#anyway legolas is helping you with this and instead of giving him a nice little hiding place or a disguise of his own
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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 (đšSARCASM ALERT đš) 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
#apparently it doesnt even always have to be a regular lotr post#anyhow i will never speak about the professors writing the way i talk about the thing they call writing that resulted in lotro mordor quest#its one of those 'theres a lot of really compelling stuff here and i dont think you the people who wrote it are aware of that' things#its not that bad there were just a lot of missed opportunities and like. things they skimmed over that they really shouldnt have#you disguise yourself as an orc to infiltrate a garrison at the tower of cirith ungol#who are investigating why the previous garrison all randomly murdered each other#and theyve heard tell of some 'great elf warrior' who they say was involved#sam obviously#but they dont know that#and neither does legolas or the player character although legolas does eventually figure it out#anyway legolas is helping you with this and instead of giving him a nice little hiding place or a disguise of his own#he just spends the entire story arc standing on the road in front of the tower#you go in and put on your disguise and all the orcs tell you about this elf warrior theyre after#whos clearly very dangerous and theyre all terrified that theyll be next if they dont kill or capture him#and then you go out and talk to your elf warrior friend whos standing LITERALLY ON THE DOORSTEP#the whole time i was like 'oh okay i see where this plot is going' and then it just. didnt#it was so frustrating!!!!!
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Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)
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. âWell, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.â 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 wasnât sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasnât 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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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.
âCoffee?â
âYeah, thank you,â he answered, absentmindedly. âHey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?â
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.
âIâm no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!â
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.
âYou 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, youâre just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.
âI can show you a bit of drumming right now, if youâd like?â He offered. âJust a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.â
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.
âOkay, this isnât working,â he laughed. âWould you mind, um, moving between my legs?â
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 sheâd already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally sheâd 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 wasnât sure if she was crossing lines she shouldnât as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasnât like there was anything else to it. This wasnât 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.
âSee? Natural talent,â he laughed behind her.
Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.
âAh, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!â Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what sheâd learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.
âGood job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,â 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, thatâd be fucking greatâŠ
She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. âI see why you like drumming, itâs fun.â
âThank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?â Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.
âActually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didnât know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.â
âAre we scary?â
âNo, no. Youâre all lovely. You are the biggest group Iâve worked for so far, so thereâs that. ButâŠâ Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. âYou four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you âpeople after Godâs heartâ,â she imitated her motherâs Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.
âShocking, I know, that weâre normal!â
Y/n smacked his chest.
âNo! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ânormalâ.â
âEven the driver?â
âEspecially the driver.â
***
Damiano hadnât meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldnât 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 wouldnât 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.
âWhat about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?â
âYes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,â she would snicker into her wine glass.
âWhat if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard⊠work, eitherâŠâ
âWhy donât you come and find out, the door is unlockedâŠâ
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 didnât 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 didnât 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. âY/n I want snacks.â
âI bought snacks, theyâre in the cupboard.â
âBut, fun snacks! Like you,â the bassist winked.
âAs much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.â She kissed the top of the blondeâs head. âYou can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.â
Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. âBut what if I canât, Y/n,â she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. âWhat if I waste away without fun snacks.â
âVic, love, nothing here will make you die because you havenât had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.â
âAnd I donât regret a thing!â 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. Victoriaâs arm looped around Y/nâs 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/nâs shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassistâs 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 sheâd 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 hadnât been returning his flirtations the way heâd been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?
Dwelling on these thoughts wasnât going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity⊠as interesting as they would be as drag names, they werenât 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 wasnât surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didnât possess. Maybe itâs the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasnât 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 didnât want to talk.
As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, âYou alright?â
His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadnât 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 Victoriaâs mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasnât dislike.
***
âSNACKS!â 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 couldnât 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.
âNo healthy stuff from the petrol station!â He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.
âThomas!â 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 didnât 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.
âOh no, youâre not putting that on the internet!â Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasnât impressed.
âToo late!â 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.
âStop it with that face,â Y/n scolded, but she couldnât keep the smile at bay. âGo pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.â
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 couldnât 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.
Itâs past midnight. Heâs in the same sweatshirt heâs 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, heâd 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/nâs face or the way Damianoâs eyes kept flicking up and down their assistantâs 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.
âY/n, wait up,â Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. âLet me help you.â
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.
âSoâŠâ She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. âSaw you staring at Damiano in there.â
Great, this wasnât 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.
âI- uh- I donât know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.â
Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldnât be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and⊠uptight for that. And they didnât exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.
âYou know, thereâs no harm in it. Heâs a very attractive man,â she said, playfully nudging Y/nâs side. âPretty sure everyoneâs had the hots for him at some point.â
âWell I havenât, it's very unprofessional.â Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.
Sure, she hadnât. Thatâs 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 wasnât what Vic was going to say. It wouldnât get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.
âAll my friends used to have a crush on him in school,â Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. âTheyâd 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. Heâs always been like that. Music has always come first. Itâs why I think itâs so peculiar how interested he is in you.â
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.
âHeâs not interested in me, donât 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 doesnât even see me like that, anyway, so itâs fine. Itâs not like Iâm his type, and like, I mean-â
âHey,â 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 wasnât kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. âIâm serious though. I know itâs early days, but if you feel something for him? Iâm not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. Heâs a great guy. And Iâll personally punch him if he isnât. And I think youâre great Y/n. You deserve good things.â
For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/nâs 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 hadnât seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/nâs voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, âThank you.â
***
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.
âOooh happy hour!â Victoria squealed. âFirst round of cocktails is on me!â
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 Thomasâ retelling before. Damiano couldnât help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that sheâd had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. Sheâd 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.
Itâs 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 weâre actually getting somewhere here.
âUm, excuse me?â
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.
âAre you MĂ„neskin?â
âWe are, actually!â Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. âDo you guys want some pictures?â
The girls didnât seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didnât 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. Heâd 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.
âGuys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,â 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.
âRight letâs get you back to the hotel,â Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. âBut donât worry, the nightâs not over yet - bring your swimsuits, Iâve got a little surprise for you.â
***
Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. Sheâd slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure theyâd 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 sheâd get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.
She didnât notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldnât 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 âfor hair-related reasonsâ 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 couldnât 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 wasnât⊠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, âno, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to themâ.
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 sheâd 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 couldnât 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 sheâd 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.
âY/n! Come swim with us!â Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.
âYou kids go have fun,â she laughed. âIâm fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesnât mean I do too!â
âAh, youâre no fun, Y/n. One night wonât kill you,â Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.
âWell, I didnât even bring my swimsuit, so itâs out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.â 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 itâd give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.
âOh, rubbish, you party pooper!â Vic shouted back. âYour underwear will do just fine, itâs not like anyone is here to tell you off.â
Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasnât caused by alcohol crept onto her face.
âIâm alright, you have fun.â
Damianoâs 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.
âGet over here now or weâre dragging you in!â Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.
Oh, no way Iâm getting out of the water right now, not like this.
âOh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ânot having funâ,â she laughed.â 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. âHappy?â
âFor now,â Vic laughed. âBut donât think youâll always get out of things this easily!â
âOh come on guys, leave her be.â 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. âSorry about them - they donât know when to quit.â
Y/n giggled at his comment.
âItâs cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.â 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. âThere you go. Canât have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!â
A scowl appeared on Damianoâs face. He knew he shouldnât 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 wasnât 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.
âDonât you dare dunk me!â
Damiano didnât 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.
âAw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!â Thomas laughed loudly.
âYou dick! You untied it!â
Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoriaâs half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.
âUm - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?â 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.
âYou are the only one that seems to mind, amore⊠Do you not like my tits?â Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/nâs eyes.
âNo! No, I mean- Thatâs not what I mean. Um⊠I donât know - is it just me or is it hot in here?â Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.
âThe only one thatâs hot here is you, Y/n,â Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vicâs 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.
âOh, I think Iâm going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?â
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.
âThanks, babe, youâre a doll!â Victoria grinned, taking the assistantâs hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided heâd 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 âhiâ. Youâve 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 didnât 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.
âDonât mind those fools,â he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldnât hear. âTheyâre just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.â
âWell, itâs not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool⊠I mean - good. You know? ⊠fucking hell.â She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. âI donât know whatâs wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.â
Yet, the smile on her face hadnât 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. âYour, uh⊠eyes⊠theyâre pretty.â
âDonât even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?â 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. âYour eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so donât deprive me of them.â
She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. âAlright, I can do that.â 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. âYou just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?â
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 wasnât going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. âOf course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, âtake the pissâ?â
She smirked. âOh! Then thatâs fine.â
Damiano was sure his heart wasnât 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.
âY/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!â 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/nâs 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.
âThat is really pretty,â Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed
âPretty? Itâs fucking cool! See,â she turned back to Y/n, âyou are rock ânâ roll!â
Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadnât 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.
âI mean... you think youâre the only ones with tattoos?â Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. âThat one hurt like a bitch-â
âThat one?â Damiano threw in. âDoes that mean thereâs more?â
Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. âAnyway, itâs late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - Iâm not trying to parent you, but somebodyâs gotta be responsible here!â She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. âCome on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!â
***
After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damianoâs door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.
âNot who you were expecting?â She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad theyâd all gotten their own rooms for the night and didnât 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.
âWhat can I do for you?â Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.
âHow about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?â A grin spread on her face. She knew sheâd 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. âPretty touchy, if you ask me.â
âWell, we were talking. Donât need to tell you everything I do.â He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. âWhy?â
âYes you do, Iâm one of your best friends!â She didnât hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. âJust interested to know what you think of her. You know, because Iâm your friend and I care. And Iâm nosey, so spill.â
He started groaning into the pillow.
âIf I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?â He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. âI donât know, Vic, she walked into our lives andâŠâ His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.
âWait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!â Her smile came back tenfold. âI love this!â
He shot up from his lying position. âNo! No, you donât love this! I donât love this! I have no fucking clue what Iâm doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I canât stop thinking about her, itâs turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- ⊠I talk too much donât I?â
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you so flustered!â Victoria remarked in amazement. âYouâre actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.â 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.
âIâm not gonna tell her shit! Sheâs our assistant, for godâs 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 donât know what to do,â he moans, falling back onto the bed. âI havenât been like this since school.â
Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasnât 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/nâs feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasnât her place to meddle. Right?
âI donât want to make her uncomfortable. I donât wanna scare her away.â He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. âHas she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?â
A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldnât help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. âLook, Damiano. Iâm not gonna pretend like I didnât notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know sheâs not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.â
âWoo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that⊠I think. Okay, what does she like⊠Y/n, what does she- She doesnât really talk about herself that much, does she..â Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. âThis was so much easier when I wasnât invested⊠Why do I have to be invested, Vic?â
He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. âArgh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just canât focus when sheâs around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?â
âYouâve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,â Victoria shook her head in amusement. âBut yes, I did. I told you, sheâs interested. Canât tell you how deep that runs, Iâve 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?â
âYeah, youâre right. She works for us. Thatâs⊠thatâs a giant, neon ânoâ.â He stopped walking, looking out of the window. âI need to cool it, donât I? Weâre on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.â He sighed, staring off into the distance. âWe should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?â
âDonât get in over your head about this,â she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadnât expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. âItâs the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now letâs get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!â
âYouâre right, I donât know what I was thinking. Thank you.â He pulled Victoria into a hug. âThank god youâre here. Wouldnât know what to do. Goodnight.â
She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, âI have music to performâŠâ
***
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 couldnât help one last thought entering her mind.
I wonder if he is thinking of me.
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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 arenât exact opposites. I see Negaduck and Darkwing Duck as having the same big ego.Â
So in my headcanon, long story short, in âpresentâ 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. Unoâs Negaverse version is named Alpha, and a more cynical bitter A.I. He actually doesnât like organics much. He likes Donald though, and will help and protect him when he does his anti-hero work.Â
Hereâs a lovely commissioned pic of my headcanon for them done by @sleepy-oggyogerâÂ
So anyways, for Negaverse Odin-
So being a little bit further in the future, Scrooge doesnât have control of Duckburg. For my Nega Odin I may end up sticking with the name Osiris for. I wish I could find another âOâ named god that also means one but it's HARD.Â
Heâs 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 cityâs 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 theyâre living the safest healthiest life? Like the average organic adult should go to be at 10 pm. Heâs not gonna throw you in prison but heâs gonna have drone heâs talking through show up at 9:45 pm and see why you have had trouble sleeping. If this is your third offense heâs going to take all the caffeine products out of your house and replace it with much healthier things and also hereâs some extra healthy groceries for you too. Hereâs some new pillows, let the little arms on the drone fluff those pillows for you. Letâs check your organic body readings and see if a medical solution is needed and instantly get a prescription to help.Â
Nega Odin, for the most part, is being âgoodâ to the citizens of St. Canard but has the energy of Legolasâ 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 heâs so disgusted with humanity heâd 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.Â
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 (Iâm 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 isnât THAT bad. I mean, crime is barely anything, and jail is 100% a rehabilitating structure. Free healthcare! Paid a living wage and your boss canât 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 alrightâŠ. Creepy but cared for? I guess?
