#not that i'm hurting for gil but. you know. More.....!

[queers-gambit]

Match Made in Grey Haven

prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.

pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 2.9k+

note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.

warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.

part two: The Risk

"You appear ill at-ease," Círdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."

Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.

"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."

"Hm," Círdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."

"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware Círdan watched him closely.

"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, Círdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."

"I do not think - "

"You fool nobody but yourself," Círdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"

"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "

"And feelings," Círdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "

"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting Círdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."

You froze.

"Yet I will not believe that," Círdan shot back.

"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."

Círdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"

"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.

"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," Círdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"

"My Lord?"

"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"

You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.

Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.

He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, Círdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.

It was well known you were the apple of Círdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, Círdan raised you.

Elrond panicked at Círdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."

You smiled gently and nodded, Círdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.

His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.

Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.

You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave Círdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.

Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.

"Ah," Círdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."

"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.

"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.

You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," Círdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"

"Nothing of note."

"Then speak to me of something not of note."

"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"

"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."

You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.

"Do what?"

"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"

Círdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "

"I know."

"Then why do it?"

"Because..."

"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"

With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."

"What is the matter?"

Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "

"But supper - "

"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."

You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found Círdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"

"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."

"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.

"Come, sit, eat," Círdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."

Elrond frowned and looked to the door, Círdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"

"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."

"How do you mean?"

"It's why she writes," Círdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."

Elrond was out the door before Círdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."

You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"

"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"

You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."

"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"

"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.

"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."

"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"

You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."

Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"

"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."

"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"

"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.

"Perhaps Sauron - "

"But you nor I are he."

"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."

"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."

"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."

Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."

"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."

"'Love'?" He repeated.

"Oh, I just - I only meant - "

"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver Círdan his letters."

"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"

"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.

However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, Círdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.

"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.

"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."

"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.

Círdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naïve to think this union was yours alone."

Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"

"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "

"Indeed," Círdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"

You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"

"I did," Círdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."

"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.

"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," Círdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"

"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.

"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."

"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.

"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."

"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"

"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."

"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"

"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, Círdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."

"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.

"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."

part two: The Risk

requesting rules and masterlist

TROP masterlist

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Gilbert had been acting strangely lately.

Gilbert: "Little bunny, is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Emma: "Again?"

When I arrived at our usual spot with freshly brewed tea and pastries, he set his work aside, greeted me with a charming smile, and insisted.

Gilbert: "I want you to rely on me more."

Emma: "I've relied on you plenty already."

(Just yesterday, for example.)

------------Flashback-----------

Gilbert: "There, I finished drying your hair."

Emma: "Thanks. That felt really nice."

Gilbert: "I'm glad to hear that. So, what would you like me to do next?"

Emma: "N-Nothing, really—"

Gilbert: "What would you like me to do next?"

Emma: "T-Then maybe a shoulder massage?"

Gilbert: "Oh, good idea. You're probably the only person who could tell me to do that."

Emma: "Actually, never mind—"

Gilbert: "Nope. No need to hold back with me."

Gilbert: "If it's for you, I'd gladly do anything—no matter how selfish the request is."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Lately, he's been overly sweet to me.)

(He's not usually like this, though.)

Gilbert: "Hey, won't you rely on me?"

Emma: "I feel completely content right now."

Gilbert: "Emma, did you forget?"

Gilbert: "You only have two choices: either listen to my request or be forced to."

(So I have to say something, no matter what?)

I set the tea and pastries down on the table and gazed into his crimson eyes, trying to read his true intentions.

Emma: "Did something happen?"

Gilbert: "Right now? Nothing at all."

('Right now'?)

Gilbert: "Hehe, come on, keep thinking. Until you ask me for something, I won't let you leave—cough!"

Emma: "Gil!?"

He suddenly started coughing, so I quickly placed a hand on his back and gently rubbed it.

Gilbert: "Hey now, aren't you overreacting?"

Emma: "Of course, I'm overreacting! I still haven't forgiven you for disappearing on me for days."

Not long ago, Gilbert had suddenly vanished from the castle.

I figured he must have caught a cold and hid so he wouldn't spread it to me, but I'd been beside myself with worry.

Whenever he was suffering, he always kept it to himself, refusing to share the burden with anyone.

That was the kind of cruel yet kind person he was.

(Maybe this whole situation is his way of making up for that.)

(I don't know the real reason behind all this, but I do have one thing I want to ask.)

Emma: "Gil."

Gilbert: "If you're about to ask me to stay by your side forever, that's a no."

Emma: "There's something I'd like to ask you."

Emma: "Is there a way to keep someone who occasionally disappears without a trace by my side?"

Gilbert: "Fufu, of course, there's a way. But before I tell you, how about you show me your method first?"

(That was… surprisingly easy.)

Gilbert ran his fingers through my hair, gently tugging—not enough to hurt, but enough to bring our faces closer.

His striking red eyes locked onto mine, silently urging me to act.

(My method, huh?)

Emma: "Please, don't go anywhere."

The moment I made my plea, looking straight into his eyes, he bit down lightly on my lip.

Gilbert: "That won't do at all. The moment you start begging, it means you're not really trying to make me listen."

Emma: "I just couldn't think of another way."

Gilbert: "That's because you're kind. But remember, the person you're dealing with is a villain."

Gilbert: "If you really want to tie down a villain, you don't beg—you control."

Gilbert: "If you and the villain want totally different things, why let him decide?"

(He has a point, but isn't forcing him to stay too selfish?)

(Asking him to rely on me is just my own selfishness in the end.)

At my silence, he let go of my hair.

Gilbert: "There are many ways to bend someone's will."

Gilbert: "But the methods preferred by a beast like me wouldn't suit someone as gentle as you."

Gilbert: "So, I'll teach you the simplest way—the one that won't weigh on your conscience."

Before I could react, he suddenly stood up, grabbed my wrist, and pinned me down against the table.

(Huh?)

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few papers covered in his handwriting flutter through the air.

But before I could pay them any mind, my vision was completely overtaken by his handsome face.

His lips captured mine, again and again, teasing, coaxing, drawing out a heat I hadn't intended to surrender.

(What the hell is happening?)

Dazed, I instinctively accepted his kiss, only for his tongue to invade, thoroughly claiming every inch of my mouth.

Gilbert: "Make sure you never do this with anyone else, okay?"

Gilbert: "I'd hate to stain you with someone else's blood."

His crimson eyes gleamed with something dark and possessive as he slowly ran his tongue over his wet lips.

Then, without warning, he hooked his hands under my legs and lifted them—leaving me utterly defenseless.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Hello! I stumbled across your post about requests opening for certain Rings of Power characters, and I'd love to request one for Gil-galad, if that's okay!

The reader is Elrond's sister, and was taken in by Gil-galad when she was an elfling after Sirion (just like Elros and Elrond). Could you write something that begins in angst and ends in fluff? Like, for example, Gil-galad has been trying to convince himself that he's not falling for the reader (but he is), and one day she goes on a patrol with Elrond and a few other elves. She gets grievously hurt, and is rushed back to the palace by her overprotective brother Elrond. Gil-galad is incredibly concerned, and the love and grief comes rushing to the forefront. He's got to watch her scream in pain as she's being healed by Elrond. When she gets better, the High King professes his love and asks her to court him. A timeskip and a brief mention of them getting married at the end and facing the hardships of Second Age Middle Earth together? Because Eru knows we need some fluff and happy endings!

Thanks a lot, and apologies for the long request!

Hello there! I combined this with another ask I received about our lovely High King! I'm going to make a part 2 that is going to address their happily ever after and maybe some spicey time.... for now, here you go!

zoya-olenka asked:

Ok and the other one, reader and Gil Galad are always clashing during their interactions until the tension is too much and well, we know what follows. I'll leave it to you to set the scenery. I'm sure I'll love anything you come up with!

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Lovely Thorn

You sit across from Gil-galad at the war council, the map of Middle-earth spread out between you on the heavy oak table. The room is filled with advisors and generals, all eyes turned to the High King as he discusses the latest reports from the patrols. Your heart pounds in your chest, and not because of the looming threat of war.

"I still believe we should patrol further south," you say, folding your arms across your chest. "The enemy could be gaining ground there, and if we don’t act now, we risk losing control of the entire region."

Gil-galad raises an eyebrow, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. "Moving south would leave Lindon exposed. I will not risk the heart of our people for a gamble on a dark servant that Galadriel herself cannot seem to find."

"It’s not a gamble," you argue, your voice sharper than intended. "It is a calculated risk, and one we must take if we’re to stand a chance protecting the people of this world."

The room goes silent, all eyes flicking between you and the High King. This isn’t the first time you’ve challenged him in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. His calm, unflinching demeanor only serves to irritate you more. How can he be so maddeningly composed? And worse—how can he look so beautiful even when he’s infuriating you?

"Perhaps," Gil-galad says after a long pause, "you would like to lead the army yourself, then? Since you seem to know so much more about warfare than my generals."

Heat rushes to your cheeks. "That’s not what I meant, and you know it!"

He leans back in his chair, the smirk still there. "I know what you are saying. But the decision is mine to make."

You grit your teeth, feeling the tension thick between you. The air seems heavier when he’s near, and no matter how much he irritates you, you can’t deny that every argument leaves you more flustered than the last.

"Fine," you mutter, finally relenting, though your mind still spins with frustration. "But when the darkness returns to our borders, remember that I warned you."

As you storm out of the room, you can feel his gaze lingering on you, and the sensation only makes your heart race faster.

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You’re standing in the middle of the throne room, arms crossed as you glare at Gil-galad. The council has just adjourned, but the two of you remain, still arguing over the trade agreements with Númenor. He stands with his arms behind his back, the picture of regal calm, while you’re nearly pacing with frustration.

"We need to offer them more, or they’ll break off the alliance," you insist, your tone exasperated. "You’re being too cautious, Ereinion!"

"And you’re being too reckless," he counters smoothly, his voice low but steady. "If we give Númenor too much, they’ll see it as a sign of weakness. We cannot afford to appear desperate."

"I’m not saying we should grovel," you snap, taking a step closer. "I’m saying we should meet them halfway, but you’re so stubborn!"

Gil-galad’s eyes narrow slightly, but that infuriating calm never leaves his face. "You think me stubborn, do you?"

"Yes!" The word bursts out of you before you can stop it. "You never listen to anyone else’s advice, not when it contradicts your own plans. You—" You falter as he takes a step closer, his gaze locked on yours with a sudden intensity that makes your breath catch. You’re close enough now to feel the heat radiating from him, the weight of his presence pressing down on you.

"And you think I don’t listen to you?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you’re not sure what to say. His closeness, the way his gaze flickers down to your lips for just a fraction of a second—it all leaves you dizzy. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Instead, you turn sharply on your heel and walk out, your face burning, every nerve in your body on fire.

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Of all things to argue about, you hadn’t expected this. The grand banquet hall is prepared for an important delegation from the elven cities, and you’re standing with Gil-galad, going over the final seating arrangements. He points to one of the seats near the head of the table.

"Lady Galadriel should sit there," he says decisively.

You shake your head. "No, she should be closer to the center. That way, she can engage more easily with both the Galadhrim and the Lindon lords. She’ll feel isolated at the head."

