#bloodmoon x you

[tsbs-shipfessions]

bloodmoon x me

Turbo, this is the seventh time you've talked about Bloodmoon x you this week.

((/ref))

[ellecdc]

“yes the both of you look adorable, but can i please have my clothes back now?” With MoonKiller? (I think that’s the ship name for Remus and Barty)

oooooh a moonkiller! don't mind if I do

poly!bloodmoon x fem!reader who steal Remus' jumpers [352 words]

CW: whale vomit?, slytherin reader, barty and reader cannot be left unsupervised

Remus probably should have known better than to leave the two of you unsupervised in his dorm for any amount of time; this really was likely his own fault.

“What are you wearing?” He asked both of you as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room after his prefect rounds, the rest of Gryffindor long in bed and the two of you opting to leave his shared dorm to his roommates. And they said Slytherin’s weren’t polite.

You were the only one who answered him, though. “Chanel No. 5! Do you like it?” You responded cheekily, eyes shining with mirth and maybe a little bashfulness. 

“That has whale vomit in it, you know.” Barty interjected lazily. “You’ve doused yourself in whale vomit.” 

“Junior, why must you make everything disgusting?” You whined then, and Barty gave you an incredulous look.

“I didn’t put the whale vomit in it; ask Chanel.” 

“Okay,” Remus interrupted what he could tell was about to become an argument, “Junior, what are you wearing?”

“Probably some Chanel No. 5.” He offered quickly with a satisfied smirk. “I think it sort of rubbed off on me.”

“You’re wearing whale vomit too.” You snickered, blowing Barty a raspberry that saw him lifting you off of the ottoman you’d been kneeling on and folding you up in his lap with no shortage of delighted squeals from you. 

“Are both of you wearing my jumpers?” Remus finally asked, realising he should have started with the direct approach right from the get go. 

“Yes!” Barty answered excitedly. “Don’t we look cute?” 

“Yes, the both of you look adorable.” Remus deadpanned, though he knew his expression probably fell far softer than he was going for. “Can I have my clothes back now?” 

Your bottom lip jutted out comically as you began to pout at him, but Barty - ever the problem solver - offered him a solution.

“Lupin, Remus, Moony, darling light of my life; let’s not go to extremes, yeah? Why don’t we make a trade?” He countered rather conspiratorially. 

And whilst Remus wasn’t really a fan of quidditch, he did look really good in green.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok so, before the indigo disk released I heard there was going to be people with competitive movesets, so before it released I literally made myself an entire competitive team. IM A CASUAL PLAYER 😭😭 and I just think it’d be really funny that carmine and kieran would probably think i’m just gonna stroll up with my usual team but nope swords dance + scale shot 💃 if you could write their reactions to the new squad I just think it’d be funny lmao

(If you want the team I made for reference, it was koraidon, ogerpon, chien-pao, blood moon ursaluna, armarouge, and a shiny slither wing because I felt like having a shiny so I hunted one lol)

- 🪑🥚

Bro I went into the Indigo Disk 100% blind so you can imagine my shock when I realized double battles were gonna be everywhere </3

I mostly had a "fuck it we ball" mentality going through it (which made some battles go on for WAY too long), but later I taught my Ceruledge Poltergeist when I realized almost every NPC in the dlc uses held items.

Funny enough Ogerpon (with Spiky Shield) and BM Ursaluna were on my team. He was an absolute TANK with the assault vest and he knocked out Hydrapple with a Moonblast

Anyways enough rambling and onto the request!

......

Kieran

He was expecting your usual team when you started challenging the BB Elite Four, rolling his eyes at the thought of you trying to use the same old tactics to defeat him.

But he's changed. He's gotten stronger and wanted you to be surprised by what he can do now.

Instead, though, when you arrive to the championship battle...not only did you bring out Ogerpon with her teal mask to (supposedly) insult him, but you also had Chien-Pao, which may spell trouble for his Dragonite.

He'll admit, you were clever to bring a Pokémon who could lower the defense of all the others and cut their HP in half with Ruination..but he doesn't give up yet.

Seeing a shiny that looked like a Volcarona but fluffier was certainly bewildering--as is the Bloodmoon Ursaluna you managed to tame back in Kitakami and the Armarouge who sets up a Psychic Terrain to boost its Expanding Force, allowing it to hit two of his Pokémon at once.

Oh, and apparently you have not one but TWO Koraidons, with the one you brought into battle being more brash and a fierce fighter in its Apex build.

You set that one up with a Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo that absolutely kicks ass, somehow striking your opponents 4-5 times whenever you command it.

Kieran's certainly gotten smarter about his team, but so have you, and he's livid about it.

It was like you enjoyed knocking him down over and over again...yet he can't hear the reluctance in your voice as you utter the final move that finishes off his Hydrapple.

You knew you had to win. He needed to be humbled.

But it didn't feel good at all as you watched him crumble and Drayton rub his loss in his face.

Carmine

When you battled her, she (like her brother) expected to see some familiar faces on your team.

Yet you surprised her (in a good way, very much unlike her brother) with Ogerpon, and she smiles and asks if she missed her, with the legendary responding with a small hop and a happy trill....

Followed by a devastating Ivy Cudgel that lands a critical hit on her Pokémon.

Yeah, she can definitely tell you've been training the Ogre a lot, but she's proud of how confident she's grown nevertheless.

Seeing you have both Chien-Pao and another Koraidon working in tandem is impressive, especially with that Ruination + Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo you pulled.

BM Ursaluna and Shiny Slither Wing are the only two that genuinely shock Carmine, as she's only seen one in myths and the other....she's never seen in her entire life.

But after the trip to Area Zero, she understands Slither Wings better (although she's amazed you managed to find a shiny down there).

Either way, those two are powerhouses.