And the Duckburg know Nega Odin something immortal but he doesnât let him know heâs a robot. Theyâre left to wonder how heâs not aging over the decades. Maybe heâs a vampire? That would explain some thingsâŠ. 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.Â
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 heâs doing it to the whole city. sobbbb.
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The Arrangement pt 2
Strider shook his head with laughter as you fell from a tree. âOwwwâ you whined. âHow is it that you can climb trees but coming back down is an issue?â Strider teased. âI blame lack of balance.â you said. He kneeled next to you, pulling you forward before you winced. He shook his head and you sighed. âWhen are we heading back?â you asked. âWe should be back by nightfall.â Strider said. You almost seemed to pout in response. âCome now, it wonât be that bad.â Strider said, helping you up. âItâs enough that I was born into the the title, but now I have to officially accept it through a ceremony. This is ridiculous.â You huffed. âBuuuttt you canât get out of it.â Strider said. âI mean... You could kidnap me.â you suggested. He rolled his eyes. âY/n, you know the deal.â he said. âAlright! Alright. But only if you suffer through the coronation too.â you said. âY/n, I was already going.â He said. You grinned. âReally? Color me impressed for wanting to be there!â You said. â....I never said I wanted to go, I said I was goingâ He said.Â
You two walked, you listening to the trees with a sigh. âWhat are they saying?â He asked. He wasnât elven and didnât have the gift for listening to nature. He had heard from others on how elves could listen to nature. âOthers have been through here. Probably on their merry little ways to my official ceremony of suffering.â you said making him shake his head. âSome people would kill for this life.â He said. âWhen have I been other people?â you asked. â...Fair point.â He nodded.Â
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 didnât know. He wasnât going to question why but he was confused on why your father wouldnât tell you that he was the heir to Isildur. He put the ring back in the bag, walking out and back to Legolas.Â
"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. âY/n. Breathe.â Legolas said, standing on your other side. âMy. feet. wonât. move.â you muttered. âY/n. Itâs a pleasure to see you again.â Galadriel said. You let go of Striderâs hand, Galadriel hugging you, She whispered an incantation in your ear, you immediately feeling calmer. âThank you.â You whispered. âYou seemed anxious.â she said softly, pulling away. âLetâs sit.â Legolas suggested. You nodded, Legolas pulling your chair out for Arwenâs 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.Â
The evening continued with talks of politics, speaking of the leaders. Then the story of the ring made the air tense âWhatever happened to that ring anyway?â One of the ambassadors asked. âIsildur never disposed of it. Itâs been lost ever since.â Elrond said. Strider seemed to tense up, swallowing his drink. You seemed bored by the conversation, Strider taking it as youâve heard this many times. Arwen looked over at Strider who had a unreadable expression. âI donât think it has been... Completely lost.â you said, earning looks to you. âAre you implying you know where the ring is?â Thranduil asked. You shifted slightly. âIâve heard rumblings. From the trees and the earth. Something is happening out there. Something strange.â You said. âIâve heard similar rumblings myself.â Galadriel agreed. Good. So you werenât on the brink of insanity.Â
âConsidering how long the ring has been hidden, I donât expect it to turn up any time soon.â Thranduil commented. âNeither do I. Though it doesnât hurt to be cautious.â Elrond nodded. âIt wonât turn up for at least another twenty years.â Galadriel said. âExperiencing your visions again dear?â Celeborn asked. âThis is one I can see clearly.â She said simply. âIt will come to us in a unexpected form.â She said. âWill we be rid of the damn thing?â Thranduil asked. âThat is not clear.â She said with slight disappointment. Legolas looked over at you with a small distain.Â
âWhile weâre on the subject of foresight... Is there any way you can examine Y/n or at least Arwen?â Elrond asked. You turned your vision to Galadriel. âWould you mind?â 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. âThere are many things to see with you my dear.â She said, closing her eyes. âYou have a strong will to protect. Very appropriate for a leader to have.â Galadriel said softly. Strider rose a brow as Galadriel opened her eyes, wide with surprise. âIs something wrong?â you asked. âYou will sit upon a throne if the future is hopeful.â She said. âwith the man.â She added, everyoneâs vision going to Strider. âI donât think--â âThere is more to you than you are telling us.â She said. Strider swallowed hard, disturbed by this comment.Â
You looked at Galadriel and then Strider. âYou are--â âstop.â you halted. Everyone looked to you. âI trust Strider. If he truly has been keeping another identity then he will tell me with time.â You said simply. âYou put a lot of trust in someone whoâs been lying to you.â Thranduil said, a disapproving look on his face. âIt was foolish to assume is birth name was âStriderâ to begin with. I think itâs more of a title than an actual name.â You fired back. âSheâs not wrong.â Strider said, clearing his throat. âWe were well aware of the concealed identity.â Arwen said with a sigh. You looked over surprised. âForesight runs within my veins as well.â She said. âYou know?â Strider asked, now realizing how Elrond mustâve learned this. âI have known for two months.â She said, sipping on her elven wine. She mustâve told Elrond... She had to for him to just abruptly give him the ring. âStrider. A word.â You said, nodding to the doors.Â
You pulled him into another room. âWhat the hell is going on in there?â you asked. âI...â He sighed. âI will explain after this. Itâll make more sense.â He said. âPromise me that I can still trust you after this.â you said. He paused, looking in your eyes. âPromise me that you are going to be honest with this, and tell me the truth.â You said. He couldnât lie to those eyes. Those beautiful, telling eyes. âI will try.â he said. You nodded before walking back in.Â
The evening continued, an awkward tension over everyone as time passed. Finally though, it was over, you and Strider walking to his room. âAre you going to explain?â 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. âYouâre... Thereâs no way.â You gaped. âI am Aragorn. Son of Arathorn II and Gilraen.â He said. You swallowed. âNow I know why you kept it from me. Thatâs... Quite a lot of information to process.â You gaped. âTake all the time you need, I understand if this makes things tense between--â âWhy havenât you made a claim for Gondor?â you asked. He put his hand on the back of his head, looking away. âI donât trust myself to be a leader.â He admitted. âWhy?â You asked. âMy ancestor, the one from which I receive this ring from, is someone who became mad with power.â He said. You frowned. âWhat if temptation weakens me like it did him?â Aragorn asked. You stepped forward, lifting both of his hands and pulling back his sleeve and placing both of your thumbs on his veins. âYou may share his blood Aragorn. But you will never be like Isildur.â you said softly. âHow do you know that?â Aragorn asked. âBecause Isildur wouldnât have been worried about messing things up this badly to a point where he walked away from power.â You said. He looked down and you shook your head. âThereâs 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.â you said softly.Â
Aragorn swallowed hard, looking at you with wide eyes. âI should go to bed. Long day tomorrow.â you breathed. âOh! What do you wish for me to call you?â you asked. âWhat?â He asked. âYouâre clearly uncomfortable by your heritage so do you want me to call you âStriderâ or âAragornâ?â You asked. He pondered. âAragorn when weâre here or just you and me, Strider when weâre elsewhere and in the presence of others.â He said. âYou got it, Aragorn.â you said, small smirk coming to play upon your lips as you left.Â
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 didnât hate his name. For the first time, he could actually breathe.
For the first time, he wore the ring. Â
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Hobbit!Legolas x Reader: Meeting
(Authorâs 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 couldnât fight the feeling in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.
. . . .
  ââJust go to Middle Earthâ, he said,â you muttered aloud. ââItâll be funâ, he said.  Well, Gandalf, Iâm not exactly having the time of my life!â You withdrew the sword from the spiderâs corpse in front of you.  âWhen I see him again, Iâm going to give him a piece of my mind.â
  â_________, what are you muttering about?â Kili asked, glancing at you and then at the dead spider. âNice kill, by the way.â
  You shrugged. âThanks.  So, do you know if we have a plan to get out of here? These spiders are just gross.  I didnât even want to come here in the first place.â
  âWeâre just fighting our way out, looks like,â he replied, turning to watch your back. âThink you could lend me a sword?â
  âSorry, Iâm out of extras.â 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 youâd 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.
  â_______!â 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.
  âDrop the sword.â Â
  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. Â
  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 wouldnât 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 Gloinâs wife his brother, and his son a goblin.
  Just you wait, Legolas. Youâre 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. âAre these dwarves keeping you their prisoner? I cannot imagine any other reason a young woman would travel with such a⊠crew.â
  âI am not their prisoner,â 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.  âThey are my good friends. Iâd appreciate it if you didnât raise false accusations against them.â
  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.Â
  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.
  âLeave it! There is no way out! This is no Orc dungeon,â Balin scolded. âThese are the Halls of the Woodland realm. No one leaves here, but, by the kingâs consent.â
  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.
  â________,â Bofur called. â You okay, lass? Youâve been awfully quiet.â
  âYeah, Iâm fine,â you replied. âJust tired, thanks.  Everyone up there alright?â
  âWeâre fine, dear,â Balin assured you. âI can almost guarantee that Thranduil is offering Thorin a deal. The question is: will Thorin take him up on it?â
  âConsidering how he feels about these people,â you hesitated. âIâd say our chances of him taking the deal are slim.â
  âIâm afraid I agree,â 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 Kiliâs cell talking.  Those two were so cute.
  Suddenly, a shadow was cast over your cell. Legolas stood there gazing at you quietly.  You hadnât even heard him approach!
  âWhat business does a young woman have with a group of dwarves reclaiming Erebor?â he asked.
  âThatâs a good question,â you nodded. âI asked myself that a few times when the journey first began.â
  âYou didnât answer my question.â He didnât sound angry, just curious. âI do not understand why you would endure such a journey for people who are not your own.â
  âI do not have to be from Erebor to care about them,â you countered. âI think you place too much importance on where a personâs from or who their people are. Itâs normal to take pride in those things.  I know I do!  But friendship and comradery should go beyond that.â
  He was silent for a few moments, as if taking in all that you said. âYou are wiser than you look.â
  âOh...thanks?â you werenât sure if that was an insult or compliment for certain.
  âI meant, you are wise beyond your years,â he clarified.
  âOhh,â you nodded in understanding. A compliment.  âThank you, I appreciate that.â
  âAppreciate what?â
  âWhat you said.â
  âI was merely stating an observation,â he said dismissively. âYou are...different.  Not like any maidens here.â
  âWell, Iâm not from around here,â you explained. âWhere I come from, this place is the stuff of legend. I suppose even here it is.â  With a pause, your eyes found his. âItâs very beautiful.â
  âIt is,â he agreed. âThough I would not mind traveling, visiting the other realms. Your home- you said it was not around here.  What is it like?â
  âLike me, itâs...different,â you went on. âIt is beautiful in its own way.â  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.  âI donât believe we have formally introduced ourselves.  I am ________, member of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.â
  Legolasâ lips formed a small smile. âI am Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood.â
  âI suppose itâs a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances.â
  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. âI must go.â
  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 theyâd 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 hadnât been simply about protecting Mirkwood, he had rescued you. Something flashed between you. You werenât sure what, but it was something.
  The fight progressed, and you even got a hold of an orcâs 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 orcâs shriek, turning to glance at it and then you before resuming conflict.
  The streamâs 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 youâd see them again soon, but until then, a part of you would miss Legolas Greenleaf. Â
  How silly. You thought to yourself. Youâve only just met him. No need to get all mushy already.
Still, you couldnât fight the feeling in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.