Gil-galad sighs, rubbing his temple. "The head of the table is a place of honor. It shows respect."

"She won’t care about that," you insist, your voice rising slightly. "She cares about connection, not appearances."

"And what makes you think I don’t know what she cares about?" he says, turning to face you fully now, his brow furrowing. "I’ve known Galadriel for centuries."

"Maybe you don’t know her as well as you think," you counter, crossing your arms and standing your ground. You know you’re being difficult, but for some reason, every word out of his mouth today is setting you off. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re some puzzle he can’t quite solve. Maybe it’s the way he always manages to look so composed while you’re constantly flustered in his presence.

He takes a step closer, his gaze hardening, but his voice remains calm. "If memory serves, I am the High King, and the decision is mine."

Your heart pounds as he stands so close, his presence once again overwhelming you. You can smell the faint scent of pine and sea air on him, and you hate that even now, even in the middle of an argument, you can’t help but notice how maddeningly attractive he is.

"You always say that," you mutter, looking away, your face burning. "But sometimes I think you make these decisions just to frustrate me."

Gil-galad’s expression softens for just a moment, something unreadable passing through his eyes. "Perhaps," he says quietly, "I do."

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You glance up at him, your heart racing, but before you can say anything, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, flustered and confused once again.

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You walk down the quiet halls of the palace, your feet barely making a sound as you wander through the open corridors of Lindon. The sea breeze brushes against your face, carrying with it the familiar scent of salt and pine. You’re lost in thought today, the memories of Sirion still haunting the edges of your mind despite the many years that have passed. 

Your steps slow as you near one of the open council rooms. Two familiar voices filter through the air. Círdan and Gil-galad. Their tones are low but clear enough for you to hear.

“You are the High King of the Noldor, Ereinion. It is your duty to provide a legacy, to ensure the future of our people,” Círdan says with that calm, ancient wisdom in his voice.

There’s a pause, and then you hear Gil-galad’s reply, strained but resolute. “No one deserves that burden, Círdan. To be bound to me would be a life of endless war and worry. The darkness presses closer each day. How could I ask anyone to endure that?”

“You would not be asking. Someone would gladly bear it, if it meant standing beside you,” Círdan counters softly. “There are many who would fill the role, Ereinion. And, if I may speak freely, there is already someone fit.”

A silence follows, heavier than the words before it. You find yourself holding your breath, your heart beating faster for reasons you can’t quite place.

Gil-galad sighs, the sound laced with weariness. “No. There is no one fit for such a task. Not… not her. She deserves more than I can give. I can never ask her to share in this life.”

Her? It couldn’t be you. A sudden weight settles in your chest as your mind scrambles for an explanation. Gil-galad must be in love with someone else—some other elleth, far more graceful and fitting for a king. Perhaps all those charged moments between you—the arguments, the heated exchanges—were nothing more than misunderstandings, your own heart playing tricks on you. You’ve been a fool, misreading his every glance, every word. Heat rises to your cheeks as embarrassment floods you. Of course, the High King would never see you that way.

You quietly slip away from the door, your heart heavy, and find Elrond later that evening. Without revealing too much of your turmoil, you convince him to take you on the next patrol. Anything to clear your mind, to escape these tangled feelings. Elrond hesitates at first, but you press, insisting that some fresh air and a change of pace will help you regain your focus.

But as you ride out with the patrol, your thoughts remain clouded with questions about the mystery elleth. Who is she? Is she one of the noble ladies who frequently attends court? One of the warriors who catches Gil-galad’s eye during council? 

The wind whispers through the trees as your patrol moves cautiously through the dense forest. The air is tense, but your thoughts are elsewhere—drifting back to the conversation you overheard, the words replaying over and over. Who could she be? Gil-galad’s voice, so calm, so certain, echoes in your mind. Whoever she is, she has captured his heart, and that realization claws at you, leaving you distracted and heavy with emotion.

"Are you well?" Elrond’s voice pulls you from your reverie. He rides beside you, his sharp eyes watching the tree line, ever the vigilant commander. You nod, forcing a tight smile, but your mind is still clouded.

Suddenly, a cry goes up from the front of the patrol. The snap of arrows cutting through the air is followed by the sickening thud of one hitting its target. Chaos erupts as orcs burst from the underbrush, their jagged weapons gleaming in the dim light. Your heart leaps into your throat, and instinctively, you draw your sword.

"To arms!" Elrond shouts, his voice clear and commanding over the din of battle. He’s already dismounting, swinging his blade with practiced precision, felling the first orc that rushes him. The patrol scatters, engaging the enemy in pockets of combat, but the ambush has left you surrounded.

You leap from your horse, blade in hand, but your focus is scattered, your movements just a fraction too slow. You parry an orc’s strike, feeling the jarring force of the blow reverberate through your arm. Another charges, and you swing your sword wide, catching it in the side. It falls, but more take its place.

The clashing of steel fills the air, mingled with the guttural roars of the orcs and the cries of your comrades. You fight to keep up, dodging and weaving between the advancing enemies, but your thoughts keep pulling you back—back to her. Whoever she is, she’s the one occupying Gil-galad’s heart, not you. Not ever you.

And that moment of distraction costs you.

An orc lunges from the side, and you turn too late. The blade slashes across your side with brutal force, the shock of it knocking you off your feet. A scream escapes your lips as the pain explodes through your body. You hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from your lungs, blood already soaking through your tunic. You try to stand, but the world spins, your vision dimming at the edges.

"Sister!" Elrond’s voice cuts through the haze, frantic and filled with fear. He’s at your side, fighting off orcs left and right with terrifying precision. He’s calling for help, his face pale as he kneels beside you, hands pressed to your wound. His touch is warm, but you can feel the cold creeping in.

The battle rages on around you, but all you can focus on is the searing pain and the dull roar in your ears. Elrond’s voice fades in and out as he fights to keep you conscious. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the thundering of more hooves—reinforcements, maybe—but it’s too late. The darkness closes in, and your last thought is of Gil-galad. The king you love. The king you can never have.

The world goes black.

The gates of Lindon loom ahead as the patrol rushes back into the city, Elrond riding with you cradled in his arms. You’re barely conscious, the pain from your wound a constant, throbbing ache that keeps you teetering on the edge of blackness. Every breath is agony, and the blood loss has left you weak. Through the haze, you feel the rhythmic beat of your brother’s heart as he holds you close, murmuring soothing words that you can barely hear.

The moment you pass through the gates, the guards shout for aid, and in the next breath, you hear another voice—a voice that sends a jolt through your foggy mind.

"Ereinion," you manage to whisper, but the sound is drowned out by the clamor around you.

Gil-galad appears as if from nowhere, his face pale, eyes wide with fear as he takes in your bloodied form. His gaze locks onto the gash across your side, and his calm, regal demeanor shatters in an instant. He rushes to your side, kneeling next to Elrond as they carry you inside the palace, moving swiftly toward the healing chambers. His fingers tremble as they brush against your cheek, his breath shallow.

"What happened?" His voice is low, edged with a panic you’ve never heard from him before.

"An ambush," Elrond replies tersely, his focus never leaving you as he lays you gently on the bed. "She’s lost a lot of blood, and the wound is deep. I have to start healing her now."

Gil-galad nods, but his eyes remain on you, unable to tear himself away. As Elrond begins the healing process, the room fills with an eerie light. You know what’s coming—the agonizing burn as your brother’s power works to knit your flesh back together. It’s like fire coursing through your veins, and you grit your teeth, trying to suppress the scream rising in your throat.

The pain surges, and your body writhes involuntarily, your breath coming in short gasps. Elrond’s hands glow brighter as he works, but the intensity of the healing magic is unbearable. Your vision blurs, and a scream tears from your lips, the agony more than you can bear.

"Stay with me," Gil-galad’s voice suddenly breaks through the haze. You feel his hand wrap around yours, firm and steady, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "Look at me."

You force your eyes open, your gaze locking onto his. His face is inches from yours, his expression raw with concern, and something else—something deeper that you can’t quite name.

"Do you remember the day we met?" he asks, his voice soft but urgent, as if he’s trying to anchor you to the moment, to keep you from slipping away. "You were so angry. Soaked from the sea, all wide eyes and defiance. I knew then that you would be a thorn in my side."

Despite the pain, a weak, breathless laugh escapes you. "Glad... to oblige."

"You’ve been a constant thorn ever since," he continues, his tone light but laced with something tender. "Arguing with me at every turn. About everything. War. Politics. Even seating arrangements."

You wince as another wave of pain hits, but Gil-galad squeezes your hand, his grip steadying you, pulling you back from the edge. His eyes, usually so composed, are filled with a desperate kind of affection. "But," he murmurs, his voice low and almost trembling, "you are a thorn I would gladly bear every day of my life—if you would stay by my side."

Your heart races, but the words are lost in the haze of pain. All you can do is hold on to his voice, to the warmth of his hand in yours, as Elrond works tirelessly to heal you. The burning, searing pain seems to stretch on for hours, each second a battle to stay conscious. But Gil-galad doesn’t leave your side. He speaks to you quietly, distracting you from the worst of it, telling you of moments you had shared, of arguments he had secretly cherished because they meant you were there, with him.

When the pain finally subsides, and the last of the healing light fades from Elrond’s hands, you collapse back against the pillows, utterly exhausted. Your body is drenched in sweat, your limbs trembling, but the worst is over. Your eyes flutter closed, your mind drifting as sleep pulls you under. The last thing you feel is the warmth of Gil-galad’s hand still holding yours.

As you slip into unconsciousness, Gil-galad remains where he is, his fingers intertwined with yours, his expression unreadable. He leans his forehead against your hand, relief and exhaustion written in every line of his face.

"I won’t leave her," Gil-galad says quietly, his voice hoarse. He looks up at Elrond, his gaze unwavering. "Not until she releases me."

Elrond, weary but grateful, nods in understanding. "She’ll need you when she wakes," he says softly, placing a hand on Gil-galad’s shoulder before quietly leaving the room.

The High King stays, his grip never loosening, watching over you as the night wears on, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings.

[gabrielemillers]

An Elvish Love

Gil Galad x Elf F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

You are nervous. Even if he is your husband and has been nothing but kind and loving towards you, he is still the High King. You don't want to disappoint him. It's your first time and you want to please him.

-Do not worry Y/N. Our King is kind and patient and he loves you. It won't change because you are a virgin. In fact, I'm sure it will please him. says Galadriel with a soft smile.

-You really think so?

-Absolutely. Now go and don't worry if you are not ready he will understand.

-Thank you Galadriel.

You leave your best friend's room to go to yours, where you know the High King is waiting. Deep down you know he won't pressure you into anything, but still a part of you is insecure and want him to be pleased. You take a deep breath and enter the room.

Your husband is waiting by the window, looking at the stars lost in thoughts. He looks ethereal with the moonlight on his face, still wearing his golden robes and his crown. He is beautiful. And he is yours. The High King turns around when he hears you and smiles.

-Meleth nin. You're here. I've missed you today. he says.

-I've missed you too vero. Busy day as always?

Your husband sigh and you see the tension in his body. Immediately you join him on his side of the room and take his hands in yours, comforting him. He smiles at the geasture.

-Tell me about it, it might make you feel better. you say softly.