She remembered you talking about a little lonely Charcadet you found during an outbreak, and to see it has grown up into a mighty Armarouge was such a sweet thing to see.

You clearly took the time to plan out your team before coming to the Blueberry Academy.

Carmine found your battle to be fun.

Although she can't exactly say Kieran will feel the same way..considering Ogerpon is with you and you have some new tricks up your sleeve.

But she figured he oughta find that out for himself.

[llamaisllama777]

My reaction to today's episodes...

Monty don't go it's what he wants!!!!!

Bullpoop, you're sorry!

Also, I love the sass Earth has in the episode, and I CAN NOT wait to see Earth throw down with Bloodmoon and Ruin.

Nice to have a funny/sad episode. I really did love this episode. Getting to see how Moon and Sun reacted to being separated for the first time was awesome, I always wondered if we get to see them when they first separated. Seeing Moon like this was hilarious.

The ending makes me VERY WORRIED, though.

[si-wildchild-queen]

Bloodmoon X Partially Blind Reader!. ~

ROMANTIC!.

(From My Other Account.) ~ Will Be Sharing Soon!.

"Goodnight Sweet Crimson ~"

BloodMoon cooed from the other end of the phone.

You lightly smiled to yourself.

"Goodnight Bloodmoon...."

With that you hung up the phone, deciding to get all cozy and curled up in your bed, you spent what felt like an eternity trying but clearly failing at falling asleep!.

Groaning in annoyance, you tapped the screen on your phone.

"It's 8:50?!?."

You shoved your face into the pillow, accepting that your attempts at getting an early good night's sleep would fail...again....

Shuffling out of the bed, you stretched your arms out like a dinosaur and let out a big yawn, smiling to yourself, you decided that it would be a good time to get some fresh air...after all it was the best time for you sight wise- you were partially blind...if the room or atmosphere wasn't dimmed down light wise...then it could be a bit difficult to see...it was manageable of course but your vision wasn't at its peak like it could be in this moment.

Taking a step out the door, you groaned in slight annoyance as a car with its headlights on..extra bright!. Sat there in the parking lot, facing towards you-

A few blurs emerged, attempting to cloud your bettered vision.

Placing a hand over your eyes, you quickly turned the other way and began your walk around the neighborhood.

(Sorry if this part is a bit inaccurate for anybody🥺.)

You heard some rustling in an alleyway nearby, now normally you wouldn't come near that particular area...but something was telling you that this time was different...

Cautiously making your way to the noise, you slowly peeked your head around the corner-

Your eyes widened.

Someone was getting viciously attacked by a kitten!.

It's hisses indicated that it was a very angry kitty....

You marched your way forward but froze as the "Ows." And "Bad Kitty's." Sounded like BloodMoons voice...

You took a few steps forward, slightly hoping that it was him...you had never gotten a good look at him before..

*That'll be the day.* You thought to yourself and sighed.

"Bloodmoon?."

The figure froze, his hold on the kitten loosened, causing it to run over to you.

Rubbing against your leg, it's demeanor changed...purring, you picked it up and smiled!.

It was so tiny, you assumed it must have been the runt out of its liter... And it had the cutest striped plastered on its face!.

Its paws looked to have unique stripes on them as well...

You lightly chuckled at the kitten.

"Well aren't you quite the unique kitty?."

You lightly frowned as the voice that you had completely forgotten about spoke up.

"(Y/n?). Is that really you?"

(We're gonna say there are street lights so you're not in complete darkness)

Him taking a few steps forward, you held the kitten close to your chest, the kitten seeming to enjoy the attention...

Your mouth gaped a bit in awe, your free hand reached up to cup BloodMoons cheek.

BloodMoons expression changed from confusion to worry.

"What are you doing out here at this hour?. Don't you know it's dangerous?."

You sighed and glanced away for a moment, looking down at the kitten that was now asleep you smiled softly.

BloodMoons eyes widened a bit.

"Wait a second....(Y/n?)...Can you see me?."

You looked back up to BloodMoon and nodded.

"Yes!. I Can!."

You lightly giggled, feeling joy.

BloodMoons smile widened and he hugged you!.

Pulling away, he gave a light eskimo kiss.

The kitten stirred in its sleep, BloodMoon put a hand on it and gently patted its head.

He chuckled.

"I know this looks bad...but I can explain."

Bloodmoon put a hand to the back of his neck, scratching it in a nervous manner.

"I like to go out at night and I saw the kitten, and I thought- well that's one less kitten wandering the streets and- um...-

You giggled.

"It's okay...I always knew you were a softy...but I didn't know it was this bad."

You lightly joked.

Bloodmoon smiled, hugging you once more, he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Maybe we should do this more often?. Hanging out when it's dark I mean-

Bloodmoon started to stumble over his words.

"Yeah...I would like that a lot actually...if we're being honest..."

You pull away giving a slightly guilty look.

"We could have been doing this for awhile if we had just been a tinsy bit better at communication...we would have known our terrible sleep schedules."

You laughed, Bloodmoon laughing along with you.

"I'm a night owl...I can't sleep but I try."

Bloodmoon deepened the hug.

"Me too."

[cutely-inserts-my-opinion]

I accidentally named one of my ghoul steeds in horse life a name that sounds like a Jack x Bloodmoon ship name

Dang it does-

[the-incorrect-quotes-show]

Update: bloodmoon is back and he has a knife

also he can drive now

well they cant do that now th eyre fucking dead

[elliethejellie]

Tainted Magic, Tainted Blood ~ Prologue

A "The Sun and Moon Show" AU x Reader

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter One

*****

"Come on, this has to work." 