Part 2
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Dimension Jumping pt. 4
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
The reason your boss is so lenient on your attendance is because of your crystal clean record and nature of your job.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"Are you going out somewhere? To the store again, maybe?" Pippin asks, walking up to you with curiosity in his face.Â
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?"Â
Ah, you should've guessed he would ask about that, "I've just gotta deal with it, babe, it be like that sometimes."Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
"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."Â
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.Â
"If you're sure..."Â
"I am."Â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
And by withering and resentful I mean pouty and petulantly irritated.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
You look at him weirdly and shake your head no, "Um, not at the moment. No."Â
"How can you not want one?"Â
"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."Â
"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.Â
"That if someone wants a cookie, then they should get one. It's what people do."Â
"I mean, yes I guess you're right..." And then it dawns on you, "Boromir and Aragon won't let you have a cookie."Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
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."Â
"Well, I guess that's fair. You are an adult." The only way out of this odd conversation is agreement.Â
"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."Â
"Well, what are you both going to do about it? Hobbit rebellion?"Â
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."Â
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.Â
"Where is everyone?" You question, walking up to Aragorn who is crouched down and petting Penny.Â
"Gimli and Boromir are outside with Frodo and Sam and Legolas... I'm not sure where he is."Â
You hum your understanding and then ask, "So, no cookies for Pippin and Merry."Â
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."Â
"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.Â
"Do not worry about them. Once they've eaten they'll get what they desire." He assures, looking over at the two whispering hobbits.Â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"Y/N?" Someone says loudly suddenly.Â
You look over quickly and see Legolas staring straight into your soul.Â
Was he talking to you? Did he ask you a question or something? Oh god, you don't know! "Um... yeah?"Â
"You did not hear what I said." He states matter of factly, amusement sparkling in his eyes.Â
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.Â
"It's nothing important really, what were you saying?"Â
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."Â
"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?Â
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."Â
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.Â
"I can do that." He replies easily.Â
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"Y/N?" Sam calls from his spot on the couch next to you.Â
You turn your head away from the TV and look down at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah?"Â
"Do you abuse drugs? Like how you told that man Boromir does."Â
You laugh nervously and answer his question with a question, "Why do you ask?"Â
"Because you seemed to know a lot about it when you explained it the other day."Â
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.Â
Sam looks at you weirdly and asks more slowly this time, "But I thought they weren't alive?"Â
"They aren't. It was a joke."Â
Realization spreads across his face and he smiles this time, "Oh! Well, it was really funny!"Â
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.Â
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."Â
Fair enough.Â
You nod your head in understanding and say nothing more about it.Â
This comfortable silence prevails for a little while before there is a sudden crash in the guest room and some yelling.Â
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."Â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"Merry?" You question after a moment of looking at him and him looking at the wall, your eyebrows furrowed, "Is everything okay."Â
"Pippin isn't talking to me."Â
Your mouth runs before you can even think of an actual proper response to that, "Enjoy it while it lasts."Â
He looks up at you with an expression akin to annoyance on his face and then grumbles, "I was trying to."Â
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."Â
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."Â
It's silent while you wait for him to go on, but he just continues to look at you expectantly.Â
"Wait, that's it?" You ask incredulously, looking at him like he'd grown two heads.Â
"Yes, that's it. Is there supposed to be more?"Â
Good god, these guys are total babies.Â
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.Â
Boromir is the person to answer the door, and when he sees you standing there he offers a smile, "Oh, hello Y/N."Â
"Yes, hi. Is Pippin in there?" You question, standing up on your toes to look over his shoulder into the room.Â
"This is about their argument." He states, not answering your question.Â
"It is. Tell him to come here."Â
He nods and turns his head, "Pippin, will you join us for a moment?"Â
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.Â
You take a step back and ask quietly so as to not disturb the others, "Why won't you talk to Merry?"Â
"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?"Â
Yikes, he got you. "Maybe he did."Â
"Well tell him I'm not interested."Â
"Pippin, come now calm down. Surely Merry hasn't made you that angry." Boromir cuts in, placing his hand down on his shoulder.Â
"Can't the two of you try and see this from my perspective?"Â
A moment of silence passes by before you slowly crouch down in sync with Boromir.Â
"Oh, it is different down here." You comment as a smile begins to creep on your face.Â
Pippin doesn't say anything or react right away before he turns and goes back to his makeshift bed and crawls under the covers.Â
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."Â
"Undoubtedly so."Â
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.Â
When you walk in he looks up and smiles with hope shining in his eyes.Â
Poor dear.Â
"Well?" He asks, standing up from his spot on the couch.Â
"So, I talked to Pippin..."Â
"And?"
"Now he's not talking to me or Boromir."Â
His eyes go wide and he looks truly shocked. "What!? What did you do?"Â
"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."Â
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?"Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
"I suppose that's fair..."Â
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."Â
"Yes... That is something he would do."Â
"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.Â
He smiles vibrantly, reaching up to pat your hand on his shoulder lightly, "Thank you!"Â
"My pleasure."Â
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Legolas x reader
Imagine distracting the enemy with your twerking that wasnât twerking because you canât twerk. So itâs 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 âthey are taking the hobbits to Isengard. â 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 wasnât 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 ,âwhat is she doing?â He was more that confused.
âIt seems she is trying to seduce the riders with a dance.â Aragorn was even confused by what he had just said, you werenât from this world if you hadnât guessed, well you should know. Dumbass.
âIs this a human courting ritual , Aragorn?â Gimil asked , smirking at legolas.
âNot of one I have heard of.â
âWe cannot let her be on her own., who knows what they will do to her, after seeing something so suggestive.â Legolas Spoke angrily , before leaping towards you. You didnât 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,âso much for you goes sneaking past while I distracted them.â You whispered only to earn a jab in the side from legolasâ 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. âWhat brings an man, an elf , a dwarf and a women into land of Rohan..â 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,âwhat?â He whispers annoyed ,âthat man is pretty.â 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. âMiss, what was with that dance you were doing?â He questioned you.
You push your posture up, smirking at the man, âwell pretty boy, I thought you and your dudes were evil ,so I was trying to distract you so my friends could find our hobbits.â A smile appeared on the mans lips âso you were willing to give your life to help find your friends , that is very noble miss..â
âY/n, I also just thought it would be fun to shake my ass on in the open space..â , Eomer smirked at you , legolas glared at the man with stone.
âAs you must ,miss y/n, it was very nice to make acquaintance with such a women, i hope thatâs elf treats you right.â 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.
âUh sir, we aren-â legolas cut you off almost immediately âI will be sure too.â 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.
âFucking asshole, that blond dude was totally into my ass , I couldâve gotten laid bro, what fuck legolas.â You muttered , Aragorn heard your words chuckling, we all be began to ride in search of the hobbits.
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There was a party in celebration of something you think it was wining the battle at helms deep but you donât even remember clearly it was, all you know is Gimli passed out drunk.
You were drunk, you shouldnât 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.
âM-miss can I get another pin please?â You slurred slightly , she nodded her head , retrieving it and placing it infront of you.
âI think you have had enough.â Legolas spoke up trying to take away the pint from you, you simply took it from him chugging it.
âFuck you ,you suck.â You angrily growled at legolas.
âWhy?â He spoke with a low volume and hurt in his tone of voice.
âBecause you ruined my chancees to get laiddd, I am real sick of being a virgin.â 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 didnât even care. âHey blonde.â 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.
âY/n. Hello, you must make sure your straps stay up, there are a lot of dirty men around, your boyfriend wouldnât be happy seeing them eyeing you up.â He replied concerned, he could see you were more than smashed drunk.
âThankssss but Legolas isnât my boyfrienddddd.â You slurred. He raised an eyebrow at you âwhy did he say he was then?â
âBecause he like to destroy anyyy chances I have, and I hate him.â 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.
âMaybe he say it because he likes you, and doesnât want you to be with anyone else but him.â 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 didnât know why. You were a bit obvious, you sobered up a little.
âHow do you know that is true? That he is jealous of an man that even talks to me?â You question sincerely.
âWell he looks pretty sad right now, he keeps looking at you what did you say to him?â He glances over to legolas as do you , legolas sat swishing his drink around his cup, with a frown.
âI said he ruins my chances to get laid , and I am fed up being a virgin or something.â Shock was read on Eomers face, âgod miss y/n, that tough on the lad. Anyways Iâll try help you clear him up okay?â
âHow?â
âDance with me?â 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 donât 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.
âHeyyyy guys.â 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, âwhat were you doing?!â 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.
âI didnât mean to upset you , legolas.â You whispered shamefully to the elf , you really didnât mean to be so harsh to him.
â you did more than that.â He answered eyeing your whimpering form.
âLegolas you have to understand, we arenât together , I can talk to anyone I like.â 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. âPlease talk to me. Please.â You begged the elf, his face full of sorrow he never intended to upset you. â why did you have to dance all over those men,y/n?â His voice cracked, damn bro arenât elves supposed to be smooth, stfu y/n.
âBecause of you.â You replied still clutching his hand, he pulled his hand out of yours . He pulled his cloak off placing it over your shivering form.âwhy me?âhe was beyond confused at this point he was obviously too, you were perfect for eachother. âEomer told me you liked me,he was trying to help me make you jealous... because I like you princess.â His face brightened,â really?â You nodded in agreement. He leans down and pressed his soft lips to yours, passionately. You pull back for air.
âYou know you showed a bunch of old men your breasts.â Legolas commented annoyed.
âYou are old. It was an accident dude.Do you want to see them too or something?â You smirked at him he gasped at being called old.
â I would,but you just did.â He chuckles, you look to see your shirt secure. You gasp â OI. Not funny.â
âI love you y/nâ Legolas cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly.
âI love you too legolas.â He pressed his lips to yours again before grabbing your hand walking back to where you all were sleeping.
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Iâm With You (15/?)
Summary:
Having a crush was nothing to be ashamed ofâŠlying to the family and friends of said crush about being the guyâs boyfriend, that was a whole other problem. When Buck saves the life of Andrew Diaz and accidentally makes a nurse think that heâs Andrewâs boyfriend, Buck soon finds himself lying to Andrewâs firefighter friends/coworkers as well as Andrewâs family including Andrewâs 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. Â
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The first person to call Buckâs 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.Â
âI just wanted to see how you were doing,â Hen said. âChristopher getting hurt on your watch must have felt horrible.âÂ
âIt did,â Buck admitted. And it was still bothering him a little. He knew logically it wasnât 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.Â
âWhat happened?â Josh asked.Â
Buck explained with Hen piping in.Â
âIt was just a sprained wrist,â Chimney said. âVery minor, right Hen?âÂ
She nodded. âAnd things like that can happen at any time, especially with kids with CP. Itâs really not your fault, Buck.âÂ
âI know,â Buck said. Eddie didnât even blame him for it. âIt still sucked.âÂ
Hen pat his hand on the table. âI know. I remember the first time Denny got hurt â I donât know who was crying more, Denny or Karen.âÂ
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.Â
Eventually, the topic switched over to Andrew.Â
âI stopped by last night,â Josh said. âHeâs getting discharged tomorrow, right?âÂ
Buck nodded. He didnât 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 wasnât his boyfriend...or if he didnât know, he likely suspected something, and yet he wasnât questioning anything and instead acting like Buck was his boyfriend. It was strange.Â
Josh met his eyes and there was a question there about what was happening that Buck couldnât answer.
âThatâs good, then,â Josh said. âHeâll be back to normal in no time.âÂ
âYeah,â Buck said. Everything would go back to normal. Including how much Buck didnât belong.Â
âWe should throw him a welcome party,â Hen said. âI donât want to overstep, Buck, but itâd be nice to get everyone together to welcome him home. Think itâs alright to do at his place?â
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 didnât realize what they were on about.Â
âUh, that sounds like a good idea,â Buck said.Â
âGood, good,â Hen said and then she started to plan.Â
âShe loves a good welcome back party,â Chimney explained. âIn our line of work thereâs always someone out for an injury. And Iâm sure weâll have another party when he gets back to work.âÂ
Hen nodded with a small smile.Â
Buck was struck yet again by how much love there was among these people whose lives heâd shoved himself into. Something about it must have shown on his face because Josh nudged him.Â
âOkay?â he mouthed at him.Â
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.Â
âEddie says he wonât be discharged until sometime tomorrow and he can stall bringing him to the house for a little while if we need him to,â Hen said. âGood thing weâre not on shift tomorrow.â
âAnd look at that, neither am I,â Josh said.Â
They looked to Buck. âWorking early in the morning,â he said and it wasnât something he could miss after the day of work that heâd already missed this week.Â
âAnd we have to clean up the place a bit?â Hen asked, looking at Buck.Â
âI did a bit of cleaning yesterday when I stopped by to feed Legolas but itâs still a bit of a mess after the earthquake.âÂ
âOkay,â Hen said. âSo weâll have to get there early to set up.âÂ
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 wouldnât 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.Â
Josh hung back after Hen and Chimney headed off. âSo, what is going on? Like, the truth?âÂ
âI have no idea. He doesnât remember everything yet so Iâm pretty sure he just thinks heâs forgotten me. The whole thing is messed up but I have to tell him, right? I canât let him keep trying to remember me when he wonât be able to? I just havenât been alone with him since that one day when he was pushing me to become a firefighter and I donât even know what to make of that. I just â this is so weird.âÂ
Josh pulled him into a hug. âEverything will be okay, Buck. Even if it blows up in your face. Iâll still be your friend.âÂ
âThanks,â Buck said and he meant it because he needed to know that he wouldnât lose everyone.
