decided to cut it into two. That also meant that i could post this today and not once I finish editing the rest of what used to be this chapter. So, here we are. Enjoy.  
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The first person to call Buck’s new phone was Hen and he agreed to meet with her for coffee after he left the hospital because she insisted that they go and because Chimney had overheard the conversation on her end, he invited himself too. For good measure, Buck had gone ahead and invited Josh along. 
“I just wanted to see how you were doing,” Hen said. “Christopher getting hurt on your watch must have felt horrible.” 
“It did,” Buck admitted. And it was still bothering him a little. He knew logically it wasn’t his fault, but Christopher had been crying and whimpering in pain and Buck should have been able to protect him from it. Seeing him and how well he was handling his healing wrist had made Buck feel a little better. 
“What happened?” Josh asked. 
Buck explained with Hen piping in. 
“It was just a sprained wrist,” Chimney said. “Very minor, right Hen?” 
She nodded. “And things like that can happen at any time, especially with kids with CP. It’s really not your fault, Buck.” 
“I know,” Buck said. Eddie didn’t even blame him for it. “It still sucked.” 
Hen pat his hand on the table. “I know. I remember the first time Denny got hurt — I don’t know who was crying more, Denny or Karen.” 
Chimney and Buck grinned at each other and Josh laughed. Some of the weight from what happened to Christopher fell away as Hen started asking Josh questions about dispatch and Josh had plenty of stories. 
Eventually, the topic switched over to Andrew. 
“I stopped by last night,” Josh said. “He’s getting discharged tomorrow, right?” 
Buck nodded. He didn’t want to think about it too much. When Eddie had told him while they were visiting Andrew, Buck had tried not to show how panicked it made him to hear it. It was just that so far things had been a little strange. Andrew had to know Buck wasn’t his boyfriend...or if he didn’t know, he likely suspected something, and yet he wasn’t questioning anything and instead acting like Buck was his boyfriend. It was strange. 
Josh met his eyes and there was a question there about what was happening that Buck couldn’t answer.
“That’s good, then,” Josh said. “He’ll be back to normal in no time.” 
“Yeah,” Buck said. Everything would go back to normal. Including how much Buck didn’t belong. 
“We should throw him a welcome party,” Hen said. “I don’t want to overstep, Buck, but it’d be nice to get everyone together to welcome him home. Think it’s alright to do at his place?”
Chim looked like he was having too much fun with that going by the way he wiggled his eyebrows at Buck. Josh coughed to hide his amusement and it was lucky that Hen didn’t realize what they were on about. 
“Uh, that sounds like a good idea,” Buck said. 
“Good, good,” Hen said and then she started to plan. 
“She loves a good welcome back party,” Chimney explained. “In our line of work there’s always someone out for an injury. And I’m sure we’ll have another party when he gets back to work.” 
Hen nodded with a small smile. 
Buck was struck yet again by how much love there was among these people whose lives he’d shoved himself into. Something about it must have shown on his face because Josh nudged him. 
“Okay?” he mouthed at him. 
Buck nodded. Hen was talking about picking up a cake and Chimney was texting and presumably inviting anyone that should be at a welcome home party for Andrew. 
“Eddie says he won’t be discharged until sometime tomorrow and he can stall bringing him to the house for a little while if we need him to,” Hen said. “Good thing we’re not on shift tomorrow.”
“And look at that, neither am I,” Josh said. 
They looked to Buck. “Working early in the morning,” he said and it wasn’t something he could miss after the day of work that he’d already missed this week. 
“And we have to clean up the place a bit?” Hen asked, looking at Buck. 
“I did a bit of cleaning yesterday when I stopped by to feed Legolas but it’s still a bit of a mess after the earthquake.” 
“Okay,” Hen said. “So we’ll have to get there early to set up.” 
Buck nodded along and as all the details were ironed out, he tried to figure out if maybe this party might end up being the perfect time for him to come clean. They would all be there and he could explain the whole thing. And then when it was all over he could walk away and maybe things wouldn’t be that bad. If Buck mentally prepared himself for it, then it would be okay even if it hurt. It was definitely going to hurt. 
Josh hung back after Hen and Chimney headed off. “So, what is going on? Like, the truth?” 
“I have no idea. He doesn’t remember everything yet so I’m pretty sure he just thinks he’s forgotten me. The whole thing is messed up but I have to tell him, right? I can’t let him keep trying to remember me when he won’t be able to? I just haven’t been alone with him since that one day when he was pushing me to become a firefighter and I don’t even know what to make of that. I just — this is so weird.” 
Josh pulled him into a hug. “Everything will be okay, Buck. Even if it blows up in your face. I’ll still be your friend.” 
“Thanks,” Buck said and he meant it because he needed to know that he wouldn’t lose everyone.
“And I don’t think you’ll lose everyone either after it all comes out,” Josh said. 
Buck didn’t agree, but he didn’t feel like arguing that point. 
He and Josh parted ways and Buck headed towards his Jeep.
—-
Eddie went on his own to pick Andrew up from the hospital because everyone else including Abuela and Pepa were at Andrew’s house for the surprise welcome home party. When he arrived at the hospital room, Andrew hadn’t been discharged yet. 
“Waiting on the doctor,” Andrew explained. 
So Eddie sat down. “And how are you doing? Remembering more?” 
“A bit,” Andrew said and then after a short moment, “quite a bit.” 
“The dog? Buck?” Eddie asked at once and maybe he was a little too eager. 
Andrew chuckled. “I don’t even like Lord of the Rings, Eddie. I have no idea whose dog that is.” 
“I thought you liked the movies. Wait, you used to read the books when we were kids...and I remember a very long rant about The Hobbit movies”
Andrew just blinked at him. “I don’t remember everything,” he said with a shrug. “But, I remembered your ex. Christopher’s mother.” 
“You don’t remember your own boyfriend, but you remember her,” Eddie said incredulously. 
Andrew chuckled. “He’s great, though, isn’t he? Buck. I really like him. I haven’t gotten to spend too much time alone with him, but as far as I can tell he’s a pretty great guy and I wouldn’t be here without him, would I? I was actually trying to push him into joining the LAFD. I think it would be a great fit for him, wouldn’t you?”
Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I guess it would be.” 
“And he’s nice to look at, isn’t he? Really well fit, I’ve been meaning to ask him about his workout routine. Everyone seems to like him. I kind of get it, I guess, even if I don’t remember. Mom and dad seem to like him more than your ex.”
It wasn’t surprising that Andrew liked Buck. Somewhere deep down, Andrew probably did remember how he felt about Buck — his attraction to Buck. And that made Eddie’s jaw clench a little and make him want to snap at Andrew. Mostly it also made Eddie a horrible person and a horrible brother. He had no claim on Buck. He had no right to be upset about the way that Andrew talked about Buck. 
“Anyway, I don’t remember him, but what I know of him now I like. Did you know he lived in South America for a while? He didn’t say where but I think it’s so cool that he did his own thing and just went where he wanted to. I admire him for it.”
Eddie couldn’t remember if he’d known that about Buck or not. 
“And considering the coffee he makes, I can only imagine how good he is at mixing drinks,” Andrew said and he looked thoughtful for a moment. “Also, I keep meaning to ask if that’s a scar on his eyebrow or something else. I can’t remember, obviously, but it suits him, don’t you think?” 
Eddie tampered down the possessive monster inside of him that wanted nothing more than to stop Andrew from continuing to talk about Buck as if he actually knew him and as if he liked him or felt more for him even though of course Andrew felt that way about Buck. They were dating. Eddie was just...he was stupid enough to not have good control over his feelings. 
“It’s a birthmark, I think,” Eddie said and tried to be nonchalant.
“Must be why it fits him so well,” Andrew said with a decisive nod. 
Eddie wanted the doctor to get there and discharge Andrew already. He checked his phone. Hen was giving him the okay to bring Andrew home. Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if Buck would stick around at Andrew’s place, if he was looking forward to having him out of the hospital. Eddie had to push those thoughts away. 
“Have you spoken to mom and dad?” Eddie asked, making the effort to change the subject. 
“Yes,” Andrew said. “Got my phone charged so I got caught up on a few things and called them. She’s been texting me practically every hour.” 
“That’s mom,” Eddie said. “She worries.” 
“Yeah, I got that.” 
It was another twenty minutes before a doctor finally appeared with the discharge papers and instructions to do with the headaches that Andrew was still having. He had some meds to take for the pain, but he was essentially in good health other than the memory loss. 
“Finally,” Andrew said when they were out of the hospital and walking to Eddie’s car.
Weirdly as much as Eddie was glad that his brother was finally out of the hospital and okay, he also hated him a little. Eddie was cognizant of himself enough to realize that at least some of that was to do with Buck and the feelings that sat on his chest and didn’t seem keen on leaving. 
“I remember your car,” Andrew said somewhat cheerily. “And I drive—” he took a moment to think about it. 
The same moment in which Eddie had to wonder about why none of them had thought to think of Andrew’s car. Eddie should have been the one to think about that and maybe he would have if the hospital had given him Andrew’s things. And actually, come to think of it, Buck hadn’t given them Andrew’s keys even though he was probably the one that had them. 
“I drive a Jeep,” Andrew said. 
Until Andrew said it, Eddie hadn’t even thought about how Buck and Andrew drove the same type of car. Maybe it was yet another thing that had bonded them. Seeing all those connections, the way that Andrew didn’t remember Buck but already seemed entirely fond of him, it made him want to scream. 
“You do,” Eddie said but refrained from telling him that his car had probably been towed in the unlikely event that it wasn’t still wherever Andrew had parked it. 
—-
So maybe Andrew was messing with Eddie a little. It was just that Andrew wanted to know for sure if what he’d seen on Eddie the other day was more than admiration for Buck but something deeper. And from the way that Eddie seemed to be both a bit quieter and a bit stiff that he was in his head about something. Likely Buck. 
It was interesting. A bit ironic in a way, too, and Andrew had figured out how he was going to punish Buck for what he’d done. If it messed with his brother a bit too, well, that was just a nice side effect. 
The drive over to his house was a little familiar and then when Eddie parked, he knew which house was his. Slowly things filled themselves into his head. It was weird the way that things would just fit into place and he knew them. Maybe, it was going to be the same once he saw the dog. Legolas. His phone had given him next to no information about the dog. Andrew didn’t even have pictures of him.
“Familiar?” Eddie asked. 
“Yeah,” Andrew said. “It’s home.”
As the words left his mouth, though, they didn’t feel true and Andrew didn’t know what to make of that because this was his home.  
“My car isn’t here,” Andrew said when he paused at the bottom of the steps. 
Eddie grimaced. “About that,” he said. “We, um, we forgot about it.” 
“You forgot about it,” Andrew said. 
“Look, I will take care of everything. I think Pepa assumed Buck would have done it but we were all a bit distracted with you in a coma and everything. But I’ll figure all of that out tomorrow.” 
Andrew couldn’t even really be mad. It was the whole Buck problem rearing its head again. 
They walked up the steps and Andrew noticed that there were a few cracks on the concrete that he knew hadn’t been there before. And when Eddie opened the door, it didn’t glide in like usual. Andrew barely had time to focus on that though because the last thing Andrew expected was to step inside and have everyone yell “Surprise!” 
—-
Christopher still had a bandage around his wrist and it was a reminder to Buck of what he’d allowed to happen even if no one else blamed him for it. Not even Christopher who had hugged Buck when he first arrived at Andrew’s house with Isabel and Pepa and then followed him around and tried to help him with whatever Buck was doing. 
Isabel had recently been in the hospital too after a bad fall, but she was doing fine and she’d only gone because she hadn’t been able to get up on her own and she thought she might have injured her hip but she’d had her phone close by and managed a call to 9-1-1. Mostly, Pepa was keeping her seated and comfortable because the fall had left her bruised up. It made Buck hesitate on wanting to tell everyone the truth, but then again most things made him rethink it and too much time had passed. Buck needed to tell them. 
“You look like you’re worrying about something,” Josh said. 
“I’m telling them,” Buck said. “Today.” 
Josh raised an eyebrow at him and pat his shoulder. “Things have been going so well lately, do you really want to just blow that up?” 
“Andrew is going to remember everything any day now. Him coming home is just going to make that process even faster and then what?”
Josh sighed. “Look, there’s things you don’t—”
“Josh, I can’t keep lying,” Buck said. “It’s too...it’s different now that he’s awake. This has gone on way too long.”
“Yeah, I get that, but maybe wait a little longer or I don’t know, have you considered talking to Andrew and explaining.” 
The idea of talking to Andrew about it first had merit, but Buck just didn’t know if would be possible for Buck to do it during a party that meant that Andrew would likely be surrounded by people all the time. 
“Maybe,” Buck said. 
Hen was the one to get the text that Eddie and Andrew were on their way from the hospital which meant that the last minute details had to be worked out. 
“Is she like this at every party?” Buck asked. 
Athena chuckled. “Surprise parties, yes. Easier to go along with whatever she wants though.” 
Karen nodded in agreement. Buck took it in, the way that Athena smiled and the way that Karen nodded even while he eyes shone with pride and love for her wife. He was going to miss them. He was going to miss all of them. 
