#frodo reader insert

[swanimagines]

Lord of the Rings: Imagine being Frodo’s childhood friend who he has a crush on and him getting irritated when Merry and Pippin flirt with you.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

WISH FOR IT

The picnic you had arranged wasn’t going as well as you had imagined it could go. For some reason, Merry and Pippin were constantly shooting flirts at you and basically competing which of them would make you more flustered, and Frodo felt tenser than your late grandma when she hadn’t had her morning tea.

Meanwhile, Sam was awkwardly sipping his tea, in between Merry and Pippin and Frodo, trying to concentrate his eyes on the sandwich in front of him. He was the only one who hadn’t said a word since you sat down, and it was strange.

“You’d desrve all the flowers in this field,” Merry sighed.

“This flower field is nothing worthy of them, Merry.”

Merry laughed. “What would you suggest, then?”

Frodo stood abruptly, gesturing towards you. “Can we talk? Alone?”

You frowned at his hastiness. “Sure…? Lead the way.”

Frodo almost half-ran towards the old oak tree on top of a hill and then stopped under it, breathing deeply a few times. You stopped in front of him, and tilted your head at him.

“I don’t like them flirting with you,” Frodo muttered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

You frowned. “You do know they don’t mean anything by it, right?”

Frodo nodded, rubbing his neck as a dust of pink started spreading across his face. “Yes, I know, but it… I mean, I— it’s annoying.”

You stared at him for a moment, puzzled. You knew that look, he was trying to hold himself back from saying something. “Is there something else you want to tell me?”

His eyes flickered and he glanced at you nervously. He was silent a moment longer. “I’m afraid it would ruin our friendship if I said it out loud.”

You were both quiet for a moment and you swore you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Was he going to say what you thought, wished, he’s going to say?

So you took a step closer. “I’m afraid that if you keep it in, that could also ruin our friendship. We used to tell each other everything, and besides, secrets hurt friendships.”

He swallowed and turned to you again, carefully taking your hands to his. “I… I like you. Not just as a friend, I… I can’t help but imagine us being more than friends, and it consumes all my thoughts. And the thought you’d fall for someone—”

You interrupted him as you started to laugh, startling him, making his face go even redder.

“Oh, Frodo. You really are a daft sometimes. You really haven’t noticed, have you?” you got out while laughing, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Noticed… what?”

You forced yourself to go serious. “I have liked you for so long, and thought you’d never like me back, at least not as deeply as I like you.”

He blinked at you. Once. Twice. Opened his mouth, closed it. Opened it again. “You like me back?”

“Ever since we had that dinner together at that old pub, when we were soaked in rain and had to find shelter. Or that’s when I admitted my feelings to myself. I know it’s been years and you may not remember it, but—”

“Sam arranged it for us, to encourage me to ask you out properly,” Frodo interrupted you. “I told you it’s going to be sunny the whole day but we knew it will begin to rain at some point. But then I wasn’t able to confess after all.”

You grinned and squeezed his hands. “Guess we’re both kind of daft.”

He licked his lips. “So… would you like to go on a date with me sometime?”

“I—”

“Have you kissed yet?!” Pippin’s voice carried over the hill and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“I was saying, I’d love to.”

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[dewdropdinosaur]

Fireworks to Firelight

Summary: The long journey has taken its toll on Frodo and his partner. But only together can those glaring wounds of the past heal. Warnings: None For my friend @pixie-skull. Hope you enjoy it! :) A small respite from kinktober for the rest of y'all

In the soft light of an early evening, Frodo and Y/N sat on a wooden bench under a sprawling, ancient oak tree. The familiar sounds of chirping crickets and the distant laughter of children playing in the fields surrounded them, creating a comforting backdrop. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and freshly baked bread from a nearby hobbit hole.

Frodo absently twirled a small, withered leaf between his fingers, lost in thought. His once bright eyes now carried shadows of memories that haunted him—flashes of fire, darkness, and the weight of the Ring. Y/N noticed the distant look on his face and reached out, gently squeezing his hand.

“Frodo, are you okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

He glanced at Y/N, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but the sadness lingered behind his eyes. “I’m trying to be,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… some days feel heavier than others.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the unspoken burdens they both carried. “We did something incredible, you know. We saved Middle-earth.” His words were meant to uplift, but Frodo’s gaze drifted back to the ground, the weight of his experiences still pressing down on him.

“I thought coming home would mean everything would go back to normal,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “But every time I close my eyes, I see…” He paused, the images flooding back, the memory of Mount Doom, the fiery chaos, and the darkness that almost consumed him.

Y/N shifted closer, wrapping his arm around Frodo’s shoulders. “You don’t have to face this alone,” he whispered. “I’m here, Frodo. Always.”

With a deep breath, Frodo leaned into Y/N, finding solace in his warmth. “Sometimes, it feels like the Shire is just a shell of what it used to be for me. The laughter feels distant, and the sunsets… they remind me too much of what I lost.”

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In the cozy warmth of Bag End, the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the familiar, cluttered space. Frodo sat at the small table in the corner, an assortment of pens and brushes spread before him. He had picked up his old hobby of writing again, trying to capture the beauty of the Shire—the rolling hills, the stories they had endured outside its lush borders; but today, the story felt muted. 

Across the room, Y/N was curled up on a comfortable chair, engrossed in a book. The pages turned quietly, but every so often, he would glance up, watching Frodo with a tender gaze. Frodo’s pen hovered over the paper, hesitation gripping him as he struggled to translate the beauty outside into something meaningful. 

“Frodo?” Y/N called softly, breaking the silence. “What are you working on?”

He looked up, forcing a smile. “Just trying to capture the view of Rivendell” he replied, motioning to the half-finished paragraph. The words were there, but they felt flat, lacking the vibrancy of his memories.

Y/N set the book aside and moved closer, leaning over his shoulder to see and read carefully. “It’s beautiful,” he said, their voice gentle and encouraging. “I love the way you’ve captured the light.”

Frodo’s smile faltered. “It doesn’t feel right. I can’t seem to bring it to life like I used to.” He put the pen down, the weight of unexpressed feelings crashing over him. “I think I’ve lost my touch.”

Y/N frowned, sensing the deeper struggle beneath Frodo’s words. “You’ve been through so much. It’s okay to feel… different. Maybe your art needs time to evolve, just like you have.”

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Frodo and Y/N strolled through the peaceful landscape of the Shire, hands intertwined and the warmth of their bond contrasting the weight of memories they carried. The soft glow of the setting sun painted the rolling hills in hues of orange and gold, a reminder of the beauty that still existed in their world despite what destruction they had battled not but mere months ago. That pivitol day on the of Mount Doom still felt vivid despite the fact the Shire had resumed its tranquil rhythm.

As they walked, Frodo glanced at Y/N, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Do you remember Bilbo’s 111th birthday party??” he asked, his eyes twinkling with the reflection of their past.

Y/N chuckled, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his voice. “How could I forget? You snuck me behind the nearest tent and were very intent on kissing me—”

Frodo laughed, a sound that felt like music to Y/N’s ears. “I was! It felt so extravagant, so… adventerous at the time. But it was also magical.”

Their thoughts drifted back to those carefree days before the quest. Nights filled with laughter and stolen kisses under bursting colors, the world seemed boundless then. They had been so young, so enamored, celebrating love with a fervor that felt untouchable. 

Yet now, as they stood together, the shadows of the war loomed like distant thunder. It was a part of them, woven into their souls. Frodo’s eyes reflected a maturity that came with hardship, haunted by a wisdon, and shaped by loss. 

“Sometimes I miss those simpler moments,” Y/N admitted, squeezing Frodo's hand. “But I also cherish how we’ve grown.”

Frodo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our love feels deeper now. We’ve faced so much together, and it has changed us.”

As the two settled in front of a crackling fire that evening, the warmth enveloped them like a comforting embrace. Y/N leaned against Frodo, his head propped on the slightly taller man’s shoulder as they read together. 

“Do you think we could ever go back?” Y/N mused, glancing up at Frodo.

“Not to the same place,” he replied, his voice steady. “But we can create new memories. We’ve learned to appreciate the quiet moments even more now.”

Y/N smiled softly as the fire crackled and the stars began to emerge, Frodo gently kissed Y/N, a tender gesture that spoke of everything they had endured and everything that lay ahead. In that moment, under the vast, twinkling sky, they knew their love, though changed, was still an unbreakable bond—a beacon of light in the darkness.

[b0hemian]

LORD OF THE RINGS MASTERLIST

I don't think the person who introduced Lord of the Rings to me understands how much I've fallen in love with the movies (and the books). In the span of two months, I have watched the entire trilogy four times, have finished the LOTR books, and still, I plan on reading the Silmarillion in the near future. So needless to say, it was natural that I got into the fanfiction side of the fandom and lo' and behold, I was shocked by how few fanfics there are for my favorites.

So anyway, here's my Lord of the Rings fanfics 🤍

(Most of them are Pippin, Faramir, and Aragorn just saying. Mostly Pippin.)

PIPPIN

"LITTLE LIFE" (fluff) - coming soon

"A BROKEN LITTLE HEART" (angst/fluff) - coming soon

"RUN, DARLING" (fluff) - coming soon

ARAGORN

"DEATH AND GUILTS" (angst/fluff) - coming soon

"ELESSAR" (fluff) - coming soon

FARAMIR

"ITS YOUR TURN" (fluff) - coming soon

"AND LO, THY BEAUTY" (fluff) - coming soon

[live-laugh-legolas]

Thanks for your headcannons! How about a sketch where Gandalf, for example, helps fem! reader to cope with anxiety/insomnia and how the rest of the fellowship react to it (but only if it's not difficult for you)

I’ve just focused on the anxiety part of this prompt because I have struggled with anxiety my whole life so I feel more comfortable writing about it

I feel like some of these just turned into me giving advice based on my own experiences so please remember I am a very unqualified unprofessional and I love my therapist and suggest everyone get themselves one (as a little treat, you deserve it 💕)

The Fellowship x reader w/anxiety

Aragorn:

-He is very understanding and patient

-Doesn’t let you be embarrassed about your worries

-If you brush off your worry by asking questions about something similar that feels more “reasonable” to you he will gently call you out

-“what are you actually worried about?”