âAnd I donât think youâll lose everyone either after it all comes out,â Josh said.Â
Buck didnât agree, but he didnât feel like arguing that point.Â
He and Josh parted ways and Buck headed towards his Jeep.
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Eddie went on his own to pick Andrew up from the hospital because everyone else including Abuela and Pepa were at Andrewâs house for the surprise welcome home party. When he arrived at the hospital room, Andrew hadnât been discharged yet.Â
âWaiting on the doctor,â Andrew explained.Â
So Eddie sat down. âAnd how are you doing? Remembering more?âÂ
âA bit,â Andrew said and then after a short moment, âquite a bit.âÂ
âThe dog? Buck?â Eddie asked at once and maybe he was a little too eager.Â
Andrew chuckled. âI donât even like Lord of the Rings, Eddie. I have no idea whose dog that is.âÂ
âI 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 moviesâ
Andrew just blinked at him. âI donât remember everything,â he said with a shrug. âBut, I remembered your ex. Christopherâs mother.âÂ
âYou donât remember your own boyfriend, but you remember her,â Eddie said incredulously.Â
Andrew chuckled. âHeâs great, though, isnât he? Buck. I really like him. I havenât gotten to spend too much time alone with him, but as far as I can tell heâs a pretty great guy and I wouldnât 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, wouldnât you?â
Eddie nodded. âYeah, I guess it would be.âÂ
âAnd heâs nice to look at, isnât he? Really well fit, Iâve been meaning to ask him about his workout routine. Everyone seems to like him. I kind of get it, I guess, even if I donât remember. Mom and dad seem to like him more than your ex.â
It wasnât surprising that Andrew liked Buck. Somewhere deep down, Andrew probably did remember how he felt about Buck â his attraction to Buck. And that made Eddieâs 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.Â
âAnyway, I donât remember him, but what I know of him now I like. Did you know he lived in South America for a while? He didnât say where but I think itâs so cool that he did his own thing and just went where he wanted to. I admire him for it.â
Eddie couldnât remember if heâd known that about Buck or not.Â
âAnd considering the coffee he makes, I can only imagine how good he is at mixing drinks,â Andrew said and he looked thoughtful for a moment. âAlso, I keep meaning to ask if thatâs a scar on his eyebrow or something else. I canât remember, obviously, but it suits him, donât you think?âÂ
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.Â
âItâs a birthmark, I think,â Eddie said and tried to be nonchalant.
âMust be why it fits him so well,â Andrew said with a decisive nod.Â
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 couldnât help but wonder if Buck would stick around at Andrewâs place, if he was looking forward to having him out of the hospital. Eddie had to push those thoughts away.Â
âHave you spoken to mom and dad?â Eddie asked, making the effort to change the subject.Â
âYes,â Andrew said. âGot my phone charged so I got caught up on a few things and called them. Sheâs been texting me practically every hour.âÂ
âThatâs mom,â Eddie said. âShe worries.âÂ
âYeah, I got that.âÂ
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.Â
âFinally,â Andrew said when they were out of the hospital and walking to Eddieâs 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 didnât seem keen on leaving.Â
âI remember your car,â Andrew said somewhat cheerily. âAnd I driveââ he took a moment to think about it.Â
The same moment in which Eddie had to wonder about why none of them had thought to think of Andrewâs car. Eddie should have been the one to think about that and maybe he would have if the hospital had given him Andrewâs things. And actually, come to think of it, Buck hadnât given them Andrewâs keys even though he was probably the one that had them.Â
âI drive a Jeep,â Andrew said.Â
Until Andrew said it, Eddie hadnât 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 didnât remember Buck but already seemed entirely fond of him, it made him want to scream.Â
âYou do,â Eddie said but refrained from telling him that his car had probably been towed in the unlikely event that it wasnât still wherever Andrew had parked it.Â
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So maybe Andrew was messing with Eddie a little. It was just that Andrew wanted to know for sure if what heâd 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.Â
It was interesting. A bit ironic in a way, too, and Andrew had figured out how he was going to punish Buck for what heâd done. If it messed with his brother a bit too, well, that was just a nice side effect.Â
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 didnât even have pictures of him.
âFamiliar?â Eddie asked.Â
âYeah,â Andrew said. âItâs home.â
As the words left his mouth, though, they didnât feel true and Andrew didnât know what to make of that because this was his home. Â
âMy car isnât here,â Andrew said when he paused at the bottom of the steps.Â
Eddie grimaced. âAbout that,â he said. âWe, um, we forgot about it.âÂ
âYou forgot about it,â Andrew said.Â
âLook, 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 Iâll figure all of that out tomorrow.âÂ
Andrew couldnât even really be mad. It was the whole Buck problem rearing its head again.Â
They walked up the steps and Andrew noticed that there were a few cracks on the concrete that he knew hadnât been there before. And when Eddie opened the door, it didnât 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 âSurprise!âÂ
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Christopher still had a bandage around his wrist and it was a reminder to Buck of what heâd allowed to happen even if no one else blamed him for it. Not even Christopher who had hugged Buck when he first arrived at Andrewâs house with Isabel and Pepa and then followed him around and tried to help him with whatever Buck was doing.Â
Isabel had recently been in the hospital too after a bad fall, but she was doing fine and sheâd only gone because she hadnât been able to get up on her own and she thought she might have injured her hip but sheâd 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.Â
âYou look like youâre worrying about something,â Josh said.Â
âIâm telling them,â Buck said. âToday.âÂ
Josh raised an eyebrow at him and pat his shoulder. âThings have been going so well lately, do you really want to just blow that up?âÂ
âAndrew is going to remember everything any day now. Him coming home is just going to make that process even faster and then what?â
Josh sighed. âLook, thereâs things you donâtââ
âJosh, I canât keep lying,â Buck said. âItâs too...itâs different now that heâs awake. This has gone on way too long.â
âYeah, I get that, but maybe wait a little longer or I donât know, have you considered talking to Andrew and explaining.âÂ
The idea of talking to Andrew about it first had merit, but Buck just didnât 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.Â
âMaybe,â Buck said.Â
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.Â
âIs she like this at every party?â Buck asked.Â
Athena chuckled. âSurprise parties, yes. Easier to go along with whatever she wants though.âÂ
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.Â
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 âsurprise!â and Andrew looked taken aback.Â
âSeriously?â Andrew asked through a laugh.Â
âWe had to,â Hen said and she was the first one to rush over and hug him.Â
Buckâs 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.Â
Eddie had said it a lot though, Andrew didnât like dogs. Maybe Legolas could sense that. The whole it was getting more and more confusing. If Buck didnât know any better that dog had insinuated himself into Andrewâs life just like Buck had.Â
Andrew hugged Pepa and walked over to the couch to hug Isabel and then his eyes found Buck. Buck didnât 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.Â
âHey,â Andrew said.Â
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 didnât linger, pulling back and ending the hug quick as it had begun.Â
âReally?â Hen asked.Â
âWhat?â Buck said.Â
âThat hug was pathetic,â Hen said with a roll of her eyes. âItâs no wonder he doesnât remember you if you canât even hug him properly. Your boyfriend is home, Buck, you should be kissing him...I bet you havenât even done that and heâs been awake for a while now.â There was judgement in her eyes at least instead of suspicion.Â
Buck felt his cheeks go warm. He didnât know what to say and over Andrewâs shoulder he met Chimâs eyes who looked like he found the whole thing hilarious and couldnât wait to poke fun at the situation. No one else stepped forward to welcome Andrew home.Â
âUh, not doing that in front of all his family,â Buck said in a low tone.Â
His eyes met Andrewâs and because they were still standing close enough, it didnât take Andrew any effort at all to take Buckâs hand and pull him even closer.Â
âWhatââ
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.Â
It was chaste, more of a peck than anything else and it lasted seconds and afterwards Andrew laughed and he threw an arm around Buckâs 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 whoâs 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 â the part that still had a bit of a crush â 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.Â
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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.Â
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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 sheâs a hugger.
So at the actual council, the moment the ring is brought forth, sheâs just immediately going hell yes Iâm doing this, while Legolas is viciously glaring at her because youâre 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 sheâs willing to do it and two, itâs a chance to get out of her family shadow.
But alas, a fucking Hobbit offers to do it, and sheâs just making the most annoyed face in existence.
Until Aragorn offers to come along, and then Legolas, and Gimli, and sheâs just over here like âYeah I donât have a unique weapon but if Princess here is going then I am as well.â
And then thereâs 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 whatâs up.
It took her about a day, a day and a half, before she stopped walking and started climbing stuff, much to almost everyoneâs 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 âTall Folkâ 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 peopleâs 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. Sheâd after all known some of the dwarves whose corpses were scattered across the mine, and sheâd never been one for darkness.
It was even worse when they came to Balinâs grave with Oriâs corpse just beside it, as sheâd definitely known those two.
Now, before we continue, I just need yâall to know this; Tilda does not like Gandalf. She thinks heâs 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 LothlĂłrien, 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, whoâs 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 sheâd started to run out. They tried to offer her a new bow, but sheâs very attached to her own and ainât 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 wouldnât 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 wouldnât 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 Boromirâs wounds wouldnât 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 Ăomer, who she was just glaring daggers at, and it only got worse when he informed them that heâd 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, whoâs back now.
She doesnât really know how to feel about that, because on one hand itâs Gandalf whoâs really powerful and is a great deal of help, and on the other hand itâs Gandalf whoâs just the fucking worst.
And then he takes them to meet King ThĂ©oden, and Tilda just keeps thinking that that day really canât 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 kingâs 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 werenât moving around all the time anymore, before joining Legolas and the rest in the throne room with ThĂ©oden.
Until the escape to Helmâs 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.
Itâs mostly when itâs announced that they will escape that she starts to get engaged again, because just call for help for Valars sake it isnât 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 wasnât okay either because that was her âWe weâre both raised as humans in an elven society also we like hugsâ 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 wasnât 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 sheâs just glad that heâs back.
So is Legolas.
And Ăowyn, because she ainât 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 âThe Lookâ for all of the sixty years sheâd known them, and it was better to just rip the band aid off.
Ăowyn took it pretty okay.
Tilda was even more heated with ThĂ©oden when theyâd arrived, because fucking damnit just call for aid, to you want me to message my ada? Heâd surely help!
When Ăowyn 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, Ăowyn, and Boromir were on the other side of the battle just kicking ass.
The scream of joy that escaped Ăowynâs mouth when she saw her brother almost made Tilda go deaf (Thatâs what happened if you ask her anyway), while she only smiled a little to herself because enforcements, yay, but by Ăomer 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 heâd died, and they both nearly died once more, so please just get it on already.
Tilda was really proud of Ăowyn 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 Ăowyn 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 Gandalfâs 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 âGondor called for aidâ, Tilda just threw her arms up in the air all âFINALLYâ, 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 âirresponsible it wasâ, and how âShe risked her life for the sake of adventureâ and how âDa and Thranduil are so worried about youâ, which also angers Legolas a bit since she lied to him, and itâs all a mess.
But itâs nice to meet Bain again, whom she introduces to Boromir and Aragorn and the three get talking on sword stuff, she doesnât 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 weâre 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 otherâs talking about its history. Still, she canât help but read out the best climbing routes of the place.
Aloe is the only one of the riding animals that doesnât 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 sheâd seen so much weaker people battle so much worse pain.
She briefly got to meet Boromirâs little brother Faramir that sheâd 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©odenâs death, and was pretty satisfied by it, though in private as both Ăowyn and Ăomer 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 âFINALLYâ that escaped Tildaâs mouth, because sheâd 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 canât 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 Pippinâs burnt bodies in the pile of orc, of Aragorn never returning from the fall and Legolasâ 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 brotherâs 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 canât help but sheâd a few tears as sheâs been waiting on this for so long and sheâs just so happy for them.