Eclipse regarded the tattered maroon book in his hands with caution but determination as he stood in the center of his makeshift shrine. He had set everything up that he needed to. The runes were traced carefully into the dirt beneath him and the sun had long since set. Nobody else was anywhere near his carefully-selected location deep within the forest, and the full moon shone brightly up above. He even dressed himself in the darkest clothes he could manage to find, and now stood in front of his offering of some of his own blood. All that was left now was to speak the words written in the ancient language upon the pages in the dark book. He raised the book up with one hand and stretched out his other arm theatrically.

"De profundis clamavi te;

Fer caedem, fer potestatem;

Sanguis lunae me adducere!"

As the foreign words fell from Eclipse's mouth, he felt something powerful flow through his body. It was as if every single one of his nerve endings had come alive all at once, and the trees around him seemed to also sway and shake about from the invisible force. Darkness clouded out the full moon and the runes began to glow a bright red. Eclipse felt a laugh bubbling up from his chest. It was working! Everything was going according to plan!

Just as the wind began to pick up and the entire forest clearing was coated with the red glow, it all just... 

Stopped. 

The trees stood still and the feeling of untamed magic running through his body ceased.

"What?" Eclipse hissed, frantically looking around. What had gone wrong? He had followed all of the steps, even went above and beyond on some of them! Did he say the spell incorrectly? Was there not enough of a blood offering? Eclipse desperately scanned through the page the book was open to, trying to discern what - if anything - he failed to incorporate. But he drew up blank. 

He was about to call it quits when he realized that the clearing was still drenched in red lighting. The moon was also still nowhere to be seen, and although the runes were no longer lit up, they seemed to be... moving?

A slow, guttural laugh sounded from behind Eclipse, prompting him to wildly scan the trees behind him. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he turned back around and startled, tripping over his own feet and falling backwards into the dirt.

A humanoid, red and black... thing towered above him, smiling deviously.

"Finally!" it yelled, making Eclipse flinch from his spot on the ground. "We have been summoned, but by who? Oh, it certainly has been a long while since we've visited this realm! Yes, yes, a while it has been!"

The creature smiled down at Eclipse, bearing his sharp teeth in the process. Its eyes seemed to glow in the red lighting that still shone in the clearing, and Eclipse found himself noticing that instead of pupils, it had one red and one white star in its eyes. It chuckled again as it took in the trembling figure beneath it.

"You are the one that summoned us, yes?" it asked, tilting its head to the side in curiosity.

Eclipse blinked his dazed state away and cleared his throat as he rose back to his feet. "You are BloodMoon?" he asked, a little taken aback. The creature seemed to smile even wider at the mention of its name.

"Yes, yes! We are BloodMoon! Feast your eyes on damnation!" it bellowed into the sky above, throwing its hands up into the air. Eclipse looked at it with a hint of distaste in his expression.

"You're a lot... Oh, how do I put this... smaller than I would have expected," he said eyeing the demon skeptically. It seemed to take great offense to his statement.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" the demon roared. "We ought to show you your place, strange man! Yeah, show you your place, we shall!" It turned around and stopped abruptly at the sight of the blood offering in the center of the circle of runes. A strange sound emmitted from its chest, rising up and taking over the otherwise silent clearing. Eclipse eyed the demon curiously as it circled the rock with his blood. 

The red creature lifted the rock with wide eyes as its devious smile returned to its face. "Blood we seek, and blood we have found. Oh, how exciting! But we did not work for this blood. Taking it shall be no fun!" it said, scrutinizing the stained rock. Now it was Eclipse's turn to take offense.

"Excuse me," he said, stepping back into the demon's view. "Yeah, hi. Just thought you should know that that's an offering to you, from yours truly," he said, gesturing to himself. He held up his arm, showing the red line that gleamed in the even redder light. "All I ask in return is a little favor of you," he continued, looking down at the creature. It blinked back up at him curiously.

"An offering, he says. Yes, he says an offering. But for what? We don't take favors lightly." The demon seemed to growl slightly at the thought of having to perform any kind of task for Eclipse. Still, he smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back, pacing around BloodMoon with a superior heir about him now.

"Let's make a deal," he declared. "If you like that little offering I have for you, then you'll certainly like what you'll get if you agree to work with me."

BloodMoon tilted his head to the side once more, regarding Eclipse's posture wearily. The demon did not like that he carried himself as if he was somehow better than it. Eclipse was mortal, unlike BloodMoon, who would outlive him greatly in its immortality. Still, its curiosity outweighed its distaste for Eclipse's attitude. "Shall we get to kill? Maim and behead? Drink blood all day? Will we be well fed?"

Eclipse was starting to find himself rather annoyed by the way the demon spoke. He took a breath to calm his irritation before speaking again. "Have you ever had royal blood?" he questioned, allowing his smile to return to his face. BloodMoon's eyes seemed to shine brighter.

"Royal blood? Royal blood? We thinks we have not! No, no royal blood in the roster!" it confessed, stepping from side to side in what Eclipse assumed was anxious bloodlust. He smiled. This was going exactly as he wanted it to go. The demon was hungry for blood, and seemed ready to do just about anything to get it.

"Then work together with me, and you shall have the blood of a princess," Eclipse proclaimed, extending his hand towards the demon. BloodMoon stared quizzically at Eclipse's hand, as if it was debating the situation inwardly. After a long moment of it silently teetering from side to side, it energetically grabbed his hand with both of its, chuckling darkly.

"Oh, little Eclipse, little Eclipse," it said, not letting go of his hand. Eclipse wondered how it knew his name when he never told him. "We hope you understand what you just did," it warned. Eclipse scoffed and attempted to pull his hand away, but was met with a surprisingly strong grip. BloodMoon's pointed black nails dug into his skin, drawing more blood from him than he felt comfortable with. He locked eyes with the demon's challenging stare, ready to face whatever it was that he needed to in order to get what he truly wanted - to be King. To rub it into his stupid brothers' faces when he was the one to marry the princess. To watch them fade from everyone's mind as he rose to the top, ruler of the kingdom that treated him so harshly. Ruler to everyone.