Legolas started barking when they heard Eddie and Andrew outside and Buck had to wonder if that was because the dog knew that his owner was home. When Eddie opened the door, everyone shouted “surprise!” and Andrew looked taken aback. 
“Seriously?” Andrew asked through a laugh. 
“We had to,” Hen said and she was the first one to rush over and hug him. 
Buck’s attention was on Legolas who did rush over but only sniffed at Andrew before jumping at Eddie who pet his head lightly before Legolas turned back to Andrew. It was curious. Legolas had been more excited to see Christopher when he first got to the house and if Buck was allowed to think it, the dog had been more excited to see him. But Andrew was his owner...his person and the dog was treating him just like anyone else. 
Eddie had said it a lot though, Andrew didn’t like dogs. Maybe Legolas could sense that. The whole it was getting more and more confusing. If Buck didn’t know any better that dog had insinuated himself into Andrew’s life just like Buck had. 
Andrew hugged Pepa and walked over to the couch to hug Isabel and then his eyes found Buck. Buck didn’t know what to do. Did he rush over and hug him or did he wait to see what Andrew would do. He decided to leave it up to Andrew. 
“Hey,” Andrew said. 
Buck felt like everyone was watching them. Tentatively, Buck moved towards Andrew. He smiled and went in for a quick hug, the kind that was awkward and unsure because Buck had no idea how familiar he was allowed to be. Andrew leaned into the hug, but he didn’t linger, pulling back and ending the hug quick as it had begun. 
“Really?” Hen asked. 
“What?” Buck said. 
“That hug was pathetic,” Hen said with a roll of her eyes. “It’s no wonder he doesn’t remember you if you can’t even hug him properly. Your boyfriend is home, Buck, you should be kissing him...I bet you haven’t even done that and he’s been awake for a while now.” There was judgement in her eyes at least instead of suspicion. 
Buck felt his cheeks go warm. He didn’t know what to say and over Andrew’s shoulder he met Chim’s eyes who looked like he found the whole thing hilarious and couldn’t wait to poke fun at the situation. No one else stepped forward to welcome Andrew home. 
“Uh, not doing that in front of all his family,” Buck said in a low tone. 
His eyes met Andrew’s and because they were still standing close enough, it didn’t take Andrew any effort at all to take Buck’s hand and pull him even closer. 
“What—”
Andrew made a show of rolling his eyes, he was smirking too in a strangely knowing way, the twists of his lips making it seem like he was accepting a challenge and then he drew Buck even closer and he kissed him. 
It was chaste, more of a peck than anything else and it lasted seconds and afterwards Andrew laughed and he threw an arm around Buck’s shoulders. Buck felt lost, like he had no idea what had just happened or why. The next few moments were a blur of standing close to Andrew who’s lips had felt fluffy and soft even while chapped, and who was still undeniably hot even after just getting out of the hospital. Kissing him was no hardship and a part of Buck — the part that still had a bit of a crush — wanted the kiss to last longer than it did. The trance was broken only once Andrew let him go and stepped back and then he was gone. 
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Notes: Sooo, did any of you expect things to go there? I just love Andrew sooo much and he was particularly fun to write in this chapter. Let me know what you all thought and thanks for reading. 
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meteor752 · 4 years ago
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Tilda in the fellowship AU
After finishing my Tilda Deep Dive I started thinking about how it would have gone if she did follow her brother to the council of Elrond, and if it would have affected anything. Enjoy
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So the beginning is simple, when she is offered to go to Rivendell she agrees because yay adventure.
But she goes all princessy, like with a circlet on her head, make-up, some long elven robe all that jazz.
And before the actual council she mostly wanders around trying to make it look like she fits in, before she sees Aragorn where she just squeals and hugs him tight because she’s a hugger.
So at the actual council, the moment the ring is brought forth, she’s just immediately going hell yes I’m doing this, while Legolas is viciously glaring at her because you’re not doing this.
She tries to argue back at him when everyone is arguing with each other, because one, the ring needs to be destroyed and she’s willing to do it and two, it’s a chance to get out of her family shadow.
But alas, a fucking Hobbit offers to do it, and she’s just making the most annoyed face in existence.
Until Aragorn offers to come along, and then Legolas, and Gimli, and she’s just over here like “Yeah I don’t have a unique weapon but if Princess here is going then I am as well.”
And then there’s also three more hobbits, two of which she grows fond of immediately.
When she went to get prepared and to get out of the elven robe, she was basically bouncing with excitement. Legolas tried his best to talk her out of it, but Tilda could be more stubborn than a dwarf if she desired to.
He told her to send a message to their da and ada to ask for permission to do this, She agreed, while in her head she was just saying fuck that, and did not do it.
Tilda had a spring to her step when the journey started, chatting happily with two of the hobbits, watching her brother talk quietly with Aragorn, grinning widely cause she knows what’s up.
It took her about a day, a day and a half, before she stopped walking and started climbing stuff, much to almost everyone’s confusion.
She said that it was to challenge herself and to get a better look at the surrounding terrain, but in reality she just wanted to feel tall as she was the shortest out of the “Tall Folk” as Merry and Pippin so nicely put it.
And it took maybe a week for her to make the connection that the Baggins she was traveling with and protecting was related to the Baggins that changed her and her people’s lives, so that was something.
But Tilda took quite the delight in the fact that both The Hobbits and Gimli had heard many stories of the reclaiming of Erebor, but she had actually been there unlike them.
(Well, if going by film canon then Legolas was there as well, which we are going to do mostly because then the Legolas Tilda first met was the dramatic edgy one with eyeliner, which she would just love to tell the others about).
When it came to Moria, Tilda was a little less smiling and bouncy, and more jumpy and uncomfortable. She’d after all known some of the dwarves whose corpses were scattered across the mine, and she’d never been one for darkness.
It was even worse when they came to Balin’s grave with Ori’s corpse just beside it, as she’d definitely known those two.
Now, before we continue, I just need y’all to know this; Tilda does not like Gandalf. She thinks he’s a bad person, she does not understand the obsession that so many elves have with him, and she thinks he should mind his own damn business. So she was just ready kick his ass when he started yelling at Pippin, like this bitch was ready. But she never got the chance, because they have a cave troll!
Tilda was out of her environment, she was in a too small of a space, and she had to make sure that the pretty incompetent hobbits were alright during the whole thing, so everything that was going through her mind in that fight was just a string of panicked curse words.
Glorofindel had told Tilda about Balrogs once in her youth during a visit to Rivendell, so she kinda knew what was up when a fire demon came out of nowhere, and she was a tiny bit excited.
Mostly because again, she likes fire.
But that does NOT MEAN, that she liked that Gandalf fucking died, because despite the fact that she dislikes him a lot he was honestly one of the few things holding the Fellowship together.
They still managed to keep going for a while, and Tilda managed to befriend Boromir out of all people during that period, and they bonded over their willingness to protect their people, and Tilda loved hearing Boromir talk proudly of his brother (While she talked shit about her own siblings).
At the arrival of Lothlórien, Tilda was just ready to lay down on something soft and take a fucking nap because she earned it god damnit. She did have time to say hi to her Gram Gram Galadriel though, who’s been her favorite babysitter as a child (And adult time some extent) and basically her grandma.
When it came to the little gift giving thingy, she was just happy with a new quiver of arrows, because she’d started to run out. They tried to offer her a new bow, but she’s very attached to her own and ain’t giving it up anytime soon.
While riding the boats, she was dramatically posing at the front the entire time, except for when it got too hot and she just jumped into the water and swam for a while, because when you spend your first years in a place called lake town you basically learn how to swim before you learn how to walk.
If you would ask Tilda what happened next, she would just shrug because she literally has no idea.
All she knew was that Boromir went to collect fire wood and that Frodo wandered off (Which he does like all the time, like Tilda wouldn’t be able to count on her fingers the amount of times someone had to go find him),and then suddenly Orcs attacked, Merry and Pippin were taken and Boromir was bleeding out in front of the remaining four.
And as the sister of the best healer in Middle Earth, Tilda did not hesitate to push Aragorn aside and start screaming out instructions, because this man is not dying on her watch.
It took her a few hours to stabilize the wound, and she had Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn running back and forth, giving her stuff like water and herbs, while she made Boromir talk the entire time just to make sure he wouldn’t pass out and possibly die.
But as soon as Boromir could stand on his feet without falling again, they took off to find Merry and Pippin, while Tilda was praying that Boromir’s wounds wouldn’t open before they got to a real healer.
Tilda was more than okay about running for three days straight, but she did made sure they took a few breaks for the sake of Boromir, and she hated it every time because it made her feel a lot like Sigrid.
Tilda got an uneasy feeling the moment they entered Rohan, especially when they ran into fucking Éomer, who she was just glaring daggers at, and it only got worse when he informed them that he’d fucking slaughtered the hobbits, like both Tilda and Boromir had to be held back.
But the news of their possible survival made Tilda go yay, especially when they got to enter Fangor forest, which was just a delight, and she basically prayed to herself that she would got to meet an Ent.
Instead, she met Gandalf, who’s back now.
She doesn’t really know how to feel about that, because on one hand it’s Gandalf who’s really powerful and is a great deal of help, and on the other hand it’s Gandalf who’s just the fucking worst.
And then he takes them to meet King ThĂ©oden, and Tilda just keeps thinking that that day really can’t get any worse.
While Tilda only dislikes Gandalf, she fucking hates Théoden. She met him earlier in her life when he was still young, and he immediately gave her a bad vibe. So Tilda was salty towards him, and he was rude back, and this gal is petty so she still hates him, and his whole family.
Actually scratch that, his niece is both pretty and powerful, she respects her.
As soon as Sauroman is banished from the king’s mind, Tilda drags Bormir to a healer before anything else so his wounds could be properly cared for, just to get that off her mind.
She sent a whistle to Aloe, mostly because she missed him and ïżŒthey weren’t moving around all the time anymore, before joining Legolas and the rest in the throne room with ThĂ©oden.
Until the escape to Helm’s deep, Tilda is just kinda vibing. She avoids ThĂ©oden the best that she can, she chills with her brother and Gimli, Aloe arrived just barely a day after so that was nice.
It’s mostly when it’s announced that they will escape that she starts to get engaged again, because just call for help for Valars sake it isn’t that hard, stop letting your pride get in your way.
And then Aragorn fucking dies on the way, and Legolas is over there getting depressed while Boromir is having a bit of a panic attack, so everything is just a mess, and she wasn’t okay either because that was her ‘We we’re both raised as humans in an elven society also we like hugs’ buddy.
But she had to be the stable one for once, mostly because she had two people falling apart on her and Gimli was not the best when it came to feelings. Actually, she wasn’t either, so everyone was just stressing out.
Until Aragon arrived not too soon after, in which she first gave him a real fucking punch because how dare you, and then she hugged him because she’s just glad that he’s back.
So is Legolas.
And Èowyn, because she ain’t slick Tilda saw the looks she were giving her, and she laid it all out in front of her because those two had been giving each other “The Look” for all of the sixty years she’d known them, and it was better to just rip the band aid off.
Èowyn took it pretty okay.
Tilda was even more heated with ThĂ©oden when they’d arrived, because fucking damnit just call for aid, to you want me to message my ada? He’d surely help!
When Èowyn told her that she was not allowed to fight, she just said fuck that and encouraged her to do it anyways, because males are idiots sometimes.
So she did.
And while Legolas and Gimli had their little competition, Tilda, Èowyn, and Boromir were on the other side of the battle just kicking ass.
The scream of joy that escaped Èowyn’s mouth when she saw her brother almost made Tilda go deaf (That’s what happened if you ask her anyway), while she only smiled a little to herself because enforcements, yay, but by Éomer and Gandalf, fuck no.
After the battle was over, Tilda had a real talk with Aragorn about her brother, because Legolas literally fell apart when he thought that he’d died, and they both nearly died once more, so please just get it on already.
Tilda was really proud of Èowyn when she stood her ground against her uncles anger for participating in the battle, and yes they did fuck when they got back to Rohan.
Tilda had a great time just vibing with a pint of ale and watching the hobbits dance around, but she was pretty much immune to normal human ale at this point after growing up with the The Wine King, and also because she was no lightweight.
And then she fucked Èowyn again.
Until she felt a deep darkness around from somewhere, and she just rushed to get her clothes on to check it out.
What she found was Pippin getting yelled at by Gandalf while Aragorn was quite weakened and had to lean on Legolas for support.
So once again something big happened but Tilda had no idea what it was.
And then suddenly Gandalf was leaving with Pippin for Minas Tirith and Boromir is arguing about him coming with despite Gandalf’s refusal, and Merry was just sad and stuff and once again, Tilda had no idea what was going on.
Except that Gondor was in danger and Théoden refused to help, so yeah she was all about arguing with him because of that, and with arguing I mean she yelled at him for a bit, walked away to cool off before coming back just to start yelling again.
Aloe was basically the only thing keeping her sane because she was really fed up with everyone else, so she just spent a lot of time in the stable with her elk.
The moment that “Gondor called for aid”, Tilda just threw her arms up in the air all “FINALLY”, while also trying to calm Boromir down who was worried about his land and his brother.