-I don't want to trouble you with such problematics matters. No, it's kind of you to offer but I would like to be with you without talking about the kingdom.

-Okay, well I actually had an idea while coming here. you say blushing.

-Tell me. I'm intrigued.

-I though...well since we have been married for quite some time now... well could...consumate our union. you say shyly.

The High King smiles at your shyness and you can see he likes the idea. Very much.

-I would love nothing more than lay with you my love, but are you sure? I don't want to pressure you. he says.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him swilfty.

-I'm more than sure vero. I really want you.

-In that case, I will happily give wife what she wants from me.

The High King leans down to kiss you softly. You moans and put your hands in his longs brown locks. One thing leading to another, it's not long before you are laying naked on the bed, with Gil Galad between your legs. He makes you see stars two times with his tongue and fingers before entering you slowly with his cock.

It hurts at first, but with his preparations the pain soon turns into great pleasure.

-Oh my king... don't stop please.. you whisper in his ear as he moves at a steady pace.

-You're taking me so well Y/N. he praises you.

He kisses you passionately as you grab his hair and back to hold him close to you. That way you feel him much deeper and you are about to come.

-Ereinion I'm going to... you moan in pleasure.

-Let go for me my love. Let me feel you come around me.

You climax at his command, your vision going white in extasy. Your release triggers his and the High King groans in pleasure as he spills his seed deep into you.

You return to reality as your husband pulls out and lay at your side breathless. You are feeling sore but in a good way and really tired.

-Was...was it good for you? you ask him blushing.

-My love, it was more than perfect. I've loved it and adore you more than any word could express it. replies your husband smiling kindly.

He takes your left hand in his and kisses the back of it. You blush then yawn making him laugh.

-Sleep my love, you did so well for me. I'll be here tomorrow morning.

You fall asleep with a smile. You had nothing to fear at all. In fact, you realize now what you've been missing in these last few months.

[that1geek06]

Hiii, I hope you are doing well !

I just discovered you and I LOVED SM that one imagine(? of Harry Hook x Audrey's brother

PLS plsplspls I need a part 2, anything would be great !!!

IM ALIVE, I'm so sorry its been so long, I'm so behind on stories, but based on popular request HERES:

~SEEN PT.2~

Harry Hook x Male!Reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst in the beginning, but otherwise none (lmk if that's wrong)

Its been so long since the group went to the aisle, no one was having second thoughts about it...

Except Y/N.

He couldn't get Harry out of his mind.

How did he know him? Why did he know him? Why did he care? Does he always watch him? Does he like him?

He's been so lost throughout these months, he just wanted to know. The curiosity ate him alive. He.. He missed Harry.

He was cute in a rugged way. Eyes as beautiful as the sea, clothes style is perfect for him, the ease in his movements, his crazed smile and teasing remarks. Y/N wanted- no, needed to be with him again.

He tried everything reasonable. He asked to go over, he tried to use the magic mirror, he tried to send letters and messages, he even tried crossing the barrier himself, but it gave him a bad burn and bruised fists from trying to get through for so long.

He felt empty. He couldn't see Harry, he couldn't get his undying questions answered. He spent every night dreaming, hoping to reach the pirate boy in his dreams. But magic didn't feel real in that moment.

He was so upset always. He stuck to himself even more now, he avoided being in conferences that were televised to try and stop the thoughts of Harry watching. He didn't hang out with the group as much and he was almost always in his dorm.

His friends were so worried, Ben especially as he was the closest. They all thought that the isle had messed him up so badly, that the pirates had done something they didn't know about to hurt Y/N. They had no idea that their friend was just a love sick fool.

When Y/N heard that Evie and Mal were going over to the isle for a few more VK'S he had begged to go with. All of the group was surprised when he did, as he barely even talked for the past months to them. But they said no.

"Please! Let me go with you! I-I can help manage the ride or escorting the kids, I'll do anything!" He pleaded.

Evie and Mal exchanged a glance, Ben had told them about his concerns of something happening on the isle, so as much as they wanted to.

“Sorry Y/N, not this time.” Mal said before her and Evie got into the car. Driving down the bridge. Y/N watched with a broken heart before huffing. He walked into the forest. He went there a lot whenever he was upset and needed a moment alone. He stayed there for a while before he accidentally fell asleep. Not realizing everything happening back at Auradon.

Or how a few certain pirates manages to make their way across.

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“Aye~ You really are a sleeping beauty there laddy…” Is what Y/N heard as he slowly woke up. Feeling something cold against his chin.

He jumped awake, eyes widening before he sees him.

“…Harry?” Y/N asked softly, almost not believing his eyes. The other boy smirked at that. “Aye, you remembered me didn’ ya.” He teased.

Y/N’s heart drops. “How are you…” He then looks around, seeing Ben, Jay, Gil, Carlos and his girlfriend there too.

“Y/N if you want us to keep him away from you just say it, you don’t have to be afraid.” Ben told him. In which Y/N furrowed his brows.

“A-afriad? Why would I be?”

“They think I did somethin’ to ya back when we met beauty.” Harry answered with a roll of his eyes. He looked at them then, his eyes wide. “Huh? Why?”

Jay spoke up this time. “You’ve been off since then. And You woke up before Ben when you were kidnapped.”

Y/N blushed at that. Was it really that obvious? He glanced at Harry who had a wide smirk on his face, he obviously knew why.

“Didn’ think I left that much of a mark on ya Princey.” He teased him. Causing the already flushed cheeks to go a shade darker.

Everyone else exchanged confused glances, even Gil. He was always confused though. But there was one question in the air…

Did Y/N have a crush on Harry?

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@belladonna6-6-6

————————————————————————IM ALIVEEE!! I lied about the “posting in a week” which I apologize for BUT I’ve gained the motivation and really want to finish what I have in my drafts. BE READY MY GOOBERS🤭 (and go eat something, I see you starving over there)

[basickassandra]

Two Cups to Go

A/N: I've been on a binge for a few months now watching SVU and after 15 seasons I've finally felt the want to write about someone! I hope you guys enjoy!)

Slight spoilers !

Two Cups to Go:

Springtime in New York City always brought the heaviest rain storms and today was no exception. The dark clouds were scattered overhead covering any ray of sunshine to peek through, leaving only the dark gloom to cast its shadow over the city dwellers. “I went in and paid for the last overnight run, now it's your turn Amaro.” Olivia let out a sigh of frustration as she raked her hair away from her face as Nick gave a soft smile and shrug “ Yeah yeah, don't lose sight of him while I run inside.” He teased as he exited the drivers side of the car and jogged his way across the street to the 24 hour diner.

Low dives were the best places to get decent coffee past any hour of the day, and their coffees sure as hell beat ‘cop coffee’. Rushing inside, shaking off a few droplets from his hair Nick made his way to the counter of the diner where his eyes caught the attention of a familiar figure, rustling against the back door and some boxes “Need help over there?” He offered already darting towards the back as the young lady turned her back towards him as she rested the boxes against the counter “Nope. I got it all covered. What can I do for you?” She asked not even bothering to cast a side glance at Nick, which did hurt his ego but he knew the reality of her hesitation. 

It was only a few months since she had been attacked at this diner by a patron and the SVU team did instruct her to be more cautious and less friendly, well that slip of information was mainly Nick's selfish doing. “Just Benson’s regular and tea for myself please.” He asked as she finally glanced up from her notepad that she was pretending to jot notes in. “Detective Amaro! You didn't sound like yourself for a minute. I'm sorry about that, I’ll get those started for you.” (Y/N) said her winning smile on full display.

The only rays of light Nick needed to keep his day going, besides Gil and Zara. “It seems pretty slow in here today, where is everyone? “ Nick asked, taking a seat at the bar looking around to see empty booths and tables “Detective Amaro you do know it's 7AM on a Tuesday morning right? There may be no sleep for the NYPD and bad guys but everyone else definitely gets their fill.” She teased as he nodded, chuckling to himself as she handed him his order. 

“You know you're right, I didn't even realize the week had just begun.” He continued taking the cups in each hand “Well cause SVU doesn't believe in the magical words of ‘Day Off’.” Laughing at her own joke, only meant she was tugging on Nick’s heart strings more and more. “Right again. What are you going to school for ? To be a lawyer? I think you might have this ADA thing down packed.” He teased as a shy blush appeared across her face “ I’ll keep dreaming Detective. You have a good day, and stay safe out there.” She said wiping down the part to enhance its already shiny laminate. “You too (Y/N).” Nick said heading towards the door readying himself to exit the diner and just as he was about to open the door he remembered Gil’s voice in his head. 

“Hey, before I go, Gil wanted me to invite you to his baseball game, he said it would mean a lot to him if you would be on the sidelines cheering for him. “ Nick felt his throat swelling at the mere ask, he was a grown man not a love sick teenager and yet this girl had the power to make him break out into a sweat and become a nervous wreck at the flip of a switch and she didn't even know it.

“Well… sure, I wouldn't want to let Gil down, he's a sweet kid.” She replied softly, locking eyes with Nick as he cleared his throat, nodding “Okay, great so me and Zara will pick you up on Friday from here at 5?” He confirmed as she nodded. “It’s a deal.” She said as Nick nodded once more before opening the door and jogging back to the car to escape from the rain.  

Once he was back in the car and shielded from the rain he passed Olivia her cup and coffee and quietly sipped on his tea “What happened to you in there? Your whole mood changed.” Olivia teased knowing exactly what caused the shift in his mood “Nothing, got me some warm tea and energy to catch our prep. Any movement?” Nick asked, completely ignoring her statement, trying to minimize his smirk to not have to face Olivia's side eye as she refocused her attention to the door catching their prep trying to sneak off “It's time.” She commented as Nick placed the car in drive.

[themalhambird]

Considering Celebrimbor is the ONLY one of the main elves we never saw Adar interact with, my brain is doing a really good job of locking onto the idea of a Celebrimbor x Adar Political Marriage AU.

No, I don't know exactly how that would come about - something something elves and uruks united against The Shadowy Threat of Sauron whatever. Celebrimbor looks *hard* at Gil-galad when he asks if he would agree to it and is just...."If I say yes do you promise to give me Many Forge Supplies for a wedding present?"

Adar, for his part, isn't exactly interested in having a husband so much as the PRINCIPLE of it being openly acknowledged he's good enough for an Elf-Lord. Anyway they get married, discover over the course of the wedding dinner that they actually find each other interesting company, and proceed to have a cordial acquaintence with Adar staying at Eregion far more than he anticipated, like he'll stomp up to the forge with a really big sack over his shoulder and all the elves are eyeing him warily and he just dumps it at Celebrimbor's feet like: "here's a load of old and broken armour for you to play with only some of it was stolen directly from corpses" and Celebrimbor's all "Lovely now come and look at this, I've was thinking about the whole sunshine problem your children have and what started out as a thought exercise accidently became detailed schematics for enormous mobile rooftops you can extend before making camp so that the shade covers you even in daylight. "

Anyway. It takes them far too long to realise that they're actually into each other. Adar's letting Celibrimbor braid his hair and Celibrimbor's letting Adar make him go to bed if he's been working for too many hours straight and they're still referring to eachother as "possibly something of a friend" Eregion elves and the Uruks who set up base in Eregion's vicinity whenever Adar goes to see Celebrimbor are actually starting to interact with each other by virtue of having "how are they this oblivious about it?????" as a conversation starter.