Eclipse suddenly cried out as the clearing seared in a bright white light. BloodMoon let go of his hand, so he promptly fell backwards again for the second time that night. He writhed in pain on the ground beneath the demon, unaware of what exactly was going on, but unable to think either way. BloodMoon let out a develish cackle, rising off of the ground as its hands performed complicated movements it seemed to know by heart. 

The white light slowly drifted from being everywhere, to a concentrated sphere in between BloodMoon's hands. More of the same foreign language Eclipse used to summon it fell from the demon's mouth and the stars it had for pupils disappeared. The pain Eclipse felt grew stronger, stronger so as he gasped desperately for air on the ground. 

Just as the pain began to become unbearable, it stopped and BloodMoon touched back down to the forest floor in front of him. Eclipse sputtered, trying to catch his breath for a moment before finally looking up at the demon. A soft white, glowing orb floated just above one of its outstretched hands, illuminating the demon's face and casting shadows that accented its bloodthirsty eyes. 

Eclipse brought himself to stand after a few more moments passed of him slowing his breath. BloodMoon looked up at him with an unreadable expression, leaving Eclipse with an uneasy feeling. "W-What is that?" he stuttered, hating how weak his voice sounded now. 

"What is this, he asks. Ohhoho~ This shall be most intriguing. Most intriguing indeed!" the demon singsonged, much to Eclipse's annoyance. His patience was beginning to run thin, especially now that he felt like crap. It was as if he hadn't slept in days while doing vigorous work the entire time. He had no idea what that... That... Thing had done to him, but he didn't like it.

Just as he was about to begin angrily interrogating the demon, it spoke again. "This, is for you, little Eclipse," it said, holding his hand with the floating orb in it out to him. "You can call it... a star. Oh, yes, a little star for little Eclipse." Eclipse reached out slowly to touch the star and recoiled with a hiss when it burned his finger. BloodMoon seemed to find that funny, which only ran Eclipse's patience dry.

"Okay, listen here, you imbecile," he spat, standing a little taller. "You shook my hand, now let's talk business. No games, no rhymes, no stupid metaphors." BloodMoon tilted its head to the side yet again, amusement in its eyes. It pulled its hand away and the star continued to float over nothing. 

"No games, he says. No fun! Little Eclipse, quite the killjoy." The demon turned and picked up the rock with Eclipse's blood on it again. "That star can grant your many wishes. As many as you want. Everything you seek, wish for it and you'll see." 

If it weren't for what the demon actually had said, Eclipse probably would have seethed at the fact that they rhymed again. But now he stared at the white orb, his devious grin plastered to his face once again. He reached out to the orb and placed his hands underneath it, as BloodMoon had done moments before. To his surprise, the star followed his hands back towards him. 

This was it. He finally had everything he needed to start his ascension to King. No, why stop there? Why not just be a god to this pathetic little world? 

Calm down, he thought to himself. Start with becoming King. If all goes well, then you can go from there. He silenced his thoughts and tried to focus on what his first plan of business would be. There were so many options. 

And yet, only one stood out to him as his first order. 

Eclipse closed his eyes, concentrating hard on the star's energy. Now that he was focusing on it, he realized he never stopped feeling the power of it flowing through his body. He was merely distracted. But not anymore.

BloodMoon backed away from Eclipse, hopping from foot to foot now with excitement. "WE FEAST ON MORE BLOOD AND FUTURE COME!" it bellowed into the night sky. "PRINCESS BLOOD! PRINCESS BLOOD!"

Eclipse ignored the chanting of the demon. His smile was bordering wicked now that he knew just how powerful he was. Nobody would see what was coming. Nobody would know better. Nobody could stop him! 

Now, for his first order of business...

Nobody shall remember who Sun and Moon are.

*****

A/N: AHHHHHHH IM SO PROUD OF THISSSS!!! I hope y'all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it because ohhh myyy godddd!! Did you like how I incorporated some of BloodMoon's actual lines from the show into this? Did ya did ya did ya???

How're we feeling? Scared? Excited? Wondering when you'll be in the story! Well, literally next chapter, if I don't change my mind. So far, I already have literally the ENTIRE plot for this story written out, so as long as I don't lose motivation and y'all give me encouragement (pls I'm literally such a baby I need to be told my writing is good), this story has amazing things coming!!

[raayllum]

Bloodmoon Huntress / An Empty Throne / Heroes and Masterminds

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I wanna kiss Bloodmoon when he has a ton of blood in his mouth. Preferably mine.

The real question is what part of you did he acquire the blood from?

[bucephaly]

I'd buy a print of that frog and hang it in my house np joke

I should make a woodcut of it 🤔🤔🤔 [< already hates carving English script backwards in wood and will surely hate carving syllabary backwards too]

[atherflame-theconcubus]

How do you feel about Jack x Bloodmoon?

I like the concept of it, but I don’t like it with Jack and blood moon.

Conceptually speaking, it’s interesting. Two individuals similar in nature who turned out different due to their experiences, falling in love with one another, isn’t an interesting trope.

Practice speaking, it feels weird for multiple reasons (I have the rule that shipping any celestial with another celestial in the sun and moon show is a landmine)

Not gonna hate people who do ship it, but personally it’s just not my thing.

[llamaisllama777]

WEEKLY/DAILY (NOT WEEKLY NOR DAILY) EPISODE REVIEW!!! 👏

I missed this episode and wanted to talk about it. I love how Monty and Earth interact whenever they are both on screen. I love their dynamic. Also, welcome, Daisy the Bunny! I am glad Daisy's here to help Earth with all her mental stuff, Daisy clearly makes Earth happy, and that makes Monty and us happy. 😊

OH NO. Moon's getting close to figuring it out! I wonder what he'll do if he finds out? I don't think Moon will tell Sun about Dazz being a July 16th victim, I think he'll keep that fact quiet, but I don't think Dazzle herself will. Moon, keep a close eye on Dazz for a while. Also, DAZZ IS GETTING A NEW BODY! YA! Thanks Moon. Wonder what she'll look like?