She sent Aloe off with a message for her sister, and then rode on a normal horse with a fucking saddle which was uncomfortable as hell.
When they stopped at the mountain pass, Tilda was delighted when Aloe find his way to her, but less delighted when she heard her full name screamed across the camp from a very familiar and annoying voice.
Sigrid yelled at her for almost twenty minutes of how ‘irresponsible it was’, and how ‘She risked her life for the sake of adventure’ and how ‘Da and Thranduil are so worried about you’, which also angers Legolas a bit since she lied to him, and it’s all a mess.
But it’s nice to meet Bain again, whom she introduces to Boromir and Aragorn and the three get talking on sword stuff, she doesn’t really care.
And she gets a chance of talking with Sigrid, and apologizes for worrying her while she apologizes for yelling, and they both are cool.
Overall Tilda has it pretty chill that night, mostly just checking over all of her arrows while humming on a tune, until Legolas notices that Aragorn is packing up his stuff and all four of them are just welp I guess we’re doing this now.
Tilda just hates the feeling of the mountain, and she has an insanely tight grip on the fur of Aloe while just trying to calm the uneasy feeling, while listening to the other’s talking about its history. Still, she can’t help but read out the best climbing routes of the place.
Aloe is the only one of the riding animals that doesn’t run away at the entrance to the path of the dead, which she was rather smug about, and with him by her side she was a bit more comfortable with entering.
She was not alright with the fucking ghosts however, like fuck that what the fuck take me the fuck out of here hell nah bro.
It was fun entering the battle of the Pelennor fields riding her trusted elk surrounded by her friends and an army of spirits, like that was dope.
They were all alright after the battle, Tilda met Pippin again after being away from him for a few days, and Tilda reassured him that Merry would be alright, that she’d seen so much weaker people battle so much worse pain.
She briefly got to meet Boromir’s little brother Faramir that she’d heard so much about, and got to know that their father had tried to burn him alive and were corrently locked in the dungeon, and a pretty angry Tilda had to calm down a down right furious Boromir.
She learned of ThĂ©oden’s death, and was pretty satisfied by it, though in private as both Èowyn and Èomer were devestated.
The battle of the black gate is just filled with happy tears and cheers as its over, because the war is over, the ring is destroyed, they had won.
Tilda finds all three of her siblings after it and hug them all tightly, because they all are okay and all made it out, and she was just so gosh darn happy.
When Frodo and Sam are brought to Minas Tirith, bruised, bleeding, and so skinny, Tilda almost cries. Almost. Because such pure creatures should not have to go through what those two did, and she knows that permanent scars will be left of the journey.
Aragorn is crowned king, and Tilda smiled so brightly as she could, proud of what the boy she fell on after jumping on the wrong branch had become.
He finds Legolas in the crowd, and they smile softly at each other before kissing each other, and no one can ignore the shout of “FINALLY” that escaped Tilda’s mouth, because she’d been waiting for that for almost sisxty years god dammnit.
Before leaving Gondor for Mirkwood, she showers the hobbits with as much affection and hugs that she can, because all four of them deserve it.
She says goodbye to the fellowship, to the friends that she would never forget and the people she would visit so often, and leaves on Aloe with Legolas, to return home.
Both Bard and Thranduil are both happy and very angry when she returns, and she argues back boldly against them, because they can’t expect her to stay in Mirkwood after being away for thirteen months.
So instead of sneaking off, she is let go and leaves with Aloe, a bright smile on her face.
She still has nightmares of the journey. Of Boromir dying in her hands, of seeing Merry and Pippin’s burnt bodies in the pile of orc, of Aragorn never returning from the fall and Legolas’ light fading away, of Frodo and Sam being brought back by the eagles, so scarred and broken, an image she never gets out of her head.
She cuts her hair into a single braid going down her back, she gets tattoos dedicated to the fellowship, she finds happiness in travelling peacefully across middle earth.
She gets an invitation to her brother’s wedding, and she arrives in Gondor with the biggest smile on her face, embracing the fellowship.
Tilda gets put in charge of the music of the wedding, and as she plays softly on her lute with her voice calmly echoing throughout the room as Legolas and Aragorn dances, she can’t help but she’d a few tears as she’s been waiting on this for so long and she’s just so happy for them.
It’s a lot less tears and a lot more laughter at Frodo and Sam’s wedding, as hobbits really do know how to party and she’s just having a blast being one of the tallest.
But then the request to kill that god forsaken Forest Dragon comes along, and she just can’t say no.
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So apparently if Tilda joined the fellowship Boromir would have survived?? 😅
I just thought about this whole thing, and I knew that she would not have someone bleed out when she could’ve done something.
The reason Denethor is alive and not burned is because since Boromir survived, he wouldn’t go full on crazy, and also I want him to face his actions.
This last part just became a bunch of fluff, but my last post was just consisting of mentally torturing this gal, so I wanted to give her a break.
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whitneyyy369 · 6 years ago
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Hello! If possible can I request a Legolas x reader (Legolas from the Lord of the rings) smut were the reader is super badass but is super shy around Legolas? If not thank you anywaysâ˜ș
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“...Y/N, are you evening listening?” Eowyn asked.
“Huh?” You asked as you turned towards her. A blush settled on your cheeks when you noticed her smirk.
“I asked if you wanted to come along to get something to drink with me, but obviously your mind is elsewhere focusing on a certain blonde elf.”
“Shhhh! Don’t you know elf’s have excellent hearing?” You questioned while crossing your arm and turning away with a pout.
“Come on Y/N I’m sure he didn’t even hear me over the sound of everyone here,” Eowyn laughed.
You nervously glanced over to see if Legolas was looking your way. To your relief and dismay he wasn’t. He seemed focused talking to Aragorn. They both looked relaxed now that the battle at Helms Deep was over.
“Okay, whatever, just watch what you say,” you whispered, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Why does it matter?” Eowyn questioned, “Haven’t you noticed the way he watches you?”
“What are you talking about?” You asked cocking your head to the side “He only looks at me as a friend.”
“That’s what you think, my friend, but I’ve noticed how he looks at you. After Helms Deep he watched you like a hawk. He wouldn’t leave your side, he kept checking for wounds and injuries.”Eowyn said excitedly.
“That’s what friends do!”
“Whatever let’s just get something to drink, and maybe something to eat, I’m famished,” Eowyn said giving up as she patted her stomach.
Your own stomach growled slightly at the mention of food.
“I could go for something to eat as well.”
Eowyn and yourself walked over to grab some bread.
“Do you want some ale Y/N?” Eowyn asked holding a cup out to you.
“No thank you, maybe later, for now I’d prefer having a clear mind,” you winked.
Eowyn giggles as she took a swift drink.
You took a bite of the bread and let a soft groan at the taste.
“This is soooo good.”
Eowyn elbowed you swiftly and nodded her head to the left. You looked over and noticed Legolas walking over, a small smile graced his beautiful face.
“Hello Y/N,” Legolas chirped.
“H-hey,” You said.
“I’m gotta, uh go to talk to my uncle,” Eowyn said as she backed away.
You sent a panicked look over to her, but Eowyn continued to walk away.
“How are you enjoying the party Mellen?” Legolas asked, his eyes gleamed under the fire light.
“It’s good! The breads really good, you should try it.” You rambled, while a blush settled on your cheeks.
Legolas leaned against a post next to him, “Is that so?”
You nodded faster, “Um yes.”
“Then I will have to defiantly give it a try,” he teased.
You let out a nervous laugh.
“What about you Legolas, how are you enjoying the party?” You asked.
He grimaced slightly, “It’s a bit loud.”
“Oh!” You exclaimed, “I forgot about you ears.”
“Yes they can be a bit troublesome in these kinds of settings.”
You felt a surge of confidence rush through you, as a thought crossed your head.
“You wanna go for a walk?” You asked, “Somewhere that’s not so loud?”
A look of shock crossed Legolas face.
“Unless you don’t want to, I’m not forcing you to go-“ you started rambling.
“No, no Y/N, I would very much enjoy that,” Legolas smiled brightly.
Without thought you reached over to grab Legolas hand to drag him out to the small pathway outside of the party. Once the sound of the party wasn’t so loud you released his hand, another blush covered your face. You both walked in silence.
“Are you nervous about everything going on?” You asked.
“Hmm, I suppose a bit,” Legolas replied softly.
“Me too.”
You both continued in a comfortable silence.
“Y/N,” Legolas called your name.
You stopped walking to look back, Legolas stood by a tree. You walked back towards him.
“What?”
“Look out there,” Legolas pointed.
A small pond laid out nearby, with a small clearing. The moon shone out on the water. It was beautiful and quiet.
You followed Legolas out to clearing. Once you both made it to the center of the clearing you sat down on the grass. It was cool from the dew from the nightfall.
“This is beautiful!” You exclaimed throwing your arms up in the air.
Legolas glanced over, “Yes it is,” he laughed.
You looked over at Legolas. He looked relaxed. It was nice to see him look that way compared to the stressful look he carried on his face from traveling.
“After this is all over I’m going to miss you,” you said softly, while playing with the grass.
Legolas soft hand covered one of yours, “As will I.”
You peeked up from your eyelashes. He stared at you with an intent look that you’ve never seen.
“Just kiss him,” you thought to yourself. You had never been this timid or shy towards anyone before. What made this so different.
You took a deep breath and looked up into his blue eyes with an intense look. The hand he had covering yours tightened up, as you weaved your fingers through his. You slowly leaned up towards his face. His own head began to lower to meet yours, his eyes drifted towards your lips and back up to your eyes. Finally your lips met gently.
You broke apart slowly, and looked into his eyes again. He had a look in his eyes that made heat pool at the bottom of your stomach. He raised his other hand to the back of your head and oulled you back to him. His lips met yours with heat. This kiss was different from the other. You released your hold on his hand and brought it up to grab his neck and hair.
Legolas released a groan as you brought him even closer. Your body had full on contact with his now. But it wasn’t enough.
You got on your knees and made your way to his lap. His hands gripped your waist tightly pulling you to him. When you broke apart to breath his lips went to your neck, leaving soft kisses along the length of it.
A moan came out of your mouth.
Legolas pulled away, “Would you like me to quit?”
You shook your head swiftly.
“No please,” you said, while keeping your hold on his hair, “I’ve been waiting for this so long.”
“You have?” He asked in shock.
A blush ran over your face as you nodded. You hid your face in his chest, holding him close you.
“Oh Y/N, if only I had known.”
“You feel the same way?” You questioned.
“Yes meleth nün,” Legolas said softly.
Your head snapped up, “What did you call me?” You knew little of Elvish language but you knew what that had meant.
His eyes popped open, “I apologize it just slipped out Y/N.”
Legolas began to pull away.
“No it’s okay!” You said as you pulled him to you again, “Legolas I’ve been in love with you for so long, this all feels like a dream.”
You smiled up at him.
“I love you,” Legolas said gently.
Your heart sped up as he bent down to take your lips once again.
This time when you moaned he didn’t pull away, instead he pulled you as close as he could.
Your hands when to his tunic and began to lift it up. He pulled away to allow you to remove it. Once his top was gone he made quick work of removing your dress.
“It’s almost shameful to see this go, you were ravishing in it, but this will be even better,” he smirked, as he took your dress off.
Your nipples hardened under the cool breeze. Legolas gently moved his hands over to palm your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples.
“Your breathtaking,” he murmured.
“Legolas,” you moaned, as you threw your head back.
He leaned forward and took your left nipple in his mouth.
Your hands woved into his hair once again pulling him down. You felt something hard beneath your leg when you situated yourself to be more comfortable.
Legolas let a groan out as you moved again, his hips rocked instinctively. His hardness hit you in the right spot giving you the friction you needed. You both began to grind into each other as Legolas continued suckling on your nipples.
You were quickly becoming a hot mess and he continued rocking you both. You reached down to try and pry his pants off. Legolas got the idea quickly and lifted you off him, he laid you down on the grass softly and removed his pants.
You both moaned as he leaned down to kiss you once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer. He groaned into your neck.
“I need more Legolas!” You gasped, arching your back.
Legolas guided his cock towards your heat. Once his tip was in he slammed in all the way. You both released a moan.
He began to thrust into you powerfully, taking his time. His lips touched everyone from your face, lips, neck, and chest.
“Faster!” You shouted.
Legolas grunted but obliged, his hips began to move faster.
You felt a deep pleasurable pressure inside you grow, you chased after it. Legolas drifted a hand down to rub your clit quickly, sensing your orgasm as you quivered around his length.
“Come for me meleth nün,” he groaned into your ear.
You gasped as the pleasure hit you hard. You tightened around him and rode out the pleasure.
“Oh Legolas,” you chanted over and over again in ecstasy.
Legolas followed soon after releasing into you. He grunted into your neck as he came hard.
He rolled off of you as you both worked on catching your breaths. You rolled over and laid your head on his chest. He welcomed it as he wrapped his arm around you, laying a kiss on your head.
“That was amazing!” You gleamed.
“Indeed it was,” he murmured softly into hair.
“I love you Legolas,” you said proudly as you looked up at him.