Eventually Adar has an "oh no he's hot" moment and promptly flees Eregion because he's convinced Celebrimbor would be repulsed If he actually tried anything romantic and /or sexual. Celebrimbor is puzzled and hurt, but a stranger comes to Eregion and affords a little distraction.

This Annatar fellow is so very interested in the mithrael rings Celebrimbor made to reflect the light of the Valar, though Celebrimbor's not sure he follows his reasoning for sets to be made for either dwarves or men. Still, pleasent company. Until he starts suggesting that Gil-Galad debased Celebrimbor and his authority by forcing him into marriage with an orc, at which point Celebrimbor punches him in the face without thinking...

Merdarnia and the other smiths are very exasperated that "I think I'm in love with Adar" is somehow a bigger revelation to the Lord of Eregion than "I punched Annatar in the face and he turned out to be Sauron, he has now taken over the city and is holding us hostage."

[blackjack-15]

Glad to know that you ship georgia and joe! I was wondering why it took them so long to be together? especially georgia? At first, I thought it was unrequited and then there are times when we saw she in fact clearly feels something for him but why ignore it and hurt Joe at the same time?

thanks for the ask! i love these crazy kids and their ridiculous chemistry

as for why it took them so long to be together -- though they're not officially 'together' even by the end of s3, they've just Acknowledged that they want to be -- i think there's a handful of factors there

the first is their past; by about halfway through the first season, they already know who the other is and both have refused to acknowledge to the other that they know who they are. this could be in part to not look stupid/desperate (depending) if the other turns out to not remember/not hold it in as High Esteem as they do. this sort of self-protection from georgia specifically(protection for her feelings, not from others or for her kids) is a rarity, and we really only see it associated with Joe, which illustrates the depth of their connection and how seriously she takes it

the second is timing, pure and simple. with zion and paul in S1 (joe's aborted confession speaks to this), paul (not to mention cynthia) in S2 (quoth georgia, "i'm gettin married"), and the everything in s3, it's not like either one has had a ton of time to sit down and hash out a relationship. it's not til more than half of the way through S2 (in one of my favorite and the best joe/georgia scenes) that both acknowledge who the other is and that they're a Romantic Figure (or have been a Romantic Possibility) to the other.

the third and most interesting (for me, anyway) factor is georgia herself. when christmas blows up and she runs to joe (which is an INSANE thing to do, and he rightly brings it up in their discussion in S2) it's the most...line crossing? i'll say? thing she does in their relationship. it's the first time we actually get a sense of just how deep this runs for georgia because the woman who relies always on herself and rarely on ginny instead goes and seeks him out (the delivery from his actor of "you seek me out" lives rent free my gosh); while she says she just happened to see him as she drove by, it's p clear that that's georgia-code for "i was hoping you were here".

his cafe is a place of Safety for her -- notably it's the one place we see her slap gil's hand away without fearing repercussion, and where she actually connects a bit with her half-sister, and where there's always a drink and a listening ear for her. her bridal shower is there for heaven's sake. it's explicitly text.

but right. back to what i mean it's georgia herself preventing them from being together. in that christmas discussion when she "drops by", she asks him why he's there and not with family; he responds that his parents are in california and he'll see them and his sister at NYE. so far, so (mostly) normal, but then georgia says something that honestly took my breath away:

"i don't know much about you"

and i went HOLY EFF WE'RE ACKNOWLEDGING IT

(his "no, you don't" knocked me flat too. the layers to that man i swear)

because georgia, like all cons, thrives on information. the more she knows, the safer she is. add to that her constant craving for connection that causes her to get to know people and to ask them questions and learn about them, and you have a woman who likes to know things, and goes out of her way to do so. joe's from the town, she could have asked anyone about his family. she could have asked him -- he's Safe to her, so there's no danger there. it could have come up while her half-sister was in town. joe volunteers the information freely, so it's not like he's hiding it.

and so the reason georgia doesn't know is because georgia's breaking her rules and pattern with him. she's actively trying not to know about him. she does it so well that the average viewer forgets that we know Little about him as well. that we don't even get his surname until season 3 at the town hall meeting thing. not because she doesn't like or trust or want to know about joe, quite the opposite -- he's an 'indulgence' that she's just not allowing herself to have fully. Passing conversations, winks, food and wine and having her daughter work there -- she spends her time, for lack of a better word, microdosing on him, allowing herself a little but never enough to Formally Get Attached. she doesn't want to hurt him -- especially during the trial she takes Careful Steps to make sure he doesn't get hurt. but she doesn't also want to be without him

it doesn't work, of course. she needs him anyway. to once again mention joe's words, she seeks him out, especially by mid S2, because the small doses she's let herself have pre-Christmas just aren't enough anymore. even when he's angry with her at lawnfest, even when she feels jealous and a bit betrayed knowing he slept with cynthia (S2 was a joe/georgia feast, even with how few scenes they actually had Together), she keeps finding reasons to push them together, because at that point with all the Glitz and Glamour (such as it was) of her life swept away, joe is left standing where no one else is -- he chooses to be left standing -- but she goes to him again and again not because there's no one else, but because's he's the one she's been drawn to for 3 season and 15+ years.

she tries to keep herself away from him because she wants to be around him, because she wants to have him around her constantly. because the 'joke' is that they were always gonna be together, they were always gonna end up together, well before him punching gil and bringing food and her bolstering his business repeatedly and coming to him at christmas. before even making him cater the sophomore sleepover.

all the way back to a half a sandwich and a pair of sunglasses.

[rjthirsty]

Pregnant with Ikepri

We've seen how dating, their first time, and engagement proposals pan out, but what Cybird will never deliver to us is that pivotal moment that MC tells one of the LIs that she's expecting.

This is just my idea of how it will work out with each suitor. MC is AFAB, and all suitors are AMAB. Obvious mentions of pregnancy lie ahead. Just a fun little exercise to test out drabbles. 

Jin

Jin is the king of pulling out, but somewhere along the line, he slipped up and it resulted in nothing so he started to get lax. Somewhere along the line, you two stopped worrying about it. More times than not he still denies you the creampie that it turns out he enjoys seeing seep out of you. But now you're late, and maybe you two should have been more vigilant.

It's hard to find the words. You confirmed it with a physician, and you know you need to tell him, but having a baby with a commoner churns up trauma for Jin, and you're afraid he'll turn you out.

He's worried. You have never looked so ashen. When you said you needed to talk, he dropped everything to give you time. His large hand palms your cheek. He dips down to look into your eyes. And in a voice that has helped you through countless times he says “Whatever it is, it'll be okay.”

“I'm pregnant.” You finally manage. 

Shock leaves him wide-eyed in surprise. It takes him a moment to zip through the thoughts that spring into his mind - a million possibilities, questions, and outcomes on what he'd do if this day had ever come. Then a grin lights up his face and you almost miss it as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground to hug tightly to him, spinning around from the sheer joy of having a child with you.

He's better than his father. And you're not his mother. And the world is a different place with the two of you together. He's more excited than you thought he'd be. He talks to your stomach even before the child can hear him. He wants to princess carry you everywhere. And he introduces you as the mother of his children.

Chevalier

The way Chev looked at you after you told him the news was chilling - not because it was his icy stare that had silenced rooms and struck fear in children, but because you had never seen him… scared. He was scared. The news was not happily recieved as you thought it would be.

As the two of you prepared for bed and you talked of your day, you broke the news with excitement and turned to see him stunned and staring. “Chevalier?” You called to him. His eyes cut from your belly to your face.

“It's okay. You're not a beast, and I'm not afraid of you.” Attempting to soothe his worries, you moved closer and slowly snuggled into his chest. “I'd be lucky to have a child just like you, because you're an amazing man.”

He relaxed in your arms, his own arms surrounded you as he dropped his chin to put his lips on your head. “I'd rather have a child like you who can love someone like me. You may never understand him if he's like me.”

“But I don't need to to love him.”

From that day forward, Chevalier dove into reading about medical studies and other literature on pregnancy, labor, and delivery. He stated checking up on you more often and bringing you all sorts of items said to help with pregnancy issues. He would have delivered your child himself except thankfully Clavis helped you talk him out of it. There are some things you'd rather he not be in the middle of.

Gilbert

“Do you want me to tell him?” Walter asked, a serious note in his voice.

“No. I want him to hear it from me.”

You knew the news of family was not a joyous thing in Obsidian. Especially for Gilbert. The land of deceit and decay, where families had murdered families for generations. Where the Emperor carried the sins of the Obsidian line that had wrought death and bloodshed countless times across this kingdom and others.

Gil had wanted to end it. To stop his line from continuing. And here you were, pregnant with his child. He wouldn't hurt you you were certain, but he might actually lock you up this time in order to prevent anybody else from hurting you. He could if he wanted. But living like that would leave everyone unhappy.

In order to prevent another bed-chaining, you visit him in his study. Before you made it two steps inside the room, he stood from his chair and moved towards you, worry clouding his face. He felt your anxiety. Something was not right with you, and he knew it.

“I'm fine,” you assured him as he quickly looked you over. “I just… have something to tell you.”

Gil's perfect smile covered up his momentary worry. “Surely, no one has bothered my little rabbit. Yet your heart is racing like the day we met.”

“No, no one has bothered me.” You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, trapping him in place. With a lean of your back, you lock onto his single red eye to show how serious you are, and plainly explain, “I'm pregnant.”

His hands fly out, snatching you close to him as he squeezed you against his chest, holding onto you like you might somehow slip away if he were to let go. This is not the first time he has done this. You brace against him, giving him at least a few seconds of his desperate hugging before it begins to feel like he'll crush you. It always goes like this. 

“Gil! Gilbert, please. I can't breathe.”

He relinquished you, and as you gasped lungfuls of air, he scooped you up and strode out the door. “Wait! Gil! Where are we going?”

You were used to the palace by now that you knew he was headed towards his bedroom. Even if he didn't answer, you could already see how this was going to go. “Put me down! I am not going to be locked up and hidden away. That is not how you treat people you love.”

“Do you presume you can order me around?”

“No, but if you do this, I will never forgive you.”

Gilbert slowed his steps and came to a stop. In his eye you could see emotion wavering, and while you hadn't learned how to read him as well as he knew how to read you, you had learned to see the different sides of him that he only shared with you. 

“Now,” you began calmly, “I'll make some tea, and we can talk about this. At a table. With no shackles or rope.”

“I’m so weak to your requests. At least let me lock the doors so no one can bother us.”

“You can lock the doors if I get the key to them during our talk.”

Gilbert's biggest fear is losing someone he loves. He recognizes he has desires to control and cage MC to keep her safe from others, but he also knows those desires are not acceptable. He's at the mercy of his emotions, and despite being a genius, he often acts on whims, especially relating to MC. I'd love to explore this further. See how far we can push him.

Sariel

The palace devil and you were lovers. No one believed it when you first announced it, but you two were every bit as in love as two people could be - you just had a work image to uphold.

He was smiling that morning. You didn't think much of it, but he did seem happier than normal despite you having an appointment you had been adamant he didn't attend. You were being seen by a physician due to a bout of flu that had been plaguing you.