-Your anxiety might not be rational to others but I feel like anxiety rarely is; it’s still valid no matter what and he makes sure you know this

Legolas:

-He doesn’t fully understand it

-And by that I mean he doesn’t understand why some people’s brains just don’t work quite right

-Why would your brain trigger a fear response when there is no threat? Is that a mortal thing?

-Although he is confused a bit he will never judge you for being anxious

-He doesn’t even really think twice about what your anxiety is about; he just wants to help

-He quickly picks up on the fact that sometimes there isn’t really anything he can do except be there for you

-Awkwardly brings you water

-He will keep you company if you can’t sleep because he doesn’t sleep anyway

Gimli:

-He will tell you that he will fight any thing that worries you

-He kinda takes an approach of “I’m going to be over the top so they can see that it not something worth worrying over”

-This is not a mocking sort of thing; I want to make that clear; he is not going to tell you that there is nothing to worry about, he hopes you will come to that conclusion with his comedic support

-He will also give you pep talks like he gave himself before going into the Paths of the Dead (I think that was what it was called; the cave with the cursed ghosts)

-I love his softer moments and I think he would lean into this and be a teddy bear and a solid rock ya know?

-He suggests drinking ale if you can’t fall asleep but you have to tell him blacking out isn’t a healthy way to fall asleep (personally I don’t like the taste of alcohol but it does make me really sleepy. I am of age though; don’t underage drink even if Gimli offers it to you)

Boromir:

-“well what is the worst thing that will happen if (insert worry here)?”

-He takes the approach of “this is your worry and this is every way we will handle it should it come to fruition”

-I know this might not be a particularly great way to handle anxiety but I will say to myself “ok the worst thing that happens is you die. Welp if you die then at least you won’t be stressed anymore and don’t have to go to work in the morning”

-It has just allowed me to find some peace with things out of my control

-Basically he will help you find things you can control in your life and help you accept the things you can’t

Frodo:

-He is a really calm person in general and he is also super patient

-He will listen to any and every worry you have even if you have repeated the same worried question multiple times

-He will remind you to bring something of comfort with you; like your favorite hoodie; if you are going to do something out of your comfort zone or that might trigger your anxiety

-Sam is prone to anxiety at times and he has learned how to help him get out of his head a bit and he does the same for you

-I think he will just hand you something to fiddle with as a small distraction and to get a little energy out; and if nothing is available he will give you his hand or let you play with his hair

Sam:

-He takes a very hands on approach; and by that I mean he knows your common anxieties and helps you to avoid anything that will bring them on

-Will throw a heavy blanket on you if you start to panic

-He’s a little stressed while trying to calm you down just because he wants you to feel better

-He also has some anxiety so he sympathizes; you guys can reassure each other

-If you take meds he will make sure you take them even if he has to hold you down and pill you like a dog

Merry:

-My parents always told my sister and I that “they will tell us if there is something to worry about”

-Merry does this

-He tries to “train” you like a dog with a treat to come and ask him if you should be worried so he can tell you yes or no

-He obviously won’t do this if you don’t get a laugh out of it; he doesn’t want you to think he is making fun of you

-And he will be honest; if it he doesn’t know he will check it out before confirming if you should be worried about it or not

-He teaches you breathing techniques and grounding exercises

Pippin:

-This hobbit is super empathetic and will pick up on your anxiety really quick

-He’s subtle with his comfort though

-Will make excuses for you both to leave a situation without putting any attention on you

-He can be oblivious at times, but never to your emotions

-Does the “nose boop” or something silly to catch you off guard if you start to panic which can help pull you out of that headspace

Gandalf:

-Will tell you some wise shit about how everything experiences stress and how everything ends up working out

-“You are more than your fears. Don’t let your fear control you”

-I just think about the scene when he is talking to Frodo about wishing the ring didn’t come to him

-He will pass you his pipe because he smokes his troubles away; but how’s that going for ya Gandalf? *insert scene of him choking on the smoke but he keeps going despite Pippin looking like he thinks he will die any second*

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I have realized I talk a lot about myself and reference my parents and experiences when I’m writing these. Do y’all find that weird or annoying to read? I have found it sometimes is the easiest way to explain where the headcanon idea came from. But I also don’t want to bore anyone with my wordy explanations

[ilovemerrybrandybuck]

Merry Brandybuck x reader fics:

{Don't know when I'm posting any of the others, but I'll work on at least one tomorrow.}

This list is ordered with oldest first. Any fic I left off of this list may be because of a strong dislike of how any character was portrayed.

Warnings will be given if the tags don't specify. Also I'm specifying the more popular versions of tags. Example: instead of Samwise Gamgee I'll write Sam Gamgee for less confusion. Tags that don't seem to help the understanding of the fic will be ignored (Ie. I saw one tag that said brown hair brown eyes).

Note: Check out the tag fic recs for the lists of other AO3 Merry Brandybuck fanfiction I put together. Also there are lots of x reader fics on ao3 amd Tumblr that have imagines with more lotr characters than just Merry, I'm only listing the solo Merry ones but I thought I'd mention those too.

This list will be updated in reblogs! Merry may be forgotten about or pushed to the side, but there's actually a decent amount of fics especially shipfics.

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Pie and Custard by hobbitsaresexy

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck/You, Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin, Reader-Insert, Fluff and Smut

Description: You're trying to make apple pie, but Merry and Pippin complicate things. After sending them to fetch you eggs (and get out of your hair), things take a turn for the sweet.

Words: 1,457

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): Smut

Hold on to me by Miss_Kitten

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/You, Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Reader, Romance, Fluff

Description: Merry offers the reader a spot next to him, after he notices that she can’t sleep. Throughout the night, the two snuggle to one another, which, in the morning, leads to confessions to be made.

Words: 1,347

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None

Happy {Merry x Reader} by elvish_sky

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Gandalf|Mithrandir, Frodo Baggins, Proposal, The Shire, Pippin is a softy

Description: None, but in the authors note it says it was requested by Anon on Tumblr -> "...May I please request a fluffy fic between Merry and hobbit reader where they’re already courting? Maybe post scouring of the shire where he sees her playing with the children and makes plans to and proposes?..."

Words: 941

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None. Though there's no paragraph breaks.

Ready {Merry x Reader} by elvish_sky

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Reader, Pippin Took, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Reader-Insert, Lord of the Rings Reader-Insert, Maps, Rivendell|Imladris (Tolkien), Cartography

Description: In Rivendell, you and Merry study maps in preparation for the journey to destroy the ring.

Words: 661

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None, but again no paragraph breaks.

Present by TheSpottedCreature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Pregnancy, Pregnancy Announcement, Requested on Wattpad, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Fluff, Nicknames

Description: You have a present waiting for Merry when he gets home from work.

Words: 1,008

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None

Honeybunny by TheSpottedCreature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Reader, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Reunions, Post-Book 3: Return of the King - J.R.R. Tolkien, Changes to Plot, Non-Canon Scenes, Seperations, Flashbacks, Requested on Wattpad, Hugs, Kissing

Description: Merry returns home from his adventures with Pippin, Sam, and Frodo. He is happy to be home but he is even happier to see you again.

Words: 1,270

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None

Family life by TheSpottedCreature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck, Reader, Pippin Took, Éowyn (Tolkien), Original Child Character(s), Sam Gamgee, Fluff, Children, Errands, Family, Twins, Babies, Baby Hobbits, Love

Description: Your little family is waiting for Merry to return home from his errands.

Words: 1,162

Chapters: 1/1

Warning(s): None

Daisies by autistook

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Merry Brandybuck/Reader, Merry Brandybuck/Original Female Character(s), Merry Brandybuck & Reader, Saradoc Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Frodo Baggins, Original Baggins Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Brandybuck Family, Esmeralda Took, The Baggins Family, Pervinca Took, Estella Bolger, Gandalf (Tolkien),The Sackville-Bagginses, The Fellowship of the Ring, Éowyn (Tolkien), Théodred (Tolkien), Sam Gamgee, Boromir (Tolkien), Aragorn (Tolkien), Gimli (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Éomer Éadig, Original Male Character(s), Saruman (Tolkien), Rohirrim Characters (Tolkien), Pre-The Fellowship of the Ring, Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, Return of the King, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Slow Romance, The Shire (Tolkien), Buckland (Tolkien), Hobbiton (Tolkien), Gondor (Tolkien), Mordor (Tolkien), Middle Earth, Rohan (Tolkien), Isengard (Tolkien), Near Death Experiences, Minot Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Almost Kiss, Implied/Referenced Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Violence, War, Battle, First Time, Furst Kiss, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Blood and Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, No Use of Y/N

Description: Originally posted on Tumblr

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Plot summary: Losing your parents at a young age, Bilbo Baggins took you in, after which you've lived in Bag End almost your whole life. Bilbo leaves suddenly at his 111th birthday party, and you are left to live alone with your adoptive brother, Frodo.

Merry, Pippin and you have been best friends for ages. Something slowly starts to change between you and Merry. You start seeing each other in a different light.

Words: 106,575 [As of April 5, 2025]

Chapters: 21/? [As of April 5, 2025]

Warning(s): I think the tags do a good job. I'm not making fun, tagging things correctly is important! If you're unsure then ask!

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That's all as of April 5, 2025!

I do know that the last author is here on Tumblr @autistook so check their stuff out. The others I'm not so sure of, but if anyone knows then feel free to tag them!

[manichewitz]

[ID: Screenshot of a tumblr post from @doubledecks with a quote from an unknown source, which reads:

"While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien's) where it doesn't belong, Brancher sees it differently: "I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien's text in order to do that. It wasn't that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be ... friendship-ized." Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they're looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have longstanding and complex relationships with each other. It's a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It's benefits with friendship." End ID]

does anybody know where this quote is from? i found it in my camera roll and i think its an absolutely brilliant way of looking at queer readings of sam/frodo as well as slash fiction in general. i think its from an essay or article or something and i want to read the whole thing. if anyone knows where its from pls lmk!

edit: it’s been found! it’s from “The Fanfiction Reader: Folk Tales for the Digital Age” by Francesca Coppa!