Sun's getting better, mentally wise. Got major deja vu from this episode back when Sun killed Bloodmoon. Seeing Sun overcome his personal monsters makes me feel happy. He deserves to have something nice to happen to him, especially before *cough!* JULY 16TH *cough!*

It was also great to see Bloodmoon again also...

Small theory 🤏... I know this Bloodmoon is just a hallucination, but something I like to think is that when characters see a "hallucinations" of so one it's actually that person spirit talking to them. So, Bloodmoon was actually talking to Sun, trying to get his goat one last time, but clearly failed. But that's just a theory...

A game theor...

So that's how they got back! Thanks Francis 👍 oh, also, everyone meet Francis, Frank's more positive half. He's a goof, but he's our goof and a very helpful one at that. Maybe he can help with all this anti-Puppet and Astral business. Puppet and Eclipse make quite the team... it's a chaotic and reluctant team, but their a team, and I love it. Eclipse's "whole leaving in a week" plan seems to be no longer in effect. You're stuck here, Eclipse, Welcome home.

11/10 👏 👏 👏

[yandereloveraw]

I'm imagining Allo or Eyeless AJ [or both] pulling Y/N into a waltz while singing along to Eat Your Young by Hozier and playfully nibbling you on your neck.

🎶 I'm starving, Darling.

Let me put my lips to something.

Let me wrap my teeth around the world ~🎵

[Lyrics and song belong to Hozier]

[Eyeless Jack belongs to his creator]

[marvisions]

Oh hell yeah here we go

What fictional character are you completely convinced is a lesbian and nothing anyone can say will change your mind on that and why?

I want to know because I feel like lesbian head-canons are always pushed aside in fandom.

[entishramblings]

Haunting Me

[Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: I have been struggling to write (like usual), so I figured I would whip out a no pressure Legolas fic. ANYWAYS, I strangely loved writing this!!! Thanks for the request XOXO

Request: @goose-gremlin — “Could you maybe do a Legolas x Reader on their period?”

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is a member of Greenwood's Guard and is struggling with menstrual/period pain. Legolas takes care of her.

Disclaimer: I don't know elvish. I use the gracious elvish dictionary. Sue me lol

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: blood, menstruation/period, pain, PMS, slight nakedness (not anything spicy you filthy fools), fluff, sweet precious elf boy

MASTERLIST | AO3 | WATTPAD

(Y/N)’s nose twitched, the pungent, musty scent of the incoming vile beasts invaded the fresh earthy tones of the Greenwood forest. Her keen ears picked up on subtle scurrying, the sound carried by the drift of the soft wind. Her jaw clenched and her fingers adjusted the grasp of her sword as she felt the aura of the trees shift—a surge of adrenaline fueling her anxiety, worsening the pain in her abdomen. Briefly locking eyes with the other elves in her sector, spread among the trees alert and ready, she knew their moment of action was imminent.

(Y/N) summoned the little energy she had through a deep inhale, praying to the Valar that these spiders wouldn't be in such a frenzied state. Because, if so, fuck that. For at the present moment in time, she really didn't have the capacity to deal with that absolute, motherfucking horseshit.

Because, truly, getting killed due to slowness from fatigue and cramps from one’s bloodmoon cycle would be rather unfortunate and deeply regrettable. However, facing expulsion from the guard and losing her reputation as one of the hand-picked defenders of the royal line because of it would be even worse.

(Y/N)’s gaze narrowed as Prince Legolas, leader of the Greenwood Guard, raised a closed fist.

Nêl (Three).

Tâd (Two).

Mîn (One).

He opened his palm, signaling the command: Kill them. Kill them all.

With a firm thud, (Y/N)'s boots landed on the soft soil as she sprung from the trees. She was quick with her blade, hunting the spiders as if they were meaningless prey. Her weapon was an extension of her form. Every movement was fluid and graceful, a testament to her mastery of combat. Despite her pain, she spun and twisted with ease, severing the arachnids' limbs effortlessly.

As she fought, she made sure to keep an eye on the Prince, knowing that if anything were to happen to Legolas under her watch, the king would surely banish her. Besides, she harbored no desire for him to meet his demise. She found him rather…admirable. Nothing more than that—of course not.

As (Y/N) advanced upon one of the vile beasts, her senses tingled with warning. Abruptly, she halted in her tracks, narrowly dodging an arrow that whizzed past her stomach. Her eyes narrowed as she wiped her head to see just who fired that arrow. A scoff escaped her lips as she locked eyes with him: Rekón.

When the battle came to an end, (Y/N) strutted towards Rekón, who was wiping the edge of his blade upon his thigh.

“What the hell was that out there?!” She snapped at him.

“What is it you speak of?”

“You nearly put an arrow in me!”

He shrugged. “Perhaps, you should have been faster, Shadowfoot.”

She scoffed at Greenwood’s nickname for her. “You're lucky I am fast. I can assume you don’t want elven blood on your hands—especially my blood.

He sheathed his blade and crossed his arms. “Don’t exaggerate, (Y/N). It’s unbecoming. Besides,” he leaned in and his voice lowered, taking on a snarky tone, “I don't care if you're handpicked by the King to be the Prince’s shadow, you're a pain in the ass.”

“Really, Otuuk Fe`Saign (warg kisser)?! I could have you and your ass in the mud faster than you could say—”

The rather tense interaction was interrupted by Legolas clearing his throat beside the pair. “What is going on over here?” he demanded.