It turns out it wasn't the flu. You were pregnant. Morning sickness is a common ailment in the first trimester. No wonder you felt better as the day continued.

When you attempted to return to work, taking your time to consider how you were going to surprise Sariel with the news, he ushered you back to your room saying you had the rest of the day off– and so did he.

After he fixed you both tea, he sat across from you, his violet gaze fixed on you, and you were aware he was expecting something, just what it was you weren't sure.

“Will you be filling me in, or do you intend to hold me captive with your glowing beauty?”

“I… Why do we have the afternoon off?” His compliment makes your cheeks flush, even after all this time.

“I imagined you'd be pleased to have some extra time with me.”

“I am. …You're not concerned about becoming sick?”

“Not at all.”

The gears were turning in your mind. He had been happier than usual lately, even with you vomiting each morning. And each night he held you closer and more gently. He didn't even push when you told him he couldn't take time off to help you with your illness. And on top of that, any time you were ready to get some work done, he didn't worry over you like he was already aware you weren't contagious and you felt better as the day progressed.

“How did you already know?” You pursed your lips, slightly annoyed he took the surprise from you.

“I’m sure I have no idea to what you are referring.” Sariel bright his teacup to his smirking lips.

“We're having a baby!” Despite knowing he already knew, you couldn't help but shout in excitement.

Forgive me if this is OOC. I'm not a fan of Sariel, but I wanted to include him. I gave it my best shot. Also, you know this dude knows your cycle better than you do.

Rio

“I love your pain perdu!” Rio happily took the plate and ushered you into his room. He helped you into a seat and set the plate between the two of you before taking his own seat across the table. Even as a prince, he still waited on you hand and foot and that may never change. “What's the occasion?”

Of course Rio would see right through your reason for making his favorite food. You were so predictable when it came to doing something nice for him, next time you’d have to think of a different way to bring up good news.

“I was just thinking about you and wanted you to have something special. Dig in.”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. You watched as he began devouring the sweet treat, smiling as well as he could manage with a mouthful of food. As soon as he was several bites into it, you decided now was the time.

“I’m pregnant!” You suddenly blurted.

“Hrk..ckff..” Rio choked and leaned over, coughing to try to get the food down the right tube.

“I’m sorry!” You jumped up and began rubbing circles on his back. “I didn’t mean to make you choke!”

Rio gasped in a deep breath. “Really?”

“Of course not! I wasn’t planning on that part. I guess I just mistimed the announcement.”

“No, not that– I’m fine. Are you really pregnant?” Rio sat back and looked up at you, tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh… Yes. I’m really pregnant.”

The tears that rimmed his lids grew and soon they were rushing down his face. Rio was crying. He was really crying. You stared at him, never having seen it before. He’d always been certain to put on a happy face for you, but here he was, crying.

“Rio?” Concerned laced your voice.

“I’m just so happy.” Rio sniffed and wiped at his face, trying to stop the tears. “Aw man, what kind of father am I going to be if I’m crying already?”

He leaned into you, hugging your waist and nuzzling into your stomach. Your hand naturally found its way to his head and you pet him as he loved against you.

Nokto

Nokto stood motionless, his red eyes swimming with the thoughts that were circling through his mind. He had lost his smirk when you had informed him you were expecting, but he didn’t say anything else. You were aware this was something he’d need time to work through, and gracefully, you gave him the time as the seconds stretched into minutes and Nokto continued to stare someplace far away, sorting out his many feelings on the matter.

You wrung your hands. You couldn’t help but purse your lips, trying not to chew on them while you waited. Nerves gnawed at your heart. You knew he wasn’t going to leave you, but children were not something either of you were ready for, and you weren’t sure what would happen now.

“Nokto…” You tentatively called, trying to draw him back to you. His eyes refocused and he quirked a small smirk on his lips. He put it there to comfort you, even though you knew what his genuine smiles looked like.

His hands slid along your hips, up to your waist, and around to the small of your back where he pulled you closer to him so you could stand pelvis to pelvis and nearly nose to nose.

“Well, it wasn’t what I had planned, but I’m good with working with surprises.” He said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“There are… things we can do if now is really not the time.” You had read it in your fantasy books, but there was a truth to those tales, as well. You knew of apothecaries and women considered skilled in arts that could remove things unwanted…

“No.” Nokto answered before your thoughts could slip down into the darkness your heart didn’t really want. “No, I don’t want that.”

Nokto leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his nose gently along your own. He sighed, his eyes downcast. “I’m not ready, but the last thing I want is to see you unhappy. You’d give up your heart if you knew it would make me more comfortable and… and I just don’t want that.”

Tears stung your eyes. Not many people understood the kind of man that Nokto was, but you knew he had a kindness in him that touched every decision he ever made. It was almost too much to have that kindness directed entirely on you.

“I suppose I just have to get used to being called papa. Hm.” Nokto tilted his head and smiled in amusement. “I think I like that.”

Clavis

Clavis took a moment outside his closed bedroom door in his own mansion, readying himself for the explosion of his confetti cannon he knew was about to go off. He hadn’t set it up, but only Cyran, you, and he had a key to his room, and someone was certainly in there. Seeing as how Hugo and Kai were futilely attempting to hide around the corner down the hallway, that narrowed the suspects down.

He had noticed the way Cyran seemed to be helping you with something lately, though Cyran pretended to not know what it was every time asked. To think his own sworn soldier would betray his trust for you… well, it couldn’t be helped. You deserved to be first for everyone as long as he was first for you.

Clavis threw open the door, taking a step backwards to avoid being drowned in confetti. “My lovely fiancee! Your lover is home!” Throwing his hands in the air, he grinned brightly, proud that he had set off the cannon without being a victim to it. You had done an exceptional job of rigging it. You really were his partner in crime.

On the other side of the room you stood with Cyran, frowning.

“See, my lady, there’s really no fooling him. You gave it your best shot.” Cyran said apologetically.

“Ah, yes, it was a valiant effort!” Clavis agreed.

“That’s fine. I know I’ve got you with this next one, Clavis.” You grinned, as Clavis’ smile dipped slightly, wondering if he hadn’t been observant enough. Perhaps he missed another trap. A quick glance around told him there was nothing visibly he could identify.

“And what is it you have up your sleeve?” He asked with a tilt to his head.

“We’re having a baby!”

The way Clavis’ eyes went wide and his smile fell in shock was exactly the face you were hoping to see. A moment where he was unguarded and unable to keep his composure. Those were the moments you loved to see from him most, but they were a rare occurrence with the way he always attempted to look cool in front of you.

You raced across the room and threw yourself into his arms, jumping to wrap yours around his neck. “I love you so much, Daddy Clavis!”

Clavis caught you, but it seemed he still hadn’t yet recovered, staring at you incredulously. “... Daddy Clavis…?” His voice was a breathy whisper. And while you were all smiles, Clavis was anything but.

Putting you softly down, he dipped out from under your arms and turned from his room to walk down the hallway, turning at the next room and closing himself inside.

Despite his absence, your grin only grew wider. You nearly skipped as you followed him to the closed door and knocked on it. “Clavis?”

No answer came.

“I know. And it’s okay. I’m glad you’re happy. I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You said, leaning against the door and clasping your hands over your heart.

“Haha. I just figured it wasn’t appropriate for me to pounce on you in front of others.” Clavis said, his voice thick as if he had already started crying and coming from somewhere lower than where you stood on the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” You knew it was just an excuse. “Thank you.”

“I just need to calm myself down before I see you again, or we might be having many more babies in the near future.”

“That’s not how it works.” You mused. “But we also have time to have many more babies in the future. As many as you want, Clavis.”

You could have sworn you heard him choking back a happy sob. He was never going to manage keeping his cool air when your child was born - he’s doomed to be the emotional parent.

Silvio

A loud thud proceeded the crash of your door as Silvio kicked it open, stopping you in your tracks from the anxious pacing you had been doing while preoccupied with your thoughts. He looked angry. He always looked angry to others, but to you who had learned his scowl wasn't the only expression he was capable of, he looked angry right now.

“What? Be nice to my door. You could learn to knock.”

“Sassy as always. Got a lot of nerve talking to me like that. Where were you?” Silvio had only stepped into the room, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.

Raising your eyebrows and hands at the same time, you waved your hands around the room. “Here. Exactly where you found me.”

Silvio gave you a long and hard stare, then surveyed the room from his spot near the door. Clearly there was something more he wanted to say, but he clicked his tongue in annoyance instead.

You waited. There were two ways to get him to express himself. You could pretend you were busy and continue on with your task - difficult at the moment since you were deep in thought and wouldn't be able to think with him standing there, sulking. Or you could wait him out, put the pressure on him to fill the silence with what he needed to say - the better option at the moment.

So you waited. Seconds passed. Minutes stretched. Silvio refused to make eye contact but he was very aware you were staring straight at him.

Finally he threw out a heavy sigh and grumbled, “Ya’ missed dinner.”

“Oh!” You hadn't even realized how late it had gotten.

“Are you serious?” Silvio sounded exasperated.

“Well… yeah. I lost track of time.”

��What had you so busy ya couldn't make dinner?” Once again Silvio scanned the room, but there would be no clue for him to find. What had you so busy was your own thoughts about how to spring the news. You were excited. And anxious. And overjoyed. And overwhelmed. And a million other feelings you couldn't put into words and you wanted to have those words to tell him–

“I'm pregnant!” You blurted out. You saw his eyes go wide, jumping from your gaze to your stomach.

“What was that?”

He heard. There was no way he hadn't with the way he looked at your belly. Suddenly the whole situation seemed ridiculous. You wanted to tell him in the best way and this is how it ended up and that is how he looked when you told him and it was all just too funny to contain. So you laughed. Your laughter rang out and filled the room. Your laughter brought tears to your eyes.

Silvio scowled and crossed the room to grab your arm. “Are ya serious right now?”

You nodded, unable to control your breath to even utter a “yes.”

Once again realization and surprise crossed his face, replaced with a smile that started small and expanded until it was the biggest grin you had ever seen from him.

“We're having a baby,” Silvio said with awe, as if it coming out of his own mouth made it more believable to him.

Just as you were finally calming down, taking in deep mirthful breaths, Silvio chuckled and wiped at his eye. Was that a tear?

You stared up at him, this time your face was colored in surprise. “Did you just–”

“Shuddup,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to press his mouth to yours. The kiss turned deep and passionate and left you breathless for again.

As you tried to get your breathing under control (again), Silvio hugged you to him and dropped his chin on your head as he murmured, “Come on, I'll make you something to eat.”

Leon

You watched from the doors to the training hall as Leon instructed his soldiers through combat drills, eagerly awaiting a break so you could share the news with the love of your life. You didn't want to interrupt, but your giddiness about expecting a child had you practically vibrating, and it was so hard not to rush Leon right then.

“Chief, think we can take five? It’s sweltering today.” Jin called. Leon glanced at him, then his gaze moved to you and he smiled brightly.

His voice boomed through the hall, giving to order for some rest before reconvenning shortly, and soon soldiers were milling about, and the room was full of friendly chatter. Your excitement carried you quicker than Leon's long strides could, and you practically jumped into his arms in an attempt to give him a hug. Nerves buzzed through you.