He gave you smile as well, “I love you too Y/N.”
“Now as much as I’m enjoying this but I feel like we need to get to a room, I don’t want someone stumbling on us,” you said shyly.
Legolas agreed and helped you dress, after you both were dressed you walked hand in hand to your room.
“Would you like to come in?” You asked softly.
Legolas carcassed your cheek, “I would love to Meleth nün.”
Legolas followed you in, and into your bed. You fell fast asleep while Legolas laid awake softly rubbing your hair.
Your door flew open.
“Y/N I’ve been looking-“ Eowyn began to say, until she saw both Legolas and you laying in bed.
“She’s exhausted,” Legolas answered for you softly, as you stayed asleep.
“No kidding,” Eowyn said in disbelief, “when she wakes up you tell her she has got some explaining to tell me.”
Legolas laughed gently, “Absolutely my friend.”
Eowyn softly shut the door to allow you to rest.
The End!!
This was my first time writing smut and my first request. I hope this works for you!! Sorry it took so long, i didn’t realize how difficult it is to do a request 🙈. Anyway enjoy!!
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femmefaramir · 6 years ago
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Boromir and The Talk
submitted by @interstellarcutie
Boromir sighed, head in hand, once the decision was made. Pippin was like a little brother to him, in age as well as stature. He loved him. Still, he wasn’t really
 prepared for how to put these things. He didn’t even give the talk to Faramir, just answered the questions their hasty father had left him with. Oh well.
He might’ve just imagined the smug, grateful smiles on his friends faces when they turned in for the night. He might’ve imagined that no, he wasn’t inside Pippin’s tent, Pippin would be sleeping elsewhere and this could all be peacefully avoided
Not the case.
Merry came back with him, their curly hair soaked from a quick dip in the river. He’d cleverly distracted his cousin during this whole decision-making mess, omitting himself from it altogether. Through the slit of the tent’s door, Boromir could see the lucky Hobbit nod at him with something between understanding and smug enjoyment, before sauntering off.
“Merry, you need your sleep!”
“Hush, I’m just asking Legolas about that poison ivy. You tuck in!” Merry yelled back, now taking off running, snickering.
Well, he wasn’t about to not take that sort of advice.
“Oh, hello!” Pippin yawned at his visitor inside the tent, who had taken to somewhat nervously cleaning his sword. They’d been sharing stories and folktales before bed, so this wasn’t too odd. But the Hobbit couldn’t help thinking the air felt off, strange, like one of them was holding tension, but maybe it was just the-
“We, uh, have to talk about something. Take a seat, Pippin.”
“That’s awful formal.”
“What was it you said before? That you and Merry used to say as- as kids?”
“Plonk down, plop down, hunker down
”
“Uh. Plonk down.”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Pippin smiled, and well.. plonked down onto his bedroll, crosslegged. The pillow let loose a few feathers, which drifted to the floor long before Boromir actually spoke again.
“So. I know that you’re the youngest of us here, and that must be hard. Not only to see things cruel as this while so young, but also how the Fellowship seems to treat you when strategizing. Merry likes to be trying with your age, while Gandalf disapproves of your ideas because of it, and Legolas seems to disregard you. Well, he disregards nearly everyone, but that‘s for another day. What I’m saying is that anyone matures fast in times like these, what with the war, the Ring, the-“
“Pardon me for interrupting, but Merry‘ll be expecting me asleep soon. What are you trying to say?”
“That once this war is done, well, you’ll have many fans back home. Some women who you might want to court, and that will want to court you in turn. Who you’ll grow close to.”
“And?”
“Pippin,” Boromir began, picking the dirt off his boots, “you do know how you were born, right?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, thank-“
“I have a couple ideas actually,” Pippin began. “Merry likes to say I was dropped right into Farmer Maggot’s cabbage patch, and they just found me there. My father talks about my mother’s stomach being quite large, so maybe it has something to do with how much you eat. That’d make sense for Hobbits.”
“You‘re a bit closer with that last one. Women have an organ called a womb, or they might have two, though I think that’s just an Old Wive’s Tale. The womb is below the navel and well
 I’ve also heard it looks like the head of a ram? That’s where the baby grows, and thats why your mother’s stomach grew big.”
“I sure hope it doesn’t have horns. The kicker is
 how exactly does the baby get there?”
Well, he knew this was coming sooner or later.
“I’ll get around to that bit, uh.. eventually.” He stuttered. Smooth. “Based on what I’ve told you though, you’d expect women and men have different parts, right?”
“Oh, yes. My sisters have to wear corsets and I don’t. Quite thankfully too.”
“Yes,” Boromir laughed, “those look uncomfortable. But women don’t just have wombs, they have
 outer differences as well. Similar area, below the navel, between their legs. Instead of what you’ve got, they have a sort of a hole. It’s covered sometimes, othertimes not. And it leads inside her body, to the womb. In order to create a child, you must have both the man and the maiden. I figure you know what the man contributes?”
“I, uh..” Pippin looked to the side, laughing. “I do know, but it’s awfully embarrassing! How did you know?”
“No need to be ashamed, every man does it. And coupled with a woman, you’d figure their two parts fit together. A hole and well.. something to put in it. It tends to be tight, which allows the man to finish the deed, and then the wait happens. No one knows how it begins, but after sexual intercourse, usually a child begins to grow within the womb. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes. But I do have a few more if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, of course I don’t mind,” Boromir spoke, very much minding it, “go ahead and ask.”
“Does the woman also uh
 experience feeling really good? What’s that feeling called, exactly? And are there any other things I need to know about lasses before I do intercourse with one?” Pippin smiled. Boromir was surprised the Hobbit wasn’t taken aback, that he wanted to know more. Was this information even part of the agreement?
It took Boromir a little while to get his bearings. He swore he could hear quiet laughter from Legolas and Gimli’s tent, and for once, hoped it was for solely intimate reasons. If they were listening, they may as well contribute.
“Yes
 well, usually. Women can also experience an orgasm- that’s what it’s called- during intercourse. Midwives say it aids her chance of producing a child, but in my personal experience, it can be harder to achieve than a man’s.”

Did he just hear laughing again?
“But you’re not a father
 you can do intercourse without making a little one?”
“Have intercourse,” he corrected, “but if you’re careful, then yes. Things like removing yourself from her before you’ve completed help, along with the woman consuming certain herbs. And uh
” Boromir paused, eyes flicking between the tent door and the wide eyed Hobbit- once, twice, three times. It was now or seemingly never.
“Anyway
” he began once more, sheathing his sword and hastily rising, nearly tripping over himself in the process, “I think that answers all your questions. It was nice having this talk, and if you have any other questions then tomorrow you can-“
“No, no, not yet, sit down. You didn’t answer my last one. Is there anything else I need to know about lasses?”
Boromir sighed, and once more, his head was in his hand. This was getting a little too in depth for his contract. “Well, there’s plenty, but I think you’d enjoy it more if you find it out for yourself.”
“One more thing, please?” Pippin asked, which could be rephrased as making Boromir answer. Both knew the man couldn’t say no to anything from his smaller companion. It was a blessing and a curse. But maybe tonight he could shuck that responsibility off
 hm. He had an idea.
“It’s getting late, Pip. Tomorrow at breakfast, why don’t you ask Aragorn the rest of your questions? We all saw how he looked at that Maiden back in Rivendell, so I’m sure he’d be excited to discuss all sorts of topics with you.”
The laughing from Aragorn’s tent stopped.
And once Boromir left, laughing started from Pippin and Merry’s. Coming back in, the older cousin could only ask why the younger was in such a fit of laughter. Opening his eyes with that wide grin only a Took could make, Pippin leaned forward to slyly say:
“The only interesting thing from Boromir’s visit was just how red his face got.”
“
What?”
“You fool of a Brandybuck, Merry! Don’t you get it? I already knew all that!”
(note: i’m putting this in my writing tag, because it’s the only one here, but reminder: this is a submission)
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txnysheart · 6 years ago
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let’s get on with living (while we can) [8]
chapter 8: thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy
word count: 5977
warnings: chemo side effects, vomiting, anxiety, pretty heavy emotional angst, referenced suicide
summary: clint comes for a visit, and the harsh reality of the situation isn’t lost on anyone
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“Is that mine or yours?” Tony mumbled, not even opening his eyes. He and Steve were still in bed, as was Peter in his own bedroom, and they’d been woken up by a phone ringing. Steve grunted, leaning over to the headboard on his side of the bed where they’d both left their phones.
“Yours,” he yawned, picking the phone up and placing it in Tony’s outstretched hand, then slumped back down on his pillow. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was too early.
Without looking at the caller ID, Tony answered the phone. “Hello?”
“The hell’s going on, Tony?” He recognized it was Clint’s voice, and if he’d been more alert, he would definitely have caught onto the fact that Clint had called him by his first name instead of the usual ‘Stark’.
“Top o’ the mornin’ to ya,” Tony said in an overdone Irish accent, and wasn’t surprised when Steve lazily slapped his shoulder. “Is that you, Barton?”
“Yeah. It’s me.” He sounded agitated. Impatient.
“What’s so urgent that you had to call me at,” he forced one eye open to check the time, “five thirty in the morning? Damn, that’s four thirty for you.”
“Was hoping you could tell me, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Just got off the phone with Nat. The press conference.”
“Oh,” Tony breathed out, realization jolting him awake. Clint didn’t know. “What’d she tell you?”
“That it was about Peter, and I’d have to call you. She wouldn’t say anything more than that.”
“I’m putting you on speaker. It’s just me and Steve.”
“Sure. Just tell me what’s going on, she sounded strange.”
“You should, uh
 Are you sitting? You should be sitting down.”
“What- Just get to it before I lose my damn mind!”
“Hey! I’m serious, Barton. It- It’s bad. Really bad.”
“I don’t- Sure. Yeah, okay, I’m sitting down.”
“Okay. Uh
 It’s Peter. He, uh
 Ah, shit, Steve, how do I say this? Fuck.”
Steve held his hand up to stop Tony before he could spiral. “I’ve got it, honey,” he assured Tony, sitting up in bed. “Want me to tell him?” Tony nodded, hiding his face in his hands. “Okay. Okay, you still there, Clint?”
“Yeah.” He was wary, and he was right to be.
“Peter is
 He’s really sick. He’s got cancer.”
It took a couple of seconds for it to register in Clint’s brain before he spoke. “What?”
“It’s
 It’s lung cancer. Stage four, spread to his liver and his brain.” Steve’s voice faltered slightly as he delivered the news; the words felt so wrong in his mouth. Tony had sat up, feet on the floor, and his back facing Steve.
“No, that
 That can’t be right. Right? Not him. Not- Not Peter. He’s
”
“I know, I- I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before. Everything just
” Steve gestured with his hands even though Clint couldn’t see him.
“No, no, I get it.” Having kids himself, he understood. He wouldn’t have been able to focus right, either. So he got it. “Stage four? That’s
 God, that’s bad, isn’t it?”
“It’s really bad.”
“Is he gonna- Can I come visit?”
“‘Course you can. Peter loves you, you know that. We’re at the Compound.”
“Okay. Yeah, okay, I can be there by tonight, the drive’s like 15 hours.” Clint was already throwing clothes into a suitcase, Laura still in bed, slightly confused, but mostly concerned.
“No, I’ll send a jet,” Tony decided, straightening his back.
Clint stopped his frantic packing. “What?”
“I’ll send you a jet, Legolas. Don’t worry about it. It’ll be there in three hours.” Steve cringed at Tony’s forced casual tone.
“Oh. Thanks. See you soon, then.” Clint was surprised, and it was audible even through the phone.
“See you soon, Barton,” Steve said, hanging up. “That was really nice of you,” he smiled at Tony, reaching out a hand to put on his shoulder. Tony let his head drop to the side, rubbing his cheek on Steve’s hand.
“FRI, make sure a jet gets sent to pick up Barton,” Tony told the AI.
“On it, Sir.”
He turned around to face Steve who was sitting cross legged on the bed with a sad, concerned look on his face. He mustered a smile for Tony. And Tony did the same for Steve. Both faltered.
“It hurts to say out loud,” Tony spoke into the silent room.
“So much.”
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The early November air was cold. The wind was hitting Steve’s face like thousands of small needles piercing his skin, but he stood steadily as he watched Clint making his way towards him from the jet with a bag slung over his shoulder.
“Good to see you, Cap,” he smiled, half-genuine, when he was stood in front of the taller man.
“You too, Barton.” Steve pulled him in for a short, friendly hug before leading the way inside. Clint had obviously been at the Compound before, but Steve thought it’d be polite to greet him outside. And it’d give him a little more time to brief him about Peter’s condition.
“Have a nice flight?”
Clint just sent him a look that clearly meant cut the bullshit.
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “Peter’s awake, but he’s pretty tired - worn out, really. And he
 He probably looks sicker than what you’re expecting him to. He might just fall asleep, he might throw up, he might be in pain, and he might get a migraine,” Steve warned. “Just don’t get your hopes up.” That makes it even more painful.
Clint didn’t really know how to answer that. “I
 This is so fucked up, I can’t even wrap my mind around it.”