[uramichi-mybeloved]

Hobbits with a reader who loves sharing information

I don’t think there’s any warnings! Pretty lighthearted

I literally just inserted all my own favourite non LOTR fixations (Ocean sunfish w Pippin, Sam and Sourdough bread, Frodo and amoebas, Merry and movies [incredibly modern take on the movies pls suspend belief]) because I’m so tired of people always looking blankly or changing the topic immediately and I think the hobbits would like it (I’m literally just making myself feel better)

Pippin (Ocean Sunfish)

Why you had ever agreed to try your hand at fishing while also being paired with the most impatient hobbit in the entire Shire was as much a mystery to you as it was to anyone else.

Standing by the creek, holding out a fishing rod was Pippin as he restlessly tried to jig with the hook. You had recently given up and instead chose to stretch out on the grass in the sun. Slowly, thoughts of different animals and topics drifted through your mind before settling on one that felt rather relevant.

“Did you know that an ocean sunfish is the animal with the largest birth to adult size change in the animal kingdom? Roughly 60,000 times the size change. Or that they are very well adapted to large pressure changes because they have no swim bladder or that sunfish actually use the sun to-“

Instead of continuing you just trailed off, ready for the quick and not subtle topic change or the disapproving stare. Once again it had taken too long to get to the main point and you’d already lost the others interest.

By the time you’d decided to take a vow of silence and never speak again, except in the most dire of circumstances, Pippin flopped down close by.

“They use sun for what? To grow like a plant? Seems strange but I guess fish in general are kind of weird. How do you know about this anyways, I’ve never heard of a ‘sunfish’ but outside of the few in the river I don’t know many fish. Are they good for eating?”

Ah of course! This was Pippin! He loved any and all information and despite his curiosity he wasn’t fond of reading like you were.

“They’re actually kind of gross and most things don’t eat them because of that. They also lay sideways in the sun, like we are currently,” To emphasize this you spread out as far as your limbs would go, “In order to get warmed back up after deep dives.”

Pippin followed suit and once again encouraged your continuation. It was strange to have someone so raptly listen to your ramblings on something not many hobbits would be interested in, like a fish they would never see. It was a fish even you had only seen in a book, as a drawing and read about but they fascinated you anyways.

Talking to Pippin was always encouraging that way, in how you were both listened to and encouraged to continue on. Whenever he asked questions about things too you would always make a point to research those things too as a way to show that you did listen to his constant chatter. It always surprised him when you brought up new information about a question he would ask or the passing comments he made about things at times.

Merry (Movies)

Movies and how they’re made have always been something you enjoyed, much to the annoyance of others. You could spend hours after a movie you watched looking up interesting pieces about the filming, the actors, the director, other movies, inspirations and everything connected to it.

The one that enjoyed the frequent pauses and explanations on how a certain effect was done, where that actor had been before or any number of other interesting facts about films was Merry. He was probably the Hobbit that understood the most about the urge to share anything interesting he had learned recently, and it delighted you to no end. Rattling facts and statistics about the movies you had watched, particularly those watched with him, was almost a part of the experience.

The moment the credits would come up you would instantly be looking up the actors, listing the other movies you’d seen them in, upcoming movies that they were in and what other movies the director had done.

“It’s so interesting how movies are created, did you know in 28 days later the police thought the explosion of the gas station was real based on one person missing their call?”

“Isn’t that the one that has a new sequel movie coming out? 28 years later?”

“Yes! It’s done by the same writer, Alex Garland, who also did Civil War and Annihilation in the past few years. It’s got the director Danny Boyle from Trainspotting and other really good ones too. Ralph Fiennes, you saw him in the Conclave movie and Aaron Taylor-Jonson from bullet train and 2014 Godzilla are in it as well!”

Merry had been nodding and following along the whole time, waiting patiently for you to finish. Rather than being met with disinterest, he was fascinated by the connections made between movies and their actors or directors. He jumped right in with his own connections to some of his more well liked movies.

“Well, I had also just heard that Conclave was so realistic there was actual cardinals in the Vatican who watched it recently. It reminds me of how realistic Society of the Snow was and how the director met with people who were involved rather than trying to make it overly dramatic. Even the clothing they wore and places they filmed in were nearly identical.”

The back and forth continued between the two of you until you had both exhausted all the information that was pressing on your minds about recently watched movies. You no longer felt overlooked or brushed off when expressing anything when it came to Merry, but especially for things that made you excited and often fell into rambling strings of connections. It was only made better by the fact that Merry often did the same thing, whether it was about movies, maps, exploring or how to create the best pipeweed blend based on every inkling of information he knew about each plant and the year, area and time it was harvested.

Sam (Sourdough)

It all started with the simple question having first met Sam, who had come knocking on your door of “Do you cook with sourdough bread?” Almost instantly excitement welled up. Of course you had sourdough bread! It was one of your favourite things to do and you saw your starter like a pet.

“I have a sourdough starter! It’s on the counter rising for bread I was going to make tonight.”

“That’s right useful, you see I was daft and used too much without realizing. It needs a feedin or two but I promised Mr. Frodo I’d make some soup buns tonight…”

“You can have whatever you need, it should be ready shortly. I’d keep it pretty warm if you wanted to bake for tonight though, since as I’m sure you know every starter is unique! It’s fascinating that each one has its own variety of yeast and bacteria in it, therefore it reacts slightly differently in recipes. Probably not enough to actually make a difference to us, but in a scientific way it is different. That’s is also why some taste uniquely as well with some being more sour or less even with the exact same recipes.”

During this time, Sam had shaken off and entered into the front door, before trailing behind into the kitchen. Continuing to talk about the intricacies of sourdough while pulling it down from its cupboard space. It was decorated on the outside and in a rather fancy jar for something that was made of simply flour and water.

“It’s looking pretty good! Here take some extra for a couple batches until yours is reestablished enough. I did a rather large feeding today anyways, I usually do it on occasion to ensure that it’s getting enough.”

Suddenly feeling rather self conscious as the realization that Sam hadn’t had a chance to get a word in the whole time, all you could offer was an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry Sam, I quite enjoy sourdough bread and have read several books or listened to bakers about it. Let me know if you ever need some more and I won’t talk your ear off about it.”

It was always a small disappointment when you felt like it had been a failed interaction and rather than a conversation you got overly excited and started talking At the other hobbits instead of With the others.

Instead, Sam smiled gracefully and asked “If I ever have any issues with my own I know who I’ll bring it to now! You seem to know quite a lot for not being a baker? What else is there about bread? My own knowledge lays mostly in plants and gardens and the like, with only the understanding of recipes for baking.”

You immediately thought of everything that went into making bread, all the scientific steps involved while remaining entirely non scientific when people learned how to do it properly. It was one of the situations that it was best to learn the rules first so that you knew how to break them later on. The thought quickly passed that it was similar to gardening.

“It’s like your garden in a way. There is technically a correct and right way that would get you the perfect garden, but it probably wouldn’t be what you actually want. Maybe my yellow flowers here are best in that far corner,” You pointed across to the very edge of the fence. “Except I don’t want them to be over there. Having them here they are growing fine and I like where they are more. Bread is like that in the sense there might be a perfect way to do it but you will probably prefer to do things differently.”

Giving Sam a friendly pat on the shoulder you extended the invitation to try different recipes and types of bread to find out how different the same basic ingredients can be. He looked interested and you promised him he can ask any time for further ideas and information.

“It will be fun! We can compare recipes, starters and what we do and see how differently the bread turns out when we change the water or flour in them.”

When Sam had smiled and went on his way at the end of the day, with many “thank you’s” and comments about how he appreciated the time, you felt like the knowledge you had spent so much time learning about was not so useless anymore. His promise to come back and finish trying new techniques on the bread assured you that your enthusiasm hadn’t been off-putting for once.

In a rare moment, Sam was someone had recognized the underlying care and attempt at connection that was present when you shared so much “useless” knowledge about something as simple as bread.

Frodo (Amoebas and Paramecium)

Bursting into Frodo’s small study with yet another book in your hand and motioning excitedly to him,

“Did you know there are small creatures that live everywhere but they can move around just like an animal?”

You loved to describe and summarize everything that you were reading and even more so to someone like Frodo. He always seemed to strike the balance of finding something to add into the information without feeling like you’re both trying to one up the conversation. It always flowed easily when it came to a topic one or both of you was interested in.

Extremely often the phrase “Did you know about…” or “I heard this interesting thing…” was spoken and almost immediately sparked off a chain of related ideas and topics.

“They’re incredibly small but are very diverse while being single celled. They’re technically immortal, similar to how lobsters don’t die due to wear and tear from age like most things do. Only if something goes seriously wrong do they die and even then they’re pretty resistant to any damage.”

You continued on quickly, stumbling over words and trying to put the interesting pages of words you had read into just a few sentences without having to explain every detail. The bubbling excitement was slowly wearing off and replaced with the guilt of interrupting something he was clearly working on at the desk. Now he was turned around on the chair, ink staining his hand from where he was writing on parchment.

“Agh sorry Frodo, I forgot to check if you were busy or not before I started. Bad habits and all. I’m really sorry again, I’ll leave you to it.”

He was never the sort of hobbit to get snippy over something so small, which was a trait you were always grateful for in these moments. Instead of telling you off for interrupting or shrugging in annoyance, he stretched his back in the chair and rolled his shoulders to loosen them.

“I’m sure you’ll try next time again. Today it was alright, I was getting a bit stiff hunched in this chair.” Looking thoughtfully at the pages before continuing, “I want to try some different ink mixtures for colour but while I’m testing the pigments I wouldn’t mind the company and ideas for illustrations to add.”

The encouragement had managed to shift the huge weight you felt in having made yet another mistake, switching instantly from feeling frozen in place to doing a small spin. Accompanying Frodo while he worked on one of his projects was one of your favourite things to do, since allowed you to chat and add your thoughts on the things he was making while enjoying the others company. You knew that in only a few minutes Frodo would be explaining complicated techniques he was using to illustrate and transcribe his latest work, but this companionship gained by talking through the things you both found interesting was valuable.