“Haha. What's gotten into you?” Leon asked, easily catching you and holding you tight.

“I'm just so happy, I almost can't stand it. Leon, I need to tell you something.” You pulled back, looking up at him and making eye contact so he could see how serious you were in this moment.

Leon's eyes locked on yours. “Okay. I'm listening.”

Your heart started pounding harder than it had all day. Your hands trembled from the adrenaline coursing through you. Your thoughts began to spin, trying to find the perfect way to tell him.

Leon took your hands in his, bringing warmth to your fingers that had gone numb without your knowledge. And with that warmth, the words freely fell from your lips. 

“We're having a baby! You're going to be a father!”

Leon's eyes went wider than you had ever seen them go. The announcement hit him unexpectedly. Then his dazzling grin that held the warmth of the sun graced his face, and his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks. How did he move them so fast? Holding you to him, he refused to let you pull away from his long lock on your lips. Only breaking it to kiss you again and again, raining affection on you.

“Le–” Kiss. “Wai–” Kiss. “Ee!” Another kiss. He wasn't letting a single word come from you, and EVERYONE WAS STARING.

“Leon! Give her a break! This isn't the place for that!” Yves yelled, scolding his brother as he often did.

Thankfully, Leon finally relented, leaving you gasping. He hugged an arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him, and turned towards the training hall where hundreds of people were gathered.

“Your Queen is pregnant! We're having a baby!” His voice naturally filled the room, even more so with how quiet it had gotten.

Your cheeks flared with heat, and the room filled with cheers. Yves and Licht both looked shocked. Jin was grinning and leading the cheering crowd. And Leon was beaming from ear to ear.

Leon gets way ahead of himself with this pregnancy and his first child. He can't wait for the kids to arrive, and once born, he dotes on them more than he dotes on you. He had always been great with kids. He's even better with his own. He's already talking about another way before you've even thought about it - probably while you're still pregnant.

Yves

The finishing touches were finally done on your super special tea party that you’d been preparing for all morning. Yves had been busy with work, which was perfect for you to be able to take over the kitchen and concoct some desserts that would make the announcement even more fun. What could be more fun than taking all your favorite pastries and turning them into baby-sized foods? Tea cakes? Now petit. Scones? Why not mini? Anything full sized could be made into something smaller.

Now set up, you take an appreciative look around and smile happily at your accomplishments. Just in time, too. Yves walked regally through the gardens, his blond hair shining as brightly as the golden sun. He was smiling, and you loved the way his blue eyes looked when his cupid lips were pulled into such a happy smile.

Quickly greeting him, you pull him to the settee and sit beside him, the both of you turned at an angle to face each other so you can share about your day so far. And of course, you have the BIG NEWS. His attention lands on the baby version of desserts.

“Did a new pattasier open up? I’ve never seen food so dainty before. What is this? A tiny cake?”

“Ah, no. I made them!” You happily explain.

“They’re really cute!” Yves exclaims while marveling at your skills.

“They are, aren’t they? They’re kind of baby-sized bundles of sweets, don’t you think?” You really can’t help yourself, it’s too hard to keep your excitement hidden.

It wasn’t like the two of you had been trying for a family, and honestly, the topic had never come up, but Yves was such a wonderful man that you knew he’d be perfect as a father. You’d seen him interact with kids many times from the various orphanage works you two did. And while you knew his mother passed during childbirth, and that sting still hurt from time to time, she was never in good health anyways according to Yves, so it wasn’t a surprise labor was too difficult for her.

“I suppose you could say that.” Yves contemplated the question while gracefully lining a plate with bite-sized bits. “What sparked the idea?”

Of course now that it was time to say something, you suddenly felt silly for the big display. Twisting your hands in your lap, your cheeks heating up, you turn your eyes to the food and stumble over your words. “W-well… you know… it-um… it was supposed to be a theme I kind of thought of to share some news.”

Yves stopped moving. You could feel him staring at you. Did he understand? Was he happy? It was hard to tell because you weren’t looking at him. “A theme?”

You brought your hands up to your cheeks, ready to hide behind them as you tried to cool your face down. “Yeah. A baby theme.”

Finally, you glance at Yves through cracked fingers and he’s staring wide-eyed, it suddenly dawning on him what you were trying to get across. His eyes glistened as they grew watery, and before you can even guess how he’d take the news a grin stretched from ear to ear as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

“You’re having a baby?” He says in disbelief, but you know that there’s so much happiness in that expression and so much love he has in his heart for you.

“We’re having a baby.” You answer.

A small sob escapes him before he starts laughing, throwing his arms around you and covering you in kisses that are wet with tears.

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can i request a one shot where reader has been friends with everyone in cousins for a while and has been around to see everything happen (susannah dying, the love triangle between belly, conrad and jere). fast forward to when conrad leaves the motel, he goes to reader after and they end up falling for eachother over time and reader shows conrad the love and support he deserves, and understands what he’s going through💞

A bit short, but I'm in a spooky autumn mood and these characters scream summer. Please send spooky/autumn requests

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‘’She chose him and now I can’t fucking breathe,’’ Conrad said as you sat together on your couch. He rubbed his chest with the heel of his palm and your heart shattered. 

He had showed up at your door unannounced a little over an hour ago, backpack over his shoulder and looking like he'd been run over by a truck. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. You took him inside without asking questions, knowing he needed a shoulder to lay his tired head on. 

You listened as Conrad recounted everything that happened since they took the road to Brown. His plan to tell Belly he still loved her. The kiss against his car. The motel. 

‘’I gave her so many signs that I still loved her, but she didn't hear me. She could have turned this around and we could have fixed our relationship, but she chose Jere. So I let her go.’’ 

You reached out to squeeze his hand, the one that wasn’t on his chest. 

The situation between Belly and the Fisher boys was incredibly messy. She was your friend and you could understand that feelings were difficult at that age, but juggling between Conrad and Jeremiah’s hearts was just hurtful for everyone involved. Just because she was confused with who she wanted, who she loved, didn’t mean she had to get a taste of both before making a choice. 

Conrad released a shaky breath, trying to control his emotions and not have another panic attack. ‘’I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I didn’t know where else to go…’’ 

You shook your head, dismissing his apologies. ‘’I’d rather you come and pour your little heart out to me than go through everything on your own and mope.’’

‘’I don’t mope by myself—’’ 

You raised an eyebrow playfully, cutting him off.

‘’Maybe I do…’’ he conceded with a defeated sigh. 

Keeping everything inside had always been Conrad's way of coping. He rarely talked to anyone about himself or how he felt. It wasn't the healthiest approach, and you knew it, but you also understood that you couldn't force him to open up.

‘’Do you have a place to stay tonight?’’ 

Conrad sank deeper into the couch cushions, having not thought ahead. When he left the motel, he told his brother he was going to take a bus to Cousins to get the summer house back together, but he impulsively came here instead. 

‘’You can stay if you want. There’s no one in the guest room,’’ you offered.

‘’Thanks. For real.’’ He gave you a soft smile, grateful for everything. ‘’I don’t know what I would’ve done today if you had not been there.’’

‘’I’m always gonna be there for you, Con,’’ you promised, returning a smile. ‘’Right now, it might be raining, but there'll be happiness after her. Someone will turn your gray sky and paint it blue again.’’

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Talking a little about season 8 of Big Mouth because I love this show so much, I need to share this in a non specify order

Obviously we have spoilers ahead

Ok I hate that Lola and Jay are back together. Sorry guys I HATE this so much. They're toxic and Jay needs more affection than Lola can give to him. I know I know they love each other blablabla love it's not enough, Jay needs a safe and stable partner

BUT JESSI AND CAMDEN DIND'T BREAK UP 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I loved them SO MUCH they complete each other like chocolate frosting on carrot cake. They listen to each other, they ignored anxiety and depression to be able to communicate (AND HI CAT STEVENS YOU ARE THE BEST MY LOVE). Even before they were together Camden never judged her for her weirdness, he clearly matches her freaky. I know he's a carbon copy of her father, but Jessi IS NOT her mother and they could work out.

I loved Devin's episode. Emmy being her love bug was a surprise. I squealed happily when I saw her. And the part about having empathy and love for yourself before the opinions of others is really touching. I would have liked to have seen more of her this season.

Matthew is still Maury's favorite, so the world is in its right place. And I loved that he was still being sweet to Caleb, their friendship is so adorable.

Cat stevens is here. Omg Cat stevens is here 😭😭 And he's the hormone monster of one of my favorite characters. What an amazing moment to be alive. And Rochelle too!! I admit I've always loved her, it's great to see her here. And Joe and Gil too, I can't believe I missed them so much. The only thing I missed was a love bug for Jessi and Camden.

Diane and Elliot will always be the best parents in the world, but it's a shame that they're still the only really decent parents here.

I felt so sorry for Jay this season. My boy didn't have a second of peace, not even at the last moment when Lola broke up with him (?). My poor boy. They should have given him a new character to date.

I miss Devon. Rest in peace dear voice actor. Devon was a very iconic and interesting character.... I miss him

Já mencionei que a conversa entre Jessi e Camden sobre seus sentimentos foi realmente especial para mim? Porque foi. O detalhe dele parando de fumar perto dela também é muito fofo.

Connie is still the best of them all. I love my wife

They should have introduced other shame mages. Lionel is cool, but we were introduced to other monsters in Human Resources and should have used them more.

Missy and Mona are very dear to me. They fit together precisely because they are so different, and it's nice to see Missy being a teenager.

Nick growing up was a huge relief to my eyes. He was always the most uncomfortable to look at because of the absurd height difference. All love to the short men out there, but his design with the growth spurt got so much better.

And I love that he and Andrew are more disgusting than ever. Honestly just kiss again already, it would be less gay (I love their friendship in a very special way)

Andrew has also grown so much! I'm proud of him for learning to respect himself and being an amazing friend. He and Nate made me laugh, an unexpected friendship. He's not the creep he was in the first season anymore, but will always be our gross boy (I cried at Maury being rude to him. I knew it wasn't real, but seeing him treat Andrew so bad really hurt.)

Missy having a boyfriend was so lovely. She's smart and amazing, being the girl she always wanted to be. Nate is good for her, they match in the weird and the nerdy parts.

I missed Judd and Leah. Judd had his amazing background moments but deserved more. It's adorable that Jessi still goes to Leah to talk about girl stuff. And my lgbt brain thought that Leah would have a romantic plot with Lulu, the idea of rival groups is very good. At least Lulu has her girlfriend, that's already cool for me

The memories at the old school made me cry so much. Oh my children :( how much you have grown

And I grew up too. When I started watching this show I was in my early teens and in a terrible relationship with my femininity. I can't explain how seeing these subjects being addressed in such a raw and explicit way helped me understand what was happening to me. It was disgusting and so important in my teenage years. They've grown up and so have I, it's the unknown of adult life for us

[lesbiansforboromir]

Are there any Tolkien ships you like ? ( trop included)

Of course! God I need to get more cringe. I'm a fandom blog I swear, I don't just talk inscrutible metanarrative. The ships I love!