“Yeah,” Steve breathed out, and neither of them said anything more until they were in the living room where Peter and Tony were. At least that’s where they’d been when Steve left them.
“Captain, Boss asks if you could come to Peter’s bedroom,” FRIDAY announced.
“Sure,” Steve confirmed, and then addressed Clint. “Uh, you know where your space is. Go ahead and leave your bag there, and then just come back here.”
With a nod, Clint turned around, starting on the familiar walk, while Steve headed for Peter’s bedroom, his steps somewhat rushed.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked upon entering the room, and closed the door behind him. Tony was keeping Peter steady as the boy pulled a pair of sweatpants on.
“I’m good,” the boy said, prompting Steve to look at his husband for more details.
“Had a little accident. Got some vomit on his clothes,” he explained, holding out a beanie for Peter when he’d tied the string on his pants who took it, immediately pulling it on. Tony had wanted to place a kiss on the top of his kid’s head and couldn’t help but look a little defeated when he wasn’t quick enough. He settled for a forehead kiss instead, forgetting his disappointment the second Peter leaned into the touch.
“You feelin’ up to seeing Clint?” Steve asked, wary of the pale, tired look on Peter’s face.
“Mhm,” he answered with a smile, blinking rather slowly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could invite everyone over for dinner,” Tony suggested.
“Sounds good. Would be nice for Pepper,” Steve commented.
“Pepper?” asked the boy, confused as to why it would nice for Pepper specifically.
“Yeah, she has to go back to the city for a while. She’s got a company to run,” Tony explained apologetically.
“Oh.” Peter sounded disappointed. He wasn’t, really, but it just reminded him that the world hadn’t stopped turning just because his life had been put on pause. And he didn’t want her to leave.
“We meant to tell you last night, but I guess we just forgot. Sorry, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s okay,” he assured his dad with a close-mouthed, genuine smile.
“C’mon, I’m sure Clint is excited to see you,” Steve said, walking the few remaining feet to wrap an arm around Peter. He didn’t know how much he’d thrown up, but he knew he usually became a little wobbly after it either way. “Want breakfast?” Steve mumbled on the way.
“Not really,” Peter declined, pretty sure that anything he ate would come right back up again.
“Not even a smoothie?” Tony asked, wringing his hands tensely.
“I could try,” he shrugged, having learned a long time ago how to lessen his dad’s worries.
“I’ll make it, Tony” Steve offered. “You go with him, Barton’s in the living room.”
With a hum of agreement, Tony wrapped an arm around Peter’s frail body. Because he knew exactly how much Peter had thrown up. It’d been a lot. But he happily supported some of his weight, and they made it to the living room in less than a minute.
Despite Steve having warned him, Clint still had to fight against the horrified expression that almost showed on his face. How could he not? Peter looked so sick. So thin. His face was gaunt and nearly gray, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that under that beanie, there was no hair. And the way he was leaning heavily into Tony, as if standing up was too tiring. The change was
 jarring.
He smiled at Peter.
“Hey, bud,” he chuckled, walking over to them.
“Hi, Uncle Clint,” the boy beamed, letting go of the back of Tony’s shirt, and reached both arms out for a hug. Clint caught on right away, strategically wrapping his arms around Peter’s middle - he didn’t know how steady Peter was, and this way he could lift him up if he needed to.
He didn’t need to, but he did it anyway. Just to feel how light he’d gotten. Peter laughed when Clint pretended to groan as he lifted him a couple inches above the ground, thinking nothing of it, because Clint often did that to mess with him. Clint, on the other hand, met Tony’s eyes over Peter’s shoulder, nearly disturbed at how little the sixteen year old boy in his arms weighed. He was only met with a look on Tony’s face he couldn’t completely understand, but it wasn’t hard to tell that the man was both heartbroken and exhausted in a way he knew couldn’t compare to anything he’d ever felt himself.
Putting Peter back down again, he wiped the distressed look off of his face, replacing it with the smile from earlier. He let one arm stay wrapped around the boy as he pulled away, mirroring the way Tony had been steadying him.
“Wanna sit down on the couch?” he asked, and Peter nodded, feeling a little embarrassed as Clint helped him over to the couch, but pretty much forgot about it when he’d sat down, relief then taking over.
Well, as much relief as he could ask for, that was. The familiar aching in his bones was back, making it near impossible to completely relax. But he kept it together as well as he could for Clint. He might only be a kid, but he’d seen the look on the archer’s face, and he was well aware of how sick he looked. Biting the inside of his cheek, he refrained from shifting too much or squeezing his hands for some sort of relief.
“Quit it,” Tony whispered subtly to Peter when he’d sat down next to him, casually grabbing one of his hands to massage it. It felt so nice that Peter forgot himself for a second - by extension listening to what his dad had told him - and stretched his legs out, repositioning himself.
“Here you go, sweetie,” Steve said, approaching the couch, handing the freshly made smoothie to Peter before sitting down next to Tony. One glance down on Tony massaging Peter’s hand, and his smile faltered a tiny bit. Seeing Peter in pain would eventually drive him crazy, he was sure of it. There was something about seeing discomfort on that young face he knew so well that went against every instinct in him.
Clint’s mind was working on overdrive, trying to come up with something to say. The room was abnormally quiet; he was used to Tony’s quips and Peter’s rambling. But they were both occupied - Tony with massaging his son’s hand and watching his face, and Peter with trying to stay awake and drink some of his smoothie. “How are those two friends of yours doing?” he finally asked.
“Ned and MJ?” Peter perked up at the mention of them.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Clint encouraged, eager to hear him talk.
“They were here a couple of weeks ago. Was really nice.” He smiled tiredly, sinking further into the couch. Clint noticed, and changed his goal from getting Peter to talk to getting Peter to rest.
“Tell me about it later. I’m feeling up for a movie right now,” Clint decided. He was a dad, so of course he had a few tricks up his sleeve when it came to getting kids to go to sleep.
“Sure! What do you wanna watch?”
“You choose, buddy.”
“Alright. What about
 Back to the Future?”
“Good choice, Pete,” Tony chimed in. “FRI, you heard the kid.” The AI only started playing the movie on the TV in front of them, dimming the lights. Peter managed to pay attention for about ten minutes. That was not-so-coincidentally just when Tony caught Clint’s gaze, flicking his eyes down to Peter’s hand in his. More prompting than that wasn’t necessary - Clint took hold of Peter’s other hand, copying what Tony was doing.
Anxiety boiled in Tony’s stomach as he waited for Peter to fall asleep. Just the thought of another bout of insomnia hitting his kid or him simply being uncomfortable to the point where it stole away his sleep was enough to make him feel off - to make his breathing pick up enough for Steve to notice. “He’s okay,” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to his husband’s temple. Tony knew what Steve meant, but he still almost snapped that Peter was most definitely not okay.
All three men focused on Peter. Steve and Tony were able to pinpoint the moment he fell asleep, and Clint caught on a couple minutes later. “Is he asleep?” he whispered, looking at Tony.
“Mhm, let’s lie him down, and we can go sit in the kitchen,” Tony confirmed, letting go of Peter’s hand. Clint did the same, and stood up slowly. Cupping the back of Peter’s neck, Tony gingerly maneuvered Peter until he was lying down. Normally, he’d pull his beanie off, but with Clint there, he refrained from it. Then the boy was covered by a blanket, and they left him alone to rest.
Between the living room and the kitchen was the dining room, and a pair of sliding doors separated the living and dining room, allowing them to talk without disturbing Peter.
“You hungry, Barton? I think we have some leftover pizza from yesterday,” Steve offered, pulling a box out of the fridge.
“I could eat,” Clint said. “Thanks.” Steve put the box down in front of him, and grabbed glasses for each of them.
“Any requests, honey?” Steve asked Tony. “And don’t say coffee,” he smirked when the man opened his mouth, looking a bit too excited. For a while, Steve had tried helping him cut back on the amounts of caffeine he consumed in a day and they were actually making a little progress.
“Fine,” Tony snickered. “Iced tea? Do we have that?”
“I think so
” He rummaged around in the fridge. “Yeah, here we go. What about you, Clint?”
“Iced tea sounds good,” the archer said, picking up a slice of pizza, looking a little lost in thought.
“You good?” Steve asked him as he filled his glass.
“Hm? Yeah, just
 Peter,” he sighed.
“Yeah,” Tony agreed.
“What’s with his hands?” Clint asked.
Tony looked at Steve with exhaustion clear on his face, so Steve decided to carry the burden of the conversation. “It’s not just his hands. His whole body hurts. Sometimes his hands get especially bad.”
A beat of silence. “Why?”
“Chemo side effect. One of many.” Steve sent him a sad smile, taking a sip of his drink.
Leaning his head back, Clint looked for words. “Not all the time, right?”
“No. Just sometimes.”
“I- He’s not even my kid, but seeing him in pain
 All I wanna do is to fix it.”
“He’s okay now. He’s sleeping,” Steve assured him. Tony flinched. There it was again. “You alright, Tony?”
“Yep. All good.” His response was clipped, and his focus stayed glued to his apparently very interesting fingernails. It made Steve frown, but he decided to ignore it for now, instead opting to further explain Peter’s condition to Clint.
“Sleep usually helps. Hopefully he feels a little better tomorrow. But we can’t know for sure. The days after chemo are bad.”
“When was chemo?”
“Monday through Wednesday.”
“Jeez, that’s rough.”
“Yeah, it’s a
 It’s a harsh treatment. It takes a toll on him.”
“He’s down to 110 pounds,” Tony blurted out, and then followed a sharp, humorless laugh. “But that was four days ago, probably even less now. He’s not okay. He’s not.”
“Tony-”
“I’m going to bed.”
“Honey, it’s noon,” Steve attempted.
“And I’m tired.” His voice was much softer, much more vulnerable than it had just been a mere second earlier. That, combined with how completely worn out he looked had Steve let out a somber sigh, concern filling his chest. It was a common sensation these days.
“Okay,” Steve said, too many feelings packed into such a short word.
“He good?” Clint asked when Tony was gone.
“He’s
 We’re tired.”
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Per Tony’s request, FRIDAY alerted him when Peter began showing signs of waking up. Still groggy from an unexpectedly good nap, he sat up in bed, running his fingers through his hair once. He tugged lightly on it to wake himself up, then headed to the living room. Passing the kitchen, he saw Steve cooking while chatting with Clint.
On the couch he found Peter stirring, just beginning to open his eyes up. “Hey, Peter Pan,” he whispered, kneeling next to the couch despite his knees protesting. He tuned it out, instead fixating on gently rousing his son out of his sleepy state.
“Mmm, Dad?” Peter mumbled, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned.
“That’s me,” Tony confirmed playfully.
“Time is it?” The boy searched for his father’s hand, happily leaning into the touch when he felt it cup his cheek.
“Didn’t check, but it looked like Pops was cooking dinner. Feeling rested? You got a few good hours of sleep in.” He let his fingers gently caress Peter’s cheek even though it looked like all it was doing was coaxing him back to sleep.
“Yeah, it- Oh, no.” Peter tensed, sitting up abruptly with a hand in front of his mouth.
“There’s a- Shit, it’s in your bedroom. Sit tight, just a sec.” Tony bolted to the kitchen to get a trash can after realizing the bucket they’d had next to the couch for instances like this had been moved.
Crashing into Steve, he only yelled out a hurried apology as he pushed him out of the way, grabbing the nearest trash can. Steve closed his mouth that had been open to ask Tony what on earth he was doing - it was rather obvious. Especially when he could hear Peter puking into said trash can just about three seconds later.
“I trust you’re able to look out for the pasta?” Steve asked, pulling his apron off, and abandoned his nearly finished homemade pesto.
“Go ahead. Let me know if you need any help,” Clint told him, and Steve sent him a nod in thanks before going to be with his son.
It was common occurrence by now to see Peter emptying his stomach in a rather miserable way, but that didn’t mean he’d ever get used to it. Peter was sitting on the edge of the couch, clutching the trash can, Tony kneeling on the floor next to him, one hand on the trash can and one on Peter’s back. Steve sat down on the other side of Peter.
There really wasn’t anything else to do than gently encouraging him through it, telling him that it’d be over soon and how brave he was. It made both dads feel powerless. There was nothing to do. They just had to witness it, with no opportunity to make it any better no matter how hard they wished, hoped, wanted, prayed, whatever.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Tony said optimistically when Peter was done, even though they all knew it was only because there wasn’t much in his stomach to begin with.
“What do you want for dinner?” Steve asked, anxious to make sure Peter got a little substance in him. “Anything you want, just as long as it’s something.”
Peter grimaced. “At least let me brush my teeth before you start talking about food.”
“Okay, fair point,” Steve smiled. “You good to stand?”
The sudden flush on Peter’s face told Steve everything he needed to know. “It’s just us, don’t worry about it,” he assured him, wrapping a secure arm around his middle and pulled him up. He supported some of his weight, but Peter was relatively steady as they walked out of the living room to brush his teeth.
Tony couldn’t help but be a little stunned. There was nothing special about what he’d just witnessed, and it was far from the worst thing he’d seen the past few weeks. Still, it stung deep in his chest, a helplessness so all-consuming that he had no idea how to handle it.