Instantly a million questions came to mind about what had worked and hadn’t worked based on the last batch of projects he was working on. You caught his eye as he shuffled past and shot an award winning smile that he returned, although a bit smaller, showing that he knew was about to come.

“Before you prattle off questions about whether heating up the ink makes a difference, or the hundred other things I’m sure will be asked, let’s at least get some warm tea and food. I will add that I am curious about these creatures you mentioned as well.”

Bouncing happily behind Frodo as you navigated out to the kitchen and helped set out the required cups, cutlery and plates while he worked on piling some paper, small bottles of ink and other items needed to perfect his craft. While doing so, he started talking about the different ways the ink can react and you immediately relaxed even further. It always made you feel less awkward when Frodo started talking about the intricacies of ink, parchment, stories and elvish customs or whatever may have been on his mind in recent times.

[secretagentsociety]

lotr character react to you giving them flower

Lotr character react to you giving them a flower which in your land meant ily but just gandalf knows it

legolas

• oh he will accept it with open heart

• it could honestly be any flowers even some that are considered a weed as long as it is from you he'll love and cherish it nonetheless

• let's say you gave the flower to him when you're alone with him,atleast you thought you're alone with him oh but you really aren't alone with him bcuz somehow good ol gandalf is there

• and gandalf gave you the stare

• when he finds out what it actually meant oh he'll love the flower even more may even give you a flower himself

Aragorn

• he'll be confused by it but he's not so oblivious to the meaning of it,he knew it meant some sort of effection he just doesn't know the extend of it

• he'll tuck the flower in between his belt to show off,when gandalf told him about it and how your people only gave flowers to those you feel strongly about he'll feel a tad bit guilty for not taking care of the flower more

• he doesn't give you a flower but he gave you something of his culture that have the same meaning

Frodo

• will fiddle with it while he stared off and even chewed on the stem of it depending on the flower type

• will he feel guilty once he find out?oh yes he'll find another flower to give you while apologising and he'll look awkward doing so

• you'll have to tell him it's alright or else he'll be very very very upset on himself that partnered with the ring having constantly finding a way to plague his mind is not a good combination

Sam

• he'll BLUSH,lover boy over here would put the flower in a safe area inside the backpack somewhere

•when he loses the backpack in mordor he'll feel guilty abt it

• and when gandalf told him abt the meaning he'll feel even more guilty, Honestly he'll make it up by almost plucking his garden dry of flowers just to apologize

Merry

• will wear it as an ornament somewhere in his body

• may or may not show off to pippin and be like "look i got a flower, where's your flower?oh ya got none?too bad"

• oh when gandalf overheard their little banter he'll come over and be all "oh you're a lucky one merry giving people flowers meant a great deal to y/n's people"

• yes he will show it off even harder now idk how but he will somehow

Pippin

• he will be delighted to receive a flower from you and will hold it in his hands (yes he hold one flower with two hands) while staring at it lovingly

• once gandalf told him abt it i kid you not he will 100% eat it no excuses what type of flower it is he's not a coward he WILL eat the flower

• and he will feel no remorse,his reasoning? "Now your love will forever be bound to me!" He'd say with a cheery voice

• you :"so if i gave you a wooden carving you'll eat it too?" Him : "is it made of acorn wood?"

• for clarifications yes,yes he will eat it too,there is no running from this,he will NOM.

[strawwritesfic]

Frodo Baggins x Female!Hobbit!Reader: Girl

Summary: Frodo doesn’t really mean it about turning Merry and Pippins into toads, but there are times he wonders if that wouldn’t make things a little easier on everyone else.

Rating/Tags: All (Movie canon; during canon; Fellowship of the Ring; A Long-Expected Party; Pippin & Merry; Pippin & Merry & Frodo; Frodo & Gandalf; Sam/Rosie; quarreling; love confession; birthday party; the Shire)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Girl

Bilbo’s eleventy-first birthday party had been the talk of the whole Shire for almost the entire year that led up to it. Every hobbit in the town of Hobbiton—and many more from the outlying regions—was invited to the massive celebration. To the young Frodo Baggins wandering through the crowd, it seemed that each and every one of them had come. Plus some, he judged, as a line of his uncle’s well-wishers nearly crushed him in their eagerness to get to the buffet. He had seen nearly everyone he cared to, including Merry and Pippin and Rosie and Sam...save for the one person he had hoped to see most.

The weight in Frodo’s stomach grew heavier and heavier the longer his search for you went on. Could it be that you hadn’t come? Of all the hobbits to skip his coming of age party—and to add to that, he knew that it was his fault if you had! If only he had not said what he’d said just that very week. Then maybe, maybe—

“Frodo!”

He looked up to see Merry and Pippin waving at him from beside the band playing for the wide field of dancers between Frodo and his friends. Both grinned widely upon catching his eye. Unable to entirely hide his disappointment, Frodo morosely picked his careful way through the throng of party-goers to the pair. Neither of them stopped smiling.

“Why the long face, Frodo?” Merry asked.

“Are you still looking for [Name]?” added Pippin.

Frodo looked over his shoulder at the constantly-shifting dancers, half-expecting to see you there with some other neighborhood tween. He did not. Pippin’s grin widened as Frodo turned back to him and Merry.

“Never fear,” Pippin gave Frodo a hearty clap on the back, “for we have found your maiden fair.”

Frodo tried to protest this, but Merry overrode him: “A little bird told us precisely where you can find her.”

“Who was the little bird?” asked Frodo. 

Merry shrugged carelessly and reached for a passing tray of ales. “Gandalf,” he answered, passing Pippin a drink of his own while the latter nodded sagely.

“You know, I rather think Gandalf suspects us of something, Merry.”

“I believe you are correct, Pippin. And that he believes sending us on this errand to help Frodo will keep us from any mischief.”

“A pity for Gandalf. Everyone has to be wrong from time to time, I suppose, even great wizards such as he.”

Both sniggered into their mugs. Frodo waited for them to get to the point. They didn’t. At last, unable to wait any longer, he said:

“Well? Where is she?”

Merry gave a slight start, as though he had forgotten that Frodo was even there. He pointed off towards the edge of the main tent.

“Her mother has her helping with the catering, or so [Name] claims.”

“So you’ve spoken to her?”

Pippin shook his head. “Threw a plate right at my nose when we tried. You’ll probably have better luck.”

“I doubt it,” Frodo murmured. 

After gulping down the last of his ale, Merry made a shooing motion with his free hand. “Well, run along and find out, why don’t you? And if you see Gandalf along the way, tell him we passed along his message and were perfectly well-behaved for the duration of our conversation.”

Frodo knew that he ought to have been more concerned with his companions’ plans. If Gandalf desired to keep them occupied, it was probably for the best. A lot of planning had gone into this party. Merry and Pippin were more likely to ruin it with their particular brand of trouble than any of the other guests—and that included the horrible Sackville-Bagginses. On the other hand, Gandalf must have wanted Frodo to talk to you, if he’d gone out of his way to give him your whereabouts.

It hardly mattered. Before Frodo could breech the topic of whatever trouble the two were up to that evening, they had disappeared into the crowd. Oh, well. He hadn’t really wanted to tell them off anyway. His heart just wasn’t in it.

Relieved of this duty—though not without feeling some slight trepidation over what Merry and Pippin might have planned—he made his way in the direction indicated. This led him straight to a smaller tent set off from the rest of the festivities. Frodo joined the fast-moving line to the entrance and eventually came close enough to peek inside. A veritable hive of busy hobbits in uniform bustled endlessly before him.

None of them seemed to notice him slipping into the warm darkness after them. Everyone was far too busy with their assigned task. Here the party’s considerable amount of food was prepared, and none of the workers had time to rest. A constant stream of them carrying plates both empty and full moved in and out from the tent’s entrance flap. Heat from exertion and so many cooking fires pressed against Frodo’s skin until he was quite as pink in the face as those doing the baking. Of course, he found you at the very back, scowling over a steaming tub of water filled with dirty serving platters.

He was not surprised you were hiding among the cooks. Your mother was considered one of the top chefs in Hobbiton, and Bilbo had hired only the best for his eleventy-first birthday party. What did surprise Frodo was your expression. Rarely had he seen you appear so dour, and you hadn’t even spotted him yet.

“Pardon me, Mister Frodo,” said a man at Frodo’s back, “but if you wouldn’t mind scooting out of the way, I’d be much obliged. We’re rather in a hurry.”

Frodo hastily crossed the aisle in which he’d been lingering. The man’s additional, “and a very happy birthday to you, sir,” was lost on him, for at that very moment your eyes flashed upward to catch him in the act of spying. You dropped the platter in your hands, but being pinned in by the hobbits washing plates on either side of you, you could make no escape. One of the washers left, only for Frodo to step into the empty space.

You crossed your arms across your chest, and shot him a look eerily reminiscent of your mother. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my party,” Frodo answered, “as well as Bilbo’s.”

Apparently this was the wrong answer, because you threw him a dirty look and bent to snatch your dropped plate from the sudsy water. “Then go enjoy your party,” you snarled, attacking a stuck on bit of potato with more vigor than Frodo thought necessary. 

He inched closer, the better to stay out of the way of those continually coming to deposit dinnerware in need of washing. “I can’t,” he said. “I don’t have anyone to talk to.”

Your mother had explicitly freed you from catering duty for the party. She had done it as a favor to Frodo, an early birthday present, she had said. Why, then, did you seem so insistent on doing what wasn’t your job for the evening? Without bothering to look at him, you dropped your tray back into the tub, then reached over the resulting splash for a new plate.

“I’m sure Merry and Pippin would be more than happy to talk with you,” you said coldly.

“I don’t think I want involved with whatever they’re up to.”

“Bilbo, then.”

“He’s busy playing host.”

“Gandalf.”

“How would he keep an eye on Merry and Pippin?”

You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, and lost your grip on the plate. “Why not Sam?”

Frodo shuffled his feet. You were nearing the subject of your fight, whether you realized or not. “He and Rosie are dancing.”