Itâs a lot less tears and a lot more laughter at Frodo and Samâs wedding, as hobbits really do know how to party and sheâs 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 canât say no.
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So apparently if Tilda joined the fellowship Boromir would have survived?? đ
I just thought about this whole thing, and I knew that she would not have someone bleed out when she couldâve done something.
The reason Denethor is alive and not burned is because since Boromir survived, he wouldnât 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.
AU Masterpost
#lord of the rings#the hobbit#lotr au#the hobbit au#tilda daughter of bard#legolas greenleaf#aragorn son of arathorn#boromir#gimli son of gloin#frodo baggins#samwise gamgee#merry brandybuck#pippin took#Ăowyn#Ă©omer#thĂ©odred#faramir#sigrid daughter of bard#bain son of bard#Bard the Bowman#Thranduil#the fellowship of the ring#aralas#barduil#samfro#Eowyn and Tilda does not become a thing#Her heart belongs to Talalia#But I knew that if she saw this ass kicking goddess that she would try to seduce her immediately
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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 anywaysâș
â...Y/N, are you evening listening?â Eowyn asked.
âHuh?â You asked as you turned towards her. A blush settled on your cheeks when you noticed her smirk.
âI 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.â
âShhhh! Donât you know elfâs have excellent hearing?â You questioned while crossing your arm and turning away with a pout.
âCome on Y/N Iâm sure he didnât even hear me over the sound of everyone here,â Eowyn laughed.
You nervously glanced over to see if Legolas was looking your way. To your relief and dismay he wasnât. He seemed focused talking to Aragorn. They both looked relaxed now that the battle at Helms Deep was over.
âOkay, whatever, just watch what you say,â you whispered, rolling your eyes playfully.
âWhy does it matter?â Eowyn questioned, âHavenât you noticed the way he watches you?â
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked cocking your head to the side âHe only looks at me as a friend.â
âThatâs what you think, my friend, but Iâve noticed how he looks at you. After Helms Deep he watched you like a hawk. He wouldnât leave your side, he kept checking for wounds and injuries.âEowyn said excitedly.
âThatâs what friends do!â
âWhatever letâs just get something to drink, and maybe something to eat, Iâm famished,â Eowyn said giving up as she patted her stomach.
Your own stomach growled slightly at the mention of food.
âI could go for something to eat as well.â
Eowyn and yourself walked over to grab some bread.
âDo you want some ale Y/N?â Eowyn asked holding a cup out to you.
âNo thank you, maybe later, for now Iâd prefer having a clear mind,â 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.
âThis is soooo good.â
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.
âHello Y/N,â Legolas chirped.
âH-hey,â You said.
âIâm gotta, uh go to talk to my uncle,â Eowyn said as she backed away.
You sent a panicked look over to her, but Eowyn continued to walk away.
âHow are you enjoying the party Mellen?â Legolas asked, his eyes gleamed under the fire light.
âItâs good! The breads really good, you should try it.â You rambled, while a blush settled on your cheeks.
Legolas leaned against a post next to him, âIs that so?â
You nodded faster, âUm yes.â
âThen I will have to defiantly give it a try,â he teased.
You let out a nervous laugh.
âWhat about you Legolas, how are you enjoying the party?â You asked.
He grimaced slightly, âItâs a bit loud.â
âOh!â You exclaimed, âI forgot about you ears.â
âYes they can be a bit troublesome in these kinds of settings.â
You felt a surge of confidence rush through you, as a thought crossed your head.
âYou wanna go for a walk?â You asked, âSomewhere thatâs not so loud?â
A look of shock crossed Legolas face.
âUnless you donât want to, Iâm not forcing you to go-â you started rambling.
âNo, no Y/N, I would very much enjoy that,â 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 wasnât so loud you released his hand, another blush covered your face. You both walked in silence.
âAre you nervous about everything going on?â You asked.
âHmm, I suppose a bit,â Legolas replied softly.
âMe too.â
You both continued in a comfortable silence.
âY/N,â Legolas called your name.
You stopped walking to look back, Legolas stood by a tree. You walked back towards him.
âWhat?â
âLook out there,â 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.
âThis is beautiful!â You exclaimed throwing your arms up in the air.
Legolas glanced over, âYes it is,â 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.
âAfter this is all over Iâm going to miss you,â you said softly, while playing with the grass.
Legolas soft hand covered one of yours, âAs will I.â
You peeked up from your eyelashes. He stared at you with an intent look that youâve never seen.
âJust kiss him,â 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 wasnât 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, âWould you like me to quit?â
You shook your head swiftly.
âNo please,â you said, while keeping your hold on his hair, âIâve been waiting for this so long.â
âYou have?â He asked in shock.
A blush ran over your face as you nodded. You hid your face in his chest, holding him close you.
âOh Y/N, if only I had known.â
âYou feel the same way?â You questioned.
âYes meleth nĂźn,â Legolas said softly.
Your head snapped up, âWhat did you call me?â You knew little of Elvish language but you knew what that had meant.
His eyes popped open, âI apologize it just slipped out Y/N.â
Legolas began to pull away.
âNo itâs okay!â You said as you pulled him to you again, âLegolas Iâve been in love with you for so long, this all feels like a dream.â
You smiled up at him.
âI love you,â Legolas said gently.
Your heart sped up as he bent down to take your lips once again.
This time when you moaned he didnât 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.
âItâs almost shameful to see this go, you were ravishing in it, but this will be even better,â 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.
âYour breathtaking,â he murmured.
âLegolas,â 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.
âI need more Legolas!â 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.
âFaster!â 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.
âCome for me meleth nĂźn,â he groaned into your ear.
You gasped as the pleasure hit you hard. You tightened around him and rode out the pleasure.
âOh Legolas,â 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.
âThat was amazing!â You gleamed.
âIndeed it was,â he murmured softly into hair.
âI love you Legolas,â you said proudly as you looked up at him.
He gave you smile as well, âI love you too Y/N.â
âNow as much as Iâm enjoying this but I feel like we need to get to a room, I donât want someone stumbling on us,â you said shyly.
Legolas agreed and helped you dress, after you both were dressed you walked hand in hand to your room.
âWould you like to come in?â You asked softly.
Legolas carcassed your cheek, âI would love to Meleth nĂźn.â
Legolas followed you in, and into your bed. You fell fast asleep while Legolas laid awake softly rubbing your hair.
Your door flew open.
âY/N Iâve been looking-â Eowyn began to say, until she saw both Legolas and you laying in bed.
âSheâs exhausted,â Legolas answered for you softly, as you stayed asleep.
âNo kidding,â Eowyn said in disbelief, âwhen she wakes up you tell her she has got some explaining to tell me.â
Legolas laughed gently, âAbsolutely my friend.â
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 didnât realize how difficult it is to do a request đ. Anyway enjoy!!
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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 wasnât really⊠prepared for how to put these things. He didnât even give the talk to Faramir, just answered the questions their hasty father had left him with. Oh well.
He mightâve just imagined the smug, grateful smiles on his friends faces when they turned in for the night. He mightâve imagined that no, he wasnât inside Pippinâs tent, Pippin would be sleeping elsewhere and this could all be peacefully avoidedâŠNot the case.
Merry came back with him, their curly hair soaked from a quick dip in the river. Heâd cleverly distracted his cousin during this whole decision-making mess, omitting himself from it altogether. Through the slit of the tentâs door, Boromir could see the lucky Hobbit nod at him with something between understanding and smug enjoyment, before sauntering off.
âMerry, you need your sleep!â
âHush, Iâm just asking Legolas about that poison ivy. You tuck in!â Merry yelled back, now taking off running, snickering.
Well, he wasnât about to not take that sort of advice.
âOh, hello!â Pippin yawned at his visitor inside the tent, who had taken to somewhat nervously cleaning his sword. Theyâd been sharing stories and folktales before bed, so this wasnât too odd. But the Hobbit couldnât help thinking the air felt off, strange, like one of them was holding tension, but maybe it was just the-
âWe, uh, have to talk about something. Take a seat, Pippin.â
âThatâs awful formal.â
âWhat was it you said before? That you and Merry used to say as- as kids?â
âPlonk down, plop down, hunker downâŠâ
âUh. Plonk down.â
âDonât mind if I do!â 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.
âSo. I know that youâre 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 thatâs for another day. What Iâm saying is that anyone matures fast in times like these, what with the war, the Ring, the-â
âPardon me for interrupting, but Merryâll be expecting me asleep soon. What are you trying to say?â
âThat once this war is done, well, youâll have many fans back home. Some women who you might want to court, and that will want to court you in turn. Who youâll grow close to.â
âAnd?â
âPippin,â Boromir began, picking the dirt off his boots, âyou do know how you were born, right?â
âYes.â
âOh, thank-â
âI have a couple ideas actually,â Pippin began. âMerry likes to say I was dropped right into Farmer Maggotâs cabbage patch, and they just found me there. My father talks about my motherâs stomach being quite large, so maybe it has something to do with how much you eat. Thatâd make sense for Hobbits.â
âYouâre a bit closer with that last one. Women have an organ called a womb, or they might have two, though I think thatâs just an Old Wiveâs Tale. The womb is below the navel and well⊠Iâve also heard it looks like the head of a ram? Thatâs where the baby grows, and thats why your motherâs stomach grew big.â
âI sure hope it doesnât have horns. The kicker is⊠how exactly does the baby get there?â
Well, he knew this was coming sooner or later.
âIâll get around to that bit, uh.. eventually.â He stuttered. Smooth. âBased on what Iâve told you though, youâd expect women and men have different parts, right?â
âOh, yes. My sisters have to wear corsets and I donât. Quite thankfully too.â
âYes,â Boromir laughed, âthose look uncomfortable. But women donât just have wombs, they have⊠outer differences as well. Similar area, below the navel, between their legs. Instead of what youâve got, they have a sort of a hole. Itâs 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?â
âI, uh..â Pippin looked to the side, laughing. âI do know, but itâs awfully embarrassing! How did you know?â
âNo need to be ashamed, every man does it. And coupled with a woman, youâd 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?â
âYes. But I do have a few more if you donât mind.â
âOh, of course I donât mind,â Boromir spoke, very much minding it, âgo ahead and ask.â
âDoes the woman also uh⊠experience feeling really good? Whatâs that feeling called, exactly? And are there any other things I need to know about lasses before I do intercourse with one?â Pippin smiled. Boromir was surprised the Hobbit wasnât 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 Gimliâs tent, and for once, hoped it was for solely intimate reasons. If they were listening, they may as well contribute.
âYes⊠well, usually. Women can also experience an orgasm- thatâs what itâs 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 manâs.â
âŠDid he just hear laughing again?
âBut youâre not a father⊠you can do intercourse without making a little one?â
âHave intercourse,â he corrected, âbut if youâre careful, then yes. Things like removing yourself from her before youâve completed help, along with the woman consuming certain herbs. And uhâŠâ Boromir paused, eyes flicking between the tent door and the wide eyed Hobbit- once, twice, three times. It was now or seemingly never.
âAnywayâŠâ he began once more, sheathing his sword and hastily rising, nearly tripping over himself in the process, âI think that answers all your questions. It was nice having this talk, and if you have any other questions then tomorrow you can-â
âNo, no, not yet, sit down. You didnât answer my last one. Is there anything else I need to know about lasses?â
Boromir sighed, and once more, his head was in his hand. This was getting a little too in depth for his contract. âWell, thereâs plenty, but I think youâd enjoy it more if you find it out for yourself.â
âOne more thing, please?â Pippin asked, which could be rephrased as making Boromir answer. Both knew the man couldnât 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.
âItâs getting late, Pip. Tomorrow at breakfast, why donât you ask Aragorn the rest of your questions? We all saw how he looked at that Maiden back in Rivendell, so Iâm sure heâd be excited to discuss all sorts of topics with you.â
The laughing from Aragornâs tent stopped.
And once Boromir left, laughing started from Pippin and Merryâs. 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:
âThe only interesting thing from Boromirâs visit was just how red his face got.â
ââŠWhat?â
âYou fool of a Brandybuck, Merry! Donât you get it? I already knew all that!â
(note: iâm putting this in my writing tag, because itâs the only one here, but reminder: this is a submission)
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letâs get on with living (while we can) [8]
chapter 8: thoughts are scattered and theyâre 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 isnât lost on anyone
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âIs that mine or yours?â Tony mumbled, not even opening his eyes. He and Steve were still in bed, as was Peter in his own bedroom, and theyâd been woken up by a phone ringing. Steve grunted, leaning over to the headboard on his side of the bed where theyâd both left their phones.