Clenching his fists so hard that his nails nearly broke through the skin on his palms, he felt his chest tighten and throat close up. He sat down. His eyes were wide, searching the room as he tried to fill his lungs. “TV, trash can, paintings, chairs, phone,” he whispered to himself, voice shaky and mouth dry.
“Sofa, pants, pillow,” he reached his hand out, “table.”
“Clint in the kitchen, footsteps. Peter laughing.” He calmed down considerably at that one, especially when his husband let out a laugh as well, the noise getting closer to him. Honing in on it, he let himself forgo the rest of his familiar grounding technique.
“There we go, let’s sit you down next to Dad, and I’ll go rescue Clint in the kitchen,” Steve said, sending a smile Tony’s way, a little put off by the look in his eyes he’d seen too many times before, if it were up to him to judge.
“Oh, no, you left Clint in the kitchen by himself?” Peter joked as Steve helped him sit down, still a bit unsteady.
“I know, it’s a miracle if any of the food is salvageable,” Steve jested right back. “Gotta go get rid of this first, though,” he said, picking up the trash can next to Tony. Eyebrows furrowed subtlety in concern, he caught his husbands gaze who nodded reassuringly in response.
“You still haven’t told me what you want, Petey,” he said, holding the trash can in one hand, halfway turned to leave the room to dispose of the bag, and make sure it’s clean.
“I know it’s not a dinner food, but scrambled eggs, please?” Peter requested hopefully.
“Sure, sweetie, I did say anything you want. As long as you’re eating.” With a final smile, he walked off, leaving Tony and Peter alone. The man’s breathing was pretty much under control by now, and there were no tangible traces of him panicking just a couple minutes earlier.
“Feeling better?” Tony asked, hand gently taking hold of the back of Peter’s neck, drawing circles on the smooth skin with his thumb. It was just as much to comfort Peter as it was to help himself get completely grounded.
“Much,” Peter sighed, and leaned into the touch, ever the tactile one.
“Stay awake until you’ve eaten something, okay?” Tony told him when he saw his eyes starting to droop a little.
“Okay,” he agreed, shifting to lean into Tony’s side. Ever since he was little, it’d been his favorite place to be, and it always fit him perfectly, as if it grew with him. With Dad’s arm around him and head resting on his chest, he felt just as secure as ever.
Sometimes, the childish side of him missed the arc reactor. He was always fascinated and soothed by the blue light it emitted. After Afghanistan, the boy had been plagued with nightmares of Tony disappearing again. All the times he’d timidly made his way to his father’s room because he was scared and couldn’t sleep, the blue light never failed to steal his focus away from the bad as he traced over it with his fingers. Whenever anyone else, including Rhodey, and sometimes even Steve, got close to touching the reactor - be it by accident or not - he couldn’t help but flinch away.
But, oh, Peter; he could touch it as much as he wanted because Tony knew how gentle he was, fingers barely there as he studied it as if every time were his first time seeing it. Though, above all, it was because Peter was his kid, and he’d do anything to make him feel better. He grew to be quite fond of it, marveled at how the piece of metal in his chest not only kept him alive, but was important to Peter as well.
The sensible side of Peter, however, knew to be relieved that Tony didn’t need the arc reactor anymore. There were no pieces of shrapnel threatening to stop his heart, and Peter was eternally grateful.
One thing the boy didn’t seem to notice was the way his fingers would sometimes move on their own accord in the same way they did back when the arc reactor was still in place, drawing small, light figures on his father’s chest even though there was nothing there.
Tony had noticed and it was something that never failed to make his heart swell with contentedness. He looked down to watch Peter’s fingers move around as if tracing the design of the arc reactor, patterns stored somewhere deep in the boy’s mind.
“Hey, no sleeping, squirt,” Tony reminded him, squeezing his shoulder to wake him up a little.
“I know. Just closing my eyes for a minute,” Peter mumbled, not sounding very convincing. Tony could only laugh lightly at him, holding him a little tighter as they waited for dinner to be ready. It couldn’t be much longer; he could hear either Steve or Clint getting plates and utensils ready to set the table.
His suspicions were confirmed when Steve stuck his head into the room. “Dinner in five,” he spoke softly.
“Are his eggs ready?” Tony asked, Steve giving a confirming hum. “Maybe give it here? I’ll make sure he eats some, but he’s so tired. I don’t want him to have to get up. I’ll join you guys as soon as he’s asleep, okay?”
While Steve knew Clint wanted to spend time with the boy, it wasn’t hard to give in, especially when he watched Peter bury his face in Tony’s chest.
“Alright,” Steve smiled, and went to get Peter’s food and a bottle of water.
“Chow time,” Tony announced moving his hand to Peter’s ribs, tickling him.
“Dad, stop,” Peter laughed, trying to squirm away from him.
“What? I’m not doing anything.” Tony feigned innocence, barely able to hold back his grin.
“Yes, you are!” With a huge smile on his face, Peter grabbed Tony’s hand and pulled it away from his side.
“Oof, busted,” Tony chuckled, and wasn’t surprised at Peter settling close to him again, despite his tickling attack.
Steve came back with food and water for Peter. “Eat up, and then have a nice nap, okay?” he said when he’d put it down in front of him, and leaned down to press a kiss to the boy’s forehead.
“Thanks, Pops.”
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“How old is he again? Two?” Steve asked after Clint told them about how Nathaniel had managed to lock Laura in the bathroom and that’s why keys are now banned in their house.
They’d finished dinner about an hour ago and had just cleaned the table, but stayed in the dining room to let Peter sleep.
“Yeah, just turned two, the little jackass,” Clint confirmed with a chuckle.
“Well, I wouldn’t call him a jackass; kid managed to lock a door all by himself. I’d say he’s bordering on child protegee,” Tony quipped with a deliberate straight face, but amusement was glinting in his eyes.
“Hm, you might reconsider when I tell you about how he tried to eat a pine cone five minutes later because ‘chocolate’s the same color.’ Swear to god, I’ve got three kids and they just keep getting weirder,” Clint laughed fondly, managing to get Tony and Steve to laugh pretty hard as well.
Hearing about Clint’s kids made something in Tony ache to check on Peter, so he asked his AI. “Hey, FRI, how’s Peter doing? Sleeping beauty still going strong?”
“He’s still deeply sleeping and seems to be comfortable,” she assured him.
“Honey, he’s just sleeping in the other room. FRIDAY would’ve told us if something was wrong. He’s okay,” Steve said, aiming to reduce some of Tony’s worries. Had he avoided those two final words, he might’ve succeeded, but it just backfired.
In bone-deep frustration, Tony slammed his fist down on the dining table. “Jesus, Steve, he’s not okay. Why do you keep saying that when he’s anything but?” he snapped, staring into Steve’s eyes.
“You know what I mean by it,” Steve sighed, his eyes softening while Tony’s stayed harsh, unrelenting, but the quiver of his lips didn’t escape Steve’s attention.
“Of course I do, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s miles away from okay. He’ll never be okay.”
Clint awkwardly excused himself, feeling very much like he was intruding, none of the other two men looking his way when he left the room.
“What do you want me to say then, Tony? That he’s not? That he’s dying?”
“It kills me when you say it because you look like you believe it.”
“I do that for you.”
“I never asked you to.”
“I know that! Don’t you think this is fucking killing me? You think I’m walking around here waiting for it to get better? You’re my husband, I’m just trying to carry as much as I can.”
“Carry as much as you want, it doesn’t change the fact that this time next year, he’ll be dead!” His voice was raised, echoing the turmoil inside of him.
Steve physically took a step back upon hearing him say those words with such bluntness. “Tony-”
“That’s how this is gonna go, I don’t know what else to tell you.” Tony was biting back tears, but couldn’t help the shakiness in his voice.
“Tony, don’t,” Steve whispered.
“In a year, we’ll have nothing. We won’t be parents anymore. Our son’s gonna be gone.” He gave up, letting the tears fall down his cheeks, but he ignored them.
“I know.” Clenching his jaw, Steve tried to stay calm despite how much everything hurt, because he knew. He knew Tony was in just as much pain as him.
“I know that you know. You know what’s gonna happen to him and you know what’s gonna happen to me.”
“Not that- no, Tony, not that again. You can’t-”
“I can. There’ll be nothing.”
Steve didn’t bother holding back the sob that climbed up his throat. “Well, I can’t. I won’t let that happen.”
“It’s my choice. It’s not your business.”
“Not my business? You’re the love of my life, Tony, of course it’s my business!”
“This is about Peter. You know damn well that I love you, so don’t pull that card,” Tony seethed, so angry, but no amount of anger could make him forget how much he loved Steve.
“I’ll pull any card if it keeps you alive. I don’t care if it’s not fair, we’re well past that!”
“What the fuck do you expect me to do without Peter?” Tony exploded, raising his voice in a manner Steve hadn’t witnessed before.
Taking a shaky breath, Steve tried ignoring how that meant that even he wasn’t enough. “What do you expect me to do with both of you gone?” he yelled right back.
Tony was interrupted before he could even think of how to respond to that.
“I’m still here. You know that, right? I’m still here.” Peter was standing at the edge of the room, leaning on the doorframe for support, having opened the sliding doors with no one noticing. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were wet with tears, but his voice was steady; somehow both cold and vulnerable at the same time.
“Peter,” Tony breathed out, everything about him softening.
“Of course you are,” Steve said, realizing how defensive his body language had become, and relaxed his muscles.
“That’s not what it sounds like.”
“Peter, we’re sorry,” Tony nearly whispered, unable to find his voice.
“Next time you have a fight like that, make sure I’m out of earshot because I know-” he hesitated for a second before walking further into the room, unsteady on his feet, and inhaled deeply. “I know I’m gonna die. But I don’t need to hear you screaming about it. Because I’m still here. And I definitely don’t need to hear you screaming about what’s gonna happen after I’m gone.” His eyes met Tony’s, and the man felt ashamed.
“Sorry,” Steve echoed his husband, both adults stunned by the words that had just left their son’s mouth.
Hearing Peter say it hurt more than they could’ve imagined.
He rejected it in a heartbeat, but Tony couldn’t help but feel jealous of Peter because he’d never have to live in a world without Peter. He thought he knew guilt, but nothing could even come close to the shame washing over him in that second.
“If you wanna talk-” Steve attempted.
“I don’t. I’m getting my pills and I’m going to my room and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Peter decided, walking past his dads to get to the kitchen where his medicine was.
“Okay. But let us help you,” Steve said, going for a combination between firm and loving, but it only came across as desperate.
“You might be surprised to hear that that’s not what I want right now,” Peter snarked, sarcasm cutting through the air. Tony flinched, his son’s hostile front unfamiliar to him, and he didn’t like it at all. But he didn’t say anything. He knew that whatever clever thing he might come up with, it’d just make it worse.
“I’m fine,” Peter continued. Medicine and a water bottle gathered in his arms, he intended to storm off to his room, but the adrenaline that’d been pumping through his body ever since he realized what Tony would do once he’s gone was wearing off. Quickly. His knees buckled slightly, making him stumble towards his dads. Two choked gasps sounded, and four arms caught him. “I can walk by myself,” he protested, but there wasn’t much truth to that statement.
“We’re gonna help you, and then we’ll let you be alone for a while if that’s what you want.” Steve didn’t leave room for any arguments, and Tony wrapped an arm around the boy to steady him, feeling the tension in his body match the one in the room. Steve picked up the medicine and the water bottle, following them to Peter’s bedroom.
Once safely settled on his bed, Peter curled up into a ball, facing away from the door; away from his dads.
“FRIDAY’s gonna remind you to take your pills. Let us know if you need anything,” Steve told him.
“We love you,” the smaller man added.
“More than anything.”
Peter didn’t answer.
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beautifulterriblequeen · 6 years ago
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Middle-Earth shit is trippy, yo
After I spent 16 hours hyperfocusing on Thranduil and the Sindarin language, I went to bed just after midnight and had the strangest vision.
Instead of hearing Thranduil murmuring inside my head, he invited me to ride along in his. I felt this airborne weightlessness, and then I was indeed riding along in the Elvenking’s head. I could see out all around me, and holy shit he was tall. (for ref, Lee Pace is more than a foot taller than I am)
He was in his private receiving chamber, and Legolas had finally returned to the Woodland Realm to see him for the first time since he told his father he could not go back home. Decades had passed. Legolas had been on many adventures, and he and Aragorn were good friends. Thranduil read all this in his son’s smile and his stance and the lack of tension in his shoulders, and he was relieved. He had not broken his son’s joy. He was full of regret that he had been the cause of Legolas’s sudden departure, though.
But Legolas had not returned to accuse. Today was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He had come home to make remembrance with his father. 
They glided together, with me along for the ride, through the chambers of the Elvenking’s Halls, and out the great front gates and across the bridge. They walked in solemn silence, knowing what they were headed out to do. Thranduil was also rocking a quiet amazement that he was getting to do it with his son, and that he wasn’t entirely devastated by the thought of his old loss anymore.