Nose wrinkled, you rummaged through the water in search of your platter. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Frodo. Those are all the boys I know, and your only friends. After all, you told me yourself we can’t be friends, because I’m a girl.”

His wide blue eyes closed in shame. Frodo had said that. He hadn’t meant it. The whole thing had been badly bungled, and now he didn’t know how to un-bungle it, or if you’d even give him the chance to try. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, [Name].”

You did not answer this time. Having retrieved your wet things, you made a silent, angry beeline for a rack of clean towels to dry them with. He followed as quickly as he could, given how many hobbits were inside such an enclosed area. He wished he wasn’t having this fight so publicly—not that anyone really had the time to eavesdrop.

“[Name], I didn’t,” he insisted as he caught up to you. “You’re a girl.”

“Oh, very astute observation,” you said semi-hysterically. Now the pitch of your voice was drawing attention. “What would I do without you? I already figured out I was a girl because, in case you haven’t noticed, we're no longer friends!”

Frodo took a deep breath. Like mother like daughter—though he supposed you were still a tween, with your own coming of age several months away still. Either way, he was terrified of your rage, but this might be the last chance he got to explain himself. Bracing himself, he lightly looped one hand around your wrist. You fell into an enraged silence at once.

“You’re a girl and my friend,” he said, before you had the opportunity to recollect yourself. “When I said I didn’t have any friends that were girls…well, I meant that you’re something more.”

“What?” you said after a moment of struggle. 

Encouraged by your not making to run off again, Frodo slipped his hand from your wrist to your palm. “I didn’t mean that we weren’t friends. I was trying to ask you to dance with me. I just didn’t phrase it right.”

A strange noise like a cross between a giggle and a squeak escaped you. You still had not forced him to release you. “You wanted to dance? With me?”

The odd tone of your voice gave Frodo some doubts. You were not normally the kind of person to repeat others either. He offered you a hesitant nod.

“I didn’t mean to make you think you mean less to me than Sam and the rest. You don’t. You mean more. But,” he added when you remained as stiff as a statue in front of him, “if you want to just stay friends, I understand. So long as we’re still friends.”

Seconds went by as you continued to gape at him. His heart sank, and he let go of your hand at last. Yes, he understood you wanting to remain friends, but that didn’t mean he wasn't disappointed by this turn of events. Bilbo’s occasional asides about broken hearts made sense now. Frodo mashed his lips together for a long moment before he gathered his wits about him to take his leave.

“You’re busy," he said awkwardly as he backed away. "Bilbo will be looking for me. We’ll talk some other—”

“Of course I’ll dance with you!”

Frodo had barely got two steps toward the crowded tent exit when you practically tackled him in a hug. Twisting in your grip, he looked around to see your scowl had transformed into an enormous smile.

“You will?” he said. Bewildered as he was, his heart felt ten pounds lighter even as you shuffled off him to allow him room to stand.

“Yes! I—I like you as more than a friend, too. I’d love to dance with you. If,” you looked suddenly shy, “if you still want to after I was so mean.”

“You weren’t mean. I said the wrong thing. I got nervous.”

You smiled again, a little less brightly this time. “So…still more than friends?”

“More than friends,” he said. “But can you leave? Will your mother let you?”

“Are you kidding? She’ll serve me next if she catches me hiding from you in here.”

Just like that, you both were hand in hand again. Frodo squeezed yours firmly in his own. “Let’s go. I think I can get the band to play—”

KABOOM!

Everyone in the tent yelped and froze. Plates trembled. Frightened hobbits dropped their plates. You threw Frodo a knowing look.

“Pippin and Merry?” you asked.

“Pippin and Merry,” Frodo said wearily. “Let’s go see what sort of trouble they got in this time.”

“Then we dance?”

“Then we dance.”

The two of you ducked out of the food tent and headed for where Gandalf and a cluster of half-drunk hobbits—all grumbling over the fright they had received—were gathered. 

It was hard for Frodo to be too upset with Merry and Pippin after they’d help him get together with you. Gandalf had, too, however, so it could be that they were about to get what they deserved. It all depended on how much time this business took, and if Frodo at last got to have his long-awaited birthday dance.

On second thought, he hoped Gandalf turned them both into toads. It would be faster, Frodo thought, and after all, Gandalf could always turn them back...after you and Frodo had your dance.

[moodymisty]

hola, it's imarvelatthestars 😎 I was looking through your request rules and kink prompts bc. well. it's me. and hoooooo boy I just wanted to share some Thoughts that I was having about Wrecker.

I usually tend to think of Tech when I have a fantasy including toys, but the thought of Wreck trying some out on you? maybe it's something you've been wanting to try but you're not sure how to ask him for it, you don't wanna make him uncomfortable, but these desires tend to build up and lurk in your mind until they come out in dreams. you dream about him using a vibrator on you, edging you, making you come too many times to count, making you squirt, and when you finally wake up, you find that Wrecker's 😳 in bed next to you, unbearably turned on hearing you moan and whine in your sleep but he's too polite to touch you without asking. maybe you tell him to wake you up with his mouth or his hands next time if it gets him going so much. and maybe the next time you have that dream and Wrecker does decide to wake you up properly, maybe then you tell him about this new fantasy of yours. how you want him to try vibrators and dildos and oral simulators on you, you want him to overestimate you until you can't even function and then you want him to fuck you as rough or slow or frantic as he wants. and then he does.

just a Thought 😏

Author's note: Hola! ¿Que tal? I just gotta respect the fact that we are on the same wavelength when it comes to Wrecker like -chef's kiss-The kink prompts isn't a comprehensive list, i'm sure theirs plenty more I could add, but I'm glad it's helping people give me tasty ideas >:3 Tasty Wrecker ideas… I kinda took this idea and ran into the wilds with it, so I hope you still enjoy X’D If not feel free to hit me with a bonk and I’ll change it

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Sex toys (A vibrator), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Vaginal sex, Wet dreams,

Sitting down on Wrecker’s bunk you find yourself keeping busy by fiddling with the edge of your fingernail, before the toes of two boots come into view not far from your own feet.

“You look awful.”

You look up at Crosshair mouth agape, baffled by how out of complete nowhere his observation was.

“Uh, thanks?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the toothpick in his mouth resting against against the corner of his lips. The stubble on his face is more visible than usual; Making an audible noise as he rubs his jaw.

“Not like that. You look like you’ve been getting shit sleep.”

Oh, well that makes more sense. So he wasn’t being a completely incorrigible ass.

He’s not wrong; You’re always beside yourself when Wrecker is gone, and sometimes it’s more than a bit hard to get rest knowing that he’s in the line of fire. Especially when he can’t comm, and you have absolutely no clue what is happening out there in the unknown. It’s a situation that just breeds anxiety, and extension poor sleep. Even if he’s been back for a few days now, those weeks of strain still linger.

“Yeah, that’s a way to put it.”

There, was also another reason; But not one you’re going to mention to one of his brothers.

“Oh what, you still miss the big lug? He’s right over there, you know.”

He jerks his head in the direction of the cockpit, where Wrecker is indeed standing. Hunter had wanted to talk to him for a moment, leaving you alone in the back of the Marauder to stew in your own thoughts for awhile.

Crosshair was not too off the mark, but he wasn’t entirely right about the source of your sleep troubles either.

You’d made a bit of an, impulse buy, recently. During this most recent deployment.

It’s not much of a secret that it can get lonely, in more than a few ways, and so you’d decided to buy a nice vibrator to keep your more, carnal thoughts in check. It had worked for a time, but now with him back, you’ve been having the same problem, but a different root. You’re no longer missing him, with him back in your arms but your thoughts are still filthy, though now of him using the thing you’d bought to dull the pain of his absence.

You have absolutely no idea on how to approach the matter of your desire with him, and any time you think about doing so, your face grows so hot that the idea of speaking any words through your choked throat becomes impossible. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, but in doing so you’ve made him worry instead. He now thinks something is absolutely up with you, but you don’t want to speak about it. He’s been keeping a closer eye on you than usual, trying to figure out what’s been bothering you.

And speaking of the man of the hour…

Wrecker returns to you and comes partly in-between you and Crosshair, looking down in your direction.

"Hey, it’s getting pretty late; You gonna head back to your place or sleep here?”

You can quite clearly tell Wrecker doesn’t want you to leave, and while you think it’s adorable, he also seems to have a small layer of what almost seems like concern.

"I’m find with staying here, as long as no one minds."

Crosshair’s eyebrows raise when you look at him. He sleeps in the bunk above Wrecker; Always a fan of sleeping up high and out of the way. You’d called him a tooka once, when he’d mentioned considering sleeping on the storage racks away from the lot of you.

And so the sniper rolls his eyes, muttering something about you keeping them up all night as he climbs up into his own neck.

“Cross…” Hunter gives warning tone, having overhead the sniper’s quip.

“Stay as long as you like, sorry about the mess.” You can’t help but snort at Hunter apologizing about the mess, as if it isn’t the Marauder’s default state.

You take off your outer layers, trying to hold back a yawn as you slip into Wrecker’s bunk to settle down. Wrecker himself quickly slides in as well once you're good, effectively trapping you in. Since he's too big for you to both sleep on your backs, you sleep partly on top of him, and he gets a weight to put in his arms. It helps him sleep, in the same way Lula had before you.

Echo is the next one to slowly wander his way back to the bunks after you two, hopping in and laying back to relax. When Tech eventually comes back he’s dragging his project with him, hauling the mass of wires onto his bunk and then his stomach. Without a shadow of a doubt he’s going to fall asleep with it on his lap, but no one bothers to try and convince him not to.

And as time slowly ticks by one by one of them each fall asleep; Tech’s humming replaced with gentle snoring, and Echo’s foot tapping slowly fades off into nothing. Wrecker is asleep underneath you as well, so other than Hunter, you're now the only one awake. Hunter might even be asleep honestly, you have no way of seeing like you can the others. He’s probably dozed off with his boots resting on the control panel, now that Tech can’t yap at him for it.