Boromir/Theodred; All the real ones on this blog will know my commitment to this ship even if I don't talk about it a lot anymore. What if self sacrifice was all that your life and personality and circumstances would allow you, what if that defined you in such totality that the idea of wanting and needing was a kind of agony. What if that wasn't true for just one person, because in their own unique way they are also sitting here with you in this war, in these positions you have no choice but to fill, what if they both understand and need you to understand too, what if you both collectively decided that whatever meagre loving you could nurture between you was enough, what if in the end you died hundreds of miles away but also barely a morning apart. I cannot express to you how much I think about them.

Tar-Telperien/Ciryatur; This is my entirely made up lesbian ship where Ciryatur is concieved of as an edging-transmasc lesbian who changed their name to their job title. I had plans to write a fic about them but my health has really curtailed a lot of my fanfic aspirations. The basic point is Telperien being butch herself and the pair of them building joy from rigid circumstances and around the fluctuating and tenuous religious/political issues of the era. I painted a little thing for them here ages ago. But I'm still pleased with it :)

Denethor/Finduilas; The title of my blog is not a joke. There is something so compelling about viewing their relationship through the lense of them both being of trans-experience but eternally closetted. Finding a way to still live a life that is beautiful and meaningful to them even when it is forged of so many griefs and injustices and dangers and horrors.

Denethor/Aragorn; Mostly as a 'nothing happened but they're insane about each other' thing. Denethor wanted to be Aragorn's Steward, he wanted to give him a home, he wanted to let him belong somewhere and Aragorn wanted that too but pride and culture and circumstance meant that it never came to anything and Aragorn abandons Denethor in the end.

Denethor/Gandalf; Again nothing is happening here but emotionally they have skipped the romantic relationship and landed on divorced couple of 40 years. You know me better than anyone alive and yet refuse to understand me, which is a pain so familiar as to be comforting. Yet sometimes I still find myself reaching out for intimacy anyway and hating that I am surprised you hurt me in response.

Measse/Thuringwethil; This is obscure as to be almost uninvolved in the world of tolkien as a whole but in earlier drafts of the Valar there used to be a goddess called Measse who was sort of a goddess of war but more a goddess of viscera, she had bloody arms and was called amazonian. And I think Thuringwethil should have been her Maia, I think she should have invented vampires. And I think they should have kissed about it.

In terms of TROP I think Elendil and Gil-Galad should fuck but in the most shameful catholic repressed way, I want them both to sully their divine aspects by bouncing and moaning on it. I think they should crumble under the pressure of their stations and angst about how corrupt their souls must be to desire such unnatural couplings but like, Elendil is still sucking Gil-Galad's tongue the next day. The inevitability of queer desire will always triumph over Eru-mandated asceticism and purity.

You have no idea how upset I am that Pharazon didn't get a chance to nearly convince Elendil to become a kingsman and to hate god. Like it literally writes itself, two widows of nearly equal social standing, struggling to maintain relationships with their adult children but like mostly it's their fault.. they could have had the most self indulgent intimate 'yes exactly!' talks in the dead of night by the sea... And then they could have kissed about it too. And then Elendil could have eventually been like NAY! My love for the One is TOO GREAT, I will not forsake the valar!! Wasted potential.

I am also grieving the brief frisson we got with Miriel and Galadriel, I was getting very invested in these two women who are both in their own way going to fail in the most catastrophic manner possible and the sexual tension between them that evoked.

Disa/me.

[aishangotome]

[Gilbert] Borderline Touching: You won't be able to stop once you start, you know? - Part 4

Part 3

Translated by request :)

♡———♡

Emma: Mmm... ah...

As the kiss deepened, I was being melted by Prince Gilbert's warmth and heartbeat.

Especially, the pulse that resonated through my fingertips felt as if it were turning into a sweet poison, coursing through my entire body.

Emma: Ah...

His lips moved from mine to nibble on my ear, then my neck, and finally sank his teeth into my shoulder.

Even the sharp pain that ran across my skin felt sweet now, and my legs moved restlessly.

Gilbert: You know, humans are foolish creatures who are more attracted to what is forbidden.

Prince Gilbert took my hand, which had been on his neck, and brought it to his face.

Gilbert: See? Even though you're just touching my face like this, you feel like you're doing something wrong.

Gilbert: Poor you. It would have been an ordinary act if it weren't forbidden.

A sweet kiss fell on my forehead, melting away my thoughts.

Emma: Medical procedure...

Gilbert: Hm?

Emma: Within the scope of medical procedures, even in public...

Prince Gilbert widened his eyes, then laughed aloud like an innocent child.

Gilbert: Haha, it's fine because this is a medical procedure?

He pressed my hand, which was touching his cheek, down harder.

Gilbert: But that face doesn't look like someone performing a "medical procedure," does it?

The moment my core heated up, the hand that had been touching Prince Gilbert's cheek was pinned to the bed.

Emma: Ouch...

His tongue traced down my neck, and sharp pain ran through the soft skin again.

Gilbert: Did it hurt? Sorry.

Gilbert: But I won't stop.

Gilbert: I have to get my way, too, after granting Emma's wishes.

As I writhed in pain, I realized my clothes had been pulled open at the chest, and with my hands pinned, he sucked hard on the area around my heart.

(Ah...)

The moment I saw the red flower blooming in the middle of my chest, an unbearable throbbing started deep in my lower back.

It felt as if the sweet poison was circulating through my body, synchronized with my heartbeat, from the red mark on my chest—

Emma: Hyat...!

I was suddenly lifted and placed on the bed in a sitting position, with Prince Gilbert hugging me from behind.

His tongue traced from the back of my neck to my shoulder, and as his teeth sank into my skin—

Emma: Ah, ahh...!

Fingers slipped into the already wet area between my legs, ruthlessly stirring inside.

Emma: Gil, wait... mmn, ahh...

Tossed about by pleasure and pain, my mind went increasingly blank—

Emma: Ahh—

The moment he bit down harder between my neck and back, I was swallowed by a wave of overwhelming pleasure.

Gilbert: Ah, sorry. This will make you worry about others' gazes "again."

Prince Gilbert's fingertips traced down the back of my neck, where it throbbed.

Gilbert: I know. If you're worried about people's gazes, how about we confine ourselves to the room?

Gilbert: That way, you won't have to face your dark emotions.

Gilbert: Besides, worrying about other people's gazes means you're paying attention to people other than me, right?

Gilbert: Haha, don't you think it's lenient of me to allow that?

He peered over my shoulder, and I was dizzied by the red eyes that looked so close.

Even then, with my head clouded by pleasure, I desperately tried to decipher Prince Gilbert's words.

(I understand. Prince Gilbert is trying to make me admit it.)

(Allowing my whims, and allowing me to be concerned about others' gazes...)

(All of it, to make me realize I'm a wicked woman...)

Before I knew it, I was voicing the emotions I had buried deep within my heart.

Emma: As you say, Gil, I harbor wicked emotions deep within my heart.

Emma: I want to show everyone else that I'm the one who loves you the most... that possessiveness.

Emma: I didn't want to direct such selfish love toward you, so I kept turning away––

Emma: But, I realized.

Gilbert: Realized what?

Emma: That I'm the fiancée of a great villain, a wicked woman who has fallen for you.

Emma: So, I want to show it off more.

Emma: Just how much I love you, Gil.

Gilbert: ............

I felt Prince Gilbert's heartbeat against my back.

The sound of his heart, beating just a little faster than usual, felt strangely erotic—

Gilbert: Then, it's not good to confine ourselves or eliminate the people in the castle.

Gilbert: It's only when there's someone to show off to that you'll fall to the same place as me.

Emma: Ah... oh!

While still being held from behind, heat filled the damp space.

My body was rocked without a moment's rest, and the wave that had passed returned again.

Gilbert: Hehe, this is the one thing we can't show off.

Gilbert: But don't worry.

Gilbert: I'll always be watching you.

While I felt his soothing whispers in my ear, I continued to be given mercilessly intense pleasure as if it were a punishment, until I was so thoroughly loved that I couldn't tell what was right and what was wrong—

-- The next morning.

When I awoke, Prince Gilbert was gone, leaving behind only the sweet exhaustion of a night filled with overwhelming passion.

(What time is it? I need to hurry and get ready for the morning.)

I quickly prepared myself and donned the black dress Prince Gilbert had made for me.

While changing, my back twinged with a slight pain, but I brushed it off and left the room.

-

As I walked down the hallway—

Gilbert: Good morning, Little Rabbit.

I jumped as a voice suddenly sounded from behind me.

Turning around, I saw Prince Gilbert, looking unusually cheerful.

Gilbert: Now, please.

Emma: Huh?

Prince Gilbert held out his wrist towards me, palm up.

Gilbert: Medical procedures are fine, aren't they? Will you take my pulse?

Emma: That conversation was already...

Prince Gilbert narrowed his eyes without saying a word.

(.........)

I resigned myself, took his offered hand, and placed my fingertips on his wrist.

Gilbert: Hehe, is holding my hand so affectionately a medical procedure, too?

Emma: Yes, it is.

Gilbert: You're a naughty Little Rabbit. I wonder who you take after? ...I have a gift for you.

Prince Gilbert smoothly withdrew his hand and pulled a thin, black cloth from his cloak.

Upon closer inspection, I saw obsidian decorations sewn onto the edges of the cloth, and it was also embroidered.

Emma: Is this... a stole?

Gilbert: Yes. I thought it would suit you.

He went behind me and draped the unfolded stole over my shoulders.

Emma: Thank you very much.

(It's light and smooth, yet the embroidery gives it a strong presence. It's beautiful...)

Gilbert: With this, you won't have to worry about people's gazes.

Emma: With a stole?

Gilbert: I made it to show off, so I’d rather you didn’t hide it...

Gilbert: Because it seems you’re still concerned, Little Rabbit, right?

Before I could ponder the meaning of Prince Gilbert's words, a light kiss fell on my head.

Gilbert: Oh, and this is also a legitimate medical procedure, you know?

Gilbert: Recent research has shown that psychiatric care is also an important area of medicine.

Gilbert: So, any action that contributes to my mental stability is a medical procedure.

Emma: That makes anything possible.

Gilbert: Haha, maybe it does.

Gilbert: But, it’s fine, isn’t it?

Gilbert: That way, you can show everyone that you "love me more than anyone in the world."

(I'm very happy to receive the stole, but I wonder what he meant by "you won't have to worry about people's gazes"?)

Suddenly, I remembered the pain I had felt on my back earlier. I twisted my body to look behind me—

Emma: ...Ah.

I saw numerous bite marks on my exposed shoulders.

(Could it be that the gazes I've been feeling lately...)

Come to think of it, the gazes always came from behind.

I thought people were seeing me and Prince Gilbert together, but maybe the people in the castle were worried when they saw the numerous bite marks on my shoulders.

(Truly, Prince Gilbert has seen through everything from the beginning.)

I wrapped myself in the stole he had given me, along with the dark emotions within my heart.

The marks of love left on my back seemed to throb in response to that possessiveness—

FIN

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Thoughts on Charlie and Morfydd's interview

Here I am again! I'm trying my best to keep up with the new interviews, but there are so many that I'm lost. Which is great, because all content is always welcome. I finished reading this one that came out yesterday and decided to express my thoughts.