âYours,â he yawned, picking the phone up and placing it in Tonyâs outstretched hand, then slumped back down on his pillow. He didnât know what time it was, but it was too early.
Without looking at the caller ID, Tony answered the phone. âHello?â
âThe hellâs going on, Tony?â He recognized it was Clintâs voice, and if heâd been more alert, he would definitely have caught onto the fact that Clint had called him by his first name instead of the usual âStarkâ.
âTop oâ the morninâ to ya,â Tony said in an overdone Irish accent, and wasnât surprised when Steve lazily slapped his shoulder. âIs that you, Barton?â
âYeah. Itâs me.â He sounded agitated. Impatient.
âWhatâs so urgent that you had to call me at,â he forced one eye open to check the time, âfive thirty in the morning? Damn, thatâs four thirty for you.â
âWas hoping you could tell me, actually.â
âOh?â
âJust got off the phone with Nat. The press conference.â
âOh,â Tony breathed out, realization jolting him awake. Clint didnât know. âWhatâd she tell you?â
âThat it was about Peter, and Iâd have to call you. She wouldnât say anything more than that.â
âIâm putting you on speaker. Itâs just me and Steve.â
âSure. Just tell me whatâs going on, she sounded strange.â
âYou should, uh⊠Are you sitting? You should be sitting down.â
âWhat- Just get to it before I lose my damn mind!â
âHey! Iâm serious, Barton. It- Itâs bad. Really bad.â
âI donât- Sure. Yeah, okay, Iâm sitting down.â
âOkay. Uh⊠Itâs Peter. He, uh⊠Ah, shit, Steve, how do I say this? Fuck.â
Steve held his hand up to stop Tony before he could spiral. âIâve got it, honey,â he assured Tony, sitting up in bed. âWant me to tell him?â Tony nodded, hiding his face in his hands. âOkay. Okay, you still there, Clint?â
âYeah.â He was wary, and he was right to be.
âPeter is⊠Heâs really sick. Heâs got cancer.â
It took a couple of seconds for it to register in Clintâs brain before he spoke. âWhat?â
âItâs⊠Itâs lung cancer. Stage four, spread to his liver and his brain.â Steveâs 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.
âNo, that⊠That canât be right. Right? Not him. Not- Not Peter. HeâsâŠâ
âI know, I- Iâm sorry we didnât tell you before. Everything justâŠâ Steve gestured with his hands even though Clint couldnât see him.
âNo, no, I get it.â Having kids himself, he understood. He wouldnât have been able to focus right, either. So he got it. âStage four? Thatâs⊠God, thatâs bad, isnât it?â
âItâs really bad.â
âIs he gonna- Can I come visit?â
ââCourse you can. Peter loves you, you know that. Weâre at the Compound.â
âOkay. Yeah, okay, I can be there by tonight, the driveâs like 15 hours.â Clint was already throwing clothes into a suitcase, Laura still in bed, slightly confused, but mostly concerned.
âNo, Iâll send a jet,â Tony decided, straightening his back.
Clint stopped his frantic packing. âWhat?â
âIâll send you a jet, Legolas. Donât worry about it. Itâll be there in three hours.â Steve cringed at Tonyâs forced casual tone.
âOh. Thanks. See you soon, then.â Clint was surprised, and it was audible even through the phone.
âSee you soon, Barton,â Steve said, hanging up. âThat was really nice of you,â 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 Steveâs hand.
âFRI, make sure a jet gets sent to pick up Barton,â Tony told the AI.
âOn it, Sir.â
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.
âIt hurts to say out loud,â Tony spoke into the silent room.
âSo much.â
ââââââââ
The early November air was cold. The wind was hitting Steveâs 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.
âGood to see you, Cap,â he smiled, half-genuine, when he was stood in front of the taller man.
âYou too, Barton.â 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 itâd be polite to greet him outside. And itâd give him a little more time to brief him about Peterâs condition.
âHave a nice flight?â
Clint just sent him a look that clearly meant cut the bullshit.
âFair enough,â he chuckled. âPeterâs awake, but heâs pretty tired - worn out, really. And he⊠He probably looks sicker than what youâre expecting him to. He might just fall asleep, he might throw up, he might be in pain, and he might get a migraine,â Steve warned. âJust donât get your hopes up.â That makes it even more painful.
Clint didnât really know how to answer that. âI⊠This is so fucked up, I canât even wrap my mind around it.â
âYeah,â Steve breathed out, and neither of them said anything more until they were in the living room where Peter and Tony were. At least thatâs where theyâd been when Steve left them.
âCaptain, Boss asks if you could come to Peterâs bedroom,â FRIDAY announced.
âSure,â Steve confirmed, and then addressed Clint. âUh, you know where your space is. Go ahead and leave your bag there, and then just come back here.â
With a nod, Clint turned around, starting on the familiar walk, while Steve headed for Peterâs bedroom, his steps somewhat rushed.
âHey, you alright?â 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.
âIâm good,â the boy said, prompting Steve to look at his husband for more details.
âHad a little accident. Got some vomit on his clothes,â he explained, holding out a beanie for Peter when heâd 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 kidâs head and couldnât help but look a little defeated when he wasnât quick enough. He settled for a forehead kiss instead, forgetting his disappointment the second Peter leaned into the touch.
âYou feelinâ up to seeing Clint?â Steve asked, wary of the pale, tired look on Peterâs face.
âMhm,â he answered with a smile, blinking rather slowly.
âMaybe tomorrow we could invite everyone over for dinner,â Tony suggested.
âSounds good. Would be nice for Pepper,â Steve commented.
âPepper?â asked the boy, confused as to why it would nice for Pepper specifically.
âYeah, she has to go back to the city for a while. Sheâs got a company to run,â Tony explained apologetically.
âOh.â Peter sounded disappointed. He wasnât, really, but it just reminded him that the world hadnât stopped turning just because his life had been put on pause. And he didnât want her to leave.
âWe meant to tell you last night, but I guess we just forgot. Sorry, sweetheart.â
âNo, itâs okay,â he assured his dad with a close-mouthed, genuine smile.
âCâmon, Iâm sure Clint is excited to see you,â Steve said, walking the few remaining feet to wrap an arm around Peter. He didnât know how much heâd thrown up, but he knew he usually became a little wobbly after it either way. âWant breakfast?â Steve mumbled on the way.
âNot really,â Peter declined, pretty sure that anything he ate would come right back up again.
âNot even a smoothie?â Tony asked, wringing his hands tensely.
âI could try,â he shrugged, having learned a long time ago how to lessen his dadâs worries.
âIâll make it, Tonyâ Steve offered. âYou go with him, Bartonâs in the living room.â
With a hum of agreement, Tony wrapped an arm around Peterâs frail body. Because he knew exactly how much Peter had thrown up. Itâd 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 didnât 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.
âHey, bud,â he chuckled, walking over to them.
âHi, Uncle Clint,â the boy beamed, letting go of the back of Tonyâs shirt, and reached both arms out for a hug. Clint caught on right away, strategically wrapping his arms around Peterâs middle - he didnât know how steady Peter was, and this way he could lift him up if he needed to.
He didnât need to, but he did it anyway. Just to feel how light heâd 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 Tonyâs eyes over Peterâs shoulder, nearly disturbed at how little the sixteen year old boy in his arms weighed. He was only met with a look on Tonyâs face he couldnât completely understand, but it wasnât hard to tell that the man was both heartbroken and exhausted in a way he knew couldnât compare to anything heâd 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.
âWanna sit down on the couch?â he asked, and Peter nodded, feeling a little embarrassed as Clint helped him over to the couch, but pretty much forgot about it when heâd 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 heâd seen the look on the archerâs 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.
âQuit it,â Tony whispered subtly to Peter when heâd 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.
âHere you go, sweetie,â Steve said, approaching the couch, handing the freshly made smoothie to Peter before sitting down next to Tony. One glance down on Tony massaging Peterâs 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.
Clintâs mind was working on overdrive, trying to come up with something to say. The room was abnormally quiet; he was used to Tonyâs quips and Peterâs rambling. But they were both occupied - Tony with massaging his sonâs hand and watching his face, and Peter with trying to stay awake and drink some of his smoothie. âHow are those two friends of yours doing?â he finally asked.
âNed and MJ?â Peter perked up at the mention of them.
âYeah, thatâs it,â Clint encouraged, eager to hear him talk.
âThey were here a couple of weeks ago. Was really nice.â He smiled tiredly, sinking further into the couch. Clint noticed, and changed his goal from getting Peter to talk to getting Peter to rest.
âTell me about it later. Iâm feeling up for a movie right now,â 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.
âSure! What do you wanna watch?â
âYou choose, buddy.â
âAlright. What about⊠Back to the Future?â
âGood choice, Pete,â Tony chimed in. âFRI, you heard the kid.â 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 Clintâs gaze, flicking his eyes down to Peterâs hand in his. More prompting than that wasnât necessary - Clint took hold of Peterâs other hand, copying what Tony was doing.
Anxiety boiled in Tonyâs 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. âHeâs okay,â Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to his husbandâs 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. âIs he asleep?â he whispered, looking at Tony.
âMhm, letâs lie him down, and we can go sit in the kitchen,â Tony confirmed, letting go of Peterâs hand. Clint did the same, and stood up slowly. Cupping the back of Peterâs neck, Tony gingerly maneuvered Peter until he was lying down. Normally, heâd 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.
âYou hungry, Barton? I think we have some leftover pizza from yesterday,â Steve offered, pulling a box out of the fridge.
âI could eat,â Clint said. âThanks.â Steve put the box down in front of him, and grabbed glasses for each of them.
âAny requests, honey?â Steve asked Tony. âAnd donât say coffee,â 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.
âFine,â Tony snickered. âIced tea? Do we have that?â
âI think soâŠâ He rummaged around in the fridge. âYeah, here we go. What about you, Clint?â
âIced tea sounds good,â the archer said, picking up a slice of pizza, looking a little lost in thought.
âYou good?â Steve asked him as he filled his glass.
âHm? Yeah, just⊠Peter,â he sighed.
âYeah,â Tony agreed.
âWhatâs with his hands?â Clint asked.
Tony looked at Steve with exhaustion clear on his face, so Steve decided to carry the burden of the conversation. âItâs not just his hands. His whole body hurts. Sometimes his hands get especially bad.â
A beat of silence. âWhy?â
âChemo side effect. One of many.â Steve sent him a sad smile, taking a sip of his drink.
Leaning his head back, Clint looked for words. âNot all the time, right?â
âNo. Just sometimes.â
âI- Heâs not even my kid, but seeing him in pain⊠All I wanna do is to fix it.â
âHeâs okay now. Heâs sleeping,â Steve assured him. Tony flinched. There it was again. âYou alright, Tony?â
âYep. All good.â 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 Peterâs condition to Clint.
âSleep usually helps. Hopefully he feels a little better tomorrow. But we canât know for sure. The days after chemo are bad.â
âWhen was chemo?â
âMonday through Wednesday.â
âJeez, thatâs rough.â
âYeah, itâs a⊠Itâs a harsh treatment. It takes a toll on him.â
âHeâs down to 110 pounds,â Tony blurted out, and then followed a sharp, humorless laugh. âBut that was four days ago, probably even less now. Heâs not okay. Heâs not.â
âTony-â
âIâm going to bed.â
âHoney, itâs noon,â Steve attempted.
âAnd Iâm tired.â 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.
âOkay,â Steve said, too many feelings packed into such a short word.
âHe good?â Clint asked when Tony was gone.
âHeâs⊠Weâre tired.â
ââââââââ
Per Tonyâs 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. âHey, Peter Pan,â 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.
âMmm, Dad?â Peter mumbled, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned.
âThatâs me,â Tony confirmed playfully.
âTime is it?â The boy searched for his fatherâs hand, happily leaning into the touch when he felt it cup his cheek.
âDidnât check, but it looked like Pops was cooking dinner. Feeling rested? You got a few good hours of sleep in.â He let his fingers gently caress Peterâs cheek even though it looked like all it was doing was coaxing him back to sleep.
âYeah, it- Oh, no.â Peter tensed, sitting up abruptly with a hand in front of his mouth.
âThereâs a- Shit, itâs in your bedroom. Sit tight, just a sec.â Tony bolted to the kitchen to get a trash can after realizing the bucket theyâd 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.