You want nothing more than to sleep, but you keep tossing and turning in your little nook of space between the wall and Wrecker. But no matter how much you try and blank out your mind and let sleep take over, it’s still racing enough so that you still feel as wide awake as you did in the middle of the day.

They’re all so lucky. They all get to sleep, while that little vibrator still sticks in your mind, much to your annoyance; Floating around like a buzzing little bug that keeps dodging your attempts to swat it down.

You can't afford to be having these sorts of thoughts right now, not when you're less than three meters from four other people. You’ve made a decision to sleep, and you are going to follow through with that; No matter how much your body attempts to fight you.

That vibrator was meant for when you were all alone, missing Wrecker when it was the middle of the night and he’s lightyears away, but nothing excites you more than the idea of giving Wrecker the reins with it. He’s sweet; Wrecker never denies you a single thing you ask sweetly for, in a way that can have you unwound underneath him. You have no doubt he'd have you trembling and leaking all over yourself, begging him to stop and begging for more.

Oh come on, not now. shoo shoo.

You wiggle slightly to try and adjust into a more comfortable position; But the minute, the second you close your eyes and try to sleep, your mind instantly moves from counting tookas to seeing every scene lingering in the recesses of your mind play out against your eyelids.

It would make it far easier for him to tease you and yet still deny you what you really want, A way of preparing yourself for him while still yearning for the cock that’s weighing down your tongue and stretching your lips. You’ll never deny having eyes too big for your stomach when it comes to Wrecker, but the possibilities of setting him free with something like this knowing that he’s already so much for you to handle fills you with nervous excitement.

When you wake up the next morning you're not incredibly tired, but you can absolutely feel that you got less sleep that your body had needed. Again. You can still remember bites and pieces of what you assume was one of your dreams from during the night, and you end up having to take a quick trip to the refresher to clean yourself up. Your underwear were noticeably damp and stained, your wet dreams having physically effected you once again.

Some food should keep your mind busy, as Hunter had decided to grab the Batch some food that for once, wasn’t GAR regulated slop. You pitch in a few credits for your own portion, needing some food to fill your empty, almost nauseous stomach.

The sudden sound of metal on metal startles you nearly upright however, looking up from your food and seeing that Wrecker had kicked an ammo crate across the floor to skid to a stop in front of you.

"Wreck, what are you doing?"

He's holding his meal in his hands as he rounds the crate, standing between it and you.

"They're being boring up there. I wanted to sit with you." Plopping down on the crate, he cracks open the meal box and starts digging in, quickly surpassing what you've eaten in no time. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, until Wrecker decides to stop chowing down for a moment to speak up.

"You alright?"

Wrecker's sudden question has you confused, brow furrowing before you take another bite of your food.

"Yeah, why?" He's already finished most of his food, swallowing before speaking.

"Last couple nights you've been moving a lot in your sleep; Thought you were having nightmares." Needless to say, that was the exact opposite of your current problem. It's sweet of Wrecker to have noticed something was off though and ask you about it, however.

"Oh no, no it's not that. No nightmares. At least that I remember." Wrecker shrugs and takes another bite of his food.

"We all get em sometimes."

You'll keep his words in mind for later; But at least for the time being, nightmares are the least of your problem. You'd almost prefer they were at the moment, given they'd be far easier to explain that what is currently plaguing your mind. You’d hoped him being here would tame it, but instead you look at the muscles of his neck and your thoughts wander.

It continues throughout the entire day, swimming around in the back recesses of your mind no matter how hard you try to push it away. No matter how much you try and throw it out into the ocean, the current just keeps bringing those thoughts right back. It’s, distracting. More than a little bit so.

Normally when you finally manage to bring Wrecker back to your place you’re excited and reeling with so many things, but now you just feel tired, eager to make up on some sleep. The ride back is slow, feels slow, and the moment your door opens Wrecker is following behind you, noticing the way your body is lax and sluggish.

“Tired?” He jokes, watching the way you smile and nod.

“Yeah, haven’t got much good sleep the last couple of days.” Bless him, you can tell Wrecker is still a little incredulous on your denial that it’s nightmares, but he doesn’t press on it anymore tonight. The two both get into bed, Wrecker adamantly making sure you’re comfortable before finally letting himself relax.

With the soft weight of your own bed and your own blankets, Wrecker safe at your side you’re finally out like a light, the soft sounds of speeders and air taxis along with his soft breathing lulling you off.

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Wrecker slowly cracks his eyes open, feeling the dry sticky taste in his mouth from deep sleep. Nothing is making noise and no one's yelling for him, so at first he doesn't realize why he even woke up in the first place.

Until you jerk quite harshly in your sleep again, and Wrecker instantly realizes you were the cause.

Another nightmare? He thinks, watching the way your body fidgets, and your hand grips the black fabric of his bodyglove tighter.

He watches your face, sees it furrowing and relaxing with whatever is going on in your head. Your body moves again, though much more softly than the motions that he assumes had woken him up. You also mumble, lips barely moving as you utter:

"Wreck..."

Your words are barely noticeable, slurred by sleep and your brain only working from ingrained habits. A gentle sigh escapes your throat, muffled by his arm that you're clinging to. Just as your lips close he feels your hips brush forward, rubbing against his body.

This is not a nightmare.

Your hips jerk forward again, even rougher than the last time as you let out a soft little sigh from the bottom of your throat.

Definitely, not a nightmare.

Wrecker's body instantly goes ramrod straight, and suddenly his cock isn't very far behind. He feels it go right down his spine, cock almost jumping as your hips twitch forward. Your little hands are gripping at his bodyglove, pressing your body against him as you desire more of whatever he's doing to you in your dream. He knows it's him, you keep mumbling his name like a prayer slipped between the cutest little noises.

Now each time your body brushes against him he feels his cock throb, swallowing thickly the knot in his throat. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, as it surely seems to be pleasant, your face softening as you mumble incomprehensible words to his dream self.

This is torture. Every single round of resistance training the Kaminoans put him through now pale in comparison to this.

But he can wait; It'll be all of his allotted patience for the next few months, but he's not going to wake you up just because he has a hard-on. Especially since you had specifically said you needed to get some sleep. He’d feel so guilty to wake you up over something so, carnal. No matter how much he desperately wants to, or how badly he wants to just, touch you.

If he moves his leg a bit, he can maybe find some relief, trying to slowly move while you lay tight against him. The moment he attempts to do so he feels your body jerk fast enough that he quickly freezes, watching your head raise up away from his bicep.

When your eyes first open he thinks you're still asleep, until he notices you looking around the room searching for what had woken you up. Nothing around the room catches your interest, so when your eyes eventually look to him, you notice his looking your way. He’s never been one to wake up in the middle of the night, that you’ve even seen.

"Hey gorgeous,"

Your body perks up, brow furrowing though your eyes are still hooded and tired. It’s clear you’re still half sleeping, but slowly the fog is lifting.

"Wrecker? You're... Awake?"

How could he sleep? He had his girl clearly dreaming something absolutely filthy about him and nearly humping on his arm. He'd have himself declared brain dead if he didn't react.

“You were dreamin’ about something… Think you were moving around and it woke me up.” He can feel the way your hand against his chest is fidgeting, the illumination from the buildings outside giving you a soft, glowing backlight.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." Your eyes are darting all over his face, watching the way his eyelids seem hooded and the corners of his mouth are just barely crooked upward.

"You kept moaning my name."

Your body raises up. His eye is noticeably dilated, looking at you with that soft, confident smirk he gets when he knows what he's going to say will rile you up.

"Were you havin' a good time in that little head of yours?"

Good would be, more than an understatement. In your head you were almost sobbing because of how good he was making you feel. He had you a completely malleable mess, both physically and mentally under his body, leaking all over the toy in his hand and then his cock.

"Maybe I was..."

Your leg moves from where it's against his thigh, trying to cling to him closer. When you do, you brush against his cock and instantly feel that he's completely hard; Seeing him bite his cheek and hiss through his teeth.

Your embarrassment by getting caught red handed in the woes of a wet dream fade away by the realization that Wrecker was so turned on my it; But this whole time had been relegated to listening from the sidelines.

"If you’re this hard, you could've woke me up... I wouldn't have minded."

In one motion Wrecker moves from laying on his back to his side, before raising up on his left forearm. His right knee settles between your thighs, forcing them apart.

“I’d be happy to have your hands or mouth wake me up in the middle of the night.” He catches your sly glance, the not so subtle suggestion. He’ll keep your words in mind for another time; For now he has a more important thing in the front of his mind. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, his stubble rough against your skin.

"This the same dream you’ve been having? Making you roll around in your sleep?"

His hand is touching your side, feeling your body arch upward closer to him as he cradles just underneath your ribcage. His touch is gentle yes, but there is a distinct unyielding firmness to it. You’re not leaving his grip to go anywhere. "Yes, it was..." His hand moves over your stomach, sliding down past the band of your underwear. The instant his fingers touch your outer lips he feels the dampness of your underwear, fingers curling between your folds and instantly becoming so overwhelmingly slick.

"Kriff, you're so wet,"

His hand could cover your entire cunt if he wanted to, rubbing two of his fingers up and down your pussy to warm you up to his touch.

"What were you thinking about, pretty girl?"

Your moans are more so little sighs and pleas for more, hips pushing upwards towards him as your hands grip the sheets like a lifeline. Your pussy aches, empty. Begging for him to fill you.

"I- fuck, I decided to get something recently and... I kept dreaming about it..." Wrecker's fingers keep pressing against your clit, rubbing circles around the hood. His touch is so soft you know he’s absolutely teasing the answer out of you, watching you writhe underneath him. You’ve missed him so much, how you love to finally have him touching you again.

"Yeah? What was it?" He keeps touching you so much you can barely get out the words, muttering them between your breathes. Your voice stays a whisper; A habit from the Marauder.

"A vibrator; I missed you and… I wanted something while I waited for you to come back." One of his fingers pushes inside of you and you nearly cry out, pulling the sheets upward like you want to tear them apart. You’re almost so lost in the feeling that he has to bring you down to reality to his voice, his lips on your neck before pulling back.

“Sounds like there’s a bit more, gorgeous.” There is, it’s just a matter of getting the words out of your mouth as he slips a second finger inside of you, burying down to the base and rubbing them against the inside of your cunt.