Across the bridge, two elves held horses ready for a ride, and Thranduil and Legolas mounted up. Looking absolutely glorious. You ever ride in the head of someone whose every move is made to increase their visual appeal? It’s a trip. He was pleased at every fold of his coat landing just so. Adorable. I nearly had a vertigo moment, I was so high off the ground, but Thranduil silently reassured me that riding in the head of an elf of his experience was the safest place in the wood. 
The forest around me looked so vivid. Trees growing closely together as far as the eye can see, healthy and green, breathing out oxygen and sheltering life, and woven through with the king’s protective magic. As father and son slowly began having a conversation, I tuned out the Sindarin and picked up their emotional vibes, and it was so sweet my heart swelled like a balloon. They were speaking of their love of the forest, and particular plants that grew near their path, as if no time had passed, no anger had come between them. 
The Woodland Realm was in early summer, and the leaves were bright and clear and healthy, and squirrels zipped around, and birdsong--god, the birdsong--sounded like angels. They rode and rode along the elven path until they reached the edge of the forest. Along the way, Legolas commented how nice it was to be able to ride two abreast on the path again, and I turned my attention to the rooty old trees that lined the way. They had, over decades, been chivvied back to a respectful distance by caring wood-elves, and the path to the Elvenking’s Halls was once again broad, smooth, and safe. It was amazing!
They arrived at the western edge of the Greenwood and dismounted near the statue of the queen. Legolas murmured to his horse to not stuff himself on too many delights, and Thranduil sent his horse along to keep him company. Then they turned to the statue. It had been cleared and cleaned recently, but a fall of delicate lichen overshadowed it. Thranduil reached up and delicately freed it, as lifting a veil from a bride. He rested his hand on the statue’s cheek. I was looking the queen in the eyes, and it was such a moment, I can’t do it justice. Serenity, peace, affection--like she was still there, in a way, just a little. Like Thranduil had given his memories of her into the statue for safekeeping, and they dwelt there, safely guarded by his forest.
Legolas stood by, waiting for his father to take the lead, and Thranduil turned to him. They sang together, and the forest around them brightened. The light literally intensified, and everything seemed to flush with life. I think I teared up. That these two could love their fallen family member so much that these long years later, their love would nourish all living things within range. 
I wasn’t sure I was supposed to see that part. I felt intrusive. But Thranduil said he wanted me to see that he has been recovering for some time, that he is putting right the wrongs he has done, and he is finally doing what he should always have been doing. I guess he thinks I worry. Which is fair.
They walked to the edge of the forest, and there I thought I would evaporate away, but no. Thranduil introduced me to Legolas, and he drew me out of his head until I stood beside him.
In Middle-Earth.
I nearly had a heart attack. The entire world stretched out as far as I could feel it in all directions. It was so real, so solid. And I was suddenly very short and squishy in the presence of two very tall and glorious elves. Ugh. But they were nice elves, so they didn’t judge.
Thranduil explained that he knew me as a storyteller, and that I had been helping him to recover after the Battle of the Five Armies. Legolas, to his credit, rolled with that entirely and thanked me. I mean, you know, after giving me one of his long, searching looks to make sure I was legit.
I did not feel legit. But this vision was all in my head. I was the one making all of this up. You ever have two parts of your brain talk to each other? It’s delightfully unpredictable.
Anyway, Thranduil sent me home soon after that. But he let me stand in his world for a while, as thanks for letting him stand in mine as I crafted him a happier tale, and that was the strangest, most eye-opening perspective shift I have ever felt.
I stood in Tolkien’s world, and it held me up solidly. North, south, east, west, the sunny sky, the Greenwood, all the lands and mountains around it... they were literally all there. I could feel them.
Drugs schmugs. I guess I can trip on brainpower alone. I had an amazing sleep that night btw. If you ever get the chance, let the Elvenking take you to Middle-Earth, tire you out with a sweet tale, and tuck you in.
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weartirondad · 6 years ago
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My Superhero Wear
Summary: Peter is looking for a superhero costume. Tony is confused at first and then gets to tinkering on a Batmobile.
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“Hey kid, what are you up to?”, Tony asked upon seeing Peter already curled up on the couch in his workshop with his laptop on his lap, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
The teenager barely glanced up when he took the apple juice his mentor handed him and that intrigued Tony because - slowly fading hero worship or not - Peter always greeted him with a smile so big and wonderful it made him wonder how something so innocent had found a place in this cruel world. 
He let himself plop down next to the kid and leaned back with his arm stretched out on the back rest behind him, peaking over Peter’s shoulder. 
“I’m just looking for a costume for our last week of high school. We’re doing a motto week”, he explained, finally looking at Tony with a frown on his face as he took a sip from his juice before setting the glass back down on the table next to the couch. 
“And you want to go as a vampire?”, Tony asked in amusement, letting his eyes skim through the Amazon search he had open. “What kind of motto is that? Because if it’s horror then you are not allowed to go as a vampire, there are so many better costumes than-“ 
“No”, Peter laughed, “It’s not horror and I’m not going as a vampire. I’m just looking for a Batman cloak for the superhero motto.” 
“You’re-“, he paused, trying to make sense of what the kid had just said and failing spectacularly. After closing his mouth a few times without actually forming words he settled on a lame, “What?” 
“Batman?”, the teenager was watching him a little worriedly, “You know, that guy from the DC comics that protects Gotham?” 
“I know who Batman is”, Tony shot back with an eye roll, “The question is why on earth would you even consider going as Batman? You’re literally a superhero yourself. You know tons of real superheroes.” 
Peter grimaced at that, “Well, I think going to school dressed up as Spiderman would be a little too on the nose, don’t you think?”, he shrugged, “Besides, I like the Batman comics. You know he’s literally just a guy with fancy tech who decides to save the world just because he can. He’s not some alien or god with super powers. He’s just a man and he’s been through a lot and he’s still a hero.” 
“Right. Orphaned, rich, depending on his Butler to get him through the day, fancy tech, good looks, sort of a playboy, kind of a douche”, Tony trailed off, eyebrow raised in mock surprise, “I know who you could dress up as!” 
“You’re not a douche”, Peter gave back simply, ignoring the rest of the statement and leaning against his mentor’s side, “And you’re way way cooler than Batman anyway. Even without Ironman. I mean he needs people to design his tech for him. Also, I don’t think he’d be a very good dad”, he added as an afterthought, glancing up at Tony through his lashes. 
“Oh and I am?”, the billionaire wanted to know with a big grin, ruffling the kid’s hair as he leaned in closer.
“Well, you’re alright”, he shrugged even while turning his head to rest comfortably in the scrape of Tony’s neck, “But you forgot my snacks. You shouldn’t starve your enhanced Superkids. Or so I’ve heard.” 
 “I did not forget your snacks”, he argued and hadn’t he been so comfortable he would’ve toyed with the thought of leaning away just so he could cross his arms to pout. As it was, he really didn’t feel like moving and instead continued playing with the kid’s hair until it was thoroughly messed up. “I got us a mini fridge for the lab and you’ll find it to be filled with everything your heart may desire.” He felt more than a little proud of himself when Peter craned his neck to look over to where he was pointing.
“Did you get Doritos?”, he nodded in content before relaxing against Tony’s chest once more and when he heard the confirmation he grinned up at the man, “Well, then you’re the best dad ever.” 
“That’s what I thought”, Tony smirked, “So, to get back to the matter at hand, why aren’t you going as Ironman? You know I could give you some cool gadgets, all de-weaponized of course.”
“I know”, Peter practically whined, “But I’ve been dressing up as Ironman for these things since forever and MJ and Ned ordered me to come up with something new for our last week of school.” 
The billionaire smiled widely, pleased at both the admission and the fact that Peter wasn’t even embarrassed by it anymore. He had to get May to show him the pictures that undoubtedly existed. 
“Okay”, he said, “Then why not one of the other Avengers?”, he wanted to know curiously, “War Machine is kind of cool or, you know, the Hulk. I could make you a Hawkeye bow and send you out as Legolas or how about some fancy patriotic shield and a little helmet with wings so you can be our all favorite Capsicle.” 
Peter groaned at that, “War machine’s too similar to IronMan to count, I really don’t wanna run around with a costume that makes me like triple my size and I really really don’t want to be Captain America when I can’t be Ironman.” 
“Alright, squirt”, he said instead of making a big deal about his Cap dislike. They had had that argument a few times already and it always ended with Peter stubbornly refusing to listen to whatever he was saying in Steve’s defense.
Honestly, he knew the kid didn’t like the hero because of his fight with him, Tony, and as much as he tried to make him see that it wasn’t solely the other man’s fault, he couldn’t help but be happy about his stubbornness on the topic. Not for the first time he wondered if that was what it felt like to be a parent and to have someone look up at you with so much trust, as if you could do no wrong. It was nice. It made him feel loved and it made him want to be that person that Peter saw in him. 
“So we’re going to be making you a Batman costume then”, he declared, sitting up and leaning forward, pulling up a Starkpad and starting to type away, creating a new file on the matter. 
“I- uh, you really don’t have to do that”, Peter squeaked even as he leaned against Tony’s shoulder to get a better look at the hologram that popped up in front of them, “Wow. What are you planning?” 
“Well, a Batmobile for starters”, Tony laughed at his kid’s stare and continued working on a prototype for the car. He might’ve toyed around with the idea before Peter had ever brought it up. 
“And you’re gonna go over the outfit and if you want a cape that’s fine but you’re not going to be fighting crime with a cape. You’ll need an armor and the mask of course.” 
“This is going to be so cool!”, the teenager exclaimed, jumping up and bolting for his workplace with a cheer, “Do you think we could add something like interrogation made - only with a really deep Batvoice this time? Or- or, I could try to make the armor a little bit like my spider suit. Obviously not in red but what if-“ 
Tony let the kid ramble, only giving his input every once in a while when his imagination went a little too far or when he had an idea himself that he knew Peter would love. Otherwise he kept designing the car, finding that he had rarely ever designed his own cars and that it turned out to be a lot of fun. Maybe he could make Peter his own car as a graduation present. Or they could build one together. 
But right now he was perfectly content designing something incredibly over the top just so his kid could have a blast during his last week of school and that felt like the most important project he’d ever worked on. Besides the Spiderman suit.
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fresh-outta-jams · 6 years ago
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All I Want for Christmas
All I Want for Christmas
Taehyung x Reader
Author: Admin Mo Word Count: ~1.5k Genre: Fluff, Fantasy!AU, Elf!Taehyung x Reader, Christmas
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Christmas had finally made its way to Magus. Snow covered the campus, glittering on the branches of the trees in the courtyards and crunching under the boots of students as they walked from building to building.
You shivered in the cold, pulling your jacket a bit tighter around your trembling form. The holes in the back of the jacket made it difficult to keep warm, but there was no other way to wear jackets at all without accommodating for the large feathery wings that protruded from between your shoulderblades.
Finally, after trekking through the cold, snowy winter wonderland outside, you made it to the dorm building you called home and walked through the commons, where several students were wearing ugly christmas sweaters, santa hats, and drinking from red and green mugs. You walked past them and retreated to your room, desperate to get back to the safety of your nest of pillows and blankets and your laptop. It was much too cold for your liking. Too cold to fly. And therefore, too cold to be happy.
So instead, you put some cheesy Christmas movie on Netflix and settled in for a long, but warm night.
Until someone knocked on the door. Reluctantly, you grumbled and got out of your warm nest to open it. Standing there with a look in his eyes like a lost puppy dog was none other than Kim Taehyung, your favorite elf.
Tae wasn’t a moon elf. Nor was he a forest elf or a southern elf. No. Kim Taehyung was what you considered to be the best kind of elf: the kind that lived at the North Pole. And boy did it show. There was barely a time you found him humming something that wasn’t a Christmas song or drinking something other than hot chocolate. His pointed ears always stuck up out of the soft fluff that was his hair and his cheeks were eternally sparkling like fresh fallen snow.
He was rather tall for an elf though, standing taller than you and most of your friends, except for your werewolf friend named Namjoon and another northern elf named Sanha.
“(Y/N)...” He looked down at what you were wearing. Pajamas. “Do you have a Christmas sweater?”
“I might. Why?”
“We’re having a Christmas party in the commons.” He pointed back down the hall, where they were playing Christmas songs and singing. A playful grin snuck onto his face. “Besides, we need an angel on top of the tree.”
“Don’t you have a shelf to go sit on?” You chuckled and gave the tall elf a shove. “And besides, I may look like an angel, but the horns say otherwise.”
“Some angels have horns.” Tae tilted his head to the side, his warm brown eyes pleading you to follow him to the party, and try as you might, you couldn’t resist. “Please?”
“Fiiiiiiiine
” You exhaled. He smiled a happy boxy smile and jumped excitedly.
“Yaaaay!”
“I’ll be out in a minute. I just have to dig out my sweater.” You told him and closed the door. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would. The cold weather had brought all of your warm clothes to the front of your wardrobe. You changed into it, carefully pulling your wings through the fitted stretchy holes in the back and making sure not to get it caught in your large horns.
It was something simple. Something with a Christmas tree and a sky full of stars. But it looked nice nonetheless, complimenting your feathery brown wings. You adjusted the hair around your horns and threw on a few spritzes of perfume before opening the door to find Taehyung standing there waiting, a smile finding his face as you walked into the hallway.