âI trust youâre able to look out for the pasta?â Steve asked, pulling his apron off, and abandoned his nearly finished homemade pesto.
âGo ahead. Let me know if you need any help,â 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 didnât mean heâd 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 Peterâs back. Steve sat down on the other side of Peter.
There really wasnât anything else to do than gently encouraging him through it, telling him that itâd 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.
âThat wasnât so bad,â Tony said optimistically when Peter was done, even though they all knew it was only because there wasnât much in his stomach to begin with.
âWhat do you want for dinner?â Steve asked, anxious to make sure Peter got a little substance in him. âAnything you want, just as long as itâs something.â
Peter grimaced. âAt least let me brush my teeth before you start talking about food.â
âOkay, fair point,â Steve smiled. âYou good to stand?â
The sudden flush on Peterâs face told Steve everything he needed to know. âItâs just us, donât worry about it,â 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 couldnât help but be a little stunned. There was nothing special about what heâd just witnessed, and it was far from the worst thing heâd 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. âTV, trash can, paintings, chairs, phone,â he whispered to himself, voice shaky and mouth dry.
âSofa, pants, pillow,â he reached his hand out, âtable.â
âClint in the kitchen, footsteps. Peter laughing.â 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.
âThere we go, letâs sit you down next to Dad, and Iâll go rescue Clint in the kitchen,â Steve said, sending a smile Tonyâs way, a little put off by the look in his eyes heâd seen too many times before, if it were up to him to judge.
âOh, no, you left Clint in the kitchen by himself?â Peter joked as Steve helped him sit down, still a bit unsteady.
âI know, itâs a miracle if any of the food is salvageable,â Steve jested right back. âGotta go get rid of this first, though,â 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.
âYou still havenât told me what you want, Petey,â he said, holding the trash can in one hand, halfway turned to leave the room to dispose of the bag, and make sure itâs clean.
âI know itâs not a dinner food, but scrambled eggs, please?â Peter requested hopefully.
âSure, sweetie, I did say anything you want. As long as youâre eating.â With a final smile, he walked off, leaving Tony and Peter alone. The manâs breathing was pretty much under control by now, and there were no tangible traces of him panicking just a couple minutes earlier.
âFeeling better?â Tony asked, hand gently taking hold of the back of Peterâs 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.
âMuch,â Peter sighed, and leaned into the touch, ever the tactile one.
âStay awake until youâve eaten something, okay?â Tony told him when he saw his eyes starting to droop a little.
âOkay,â he agreed, shifting to lean into Tonyâs side. Ever since he was little, itâd been his favorite place to be, and it always fit him perfectly, as if it grew with him. With Dadâs 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 heâd timidly made his way to his fatherâs room because he was scared and couldnât 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 couldnât 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 heâd 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 fatherâs 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 Peterâs fingers move around as if tracing the design of the arc reactor, patterns stored somewhere deep in the boyâs mind.
âHey, no sleeping, squirt,â Tony reminded him, squeezing his shoulder to wake him up a little.
âI know. Just closing my eyes for a minute,â 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 couldnât 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. âDinner in five,â he spoke softly.
âAre his eggs ready?â Tony asked, Steve giving a confirming hum. âMaybe give it here? Iâll make sure he eats some, but heâs so tired. I donât want him to have to get up. Iâll join you guys as soon as heâs asleep, okay?â
While Steve knew Clint wanted to spend time with the boy, it wasnât hard to give in, especially when he watched Peter bury his face in Tonyâs chest.
âAlright,â Steve smiled, and went to get Peterâs food and a bottle of water.
âChow time,â Tony announced moving his hand to Peterâs ribs, tickling him.
âDad, stop,â Peter laughed, trying to squirm away from him.
âWhat? Iâm not doing anything.â Tony feigned innocence, barely able to hold back his grin.
âYes, you are!â With a huge smile on his face, Peter grabbed Tonyâs hand and pulled it away from his side.
âOof, busted,â Tony chuckled, and wasnât surprised at Peter settling close to him again, despite his tickling attack.
Steve came back with food and water for Peter. âEat up, and then have a nice nap, okay?â he said when heâd put it down in front of him, and leaned down to press a kiss to the boyâs forehead.
âThanks, Pops.â
ââââââââ
âHow old is he again? Two?â Steve asked after Clint told them about how Nathaniel had managed to lock Laura in the bathroom and thatâs why keys are now banned in their house.
Theyâd finished dinner about an hour ago and had just cleaned the table, but stayed in the dining room to let Peter sleep.
âYeah, just turned two, the little jackass,â Clint confirmed with a chuckle.
âWell, I wouldnât call him a jackass; kid managed to lock a door all by himself. Iâd say heâs bordering on child protegee,â Tony quipped with a deliberate straight face, but amusement was glinting in his eyes.
âHm, you might reconsider when I tell you about how he tried to eat a pine cone five minutes later because âchocolateâs the same color.â Swear to god, Iâve got three kids and they just keep getting weirder,â Clint laughed fondly, managing to get Tony and Steve to laugh pretty hard as well.
Hearing about Clintâs kids made something in Tony ache to check on Peter, so he asked his AI. âHey, FRI, howâs Peter doing? Sleeping beauty still going strong?â
âHeâs still deeply sleeping and seems to be comfortable,â she assured him.
âHoney, heâs just sleeping in the other room. FRIDAY wouldâve told us if something was wrong. Heâs okay,â Steve said, aiming to reduce some of Tonyâs worries. Had he avoided those two final words, he mightâve succeeded, but it just backfired.
In bone-deep frustration, Tony slammed his fist down on the dining table. âJesus, Steve, heâs not okay. Why do you keep saying that when heâs anything but?â he snapped, staring into Steveâs eyes.
âYou know what I mean by it,â Steve sighed, his eyes softening while Tonyâs stayed harsh, unrelenting, but the quiver of his lips didnât escape Steveâs attention.
âOf course I do, but that doesnât change the fact that heâs miles away from okay. Heâll never be okay.â
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.
âWhat do you want me to say then, Tony? That heâs not? That heâs dying?â
âIt kills me when you say it because you look like you believe it.â
âI do that for you.â
âI never asked you to.â
âI know that! Donât you think this is fucking killing me? You think Iâm walking around here waiting for it to get better? Youâre my husband, Iâm just trying to carry as much as I can.â
âCarry as much as you want, it doesnât change the fact that this time next year, heâll be dead!â 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. âTony-â
âThatâs how this is gonna go, I donât know what else to tell you.â Tony was biting back tears, but couldnât help the shakiness in his voice.
âTony, donât,â Steve whispered.
âIn a year, weâll have nothing. We wonât be parents anymore. Our sonâs gonna be gone.â He gave up, letting the tears fall down his cheeks, but he ignored them.
âI know.â 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.
âI know that you know. You know whatâs gonna happen to him and you know whatâs gonna happen to me.â
âNot that- no, Tony, not that again. You canât-â
âI can. Thereâll be nothing.â
Steve didnât bother holding back the sob that climbed up his throat. âWell, I canât. I wonât let that happen.â
âItâs my choice. Itâs not your business.â
âNot my business? Youâre the love of my life, Tony, of course itâs my business!â
âThis is about Peter. You know damn well that I love you, so donât pull that card,â Tony seethed, so angry, but no amount of anger could make him forget how much he loved Steve.
âIâll pull any card if it keeps you alive. I donât care if itâs not fair, weâre well past that!â
âWhat the fuck do you expect me to do without Peter?â Tony exploded, raising his voice in a manner Steve hadnât witnessed before.
Taking a shaky breath, Steve tried ignoring how that meant that even he wasnât enough. âWhat do you expect me to do with both of you gone?â he yelled right back.
Tony was interrupted before he could even think of how to respond to that.
âIâm still here. You know that, right? Iâm still here.â 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.
âPeter,â Tony breathed out, everything about him softening.
âOf course you are,â Steve said, realizing how defensive his body language had become, and relaxed his muscles.
âThatâs not what it sounds like.â
âPeter, weâre sorry,â Tony nearly whispered, unable to find his voice.
âNext time you have a fight like that, make sure Iâm out of earshot because I know-â he hesitated for a second before walking further into the room, unsteady on his feet, and inhaled deeply. âI know Iâm gonna die. But I donât need to hear you screaming about it. Because Iâm still here. And I definitely donât need to hear you screaming about whatâs gonna happen after Iâm gone.â His eyes met Tonyâs, and the man felt ashamed.
âSorry,â Steve echoed his husband, both adults stunned by the words that had just left their sonâs mouth.
Hearing Peter say it hurt more than they couldâve imagined.
He rejected it in a heartbeat, but Tony couldnât help but feel jealous of Peter because heâd 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.
âIf you wanna talk-â Steve attempted.
âI donât. Iâm getting my pills and Iâm going to my room and Iâll see you tomorrow,â Peter decided, walking past his dads to get to the kitchen where his medicine was.
âOkay. But let us help you,â Steve said, going for a combination between firm and loving, but it only came across as desperate.
âYou might be surprised to hear that thatâs not what I want right now,â Peter snarked, sarcasm cutting through the air. Tony flinched, his sonâs hostile front unfamiliar to him, and he didnât like it at all. But he didnât say anything. He knew that whatever clever thing he might come up with, itâd just make it worse.
âIâm fine,â Peter continued. Medicine and a water bottle gathered in his arms, he intended to storm off to his room, but the adrenaline thatâd been pumping through his body ever since he realized what Tony would do once heâs gone was wearing off. Quickly. His knees buckled slightly, making him stumble towards his dads. Two choked gasps sounded, and four arms caught him. âI can walk by myself,â he protested, but there wasnât much truth to that statement.
âWeâre gonna help you, and then weâll let you be alone for a while if thatâs what you want.â Steve didnât 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 Peterâs bedroom.
Once safely settled on his bed, Peter curled up into a ball, facing away from the door; away from his dads.
âFRIDAYâs gonna remind you to take your pills. Let us know if you need anything,â Steve told him.
âWe love you,â the smaller man added.
âMore than anything.â
Peter didnât answer.
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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 Elvenkingâs 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 sonâs smile and his stance and the lack of tension in his shoulders, and he was relieved. He had not broken his sonâs joy. He was full of regret that he had been the cause of Legolasâs sudden departure, though.
But Legolas had not returned to accuse. Today was the anniversary of his motherâs death. He had come home to make remembrance with his father.Â
They glided together, with me along for the ride, through the chambers of the Elvenkingâs 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 wasnât 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? Itâs 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.Â
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 kingâs 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.Â
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 Elvenkingâs 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 statueâs cheek. I was looking the queen in the eyes, and it was such a moment, I canât 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.Â
I wasnât 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 didnât 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? Itâs 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 Tolkienâs 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.
#well that was unexpected#middle earth#thranduil oropherion#legolas#vision#writing#hyperfocus#storytelling#there's no such thing as too much research#tolkien
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My Superhero Wear
Summary:Â Peter is looking for a superhero costume. Tony is confused at first and then gets to tinkering on a Batmobile.
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âHey kid, what are you up to?â, 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.Â
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 Peterâs shoulder.Â
âIâm just looking for a costume for our last week of high school. Weâre doing a motto weekâ, 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.Â
âAnd you want to go as a vampire?â, Tony asked in amusement, letting his eyes skim through the Amazon search he had open. âWhat kind of motto is that? Because if itâs horror then you are not allowed to go as a vampire, there are so many better costumes than-âÂ
âNoâ, Peter laughed, âItâs not horror and Iâm not going as a vampire. Iâm just looking for a Batman cloak for the superhero motto.âÂ
âYouâre-â, 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, âWhat?âÂ
âBatman?â, the teenager was watching him a little worriedly, âYou know, that guy from the DC comics that protects Gotham?âÂ
âI know who Batman isâ, Tony shot back with an eye roll, âThe question is why on earth would you even consider going as Batman? Youâre literally a superhero yourself. You know tons of real superheroes.âÂ
Peter grimaced at that, âWell, I think going to school dressed up as Spiderman would be a little too on the nose, donât you think?â, he shrugged, âBesides, I like the Batman comics. You know heâs literally just a guy with fancy tech who decides to save the world just because he can. Heâs not some alien or god with super powers. Heâs just a man and heâs been through a lot and heâs still a hero.âÂ
âRight. Orphaned, rich, depending on his Butler to get him through the day, fancy tech, good looks, sort of a playboy, kind of a doucheâ, Tony trailed off, eyebrow raised in mock surprise, âI know who you could dress up as!âÂ
âYouâre not a doucheâ, Peter gave back simply, ignoring the rest of the statement and leaning against his mentorâs side, âAnd youâre way way cooler than Batman anyway. Even without Ironman. I mean he needs people to design his tech for him. Also, I donât think heâd be a very good dadâ, he added as an afterthought, glancing up at Tony through his lashes.Â
âOh and I am?â, the billionaire wanted to know with a big grin, ruffling the kidâs hair as he leaned in closer.