(Y/N) huffed, not taking her eyes off the man before her. “Rekón here nearly redecorated my abdomen with a fucking arrow!”

The Prince sighed. “You know we can’t always calculate every motion on the battlefield, (Y/N). I am sure Rekón meant no harm.” He paused, turning his attention to the ellon. “Rekón, in the future, mind your arrows.”

“That’s the reprimand he gets?! Are you fu—“

Legolas looked at the elleth. “Watch your language, Shadowfoot. I expect this attitude to be gone by the time we enter my father’s halls.”

With that, Legolas walked away, calling out orders to burn the spider carcasses and move out.

As he disappeared into the mess of elves, (Y/N)’s brows pulled downward in a grumpy frown. “Princeling Ass,” she murmured to herself.

Unbeknownst to her, as she turned away, Legolas' gaze followed her, seeking out her form and lingering as she walked away.

….

The sun had not yet risen when the Prince’s sector of the Greenwood Guard arrived back in the Palace. The warriors dispersed into the armory, diligently stowing their weapons and armor in their designated places. (Y/N), however, did no such thing. Instead, with a persistent scowl etched on her face, she marched through the room and passed through the arched exit of the armory—presumably heading towards her chambers. Legolas's gaze tracked her suspiciously as she departed.

As the day progressed, the members of the Prince’s sector resumed their usual routines. Because it was their first day back from patrol, they were exempt from basic guard duties and standard positions. Instead, they utilized the early hours of the morning to bathe and rejuvenate themselves before gathering in the dining hall for breakfast. The remainder of the day was theirs to unwind and compile their patrol reports—the King sought to stay informed about all occurrences and perspectives during patrols, for a darkness seemed to be spreading among his trees.

At supper, Legolas moved among the tables in the dining hall, gathering last-minute reports from the warriors in his sector. As he did so, he scanned the long wooden benches, searching for the scowling gaze that had accompanied the last couple of days of patrol; however, there was no such gaze and no such person that it belonged to. Simply put, there was no sign of (Y/N).

She had missed all three meals and had failed to submit her patrol report.

Legolas cleared his throat before he addressed the elves from whom he was collecting papers. “Have you seen Shadowfoot? I need her report,” he inquired.

They shook their heads, more interested in their food than one missing shadow.

Legolas sighed, but refrained from pressing further. If anyone knew her whereabouts, they would have mentioned it.

Therefore, he made his way to her quarters.

When he arrived, he knocked softly on the door, but was met with silence.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice carrying through the wooden barrier.

Still, there was no response.

After a moment’s hesitation, Legolas reached for the door knob and twisted it slowly. The wood swung open quietly under his touch, exposing the darkness of the room beyond. Moonlight filtered in through the opened window, casting shadows that danced across the floor, the curtains billowing gently in the cold night air.

Legolas carefully stepped through the threshold and closed the door behind him. As he took in his surroundings further, surprise crossed his features. He didn't know what he had been expecting since he hadn't been in (Y/N)’s quarters, but it most certainly was not this.

The room was a complete mess. Clothing lay strewn about, along with various trinkets—small hand-carved boxes, beautiful natural rocks, and melted candles absent of flame. Several stacks of books were piled beside the bed, a few of them open and their pages still. Her weapons were scattered haphazardly, some resting on the floor, others on the table or atop the dresser. Legolas even noticed a few knives embedded into the wooden door—a sight that would surely displease Ada.

It was chaotic but calm in a sort of strange way. Typical for (Y/N), he supposed.

The Prince moved to walk further into the room, but was quickly halted against his will. His foot had gotten caught and, if it wasn't for his swift reflexes, he would have face-planted upon the stone flooring.

Legolas sucked in a sharp breath as he stabilized his form. Glancing down, he discovered the culprit—a crumpled tunic tangled around his boot, its fabric caught between the lacings.

He immediately sighed in dismay.

The blond-haired Prince reached down to untangle the stubborn garment. It proved to be a more challenging task than he had anticipated, requiring a few moments of quiet curses and annoyed grunts before he managed to free himself. Carefully, he folded the fabric and placed it upon a nearby chair.

Cautiously, he advanced to the large bed. At first, he could not spot the warrior within, given that the fluffy comforter and mountain of pillows were blocking his view. However, when he pulled back the blankets slightly, sure enough, she was buried deep within. The pillows were arranged around her like a protective nest and she was laying on her side. Her hair was splattered across the cushioned fabric and her expression was…one of pain. Her brows were pulled tight, her nose crinkled, and lips slightly parted.

At this, Legolas frowned, for he was now troubled deeply.

Diligently, the Prince reached out to brush some hair from her face, but just as his fingers made contact with her cheek, his action was interrupted.

(Y/N) suddenly sat up, a knife in hand. With wild eyes, she tried to slam it into his carotid artery.

He reacted quickly, Legolas intercepted her arm, preventing the blade from reaching its target. For a moment, they both froze in that tense position, the gravity of the situation sinking in as they processed what was happening.

(Y/N) was breathing quickly and she appeared very disheveled and confused. It seemed to take her a moment longer to grasp the situation fully.

"Jukkete (fuck)," she breathed out, trying to catch her breath before snapping at him. "Legolas, I almost killed you!"

The Prince still held her wrist. “(Y/N),” he began, “Are you alright?”

She huffed. "You know better than to sneak up on me like that, Princeling!" With a sharp twist, she pulled away from his grasp and settled back into the blankets. “What are you doing here?”

He raised his brows. “Princeling?” he questioned, a hint of amusement in his tone.

(Y/N) only grunted in response.

He sighed. “No one has seen you all day and—“ his sentence abruptly halted as he noticed a red stain upon the comforter. “(Y/N), you are bleeding!” He exclaimed. Without hesitation, he grasped at the blankets, in an attempt to detangle her form from them, as he continued his babbling of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured on patrol?!”

“Legolas,” she interrupted, her voice firm.

“Is it from Rekón’s arrow?! I thought you said he ‘nearly’ hit you?”

“Legolas,” she tried again.

He yanked the blanket further.” Because I swear to the Valar if it was from him, I will—“

“Legolas! Stop!” She snapped, her patience wearing thin. “I’m not injured.”

His jaw clenched in frustration. “(Y/N), I have been a warrior for all my life, I know the site of blood. That is blood. You cannot lie to me. I am your sector leader, your Prince—“

“Legolas! It’s my bloodmoon cycle!” she interrupted, sitting up to glare at him once more.

An awkward silence settled into the dark room.

“You are in pain,” he stated.

“I’m fine.”

His brows raised again. “Now, why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you're a princeling ass,” she retorted.

“No. Because for the last three days of patrol, your demeanor has been notably irritable, as you are now. You've been favoring your left side, your jaw has remained tightly clenched, and your skin a shade too pale. Not to mention, you've consistently had your hand on your hip, I'm assuming in an attempt to try and alleviate discomfort, and you even vomited behind a tree on two occasions. And, here you are, Shadowfoot, in bed, sleeping the day away in dirty clothes and not caring that you lay in blood.” He paused before finalizing his evidence. “You are in pain.”

“You have been spying on me?! I am supposed to be your shadow.”

“I have been keeping an eye on you,” he clarified.

“Why?!”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. “Because you are a member of my sector. You are my responsibility.”

“You are my responsibility,” she corrected.

He released hot air from his nose. “I am required to keep an eye on all of my warriors, whether they were hand-picked to guard me or not.”

(Y/N) huffed, shaking her head. “Did you know Sethna took a pretty nasty hit to her leg?”

“Don’t try to change the subject,” he gruffed.

“Legolas, did you know about it or not?”

A rather long moment of silence extended into the night before the Prince reluctantly responded in a low tone. “No.”

“Then you don't watch every warrior like you watch me.”

He inhaled slowly, trying to steer the conversation away from what (Y/N) was insinuating. “Is Sethna alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine.”

Legolas nodded slowly, before returning to the main topic. “Why didn't you tell me you were in pain while on patrol?”

She rolled her eyes before muttering his name. “Legolas.”

“Why haven't you seen a healer?” he persisted.

She exhaled slowly, knowing Legolas wasn't going to let this go. “Because the healers document everything, and those records get attached to evaluations.”

“So?”

“So, I would be dismissed from the guard and relieved of my position!” she snapped.

He snorted lightly. “You would not be dismissed from the guard nor relieved of your position.”

“Others have gotten so for far less!”

Surprising her, his normally collected tone turned into a rough reply. “That doesn't mean that you would have!”

She frowned, her once loud voice now subdued. “What's that supposed to mean?”

He sent her a warning look, his eyes cautioning her against probing further.

Silence reigned for a third time that night before Legolas spoke softly. “Rest. I will draw you a bath.”

“Princeling, I do not need you to draw me a bath. I do not need a bath at all. Like I said, I am fine.”

He shook his head. “You are in pain. Let me help you.”

“Legolas–”

He cut her off. “(Y/N), do not try to argue with me on this. That is an order. Shadow or not, I am your superior and you will listen.”

With that, he stood and made his way into the bathing chambers, leaving the elleth alone with her thoughts.

She let out a slow, contemplative exhale before sinking back into the embrace of the bed once more. Lost in a haze of exhaustion, she must have drifted into a brief slumber, for it was only moments later that Legolas returned, his thumb brushing against her cheek. His voice, barely above a whisper, reached her ears. “(Y/N),” he urged softly. “Come. The water is hot. It will alleviate your pain.”

Groggily, she opened her eyes, confusion evident in the furrow of her brow.

“Come,” he repeated.

Gradually, she sat upwards, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the mattress. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, praying to the Valar for the pain to settle.

“If the pain is too much, I can carry you,” Legolas offered in a gentle tone.

She scoffed, her eyes opening to glare at him. “I can manage on my own.”

With that declaration, (Y/N) stood up and took a few cautious steps forward. But before she could proceed further, a sharp gasp escaped her lips as the agony surged through her body, causing her to double over.

A comforting warmth enveloped her lower back as Legolas placed a reassuring hand there. He remained silent, respecting her pace and refraining from pressing his earlier offer.

A small whimper escaped her lips, tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

Legolas’ hand began to move in soft circles. “It will pass, Shadowfoot. I am here,” he whispered.

Slowly, she resumed her movement, inching her way towards the bathroom. Upon reaching the basin's edge, she gripped onto the sides tightly. She squeezed her lids shut once more, focusing on her breath.

Standing only inches behind her, Legolas spoke softly. “(Y/N), please, will you let me assist you? I hate to see you suffer.”

She exhaled through her nose, seemingly debating his offer. After a moment of contemplation, she relented. “Fine,” she stated, “but if you breathe a word of this—”

“I will not say a thing. I swear it,” he assured.

She nodded, accepting his promise.

“Let's get you undressed and in the bath then.”

With caution, his nimble fingers found the hem of her tunic and began to lift it over her head. Ensuring her stability by placing one hand gently on her hip, he then carefully guided her trousers downward, assisting her as she stepped out of them. Shaking slightly, she lifted each foot into the tub, one at a time, as the Prince's firm hand remained securely on her waist. Slowly, she lowered herself into the water, his touch barely trailing up her back as she descended. Her eyes closed and a sigh of relief escaped her lips, settling into the soothing heat of the water.

Legolas cleared his throat awkwardly. “I will just be in the other room. Call out if you need me.”

She simply hummed in response.

The Prince swiftly left the bathing room, making his way to the door leading to the hallway. Peering out, he caught sight of a maid. He called out to her and motioned for her to approach.

“Yes, my lord?” she inquired politely.

“I need you to fetch a new set of bedding and obtain the following herbs: valerian, boswellia, and athelas,” he instructed.

She nodded in understanding.

“And please, keep it discreet. I have an injured warrior in here who wishes for the injury to remain quiet.”

The maid nodded once more before hurrying off to fulfill his requests.

Legolas returned to the room, feeling the cool breeze from the open window once more. With determined strides, he crossed the space and closed it firmly, halting the chill from entering any longer. He then took to light some of the candles, casting a warm glow within the room before moving to the empty fireplace. He quickly grabbed kindling and wood from the basket beside the silent hearth, setting to task. Before long, the flames crackled loudly among the stone, radiating a comforting warmth that dispelled the lingering chill.

It was then when the maid entered, a large basket brimming with fluffy fabric in her arms. Placing it beside the bed, she then retrieved a pouch from the top. Approaching the Prince, she bowed her head. “The herbs you asked for, my lord.”

“Thank you,” he replied, accepting them graciously.

The maid took to changing the sheets, making no mention of the blood. Legolas cleared a space upon the table in (Y/N)’s room. Placing a cast iron pot—one of which was kept in each room—over the now vibrant flames, he filled it with water from a pitcher. As the water began to boil, he used a small bowl to grind the fresh herbs into a paste with a pestle. Once sufficiently smashed, he ladled some of the boiling water over it and allowed the mixture of herbs to steep, filling the air with its earthy aroma.

The maid, having finished her task of making the bed and straightening up, bid an awkward farewell to the Prince before exiting the room.

Legolas sighed, taking a seat in the chair beside the table, his ears attuned to any sounds from (Y/N)'s direction—just in case.

Nearly 45 minutes passed before she emerged from the bathroom. She was clothed in soft trousers and a loose top that hung off her shoulder, her hand pressed lightly against her abdomen.

“How do you feel?” he inquired, breaking the quietness of the night.

She turned her head towards him. “You are still here?” Her gaze swept across the room, trailing off as she took in the sight of the lit candles, crackling fire, and fresh bedding.

Abandoning the chair, he approached her and gently put his hand upon her bicep. “How is the pain, (Y/N)?”

As if suddenly drawn from her thoughts, she registered that he was indeed beside her. “I, uh, it has lessened a bit.”

He nodded, guiding her to the bed. Pulling back the clean sheets, he motioned for her to get in. Surprisingly, she complied, settling into the comfort of the fresh lavender scent emanating from the blankets and pillows.

Legolas briefly left her side before returning with a cup of tea, mixed from the healing herbs. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he lifted the cup to her lips, encouraging her to take a sip. “Drink this. It will help.”

The steam kissed her face as she took the cup from him. As she drank, the warm liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach, providing instant comfort. When she finished, she passed the cup back to him. “How do you know how to make such a tonic?”

The Prince placed the cup upon the side table. “My father used to care for my mother during her bloodmoon cycle, before she passed from this world. She too had excruciating pain. He taught me the right herbs to mix, the benefits of heat, and—” he paused, his hand moving to her lower back, where he began to massage lightly. “—what points to press to alleviate pain.”

She exhaled slowly, letting her eyes flutter closed.

“He had said, ��One day, you will have a wife who too suffers such pain. This you must learn for her.’ And I listened.”

(Y/N) did not open her eyes. “I am not your wife.”

Before he could stop himself, his lips betrayed his secrets. “You could be.”

At this, she opened one eye, as if she was trying to subtly evaluate what his words meant based on his body language. Sensing the sincerity upon his expression, her other eye opened too. She put her full attention on him. “What?”

His cheeks flushed, the tips of his elvish ears reddening, though the warm glow of the fire hid his embarrassment. He turned his head away. “Forgive me, (Y/N). I—I didn't mean to be so…so forward.” He hesitated, then looked back at her, seeing her flabbergasted expression. “I–I suppose there is no hiding it now. The reason I keep such close watch over you is because my heart won't let me do otherwise. I fear, well, I fear that you are not just a shadow following my path.” He exhaled softly. “(Y/N), you haunt me in the most beautiful way.”

She shifted from the pillows, drawing closer until her face was mere inches from Legolas’. “You–you care for me?” she whispered.

His hand tenderly cupped her cheek, his thumb moving in a soft motion. “More than I could ever put into words.”

“Legolas,” she whispered. “Your father did not assign me to your sector. I was supposed to be appointed to protect him. I—I requested to be assigned to you.”

The Prince’s gaze met hers. “Why, (Y/N)?”

“Because you too have been haunting me.”

Legolas wasted no time. He pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s in a gentle kiss and she responded eagerly. She tasted of herbal tea and hope, while he tasted of honey and peace. His hands gently cradled her face, while hers found their way to the back of his neck, fingers entwining in his hair. The scent of fresh lavender surrounded her, mingling with the aroma of pine that clung to him. In their embrace, their minds intertwined, both haunted by the other's presence—in the most beautiful way.

Slowly, they parted. Legolas pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead before speaking softly. "Lay down. Rest. I will watch over you."

She looked up at him. “Won't you lay with me? I am cold.”

He snorted, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips like the stem of a flower being plucked from a spring meadow. “You only want me to alleviate your pain, don't you?”

She grinned back at him. “Perhaps, Princeling. Though, I did not lie, I am cold.”

With a playful roll of his eyes, Legolas kicked off his boots and drew back the covers. He allowed his body to melt against (Y/N)’s, providing warmth as he gently began to massage away her tension.

A content sigh escaped the woman’s lips as she snuggled further into him, eagerly stealing his warmth and accepting the pain relief he offered.

“Princeling,” she murmured, “You better not breathe a word of this either.”

He chuckled lightly, “I will not say a thing, Shadowfoot. I swear it.”

…

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