“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You smirked, giving him a nudge.
“I wanted to.” He shrugged, smiling. He followed you down the hall, back to where the party was. You sat on the couch, beside Yoongi, your warlock friend who looked like he had been dragged here like you. Not entirely enthused to be there, but having a good time.
“So he found you after all.” Yoongi grinned sleepily and took a sip of cocoa you assumed wasn’t cocoa. The tired warlock hardly drank anything except coffee these days. “Welcome to the excitement.”
Tae had wandered off to the coffee machine they were using to make hot cocoa and returned a few minutes later with two mugs filled with so many marshmallows, you doubted there could be any cocoa hiding underneath. A candy cane stuck out of each one, the red stripes starting to melt onto the warm sugary fluff surrounding it.
“I like mine sweet. I’m sorry.” The elf apologized, sitting next to you on the couch.
“No, it’s fine.” You smiled, taking the mug from him and taking a sip of the very chocolatey cocoa. “Thank you, Tae.”
“Thank you for coming. I didn’t expect you to.”
“What, and say no to my favorite elf? I could never.” You gave him a little nudge with one of your wings. He smiled, cocoa whipped cream and marshmallow clinging to his top lip like a mustache. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Cute.”
He licked the cream off and grinned, cheeks flushing pinker than usual. They were always rosy. It was a northern elf thing. But something about you made him warm inside even when there were icicles hanging just outside the window.
“So why don’t you like Christmas?” He asked, taking you by surprise.
“It’s...it’s not that I don’t like Christmas. I DO like Christmas.” You struggled to put it into words. “When it gets cold out, my wings tense up and I can’t really fly outside. But I want to. I’m itching to. But I can’t.”
“Ohhh.” Taehyung sighed, finally understanding. “That makes sense.”
“So I get a little down in the winter, but it gets better in the spring. I promise.” You smiled and set the cocoa on the coffee table. “So, don’t you get homesick around Christmas time? I mean, you literally live at the North Pole.”
“A little bit.” He admitted. “It’s Christmas all the time there, so Christmas here definitely reminds me of home. But I have plenty of friends to have fun with here. And besides, the only angels back home are the tree-topper kind.”
“So you’ve never met a real one, then?”
“You’d be the first.” He said with a soft smile, despite the protests you always used when he called you that. You were not an angel. Not technically, anyway. But he insisted on using the nickname.
“Oh, hush.” You nudged him. “You’re cheesy.”
“Yeah, but you like it, though.” He pinched your cheek playfully. “Angel.”
“Shut up, Legolas.” You hit his arm and he laughed the happiest laugh you had ever heard. “I’ve got more where that comes from, Elfis Presley.”
“Are you sure I’m the cheesy one?”
“Oh come on, it took me like a week to think of that.”
“Yeah?” Tae laughed again, but his face went blank. His thinking face, you recognized. But what was he thinking about?
“You okay?”
“I just had the best idea for your Christmas present.” He smiled, taking your hands and pulling you up from the couch. He tugged you through the halls, away from the party, through the buildings, out into the courtyard, and across the moonlit paths. It was freezing cold, and snowing up a storm, but where he was taking you was warm. And he knew you would like it.
“The greenhouse?” You asked, looking around the tall glass building. Humidity hugged you, fluffing your feathers and chasing the goosebumps and shivers far away.
“So you can fly.” He said quietly, his deep whisper barely reaching your ears. Taehyung’s fingertips brushed over your shoulders, sending a pleasant chill up your spine. “Is...is it warm enough?”
“It’s perfect.” You spun around quickly, taking him by surprise. Because he was so tall, you had to stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, letting your wings finally, FINALLY spread themselves, stretching and preparing for flight.
You gave them a few practice flaps, powerful rushes of wind surging from your steadily rising form. Your legs relaxed as your wings took on your weight instead, propelling you further in the air. Oh, how you had missed this. Why hadn’t you thought of this sooner?
After giving your wings some practice and taking a lap or two through the warm, flower-filled paradise sitting in the middle of the dead of winter, you swooped back down and grabbed Taehyung, lifting him into the air. He let out a little yelp, going from watching you in awe to gripping you for dear life in a matter of seconds.
That’s right. He was afraid of heights. You deposited him on a large branch of the huge Merlin Tree sitting in the center of the greenhouse. He hugged the trunk of the tree.
“Woah.” Tae exhaled a shaky breath.
“Do you want me to put you back on the ground?” You asked. He turned to look at you, his brown eyes skimming up the tiniest bit. You thought, perhaps, that he was staring at your horns, but instead, he was looking at what was caught between them. Mistletoe.
“Do you know what I want for Christmas?” He asked quietly, taking a few shaky steps across the branch towards you.
“What?” You asked, looking up at him.
He smiled and tilted his head down, capturing your lips with his in a soft kiss. Snow continued to drift down, covering the world outside. But as long as you were in the arms of your favorite elf, the cold didn’t seem to bother you.
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Dimension Jumping pt. 2
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The Fellowship x Reader
Fluffy pants, creepy coworkers, and grocery lists. Fun times
Trigger warning: mentions of stalker.
After that kind of rocky introduction and confusing explanation of their quest and what they were doing exactly (also what happened to their wizard ‘Gandalf’) things began to work out better. 
At first, they were in a kind of panic since they aren’t able to destroy that ring thing if they’re in your world, but then you reminded them that they can’t destroy it, and this Sauron guy can’t get it. 
This seems to ease their worries a bit. 
It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbit’ cousins Merry and Pippin, and Samwise is a wonderful help in the kitchen. Mr. Legolas kinda just awkwardly stands around most of the time (he doesn’t sleep apparently), while the 'dwarf’, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elf’ which you find to be quite amusing. The two actual human dudes seem to be the more authoritative figures here, so they help to keep everyone in check and ensure they don’t break anything.
Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and you’ve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart you’re going to fucking murder him. Lucky for him, it seems he is quite fond of her in return since he sometimes sits idly on your couch with her laying across his lap. This asshole must have dog treats in his pocket or something because there’s no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies. 
Of course, you don’t complain about it or anything, rather you just leave it and enjoy the fact that Penny is happy (while silently plotting his painful murder in your mind). 
You also had to show them how to work the bathroom, and after they got over their initial shock and awestruck, they all bathed (thank god for your poor nose) and you offered to go get them more clothes later on so you can figure out how to wash theirs.
Overall, it seems that everything is going smoothly and will continue to do so. 
You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because you’re afraid they’ll die of shock. 
Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but they’re so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go. 
“Why do you wear those fluffy pants?” The sweet little Pippin asks. 
Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. “Because, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. I’m gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives." 
His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?" 
You nod your head with a bright smile on your face, lifting your leg up for him to touch it. "Feel how nice they are!" 
When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I don’t think I’ve felt trousers so soft before!" 
"Fluffy pants, Pippin. They’re called fluffy pants." 
"Fluffy pants.” He repeats in confirmation. 
His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. “Pip, what are you doing?" 
"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!” He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question. 
Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, “You’ve got such peculiar clothing
 I like it." 
"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that I’m going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since you’ll never want to wear anything but these ever again.” You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, “Oh, I’ve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, won’t you?" 
Yeah, they don’t need to since she’s busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless. 
You retreat to another room and begin to organize the things you moved from your guest bedroom, wanting everything to be less cluttered while they stay here. 
The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you don’t mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.
While you’re neatening things, the blond elf guy walks in and observes you for a few moments, saying nothing and kinda just standing there. You turn after a minute or so and look at him questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?" 
He doesn’t say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait. 
"What are you doing?” He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move). 
Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, “I’m cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. It’s kinda messy if you couldn’t tell." 
You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "I’m almost done. Did you need me for something?" 
He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance." 
Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type. 
"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,” you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, “over there.” You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty. 
He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.
“What made you allow us to stay?” He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily. 
You’re a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. “Well like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it
 I didn’t know you’d lost your friend, but I could tell something wasn’t right. And
 I don’t know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldn’t kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.” It’s true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently you’ve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life. 
“There’s something you’re not saying.” He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while he’s right you only shrug. 
“My reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.” You don’t mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood. 
“I meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious." 
You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, don’t say sorry. I’m just a bit cranky is all, haven’t been getting much sleep." 
He can tell that’s not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop. 
Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door. 
When she abruptly stops, you pause and decide to finish with the last small stack you have before going out to check.
Big mistake.
Once you walk out of the storage closet, you’re met with the sight of two hiding hobbits, and Aragorn at the  freaking  door. Your eyes widen in horror, and you turn and close the door in Legolas’ face before he can exit. 
When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'ranger’ and smiles. 
"Oh, Y/N there you are!" 
Uh oh, he’s not supposed to be there. 
"B-Brian, hey, what
 what are you doing here?” You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. “I didn’t even know you knew my address
" 
He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Don’t worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You haven’t been answering your messages and this is the most work you’ve missed in the past, like, 4 years.” His tone is bright and cheery, but you can see behind that mask of pleasantries is nothing but a prying brat who has to know everything 24/7. 
You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, “Yes, well I’ve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I don’t see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until I’m ready to come back.” You never liked Brian. Much too nosy and too much of a snake for your liking.
You pull your phone out of your pocket and see that you have
 holy shit, 43 missed messages? All from Brian? Ew, okay, that’s weird. 
But you decide not to comment on it.
“Right, well, who is this? I haven’t seen him before." 
Shoot. 
You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my
 boy
friend
 Ara- Er, Aaron. He’s, uh, staying here because his house burned down.” God, you’re a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. “Who he is doesn’t matter, I’m kinda busy right now so if you could just
" 
You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didn’t know you have a boyfriend!” His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,
Ughhhhh  fucking Brian . 
Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, “Is there an issue over here?" 
Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir. 
"Wait, who is this then?” His countenance goes kinda sour, “Your other boyfriend?" 
You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brian’s bitter comment). "This is
 Aaron’s druggie brother, Bo
Beau. He likes meth.”
Brian looks alarmed at your mention of him being a meth head, but you only smile and internally kick yourself for coming up with something like that . “You have crackheads staying at your house?! With how you’ve been recently?! S-Should I-" 
You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls don’t need their  coworkers  to keep them safe. I’ve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or I’ll call Marissa and tell her about,” you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, “The janitors closet
" 
His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight you’d walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! I’ll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!" 
He’s gone before you even close the door. 
You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.
"Miss Y/N?” Merry calls from behind the couch. “What did he mean by 'how you’ve been’? Are you alright?" 
Unable to keep your cool, you reach up and bury your fingers in your hair and groan loudly from frustration, "Ugh! Fucking Brian! Why did you have to open the door to that loser!?” You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You don’t even entertain the idea of answering that question.
Aragorn seems surprised by your sudden angry outburst, so much so that he steps back and bumps against the wall. 
“He’s always in my damn business! Acting like I haven’t caught him doing  unmentionable  things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!” You don’t mean to yell or to get so angry, but it’s almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. “He’s such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!”
You drag your hands down your face and simply stand there for a moment, ignoring all the people gathering in your living room to stare at their mental brake-down having hostess.
“I apologize, I-I didn’t mean to-” Woah he actually trips over his words.
Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. “No, shut up. Don’t apologize I’m not actually mad at you.” It sounds like you are, but you aren’t.
If you were looking at him, you’d see that he visibly relaxes. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell I just
 he frustrates me. I’m not angry at any of you, I promise.” You drop your hands back to your side and stare at the door for a few moments before turning and walking back into the living room.
“You’re kind of scary,” Sam states from Frodo’s side at the entrance of the kitchen. 
You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, “Scary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.” If anything they’re the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that. 
You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, “I’m really sorry." 
A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door." 
This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks you’re my homeless male friend and he’s your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.” You don’t bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place. 
Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, “What’s meth?" 
Lord save your soul. 
—
After explaining to everyone what meth is and how you straight up just called Boromir a doped up loser to someone none of them know, you all have a good laugh. And once you’re all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that he’s taken an inventory of your kitchen. 
"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?” You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor. 
“Who is chef Ramsay?” Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter. 
Oh, right, the poor soul doesn’t know the meme. 
“Nobody, what are you up to?” You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen. 
“Well
 your shelves are lacking a lot. And your
 what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?" 
You don’t reply right away, staring holes into him at his obviously spotty memory. "Well, Sam the thing is, I am one woman, and this one woman didn’t think she’d need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they haven’t seen food for the past week
 every meal." 
"So then perhaps we should go shopping!” He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor. 
Excuse me, did he just say 'we’? Uh, yeah no.
You shake your head quickly, “No, Sam there aren’t people like you in my world. I can’t take you." 
His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I can’t tell you what to get if I don’t go
" 
Aw
 he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?”
Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, “Oh, that sounds wonderful!" 
Bingo. 
"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said she’ll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!” Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. 
You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. “Here you are, dear. Take your time, and I’ll go tomorrow. And don’t forget to ask everyone else what they want.”
Hopefully, you won’t live to regret this. 
Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin. 
These fellas are going to bankrupt you
 but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then it’s definitely worth it. 
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