âWell, youâre alrightâ, he shrugged even while turning his head to rest comfortably in the scrape of Tonyâs neck, âBut you forgot my snacks. You shouldnât starve your enhanced Superkids. Or so Iâve heard.âÂ
 âI did not forget your snacksâ, he argued and hadnât he been so comfortable he wouldâve toyed with the thought of leaning away just so he could cross his arms to pout. As it was, he really didnât feel like moving and instead continued playing with the kidâs hair until it was thoroughly messed up. âI got us a mini fridge for the lab and youâll find it to be filled with everything your heart may desire.â He felt more than a little proud of himself when Peter craned his neck to look over to where he was pointing.
âDid you get Doritos?â, he nodded in content before relaxing against Tonyâs chest once more and when he heard the confirmation he grinned up at the man, âWell, then youâre the best dad ever.âÂ
âThatâs what I thoughtâ, Tony smirked, âSo, to get back to the matter at hand, why arenât you going as Ironman? You know I could give you some cool gadgets, all de-weaponized of course.â
âI knowâ, Peter practically whined, âBut Iâve 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.âÂ
The billionaire smiled widely, pleased at both the admission and the fact that Peter wasnât even embarrassed by it anymore. He had to get May to show him the pictures that undoubtedly existed.Â
âOkayâ, he said, âThen why not one of the other Avengers?â, he wanted to know curiously, âWar 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.âÂ
Peter groaned at that, âWar machineâs too similar to IronMan to count, I really donât wanna run around with a costume that makes me like triple my size and I really really donât want to be Captain America when I canât be Ironman.âÂ
âAlright, squirtâ, 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 Steveâs defense.
Honestly, he knew the kid didnât like the hero because of his fight with him, Tony, and as much as he tried to make him see that it wasnât solely the other manâs fault, he couldnât 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.Â
âSo weâre going to be making you a Batman costume thenâ, he declared, sitting up and leaning forward, pulling up a Starkpad and starting to type away, creating a new file on the matter.Â
âI- uh, you really donât have to do thatâ, Peter squeaked even as he leaned against Tonyâs shoulder to get a better look at the hologram that popped up in front of them, âWow. What are you planning?âÂ
âWell, a Batmobile for startersâ, Tony laughed at his kidâs stare and continued working on a prototype for the car. He mightâve toyed around with the idea before Peter had ever brought it up.Â
âAnd youâre gonna go over the outfit and if you want a cape thatâs fine but youâre not going to be fighting crime with a cape. Youâll need an armor and the mask of course.âÂ
âThis is going to be so cool!â, the teenager exclaimed, jumping up and bolting for his workplace with a cheer, âDo 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-âÂ
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.Â
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 heâd ever worked on. Besides the Spiderman suit.
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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
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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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.
â(Y/N)...â He looked down at what you were wearing. Pajamas. âDo you have a Christmas sweater?â
âI might. Why?â
âWeâre having a Christmas party in the commons.â He pointed back down the hall, where they were playing Christmas songs and singing. A playful grin snuck onto his face. âBesides, we need an angel on top of the tree.â
âDonât you have a shelf to go sit on?â You chuckled and gave the tall elf a shove. âAnd besides, I may look like an angel, but the horns say otherwise.â
âSome angels have horns.â 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 couldnât resist. âPlease?â
âFiiiiiiiineâŠâ You exhaled. He smiled a happy boxy smile and jumped excitedly.
âYaaaay!â
âIâll be out in a minute. I just have to dig out my sweater.â You told him and closed the door. It didnât 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.
âYou didnât have to wait for me.â You smirked, giving him a nudge.
âI wanted to.â 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.
âSo he found you after all.â Yoongi grinned sleepily and took a sip of cocoa you assumed wasnât cocoa. The tired warlock hardly drank anything except coffee these days. âWelcome to the excitement.â
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.
âI like mine sweet. Iâm sorry.â The elf apologized, sitting next to you on the couch.
âNo, itâs fine.â You smiled, taking the mug from him and taking a sip of the very chocolatey cocoa. âThank you, Tae.â
âThank you for coming. I didnât expect you to.â
âWhat, and say no to my favorite elf? I could never.â 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 couldnât help but laugh. âCute.â
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.
âSo why donât you like Christmas?â He asked, taking you by surprise.
âItâs...itâs not that I donât like Christmas. I DO like Christmas.â You struggled to put it into words. âWhen it gets cold out, my wings tense up and I canât really fly outside. But I want to. Iâm itching to. But I canât.â
âOhhh.â Taehyung sighed, finally understanding. âThat makes sense.â
âSo I get a little down in the winter, but it gets better in the spring. I promise.â You smiled and set the cocoa on the coffee table. âSo, donât you get homesick around Christmas time? I mean, you literally live at the North Pole.â
âA little bit.â He admitted. âItâs 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.â
âSo youâve never met a real one, then?â
âYouâd be the first.â 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.
âOh, hush.â You nudged him. âYouâre cheesy.â
âYeah, but you like it, though.â He pinched your cheek playfully. âAngel.â
âShut up, Legolas.â You hit his arm and he laughed the happiest laugh you had ever heard. âIâve got more where that comes from, Elfis Presley.â
âAre you sure Iâm the cheesy one?â
âOh come on, it took me like a week to think of that.â
âYeah?â Tae laughed again, but his face went blank. His thinking face, you recognized. But what was he thinking about?
âYou okay?â
âI just had the best idea for your Christmas present.â 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.
âThe greenhouse?â You asked, looking around the tall glass building. Humidity hugged you, fluffing your feathers and chasing the goosebumps and shivers far away.
âSo you can fly.â He said quietly, his deep whisper barely reaching your ears. Taehyungâs fingertips brushed over your shoulders, sending a pleasant chill up your spine. âIs...is it warm enough?â
âItâs perfect.â 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 hadnât 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.
Thatâs 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.
âWoah.â Tae exhaled a shaky breath.
âDo you want me to put you back on the ground?â 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.
âDo you know what I want for Christmas?â He asked quietly, taking a few shaky steps across the branch towards you.
âWhat?â 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 didnât seem to bother you.
Link to sequel in Masterlist
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Dimension Jumping pt. 2
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 âGandalfâ) things began to work out better.Â
At first, they were in a kind of panic since they arenât able to destroy that ring thing if theyâre in your world, but then you reminded them that they canât destroy it, and this Sauron guy canât get it.Â
This seems to ease their worries a bit.Â
It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbitâ 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 doesnât sleep apparently), while the 'dwarfâ, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elfâ 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 donât break anything.
Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and youâve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart youâre 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 thereâs no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies.Â
Of course, you donât 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).Â
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.Â
You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because youâre afraid theyâll die of shock.Â
Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but theyâre so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go.Â
âWhy do you wear those fluffy pants?â The sweet little Pippin asks.Â
Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. âBecause, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. Iâm gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives."Â
His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?"Â
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!"Â
When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I donât think Iâve felt trousers so soft before!"Â
"Fluffy pants, Pippin. Theyâre called fluffy pants."Â
"Fluffy pants.â He repeats in confirmation.Â
His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. âPip, what are you doing?"Â
"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!â He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question.Â
Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, âYouâve got such peculiar clothing⊠I like it."Â
"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that Iâm going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since youâll never want to wear anything but these ever again.â You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, âOh, Iâve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, wonât you?"Â
Yeah, they donât need to since sheâs busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless.Â
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.Â
The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you donât mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.
While youâre 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?"Â
He doesnât say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait.Â
"What are you doing?â He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move).Â
Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, âIâm cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. Itâs kinda messy if you couldnât tell."Â
You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "Iâm almost done. Did you need me for something?"Â
He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance."Â
Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type.Â
"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,â you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, âover there.â You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty.Â
He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.
âWhat made you allow us to stay?â He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily.Â
Youâre a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. âWell like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it⊠I didnât know youâd lost your friend, but I could tell something wasnât right. And⊠I donât know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldnât kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.â Itâs true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently youâve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life.Â
âThereâs something youâre not saying.â He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while heâs right you only shrug.Â
âMy reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.â You donât mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood.Â
âI meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious."Â
You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, donât say sorry. Iâm just a bit cranky is all, havenât been getting much sleep."Â
He can tell thatâs not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop.Â
Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door.Â
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, youâre 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 Legolasâ face before he can exit.Â
When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'rangerâ and smiles.Â
"Oh, Y/N there you are!"Â
Uh oh, heâs not supposed to be there.Â
"B-Brian, hey, what⊠what are you doing here?â You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. âI didnât even know you knew my addressâŠ"Â
He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Donât worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You havenât been answering your messages and this is the most work youâve missed in the past, like, 4 years.â 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.Â
You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, âYes, well Iâve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I donât see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until Iâm ready to come back.â 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, thatâs weird.Â
But you decide not to comment on it.
âRight, well, who is this? I havenât seen him before."Â
Shoot.Â
You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my⊠boyâŠfriend⊠Ara- Er, Aaron. Heâs, uh, staying here because his house burned down.â God, youâre a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. âWho he is doesnât matter, Iâm kinda busy right now so if you could justâŠ"Â
You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didnât know you have a boyfriend!â His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,
Ughhhhh  fucking Brian .Â
Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, âIs there an issue over here?"Â
Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir.Â
"Wait, who is this then?â His countenance goes kinda sour, âYour other boyfriend?"Â
You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brianâs bitter comment). "This is⊠Aaronâs druggie brother, BoâŠBeau. He likes meth.â
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 . âYou have crackheads staying at your house?! With how youâve been recently?! S-Should I-"Â
You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls donât need their  coworkers  to keep them safe. Iâve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or Iâll call Marissa and tell her about,â you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, âThe janitors closetâŠ"Â
His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight youâd walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! Iâll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!"Â
Heâs gone before you even close the door.Â
You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.
"Miss Y/N?â Merry calls from behind the couch. âWhat did he mean by 'how youâve beenâ? Are you alright?"Â
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!?â You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You donât 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.Â
âHeâs always in my damn business! Acting like I havenât caught him doing  unmentionable  things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!â You donât mean to yell or to get so angry, but itâs almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. âHeâs such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!â
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.
âI apologize, I-I didnât mean to-â Woah he actually trips over his words.
Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. âNo, shut up. Donât apologize Iâm not actually mad at you.â It sounds like you are, but you arenât.
If you were looking at him, youâd see that he visibly relaxes.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to yell I just⊠he frustrates me. Iâm not angry at any of you, I promise.â 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.
âYouâre kind of scary,â Sam states from Frodoâs side at the entrance of the kitchen.Â
You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, âScary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.â If anything theyâre the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that.Â
You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, âIâm really sorry."Â
A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldnât have opened the door."Â
This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks youâre my homeless male friend and heâs your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.â You donât bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place.Â
Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, âWhatâs meth?"Â
Lord save your soul.Â
â
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 youâre all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that heâs taken an inventory of your kitchen.Â
"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?â You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor.Â
âWho is chef Ramsay?â Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter.Â
Oh, right, the poor soul doesnât know the meme.Â
âNobody, what are you up to?â You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen.Â
âWell⊠your shelves are lacking a lot. And your⊠what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?"Â
You donât 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 didnât think sheâd need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they havenât seen food for the past week⊠every meal."Â
"So then perhaps we should go shopping!â He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor.Â
Excuse me, did he just say 'weâ? Uh, yeah no.
You shake your head quickly, âNo, Sam there arenât people like you in my world. I canât take you."Â
His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I canât tell you what to get if I donât goâŠ"Â
Aw⊠he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, Iâll tell you what. Iâll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?â
Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, âOh, that sounds wonderful!"Â
Bingo.Â
"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said sheâll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!â Okay, maybe this wasnât a good idea.Â
You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. âHere you are, dear. Take your time, and Iâll go tomorrow. And donât forget to ask everyone else what they want.â
Hopefully, you wonât live to regret this.Â
Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin.Â
These fellas are going to bankrupt you⊠but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then itâs definitely worth it.Â
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