"I kept thinking about you using it on me. While you fucked me."

If the mere thought has you dreaming about it and making you wet like this, enough to take over your mind, he'll make your dream come true.

"Where is it?" Your thighs are trembling, face feeling fire hot as your pussy leaks all over his hand.

"Left nightstand." It's resting at your side of the bed, and Wreck only has to pull his hand away from you and lean over to find it. He digs through for a moment and you can almost feel the way your head is beating against your chest. It’s the same beat that throbs in your cunt, body desperately awaiting him. When he finds it, your eyes trail his hand as it dwarfs the vibrator, almost looking like a pathetic little toy in his grip.

Before he puts in on you however he realizes he’s still clothed, and quickly moves to remedy the matter. He starts peeling away at his bodyglove as you watch him, seeing the way his muscles flex and squeeze as he does so.

His body his massive; Sometimes you forget how much so. He really could just destroy you if he wanted to.

The thought makes your grip the pillow your head is against tight enough to squeeze it down to it’s thinnest margin, before you let go and grasp the sides of your panties instead; Peeling off the underwear you’ve made a mess of tonight.

And once it’s off of him he throws it aside, down to somewhere out of view and thought.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” He sees your head nod even in the dim light of the room.

“Yes, yes please.” Wrecker wouldn’t consider himself cruel, but oh how he loves to hear you beg.

You can see how hard he is once he pulls away his bottoms, precum leaking down after some has already smudged across the head of his cock. He grips your thigh and pull your closer, enough so that he can rub himself against you and coat his cock in your wetness. You can’t help but look away for a moment, his eyes too intense to keep contact with for more than a few glances.

“I would’ve told you sooner, if this was how y- Oh gods-”

In your distracted speaking Wrecker suddenly turns on and presses the vibrator against your clit, jolting you out of your sentence as your hips instantly jerk upward. He’s gentle at first, testing your limits sliding it up and down your pussy before pressing it harder against you.

It’s not the most intense setting, but it’s already making your thighs shake and cunt throb, stomach tensed as you feel the vibrations go through you. You can feel him just barely teasing you, cock grinding against your and a few times pressing against your entrance before popping out, and continuing along your outer folds. Each time he does it makes you gasp, mouth agape as you feel like he’s just about to fuck you, but backs off.

He pulls the vibrator away from you for a moment, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times before just barely pressing against your entrance. He isn’t teasing this time, but he’s so, so slow.

“Relax, pretty girl; I’m not gonna fit if you don’t.”

You want to, more than anything, but your muscles are so tight that it requires a conscious effort. You feel just as the head of his cock pushes past your entrance, moaning as he stretches you to your limit.

Slowly slowly, he pushes himself down to the base, sinking his cock fully inside you. He’s gives you more than a moment to let your body relax, pressing the vibrator back against your clit and moaning at the way he feels your muscles instantly tighten around him.

“Kriff, that feel good?” Your legs tighten around his hips as he slowly pulls halfway out then thrusts back into you, hand gripping your hip to keep you close as your hips attempt to raise up higher.

“Yes, yes, I should’ve told your sooner-” You remember using this toy a few times when Wrecker was deployed, and you were more than a little lonely. It never felt this intense, your toes curling as he drives his cock deeper into you. Wrecker is the only common denominator that would explain it.

It’s bringing you so close to the edge it almost feels like the world is spinning, glancing downward to see his cock disappearing and reappearing as his hand holds your toy to your clit. When you suddenly cum around him it’s almost like seeing stars, biting your lip he fucks you through it.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, as if you want your nails to pierce the fabric and tear it to ribbons.

His hips hit the backs of your thighs, hard enough to fill the room with the lewd sounds of slapping skin and the wet sounds of your pussy around him, his harsh, ragged breaths and your desperate moans.

But it’s within moments that you already feel another one being pulled from you, gasping as your hands start to hurt from how hard they’re holding on. He pulls your vibrator away from you only for a moment to adjust his grip, as it’s so slick in his hands from how wet you are. The moment it touches you again, he feels the way your cunt clenches and your hips twitch upward.

You’re going to cum again you can feel it, he’s bringing you so close you can barely take it; Your stomach tight enough to snap. Each thrust of his hips, each press of that dastardly little toy against your clit, it’s wrapping your legs around him tighter, feeling like your absolutely going to burst.

“Oh gods, Fuck Wrecker I’m gonna-”

You cum again around him legs nearly thrashing around. Your hand claps over your mouth, a habit Wrecker hates but you feel forced to do. You didn’t want your screams to echo through the walls, gods forbid. Your body goes from so tight to limp, as he slows down to fuck you through it but barely so, as any rougher he’d fear hurting you.

"Kriff, gorgeous you’re-,"

Wrecker swears under his breath, his hips uneven and sloppy; He’s been so close for so long that he just needs this little bit to push him over, seeing your body almost limp underneath him. Your so slick against his cock, even his hips and thighs that he can tell you squirted all over him, making a complete mess. He couldn’t care in the slightest, he never would; Especially when you look almost ethereal laid out on your bed like this.

You can hear the moment he cums inside of you by the way his breath hitches, driving himself as deep inside of you as possible. His hips twitch, pulling back before just as quick driving himself back deeper inside of you, the hand gripping your thigh holding you tight enough that you might’ve feared it would bruise, had you cared. You care far more about the way you can feel his cum inside of you, almost already threatening to leak out.

You’re wet, he’s wet; Thighs trembling. It takes you at least a minute to come down from your high to realize, though once you do you can’t do much more than apologize.

"Oh g- Wrecker I'm so sorry," Your heart is still pounding in your chest, the muscles in your hips still twitching no matter how much you try to still them.

Wrecker doesn't seem to mind, and if anything he seems almost proud. If he thought you could handle it, he might’ve considered trying to get you to do it again. He slowly pulls out of you and watches your thighs twitch and tense, cum leaking from your abused pussy. When he notices your glassy stare and flushed face, his hand gently cups your face, feeling your warm skin on his own.

"You should get cleaned up before you pass out, gorgeous. I’ll fix this." You raise a hand. As much as you might want to move, the idea of doing so at this moment seems dangerous, at best.

"I just, need a minute." Wrecker leans over and pushes a small bit of hair away that's stuck to your forehead before pressing his lips against you.

When you do manage to get up, it's still wobbly legs, stumbling your way to the tiny refresher and cleaning yourself up enough that you can comfortably sleep. You doubt that you’ll have any problems doing that now, as you take one more glance in the mirror before turning away.

When you leave, It's a surprise to see Wrecker standing outside the door, before he suddenly picks you up off the ground. It pulls a little noise of surprise from you as you grasp his shoulders, as he carries you hooked with one arm under your thighs.

"Wrecker!? The bed is right there why are you carrying me!?"

He stops walking and stands, adjusting you in his grip.

"You're tired, and you don't let me carry you..." He gently plops you down on the bed.

"I don't let you in the Marauder, because last time you almost made me kick Hunter in the back of the head." Wrecker slides onto the bed with you and assumes a similar position to the one you were both in earlier, curled up against his side with his arm around you. Head resting against his bicep you feel his hand gently resting on your back, so warm and gentle.

You're so completely wore out you don't remember even falling asleep, only the look on Wrecker's face as he leans over you, breath on your face as he whispers:

"Wake up wake up, princess."

His face and body obscure almost all of your vision, though the warm light bleeding through the window and onto his body shows it is indeed morning. Instead of raising up you pull yourself against his chest, groaning as your hands attempt to hold him still. You’d never be able to, but he always attempts to play along for a bit.

"Mmm, a few more minutes?" He doesn’t as long this time, pushing your shoulder back just enough that your face is forced away from him, and he can see your puffy, sleepy face.

"Nah, Hunter’s already yelling at me to get back to the base." That's interesting enough to wake you up a bit, though just as you begin to lean up, his comm starts ringing presumably for the second or third time. Wrecker groans, loud, before scooping his comm link up off the blankets.

“I know I know!” Wrecker instantly starts out with, listening to Hunter on the other side.

“Hurry. We ship out in an hour.”

You watch the way Wrecker’s shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes, having to cover your mouth with a hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“Oh my way, I’ll be there when I’ll there.” Hunter sounds like he’s going to say something again, taking in a breath that’s just barely heard. But...

“Never thought I’d be glad to be off-planet," What is quite distinctly Crosshair’s voice says, picked up from the background.

"If I have to deal with those two necking nonstop any more, I’m going to stick my head out the airlock."

[luna-redamancy]

Perfect Accessory-  Frodo x F!Elf! Reader

Requested by: @kazenomegaminowanpisu “Can I request something from frodo, like his reaction when his fem elf s/o put a flower on his ear” I hope you enjoy this!

You hummed to yourself as you entered your greenhouse, sitting your basket on the wooden stool you had at the entrance. Grabbing out your apron, you loosely tied it around your waist as you grabbed the gardening shears from its pocket.

Daily you would enter your greenhouse, checking for any ripe fruits and vegetables as well as cutting off fresh flowers for a daily bouquet to have in your home. The fresh flowers combined with the fresh baked breads Frodo would bring home had your heart feeling fuller than ever, so you did your best to make it a routine.

As you clipped your flowers, a collection of daffodils, buttercups, calendula, and baby’s breaths, you paused as you noticed a familiar foot.

Grinning, you peaked your head around your working bench, Frodo’s frame becoming more visible the further you looked.

The afternoon sun was warm against Frodo’s cheeks as he rested in your greenhouse, book to his chest as he laid against a sack of mulch. A peaceful expression adorned his face as he napped.

Unable to help yourself, you snipped another buttercup but left it with a shorter stem than the others. Moving back to the entrance, you laid your bouquet in your basket before turning back to your working bench.

Spinning the flower in your hand, you put your other hand over your mouth to stop any laughter from coming out.

Crouching down next to Frodo, you carefully brushed aside his dark curls, making his brow furrow. You paid it no mind as you put the flower over his ear and re-arranged his hair.