Indeed! I must admit that the final clash between Galadriel and Sauron was one of the ones I was most looking forward to. With the exception of Annatar's arrival in Eregion, I was very curious about the clash between the two characters.

Galadriel and Sauron had not met for seven episodes, since the revelation in episode eight of the first season. And who hadn't been waiting for that moment? Galadriel was betrayed by Sauron and Sauron left Eregion, the rings were forged, but that didn't explain everything. Galadriel would still need to face her old enemy, who spent some time being her friend only to become her enemy again.

This term "As Clark put it, they approached the scene more like a dance." It interested me a lot. It expresses that it wasn't just a battle, as it would be between Galadriel and one of the Orcs. It was something more intimate, a fight forged between feelings that once existed between two people. I liked the definition. After all, Galadriel was no longer facing Sauron as a faceless enemy, they knew each other face to face now.

Galadriel and Sauron had a twisted connection, and the fight proves it. Galadriel spent a long time at Sauron's side, whom she believed to be Halbrand. She learned to trust him at this point, got to know him and believed his words. It was not a cold fight, but one filled with feelings and repressed hurts.

Honestly, I hadn't noticed. I don't speak English, English is not my native language and it's far from my second or anything like that, so I didn't notice that difference before. Now, I'm back in the scene and something is actually a little different.

This is one of my favorite things about Charlie. Charlie isn't just acting, it's not just a role, he really dives into Sauron and pours his soul into the character. I really enjoyed the performances of Sauron. When you see Sauron by Jack and Charlie, Sauron as Finrod, and Sauron as Halbrand and Annatar, there are little aspects, little characteristics between the actors bring out and make you think, "Yeah, this damn bitch is Sauron with a different face!"

This scene must have hurt Galadriel. After so long without facing Sauron, Galadriel is forced to face Annatar, this form she didn't know and had no ties to. But then, there's Halbrand, the man she knew and connected with, who saw the darkness in her and wasn't scared. Seeing Halbrand again shakes Galadriel's barriers. We see it on her face and it's entirely down to the wonderful Morfydd and her intense expressions.

Halbrand's vision is Sauron's attempt to appease Galadriel's anger and get her to see his worldview and side with him in this war. Galadriel met Halbrand at her most vulnerable. She had spent years fighting and hunting Sauron, she had lost her husband to Sauron, and as Morfydd admitted, losing Celeborn was losing some of Galadriel's softness, her good and innocent side. So we have Galadriel furious with Elrond and Gil-galad's decision, feeling betrayed and abandoned.

Halbrand was like a balance for her. With Halbrand, the vengeful, angry, ugly, and stormy part of Galadriel came out. A part of herself that she had hidden from so many others. And in a way, she felt accepted by Halbrand, because he didn’t push her away when he noticed. And losing Halbrand, the closest person she had had in a long time, affected Galadriel. It destroyed her sense of security. Something she hadn’t had in a long time. Galadriel's life is woven with many tragedies and losses.

Morfydd as Sauron was breathtaking. How did so many actors manage to capture the essence of Sauron when they were acting out in his illusions? Even in Galadriel and Celebrimbor, Sauron's features are there, his deception is almost imperceptible, because he looks so much like the illusions, but the way he acts is different from the originals. So that's how we notice him.

I particularly loved this duality of Galadriel being forced to face her version of Sauron. As Morfydd himself said, this version of emptiness. Sauron must see himself as an anti-hero, because he believes he needs to heal Middle-earth and is doing his best, even though his methods hurt so many beings.

Sauron is like the hollow earth and Galadriel is like an erupting volcano. We see Galadriel overflowing with feelings, while facing a version of herself that is serene and empty, a cold and objective being, as Sauron is in the eyes of others, but in his own vision he is overflowing with emotions.

Morfydd and Charlie are impeccable in their performances and bring their characters to life masterfully. Even in scenes without lines, they speak with their eyes and the audience notices this. I'm looking forward to season three and how this fork in the road in the characters' lives will continue in the next season, once their paths are separated again.

[a-hundred-musings]

You know, here's a small rant from me: I hate it when Celebrimbor is shown to be a "softie-boy" or a "naïve child" or just... someone condescending and stupid. Like, yeah I'm guilty of it too (who isn't?) but it just makes me wonder why he's presented as that in fics anywhere.

I read this fic on AO3? Celebrimbor is a stupid duck. Or he's just very naïve and easy to prank. I read another fic? Celebrimbor is a whiny baby who can't stand up for himself. I read another one? He's a man-child.

Look, I get why he's presented in that way, but can we not do that? Especially considering the things this boy has gone through which really wouldn't make him a "child-like" person, but more of a mature adult who has experienced things no one should ever experience.

Before and during the First Age, he's experienced so much:

Nerdanel and Feanor falling out -- that basically messed up entire Aman back then, but mainly their kids, so imagine how Curufin would have reacted to that.

The feud between Feanor and Fingolfin and Finarfin

The time when Feanor threatened Fingolfin

The time when the Two Trees were destroyed

The time when Melkor killed his great-grandfather Finwe.

Feanor going Mad™

The uprising of the Noldor

The First Kinslaying

His grandfather going feral and his father and uncles swearing an oath on a literal suicide-mission

One of his youngest uncles getting burned and basically died (or lived, depends on which version you follow)

A time of literal darkness. Like, no light at all. It really messed up the psyche of so many people.

Feanor abandoning his brother on the shores of Valinor -- that would mess up anyone really.

A literal battle. Like, more blood is being shed -- not only of elves, but of other creatures Tyelpe has probably never seen or heard of before.

His grandfather being so consumed by his fire and spontaneously combusting. That too, he either saw or heard of Feanor literally bursting into flames -- that is pretty traumatising.

The crossing of the Helcaraxe -- no seriously, that would mess anyone up knowing that people they love are literally walking on glaciers and over deathly waters with a 50% chance of survival.

Maedhros being crowned King of the Noldor, and an unspoken fact that there is more than one king of the Noldor -- the political implications here...

The abduction of Maedhros. Need this be explained further?

His uncles and father being concerningly close to starting a whole world-war

The rising of the Sun and the moon (like, what are those big spheres in the sky? Are they something from Melkor? Are they a sign of the End™? What is it?)

The arrival of Fingolfin's group, with more dead and furious people.

The mental health of everyone deteriorating. No, I won't explain because this era was filled with bad times.

No one knowing what to do now, since Maglor was naturally crowned the Regent King of the Noldor, and he has his own problems.

After 34 years of wondering what on earth has happened to Maedhros, he returns scarred with no right hand, and presumed torture marks.

Everyone literally holding their breaths for what will happen next.

Maedhros surrendering his crown to Fingolfin. That would hurt bad like a blow.

Literally only a few years of peace filled with tension.

Fingolfin decides to kick Melkor's arse and dies.

The Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

The Second Kinslaying.

The Fall of Gondolin

Making the decision of abandoning his father and uncles, going on his own separate path.

The death of so many of his family members and father and uncles. That is messed up. The amount of psychological trauma he's already been through...

Like, imagine his guilt of not being there with his father, imagine how much he second-guessed his actions...

The Third Kinslaying. The deaths of more elves, his uncle (or uncles), and really, just more death.

The crown of the Noldor being passed on so many times until it reached Gil-Galad. Imagine the humiliation and just the shock of the realisation of the number of people who have been crowned within a span of a few centuries.

The kidnapping of Elrond and Elros. While it probably wouldn't harm Tyelpe's psychological health, it must have been pretty messed up to find out that your two remaining uncles have committed a few more war crimes.

The War of the Wrath. Now, while it was mainly against Men, there is no doubt that some elves have been killed due to the war (given Gil-Galad's camps etc), so imagine him getting into some stray fights with the orcs or those Men who follow Melkor.

The Fourth Kinslaying. No need to further elaborate.

The death of Maedhros, and Maglor becoming a cryptid. Who wouldn't that mess up?

Surviving the First Age. Like, give this Tyelpe the recognition he truly deserves. Give him a few rings and trophies for enduring so long and he still hasn't gone down to insanity. That too, all this happened within the span of like, 600 years.

The Second Age:

Beleriand is under the sea

His "cousins" (Elrond and Elros) going their separate ways

The death of Elros (I think this is pretty self-explanatory, given the numerous HCs on the twins and Celebrimbor)

No one has any idea what has happened to Maglor. Is he alive? Is he dead? Who knows.

Rumours of a sinister evil lurking in the shadows and really, some tensions are visibly arising.

He finds this very powerful and alluring stranger who knows quite a bit about the art of smithing. They collaborate despite warnings from Galadriel, Gil-Galad, Elrond and a few others.

After giving thought to make powerful rings, Annatar watches over as Celebrimbor makes the rings for Men and Dwarves.

Newsflash: Annatar wants the rings, and he tainted them.

Celebrimbor makes the 3 Elven Rings in secret so Annatar can't get to them, but he gets kidnapped and tortured.

Like, really badly tortured. Annatar wants those 3 rings.

Celebrimbor eventually is killed, and is impaled on a spear, then given to Gil-Galad's camp after years of torture.

He went straight to his family. Can't tell if this will add to his trauma, but still.

While he didn't survive the Second Age, this boy went through so much pain, and... really, I feel like he doesn't get much of the appreciation he deserves.

Thank you for coming to my little rant as to why we need more fics that paint Celebrimbor as someone who isn't a stupid and naïve child, but more of a wiser version of Feanor and Curufin. He is not a tantrummy baby, for Ilúvatar's sake!

[queerofthedagger]

Finduilas Faelivrin for the character asks!!

Lily, hey! Thank you so much for the ask!! <3

How I feel about this character

She kind of crept up on me to the point where I one day looked around and was massively unwell about her. There is just so much tragedy in her story, and so much just happens to her without any real agency behind it, and there is so much we don't know. Which! Is so compelling, but also just!! Tolkien's women, so often the backdrop for others' tragedies. She's ended up one of my favourite characters though, despite there being so tragically little in terms of canon information.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don't actually ship her very strongly with anyone, or at least not in a way that has me like, wanting them to get together. I do think the whole Gwindor and Túrin situation is super compelling, but I wouldn't really want her to end up with either of them.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I love an Arafinwean origin story for Gil-galad, so their sibling relationship is super dear to me!! The idea that she was his sister, and that she's someone he lost. That her brother—even though she's not around to experience it—will become High King of the Noldor, meanwhile she is caught in Nargothrond, caught in passivity, caught in a tragic death of someone else's story. It's just!! Soo fun to poke at.

I also have a bit of a soft spot for a friendship between her and Celebrimbor, after he'd disavowed his family, but I have less thought-out thoughts on that, tbh.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I'm not sure this is overly unpopular actually, but as much as I love Gwindor, I really don't think she's at fault for falling out of love with him. Like, yes, it's sad, and the ruin of his life even though he escaped Angband hurts me personally, but like, you know. Not on her to fix that!!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really wish we had gotten to see more of her outside of her relationships to Turin and Gwindor. Even there it's minimal, but like; she's a daughter and a sister and a person of her own!! She's born in Beleriand and falls under the Doom regardless, and she gets swept along by narrative forces to die a tragic death shouting for Túrin, and it's just... Not exactly a rare fate for Silmarillion characters in general and women in particular, but something about her role in it all feels particularly rough to me.

Give me a character and I'll break their ass down