“What’re you doin’?” Frodo’s sleepy voice caught your attention, pulling your focus from ensuring his hair didn’t block the beautiful blooming flower to his baby blue eyes.

“Just giving my beloved a worthy accessory,” You grinned, watching as his face flushed and one hand removing its grip on his book to drift upwards to fondly stroke the petals of the flower now helping ‘accessorize’ his face.

Frodo’s face bloomed with a fond smile as he shook his head, his mind still a bit foggy as he worked to give you a verbal response.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as he sleepily nodded.

“The best accessory ever,” He murmured as he blinked a few more times to wake up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm….” Frodo rubbed the sleep out of his eye. “I think I’ll need one everyday now,” He couldn’t help but tease.

Fin.

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[kierancaz]

I want to do a Legolas x Witcher reader thing but idk if anyone would be interested

I’m tore between making it a series or headcanons but I’m leaning towards series bc that’s just more fun to me lol

But like I need to know if anyone would actually read it bc if I post it and no one likes it I will get sad bro

[midearthwritings]

Day 12: Sickness

You didn't listen to Frodo, and now he has to help you get better.

Pairings: Frodo & Reader

Warning: None

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy today's fic!!

“I tried to warn you. But you never listen to me, do you?” 

Shaking despite your body feeling like a furnace, you whined painfully. Now that you thought about it, maybe Frodo had been right. Maybe it had not been the best idea to follow Merry and Pippin out in the snow to go about whatever mischievous business they had in mind. It was only later, though, when the sky was dark and your clothes soaked, that you had realized your mistake. And now, you were paying the price. 

“Must you be so mean to me?” you asked, your eyes only half-open from being so tired. “I am ill, you should be nice to me.” 

“If you wanted me to be nicer,” Frodo replied, pulling a small glass bottle out of his pocket, ”then perhaps you should’ve listened to me when I advised you to stay home.” 

Carefully, he opened the bottle and poured a small quantity of liquid into a wooden spoon. It was green and looked way too thick to taste good. 

“What is that?” you questioned, not trusting what you were seeing.  

“Medicine,” he simply said, bringing the spoon close to your lips. “Now, open up.” 

Reluctantly, you opened your mouth. Frodo did not waste time, perhaps afraid that you would change your mind and throw a tantrum as you often did, and shoved the spoon into your mouth. 

It was bitter on your tongue, the taste of it not quite recognizable. It was also hard to swallow, making you feel as if you were choking for a brief second. But once you managed to get it down your throat, it was not so bad anymore. 

Sitting right next to you, you noticed Frodo looking at you with a fondness in his eyes you had never seen before. Perhaps it reminded him of something, or he was grateful that you had not frozen to death. 

“Thank you,” you muttered, finally giving up and closing your eyes. 

“Anytime,” he promised. 

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“Thanks, I owe you guys one.” (Fellowship x Reader)

Synopsis: you’re being chased by men who enjoy hunting down humans, but fortunately, you run right into the middle of the Fellowship’s camp.

The night was dark and barren throughout its snowy wasteland—a temporary home for the Fellowship to call that evening, as they set up camp around a flickering fire at the base of a pine tree-lined slope.

Low hushes made their way across the cold camp, as each tired member spoke of their glum day through the snow. They had since trekked through the forest to find their little snowy slope—a haven for mortal and immortal eyes alike to observe the stars above.

It was almost as if you could see them clearer in the piercing cold, Pippin mused at one point. Legolas softly agreed, and confirmed that to be true.

However, for all the distant howls of wolves and hoots of owls, none could possibly expect nor imagine what was happening on the other side of the slope.

Y/n ran desperately through the snow, chattering through her teeth as every inch of the white powder slowed her down. The stars above taunted her and reminded the girl of another wasted night.

Three days she had been on the run from these cruel hunters—hunters well-versed in the game of mounting human heads on their log cabin walls.

Naturally, as to be expected of a fatigued human, Y/n’s strength failed.

She could hear the thudding of the hunters’ dogs behind her—gaining with every second she slowed. They were unmistakably some variation of wolves, as evident from the gnashing teeth and vicious growls.

She next made the mistake of looking over her shoulder. She barely had time to dodge, as a homemade arrow whizzed past her ear. It caught the flesh and produced a new wound. It matched the dripping gash on her temple, leaving a clear trail of red in the white for them to track.

A sharp gasp escaped Y/n, as she ignored the arrow and instead paid attention to what it meant—they were gaining on her, and very fast, too.

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” one of the cruel men laughed out. He had his bow forever ready in his hands, always pointed at Y/n.

The other two also had bows, as well as long hunting knives. They glinted bright in the moonlight, brighter than the teeth of the wolves.

Y/n willed her legs to go faster up the slope, praying for it to descend soon. However, the snow was thick—up to her knees. She would not go any faster, not at this rate.

“Back off, you spooky bastards!” Y/n shouted in vain. It sounded more annoyed at this point, though, but fear was evident in her tone.

At the bottom of the slope, Legolas lifted his head and knitted his brows. He sat on a log before the fire, and looked at all his friends to see if they had heard what he did.

Aragorn caught his blonde friend’s antics, and questioned him aloud. “Legolas, what do you sense?”

At this, all in the camp lifted their own heads, and paid attention to the elf.

“Foul language and foul omens approaching,” he replied.

Legolas threw a glance over his shoulder and up at the slope, where he eyed it off apprehensively. With the dawning of hunting howls, he quickly shot to his feet, as did everyone else in the camp.

“Is it wargs?” Boromir asked, breathlessly.

“No,” Gandalf answered, drawing his staff at the ready. “These are no wargs…but they are not entirely friendly, either.”

The Fellowship, practiced in their stances, formed a protective huddle around the hobbits, and drew all their weapons. Their eyes, either wide in alarm or narrowed with precision, sized up the snowy slope, where the howls were growing from.

Now at the top, Y/n gasped—for two reasons. At the same time a wolf lunged at her from behind, she tripped over her feet, and fell down the long slope. The wolf did the same and skidded to the side.

Both tried desperately to find their footing again, to which Y/n did. She ran down the snow at a rapid pace, yelping with every snap at her ankle.

“There!” Gimli shouted, pointing up at the approaching girl.

“Shoot the wolf, Legolas!” Aragorn ordered.

In a swift manner, Legolas did as told. The next yelp upon the slope came not from Y/n, but from the nearest wolf, as it tumbled down the slope behind her—dead and leaving a reddened trail of its own.

Y/n caught this exchange and snapped her gaze down at the campfire. Before she could register the ushering hands of the hobbits for her to hurry towards them, the shouts of the men from atop the slope caught her ears.

Her heart hastened in its pace, as did her legs, as she realized they were angrier than ever at the shooting of their hound. They yelled louder and drew more arrows, running faster now downhill to catch up with her.

Y/n looked away from the men and continued running down the hill, where she soon met a flatter surface again. With the acceleration of her descent thrusting through her legs, Y/n, melting in her knees like jelly, flew through the huddle of foreign men.

They welcomed her quickly with a parting of Aragorn and Legolas, as they herded her in with protective ushers of their arms. She then soon found her way to stand with the hobbits in the middle.

In a warrior’s instant, the front line of the Fellowship’s weapons were drawn again, this time pointed at the hunters, rather than their hounds, which had since been called off.

The men slowed their gait to an arrogant strut at the bottom of the slope, and they upheld two fingers each to halt their snarling wolves.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the leader of the hunters greeted. He had a coat made of animal fur, and a flappy hat of the same material. A row of human teeth crafted a necklace around his collarbone.

“We are not looking for trouble, but we have no issue getting involved,” Aragorn cut to the chase. His sword was drawn idly, and his expression unnervingly neutral.

Y/n creased her brows and sucked on her lower lip, with a quick glance thrown at the back of Aragorn’s head. She soon looked back at the leading hunter, however, the moment he cracked a breathless smile and spoke again.

“I can assure you; we’re not looking for trouble either,” he began. “Just hand over the girl, and we’ll call it even for killing our dog.”

“Try it, I dare you,” Legolas warned, tightening the drawstring of his bow. “I’m in the mood.”

The man huffed a laugh again, and momentarily looked back at his two comrades. They, too, had bows drawn, and were looking to their leader for direction.

He, in turn, slowly rolled his tongue over the inside of his cheeks, and nodded with a faltering expression. He knew they were outnumbered by the Fellowship, wolves or not.

He looked at Y/n, who stiffened in response. Lifting his crusty hunting knife, the man gestured to Y/n. On cue, every member in the Fellowship huddled in closer, and darkened their eyes.

“We’ll be seeing you around, runner,” he said.

Reluctantly, and with a prolonged stare held on Y/n, the man turned on his feet. Snarling, his wolves followed, as did the other two men.

Once they were far enough away up the slope, the Fellowship collectively sighed, eased their shoulders and dropped their weapons.

Y/n shifted uncomfortably and nodded around at all of them, as they looked to her with softened eyes and gentle smiles, as if to say, “You’re safe now.”

“Thanks, guys,” she said, sincerely. “I owe you one.”

“Think nothing of it,” Gandalf promised, nodding his chin high. “An occupational hazard at this point.”

“Exciting careers?” Y/n laughed.

“You could say that,” Boromir laughed back. He walked back to his spot on the log, and ran a tired hand through his hair.

“Going anywhere exciting?” Y/n asked next, shrugging slightly in hope.

“You could also say that,” Frodo answered, sharing a nervous smile with Sam.

Smiling, and considering all her options, Y/n tried her luck.

“You’re not going east by any chance, are you?”

“Welcome aboard.”

[the-butterfly-blues]

The Benevolent Prophecy

Chapter List

Cancelled Until Further Notice

(There is a chance I’ll come back or rewrite this in the future, but I have no motivation to continue this and I don’t wish to give you bad content. I am sorry)

The Benevolent Prophecy is a Reader Insert of The Hobbit.

The character, or rather, your character, is a simple farmer and ranch handler that’s transported to the mystical lands of Middle-Earth. She must follow an age old prophecy without knowing whether or not it will bring her home. She’ll face many challenges, both emotional and physical as she helps Thorin Oakenshield and Company to Erebor.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight