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Thank you so much for tagging my thoughts on Legolas!
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Here’s one of my Legolas fics that I’m particularly fond of: Let the Memories Be Good
It kind of wrecks me when the media reduces Legolas to the overpowered hot guy who defies gravity.
Like...
Did we watch the same movies?
Not only is this guy just an insanely honorable and fierce member of the Fellowship, but he's an infinitely heartfelt and dedicated friend. He would go to the ends of the earth to follow Aragorn, to save Merry and Pippin, to fight in the name of Frodo Baggins.
He's lost his mother, he was raised by a grieving and emotionally absent father, he was sheltered from the rest of the world for years, he went from insulting and threatening dwarves to protecting and practically EXISTING for one. Not to mention everything he did post war of the ring, uniting his people yet removing himself from his royal status??
And just to think, he has to grapple with immortality. To other elves it doesn't matter, but to him, his entire life has become these mortal friends he's grown to call family. And he has to go on living while they all slowly die.
And yeah, he's a fucking INSANE FIGHTER. Like BEYOND REASON.
I get that to the dude bros he's just a hot guy for the girls to thirst over but in reality he's just as complex as the rest of them and I'd really like for us to acknowledge it for once.
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Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x unnamed OC)
Summary: Legolas insists on secretly guarding his dear friend on her first patrols as a new Mirkwood Spider Hunter. (A/N: OC does not actually appear in the story, but is alluded to as "She".)
Prompt: Story inspired by the Anonymous share received below:
Word count: 790
Rating: General Audience
Content: Fluffy implied romance, brotherly banter and ribbing, OC Mirkwood Prince, Feren
Warnings: None
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Dedication: For Anon: Thank you for inspiring me to write my first-ever drabble! I hope your job training continues to go well, and that having Legolas as your imaginary guardian gives you strength and confidence. <3
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Unnecessary Guardian
Third Age 1254 Spring
Mirkwood
“It will be the last time I ask this favor, brother. I swear it,” insisted Legolas, twisting his body to narrowly avoid collision with a hunter ducking back out of the crowded armory shed.
Gelir rolled his eyes as he yanked a sheaf of arrows from the weapons rack and slid it into his leather quiver. “And last week, you swore it would be the one and only time.” With the younger prince stubbornly on his tail, he marched out to the assembly grounds, where over half of his unit had already gathered.
"I misjudged how long my protection would be needed."
“Needed?” Gelir barked a laugh as he strapped on the last of his gear. “If your conclusion from that patrol is that she needs anyone to protect her, then you must not have been watching very carefully. And that, honeg, would only render your gallant services even more unnecessary.”
Protests died on Legolas’s lips, silenced by the truth. His mind flashed back on the memories of that first attack, when a spider the size of an aurochs charged at your party from an underground lair. He had been following high above in the trees, as close as he could get without defying Gelir’s orders. He barely had a chance to raise his bow before your arrow found its mark dead center in the spider’s cluster of eyes. Hit in its most vulnerable spot, the creature collapsed writhing, leaving it to be finished off easily by the knives of your comrades.
“She outshot Feren at the range yesterday,” Gelir said, snapping Legolas out of his daze and making him wonder if his brother had snuck into his thoughts. The prince grinned and brandished two fingers at another hunter standing within earshot. “Twice.”
“Two times out of five rounds,” Feren called out with a shrug. “I got her in three.”
“Still a worthy achievement, from previously never being able to best you,” Gelir hollered over at his second-in-command. “She is learning and growing by leaps and bounds. I for one am eager to see how quickly she will rise in rank.
“Well, she should be arriving any second now,” Feren interjected, throwing a pointed glance at Legolas. “I would suggest heading off, unless you are willing to answer what I can only assume would be a string of uncomfortable questions should she find you here."
Legolas grabbed Gelir’s arm before he could walk away to join his unit. “Please.”
Something in the tone of his voice must have moved the older prince, because he stopped short to study him for a long pause. “All right,” Gelir finally said. “You may come along, like a sneaky little stowaway. Again.”
He tutted and held up a hand as Legolas’s expression cracked into a jubilant smile. “But only IF you admit that you are doing this not for her, but for you.” The Captain of the Spiderhunters grinned and clapped a hand on his arm. “Your attempts to feed me such frail lies is just insulting now, honeg. Solid, convincing lies, those I can respect. But this one is weak.”
Legolas raised his chin and fought vainly against the flush creeping up his neck.
“I believe she benefits from having me--”
“Tsk, no. Try again.”
Legolas hissed and turned away, clutching his head in frustration. Gelir was not one to magnanimously let an opportunity like this pass, not when he had him cornered like desperate prey. Any moment now, you were likely to appear at the clearing, and he would be caught without an excuse for being all this way across the kingdom, so far from the Elvenking’s Halls where his duties lay.
Legolas let out a slow, deep breath, then drew it slowly back in. “I…care about her,” he mumbled grudgingly, but as he released these words, a hard knot in his chest seemed to loosen with it. “I just want… I need to know she will not come to harm out there.”
At last, a smile that actually looked proud and sympathetic flickered on Gelir’s face. Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed his brother by the sides of his face and lightly knocked his forehead against his. Then just as quickly, he gripped him by the shoulders and gave him an affectionate little shake.
"Be more careful about staying out of sight. Only Feren and I are wise to this and we will cover for you if need be, but do not make it harder for us by inviting suspicion.”
“Annon allen. I am in your debt,” vowed Legolas, already backing away and preparing to make himself scarce.
Gelir laughed and waved him off. “You are still a fool! But that is a problem I shall help you fix another time.”
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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-One
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We get a little Vulnerable!Daryl in this one & it makes me emotional I’m not gonna lie
Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please
TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD
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This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf
TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series
Legolas & Lord of the Rings (c) J.R.R. Tolkien, Sleeping Beauty (c) Disney
TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, allusion to child abuse (Daryl’s history), discussion of sibling death (Merle), mention/discussion of scars, discussion of an alcoholic parent, smoking
Word count: 3.3k
"What's this last one?" he asked, flipping it over. It was a picture of me wearing a blue off-the-shoulder ballgown with flowers around the neckline and crystals adorning the cinched waist. There were tulle sleeves and a slit up one leg. My hair was cascading around me in loose curls, and I was leaning back against a tree, hands holding the edges of my dress out as if I was about to start twirling in circles.
"Oh, that's from a renaissance festival I went to. Kathryn took that picture. I wanted to do my own version of the Sleeping Beauty dress," I explained, "so in the movie, there's a dress that the fairies make for her, and there are two that keep arguing over whether the dress should be pink or blue. They go back and forth, changing the color when the other isn't looking, and--"
"She chose blue," Daryl said, his voice so soft he was almost whispering. He was fixated on the picture of me, running his fingers over the edges, and I questioned if he meant to say that out loud or if his mouth got the best of him. Was he talking about me?
"Hmm?" I hummed, pretending not to hear what he said in case he didn't mean to say his thoughts out loud, "oh no, it goes all the way to the end of the movie. Like they're still changing it when the screen fades out."
"This's a real good picture o’ ya. Ya look real pretty," Daryl said.
"You're sweet," I thanked, "I went to a lot of ren fests growing up. I loved to dress up and go all out. This one was by far my favorite." He flipped the pictures back in order to give them back to me, but they spilled out onto the floor, scattering themselves around.
"Shit, sorry."
"It's ok, really," I assured, "shit happens." I leaned over and grabbed the photos closest to me, and Daryl grabbed the rest, handing them to me.
"Thanks for showin' me. Was nice to see the people ya always talkin' so much 'bout," he said. I opened the back of my notebook and placed the photos back, pulling the notes out of my pocket and putting those in as well. "Ya really tied to that thing, aren'tcha?"
"My notebook?" I asked, flipping it around in my hands, "yeah, I guess you could say I am. It's like a security blanket. It's comforting to have it on me, even when I'm not doing anything with it."
He was hesitant before he asked his next question. "Could I...maybe read somethin' of yours sometime?"
I'll admit, I was a little surprised, as he'd never expressed an interest before in reading any of my work. Sure, he'd asked me about it here and there, but he never asked to see it. Part of me, though, was grateful for that. I wrote a lot about Daryl, and he didn't need to know that. Not yet at least.
"Tell you what. If I ever decide that anything in here is quality enough to show to someone else, you'll be the first to know."
"Ya think ya stuff's bad?"
"No, not bad," I said, "just...personal is all. A bit intense at times. It's...it's like a catalog of everything I've gone through since the world went to shit. I'm hoping one day, I can look back on it and be proud of myself for surviving all the stuff in here."
"Should be proud already," Daryl advised, "ya's by yourself out there. Couldn'ta been easy."
You don't even know the half of it, I thought.
There was silence between us for a while as we stared off beyond the walls. It was a comfortable silence, as they had come to be with Daryl. I remembered our first run, the first time we really spent time together, and thought about how far we'd come since then. Just a month and a half ago, I never thought we'd be here. I never thought we'd be up in the watchtower together, spending the night keeping the community safe, nor did I think Daryl and I would have come as far in our relationship as we had. We were essentially a couple, minus the confession of our feelings to one another and more intimate physical contact.
"Hey Daryl? Can I ask you a question? If you don't wanna answer, that's more than ok."
"Sure," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice, "shoot."
"Do you know where Merle is?"
I held my breath while I waited for his response. I'd been wanting to ask more about Merle for some time now. What I did know was that he was the older one, he was in the military at some point, and he was the ringleader when it came to the drug escapades he and Daryl got into. And that he was a bit of a creep and kind of an asshole. But Daryl never talked about where he was now or if something happened to him. I was worried that maybe it was too fresh of a wound, or perhaps it was simply too painful. It'd been quite a while, though, since I last asked about Merle, and with how close we'd become since then, I was hopeful that maybe, even if he didn't answer, it would open the door for him to share in the future.
"If you don't want to answer, I promise it's ok," I reiterated. He was staring out the window, crossbow popped up on the frame, resting his arm on it. I bit the inside of my lip and waited with bated breath for him to say something, anything.
"He's in Georgia," he finally said. Seeing as it'd taken some time for him to answer with that, I didn't dare ask the follow-up question that came to mind—why didn't he come to Alexandria with Daryl? However, I didn't have to wonder for long. "Dead."
He kept his gaze out the window as he told me everything. He talked about the prison, Woodbury, the man called The Governor, what happened with Merle and the Governor, and how Daryl found him...after he had already turned. And he told me something that I don't think he'd shared with the others before—that the only reason they ever went to Rick's original camp in the first place was because they planned to rob them. But things changed, and Daryl found a family in Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and the others, and chose to stay with them.
My heart was shattering as Daryl filled me in on everything. Having had to kill one of my brothers after he turned, I understood the pain—the pain of wondering if they're ok, then finding them and realizing they're far from it, the farthest in fact. But the gut-wrenching pain of Merle having been killed at the hands of someone else before turning...I wasn't going to pretend to understand that hurt. Daryl was such a good person, and to see such a good person lose so much was heartbreaking.
Daryl was quiet when he finished talking. I wasn't sure whether he was waiting for me to respond or was attempting to find more words of his own. I approached the window and leaned against the wall next to it, looking up at Daryl with the softest, most empathetic expression. I said the only thing I could.
"I...I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."
He didn't say anything, didn't move or turn his head to look at me. He kept that same stoic expression, looking off at something far in the distance outside the walls. I swallowed hard, feeling bad for asking the question in the first place. "You know that I know how it feels. To have to do that to a sibling. It's awful. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I'm sorry you had to experience that pain too." I reached a hand out and stroked his forearm, drawing small circles with my fingers. "And I'm sorry I brought it up. I'd been avoiding asking because I was worried it'd be too painful. I don't know what came over me." I felt Daryl's muscles relax under my fingers as I worked slowly from his elbow to his wrist, continuing to draw tiny circles.
"Don't gotta 'pologize. I ain't mad at ya," he said, his voice soft. He still didn't look at me. "It's 'cause ya care. I know that."
I tilted my head slightly to try to get him to look at me. "You of all people didn't deserve to experience pain like that. I'm sorry, about everything that happened. But I'm glad you're here now. And I'm glad I am too."
He fidgeted a little before he continued. "Was worried tellin' ya 'bout the robbin' the camp story might..." His voice trailed off before he finished his sentence, though I had a feeling I knew where it was going.
"Might what?" I asked, "make me view you differently?"
"Maybe."
I gave him a soft smile. "Well, you have nothing to worry about there. We've all got a past, Daryl. That's not who you are now. That's all that matters." I was cautious to follow up with what I wanted to say, but my mouth was betraying me before I could do anything to stop it. Maybe it would help him feel less alone. "Hell, there are things you still don't know about me that I feel the same about. That they might make you view me differently."
"You?" He sounded amused when he said it, like he thought I was bluffing. “Dunno what someone like you could do to make me see ya differently." I crossed my arms over my chest.
""Someone like me?" What do you mean by that?" I asked, looking at him quizzically. Being someone who didn't have much of a way with words, I thought he might ignore my question and start talking about something else, or there'd be a long period of silence before he finally gave a response. Neither was the case here. It was like he already had his answer queued up, knowing I was going to ask.
"Someone perfect," he said. My shoulders relaxed as I let out a gentle sigh. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his torso, careful to avoid the bandaged wound on his back, and gave him a gentle squeeze. I rested my head on his chest.
"Oh Daryl, you're very sweet, but I am far from perfect." He snaked his free arm around me and placed his hand on my back, just above my waist.
"Well, ya ever wanna share those things I don't know 'bout ya, I'm all ears," Daryl assured.
"Thanks."
"Since ya asked a question that's been on ya mind a while, can I ask one?" he wondered.
"Sure," I replied, biting gently at the inside of my cheek to quell my anxiety, wondering what he was about to ask. I waited with bated breath for him to speak, my mind spiraling in all the different directions he could've been going, but I had a hunch about where we'd end up.
"Do...do ya scars got anythin' to do with what you dream 'bout every night?"
I clicked my tongue and let you a shallow, shaky breath. "Yeah...yeah they do. Figured that's what you might ask."
"How ya figure that?"
"I've caught you staring at them before. You're not very subtle with it," I chuckled, "it doesn't bother me though. Not you looking at least. I know they're kinda hard to ignore." I lifted my arm in front of us, shifting the sleeve of his jacket down and exposing my hand and wrist. I was writhing a little inside. I hated looking at my scars. "I have a fantasy that one day, tattooing will be a reality again, and I'll be able to get them covered up. I think vines with flowers on them would look cool."
I rotated my hand, inspecting both sides of my wrist as if I was looking at my scars for the first time. They were thick bands of scar tissue that adorned both of my wrists like bracelets. They didn't hurt, but there were some sparse patches here and there that were numb. I didn't like them being touched, and despite me never sharing that, Daryl seemed to know. In all the times he'd touched my arms or my hands, he never touched my scars, not even grazing them on accident. There was an unspoken understanding between us about that. I shimmied the sleeve of his jacket back down my arm, covering my scars again.
"Can I ask you something else that's been on my mind for a while? You don't have to answer if it's too much," I said.
"Might'as well," Daryl replied, fidgeting with his crossbow in anticipation.
"You said that I haven't really mentioned my dad much," I said, my words shaky as I tried to control my voice, "you haven't mentioned yours either."
His body tensed under my arms, and his hand on my back curled a bit. I was sure he would've accidentally scratched me if I wasn't wearing his jacket. His answer was short, to the point, but told me everything I needed to know.
"Where ya think my scars came from?"
I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. This wonderful human being, suffering at the hands of one of his parents? My stomach ached. My heart was breaking, shattering, and exploding all at the same time. Tears tried to form and escape my eyes, but I wouldn't allow it. I needed to be strong for Daryl in this moment. No wonder he had the best survival skills I'd ever seen—he didn't have a choice.
How could someone do something so awful to someone so good?
"Daryl..." My voice trailed off, and the only thing I could think to do was wrap my arms around him tighter and give him another squeeze.
"Merle got it first. 'ts why he ran off to the army," he continued. I tilted my head up to look at him. He hadn't once taken his eyes off whatever random object he'd fixated on out in the distance. I'd never seen Daryl cry before, not even come close to, but I could've sworn I saw a tear welling up in his eye. Just one, the moonlight catching it and making it glimmer.
"Daryl, you don't have to—"
"Old man was a drunk," he said. He rested his bow on the windowsill and reached into his pocket, pulling out his box of cigarettes and lighter. He hadn't smoked once in front of me since the first time he did. He knew I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to say anything now. We all had our vices, and I was going to let him have his.
Daryl pulled a cigarette out of the box with his mouth, still keeping his other arm wrapped around me. He had tightened his embrace and brought me closer, like he thought I might slip out and walk away if I had the space to do so. He shoved the box of smokes back into his pocket and lit the one in his mouth, turning his head to puff in the opposite direction of me.
I knew I was privileged to have such a close, loving family, I was never ignorant of that. Being a trauma surgeon, I knew some of the horrors that people experienced at the hands of family, at the hands of people who claimed to love them. I knew not everyone was as lucky as I was. But sometimes, there would be that person who landed on my operating table, and their story would hurt just a little bit more than others.
This one, though...this one hurt the most.
Sweet Daryl, the man I'd become so close to, the man whose shell I'd cracked wide open, the man I'd gotten to open up...the man I'd fallen in love with. To know someone so kind, so protective, so empathetic, had suffered at the hands of his father...and at such a young age...
For his father's sake, I hoped he and I would never cross paths.
I wanted to kiss every single scar on his body and remind him of how appreciated he is, how loved he is. Not just by me, but Carol, Rick, Glenn, Aaron...I wanted to hold him and whisper all the sweet little things I wrote about him in my notebook. I wanted his pain to stop. Such a tender soul shouldn't have to know pain like that. My little Georgia peach shouldn't have to know pain like that.
"You didn't deserve that," I whispered, my gaze still transfixed on his face. He took another puff of his smoke and finally tore his eyes away from the outside world, looking down to meet me. Our noses were barely touching, and I would've certainly taken that opportunity to plant one on his lips if the situation was more appropriate. I did, though, take the opportunity to kiss his cheek. His skin was softer than I was expecting. He flinched just a little, then quickly melted and relaxed under my lips.
"You're so loved Daryl. Don't think for one second that you aren't." I brought my head back to his chest and nuzzled in closer. "I may not have experienced it firsthand, but I know what that kind of thing can do to someone. What it can do to their self-worth, their confidence. Just remember that you're important, and you're deeply loved and appreciated. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
"Ya really know how to make a guy feel good," he told me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Only guy I care about making feel good is you," I said. I was almost immediately kicking myself for what I said. My supposed-to-be flirting was more of a sexual innuendo than anything. I quickly took it back to the subject at hand in an attempt to gloss over it. "I'm glad I could do that for you. Thank you for being vulnerable with me, Daryl. It means a lot that you're so open with me."
He took another puff of his cigarette. "Ya make it easy." His hand on my back slid off for just a moment before coming right back, this time slipping underneath his jacket and resting on the bare skin of my side. "This alright?"
"Sure is," I hummed before nuzzling my head further into his chest and closing my eyes. His calloused hand against my soft skin felt heavenly, and it tickled just a little, but not enough to elicit a reaction from me.
Daryl flicked the ashes off his smoke and stomped on them once they landed on the ground. "Thanks for always listenin' to me. Bein' there for me. Dunno what I did to deserve ya."
My heart swelled in my ribcage, the warming sensation that accompanied it seeming to radiate off my body. "Being you. That's what you did."
We spent the rest of the night like that, hooked onto each other like our lives depended on it, like we were afraid the other person would slip away if we loosened our grips too much. We talked for hours, and despite standing the whole time, I almost fell asleep. The rise and fall of Daryl's chest against my head nearly lulled me into dreamland. At one point, his nose nuzzled into my hair, and he kissed the top of my head. His sweet Southern accent whispered something into my hair that I didn't catch. I was in some half-awake, half-asleep state, eyelids heavy and struggling to stay open. A delirious smile spread across my face. What I was feeling was nothing short of absolute magic.
I would be forever grateful that Daryl asked me to keep him company in the watchtower that night.
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Hey Kat! Would love to hear about these, for the ask game: 🍓, 🌵, 🔪!
🧡💜💛💚💙Hiiii Minnie!!! 🧡💙💚💛💜
@pmpmyread First of all: I've bumped into your writing a while ago and LOVED it!!!
Thanks for submitting your questions! It's so nice to meet a fellow Sagittarius🤝my star sign is one of the very few things of myself I am proud of😅♐
🍓:How did you get into writing fanfiction?
This is such a long story😅 I've been privately writing fanfiction for almost two years now, sharing my fics with my close group of friends because of my insecurity… I took up this hobby after spending hours bathing into genial works I found here on Tumblr. Since my childhood, I used to write small poems to help my mind cope with my emotions. But then I got into the world of fandoms and I struggled to accept that things end at some point...Sometimes I just couldn't stand the thought of amazing plotlines ending so abruptly, so I started putting down ideas in words to create sequels, expand reflections of backstories and…simply chase some further adventures together with my favorite characters. It has always been a way of keeping their memories alive and escaping reality for a while in the meantime… (really hope this makes sense😅)
My best friend also played a key role in the creation of this blog… she is actually very good at writing in English and I used to be a sort of editor for her works. Her heartfelt support helped me find the bravery to finally start my writing journey..
🌵 Share the link to a playlist you love
THIS question is probably my fav, since as I mentioned a while ago, music is often the main source of inspiration for imagery…In other words, music has always been my Love Language 😅
Sorry I couldn't choose just one:
My fav Band -Nothing But Thieves- aka Comfort Playlist (this band and their lyrics mean so much to me, they have been a sort of anchor through thick and thin)
One of my Work Playlist (the one that best sums up my -variagate and incoherent- music taste)
🔪 What's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project?
Sooo…this is another interesting one… apart from Japanese demons and folklore, I have to admit that the deepest work of research I have ever embarked for, is the journey around Middle Earth's Philosophy and Geography: I was writing a Legolas fic back then and I needed an insight into the theory of souls (fëa and hröa) in Tolkien's universe, resulting in me devouring the Silmarillion in a matter of days and studying essays about this beautifully-philosophical topic…
It's a little embarrassing to admit I had even calculated distances and timetables for an itinerary around Middle Earth🙈🤦
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Meet My Rook!
I don't have any fandom friends to recruit me, so I'ma tag myself in here because I wanna play tooooo. At the same time, I'm too shy to tag anyone else, so if you want to play along as well, let's just pretend I tagged you. If we're mutuals, I've actually already tagged you in my heart, but again am very shy.
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Name: Beren "Rook" Laidir Nickname/Alias: Rook! Pronouns: he/him Lineage: Dwarf surfacer Faction: Lords of Fortune Class: Rogue (Duelist, possibly Saboteur specialization) Potential Romance: Davrin (ain't no potential, baby. the wedding is on). I had thought Lucanis for a minute but on further consideration, Rook is very shallow, and Davrin is gorgeous. Rook is also bull-headed and determined, so I don't see him giving up once he sets his sights on the Warden, which will be immediately. I'm so so sorry, Drayden Kiel, for taking your man. Rook isn't tho. He got there first and he won, damnit! Potential Friendships: Lace Harding & Varric Tethras (buddies pre-DAV, because dwarf rogues stick together). Friendly with all the Veilguard members because he's just that type of guy. Potential Rivalries: Lucanis (but in a fun, light-hearted kind of Legolas/Gimli rivalry-friendship way, at least from Rook's pov, and yes he will try to count off their kills. he will lose because he's very enthusiastic and hard working but uhhh... we'll say *slightly* less skilled as a rogue), Taash (also more competitive than anything. look, he's very competitive but very friendly. he's also delusional and will challenge her to shots competitions and try to drink the Qunari giant under the table. he will fail, vomitously) Tattoos/Scars: Dwarven-style facial tattoos (i need to look up the tattoo options and decide I guess, but I am thinking something in heavy black around the eyes, loud and impossible to ignore, give my boy some juggalo vibes) Notable Appearance Details: Bright flaming ass red hair. Never wears a full shirt, so his top surgery scars are proudly displayed as much as possible. Plenty of other scars, which he's just as proud of, and will readily tell the stories of how he got them. Probably other body tattoos, but I gotta check out the cc options. Short even for a dwarf, which is an advantage for a rogue, thank you very much. He's got no strike zone, damnit, and yes, he will run between your legs. Anything Else You’d Like To Share: See here and here. Chaos incarnate, which feels fitting for a Rook, based on what we've seen. He has a green & yellow budgie (look the picrew had limited options and cockatiel was the closest I could do) named Lady of the Skies - technically it's a boy bird, but who the hell knows how to sex a goddamn parakeet? He found out after the fact, and Lady also being trans seemed fitting, actually. Fuck AGAB, 'tis but a mere suggestion. I never would've guessed I'd end up playing a dwarf LoF first (initially planned for elf Veil Jumper like the elf-nerd I am), but he has burrowed his way into my heart and I love this little gremlin dearly. Also, he is a disaster and it is very in-character for him to make poor decisions, so I think he fits well for a starter Rook on my first playthrough.
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4 and 30? For the fic writer ask game !
Questions taken from this ask game. Thank you so much for asking! (And may I say, that's an excellent choice of questions to pair together, thematically.)
4. a story idea you haven’t written yet
Legolas and Gimli make it all the way to the Undying Lands before they start smooching, because it's not until they get there and meet some folks who didn't know them the whole way through their relationship, and thus aren't already inured to the two of them being Like That, that one (or more) of said folks asks Legolas "how long they've been wed" and Legolas is like "omg what? haha no, we're not...married...we're...oh."
So he asks his mom if she thinks Gimli like-likes him, maybe? Because he never thought about it before, but now that he is, he thinks that would be really cool actually!? Do you think there's any chance that this guy who literally left everything and everyone he ever knew and loved to come here and live with me forever in a place where no dwarf has ever been before, leaving behind all of his people forever, might sort of fancy me a bit too...?
Legolas's mom facepalms herself into the Halls of Mandos.
30. share a fic you’re especially proud of
I'm going to share two, because I know that most everybody hanging around tumblr with me these days is here for LotR stuff, so I want to link one of those, but I also cannot not link the Best Thing I Have Ever Written, which is a Star Wars fic:
Okay, and then returning from that galaxy far, far away and back to our regularly-scheduled hyper-fixation Middle-earth, we have this fic where I went outside my usual areas on several counts, and which I think came out really well, and also has a lot of really fun Celebrimbor Lore that I want to come back and do more with someday:
*note that the latter fic contains both (mild) torture and smut, although the first chapter has none of either.
#it's my first officially published smut fic wheee#and i think only me second silm-only fic? but i'd have to check that#because i tend to think of the entirety of middle-earth as one setting regardless of era so idk for sure#ask meme#lotr fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#my writing#more fic writer asks#fic rec
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Let Me Count the Ways ask game
I've been wanting to do something like this for a long time, and finally decided I might as well just go ahead and do it. Send in a prompt and a duo, and I'll write a short fic for you! Feel free to reblog or alter for your own purposes.
"I missed you."
"You're my idiot."
"You're not a burden."
"I trust you with my life."
"I love you. Yeah, for real."
"I'll never give up on you."
"I can't imagine how I lived without you. I mean, I can remember it, but I can't imagine how I considered that living."
"I've got you."
"Don't EVER scare me like that again!"
"I thought I lost you…"
"How could you do this to me?"
"I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm on your side."
"Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with your shenanigans."
"Do you trust me?"
"What? I meant it as a compliment."
"I can't do this anymore."
"Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?"
"Dude. It's three in the morning."
"Where are your clothes?"
"I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I should have told you this a long time ago."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I feel like we've met before…."
"No, I don't care what 'they' think."
"Can't believe this drive is going to take 10 hours…. You wanna play I Spy or License Plate Poker?"
"I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's YOUR side."
"Leave you? You know how hard it was for me to TRAIN YOU to deal with me?"
"Why does my blanket smell like you?"
"It's not my fault."
"Trust me."
"I wish…"
"Forgive me."
"Thank you."
"I'll keep you safe."
"Why did you do it?"
"Where are we going?"
"Now what?"
"Stay with me for a while."
"Did you really do that?"
"I love you. You know that, right?"
"I have no idea what just happened."
"What are friends for?"
"Please don't be mad."
"You're not wrong."
"I never told you, but…"
"Stop! Can we think this through?"
"Whatever happens, don't forget."
"We should eat something."
"I haven't slept in days."
"I know that face."
Note: I'm only going to write for platonic relationships. There's plenty of great romances out there, but I want to focus on friendships and familial relationships. Even if you send in one of my OTPs, I'm going to write them platonically. Also, I'm perfectly happy to write about my usual blorbos, but I think it would be a fun challenge to try to write characters I wouldn't normally go for. Check out my main blog @novelmonger for my main fandoms, or go ahead and send in some characters to see if I know them. I'd love to fill all of these prompts, so feel free to send me LOTS :D
Non-exhaustive list of duos I'd like to write:
Ed and Al (FMA)
Ed and Mustang (FMA)
Steve and Bucky (MCU)
Steve and Sam (MCU)
Sam and Bucky (MCU)
Frodo and Sam (LotR)
Legolas and Gimli (LotR)
Sam and Dean (Supernatural)
John and Sherlock (BBC Sherlock)
Rakka and Reki (Haibane Renmei)
Link and Navi (Zelda)
Fai and Kurogane (Tsubasa Chronicle)
Shion and Nezumi (No.6)
Hyakkimaru and Dororo (Dororo)
Nate and Sully (Uncharted)
Nate and Sam (Uncharted)
Joel and Ellie (The Last of Us)
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan (Star Wars)
Beat and Rhyme (The World Ends with You)
Kara and Alice (Detroit: Become Human)
Hank and Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
L and Watari (Death Note)
Din and Grogu (The Mandalorian)
#let me count the ways#ask games#in defense of platonic love#i'm planning to use this as motivation/reward/hopefully-staving-off-burnout as i head into the challenging climax of my main wip#depending on how carried away i get with these i might have to put an informal word limit on them or something
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Thranduil and Josie pt. 141- The Mad King
Summary: Thranduil and company arrive at their temporary destination. The King enjoys a not so private river bath. Elrond has deep concerns and makes them known. Legolas learns a shocking truth. The camp is being stalked. Another revelation comes to light. Aragorn and Boromir bicker. Raven gives up. She also learns a truth. A carnival takes place as Josie fights her distraught mind. She makes a wish that does not go unheard. Raven braves the wrath of Thranduil.
*Warnings* smut, angst, language, suicidal tendencies
NOTES: I have had the honor of collaborating on the Thranduil/Elrond scenes in this chapter with a very talented writer and one I consider a friend @redeemer46, because no other writes the Rivendell ruler better. Please check her Thranduil fic out on AO3 titled "Because The King Says" if you have not already, for you will not be disappointed. It is beautifully written and will draw you right in. There will be more of of this collaboration in my future chapters as well between the two elf lords. Thank you my Thrandy girl! A little easter egg shout out to you is included. I'll let you find it 😉
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(https://archiveofourown.org/works/36929689/chapters/92136106)
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The sun has set and the moon had taken over on the west side of the Misty Mountains near the Bruinen's edge as Thranduil and company entered Elrond's base camp for the night. Come breaking dawn, they would the make their way to Imladris with expectations of arriving there by nightfall as long as no more trouble followed them.
There must have been at least fifty tents, but Thranduil new exactly which one was for him as both his and Elrond's were the biggest ones there and designated by color, Thranduil's being almost as Ivory as his long silken strands.
Of course the Elvenking quickly dismounted his white horse and bee-lined inside for the wine he knew his old friend would have waiting for him. He stood with his eyes closed with a sigh, savoring the sweet Dorwinion vintage as it rolled down his throat, then his eyes wandered about the spacious quarters. It was surely fit for a King as Elrond had thought of everything, from the bed linens to an array of clothing, in which Thranduil immediately laid out his chosen evening wear...but first, he needed a quick dip in the Bruinen to cleanse himself of the orc and goblin blood.
The aroma of food began to fill the air as multiple firepits sizzled with a variety of meats, for Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf and Gimli would soon tear into that before cleaning up.
In the meantime, all were settling into their tents...all except Raven who stood alone watching elves move about the camp, not knowing what to do or say as she felt extremely out of place.
"Come." Thranduil said from behind her, making her spin around with a startled squeal.
"Come...where??"
"Place your belongings in the tent and accompany me to the river. If anyone needs cleansing, it is you after all of that needless upheaving. You will be resting in my tent and I will not inhale that foul smell any longer, for there is not enough wine in the entirety of this camp to dissuade my mind from it."
She did as he said, noticing only one bed as she placed her bag inside.
"Talk about glamping." she whispered, then trotted after him to catch up since he certainly was not going to wait for her. Thranduil was patient but not with uncleanliness.
The King wasted no time removing his armor and disrobing right in front of Raven, who forced her eyes to the ground, but she found them betraying her, catching a glorious view of his bare backside as Thranduil walked into the water.
He then turned to face her as she stood frozen at all of him showing down to the base of his cock.
"If you are awaiting an invitation, you will not get one, for my bareness should speak for itself."
Raven hesitantly began undressing, so slowly she noticed Thranduil's lips purse as he gawked at her. Taking in a deep breath, she released it and quickly stripped to get it over with, then covered her breasts with her arm and lower region with her other hand as she walked into the freezing water.
"As if I have not viewed your form before. Do not play bashful girl, for we both know you are far from that. Rest your arms at your side and come to me."
Raven shivered and began to wade forward, finally standing before the Elvenking's enormous frame, for her head barely reached his shoulders.
"Wash yourself." he flatly ordered as his eyes narrowed down at her.
She lowered herself into the ice bath while he observed and did as he commanded, including rinsing the foul taste from her mouth to please his keen senses.
"Now...wash me."
Raven's trembling hands cupped and scooped up the water, then she drizzled it over him multiple times until his entire body was shimmering in the moonlight. She then placed her hands flat upon his chest and began gently scrubbing him. As she did so, she lightly gasped as she now felt the head of his cock poking her stomach. She could feel his heavy stare as well. Glancing up at him, his pupils had consumed his blues.
"Do...you want me to wash your...face? You have some...blood on your cheeks."
Thranduil was not about to let her touch him in such an intimate place, so he lowered himself under the water, giving his face a quick scrub and then rose back up. His saturated platinum hair was slicked back and now gleaming along with his skin. Raven almost lost her breath at the majestic view and the King noticed it.
Without warning, Thranduil swooped her up against him and trekked through the water to a large rock on the shore. He set her down and abruptly spun her around to face it, then pushed her into it with his full slick body against her backside. He growled into her neck as his solid cock slipped between her thighs. Raven could not deny the desire she felt in that moment as her core began to ache for his thickness to ravage her.
"Thran..Thranduil..." she panted. "Can...can I turn around?"
"There is no need to be seen. My cock does not desire your face."
With that said, he shoved into her, his full length filling her up on that one push as she released a hard squeal.
"Bite your tongue girl. I do not wish for an audience." he snapped and began grinding up into her with forceful thrusts as his hands gripped the rock above her head, his knuckles turning white.
After a few minutes of this, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.
"Place your feet upon the rock."
She did so and Thranduil slammed back into her, pounding in a frenzy as he panted into her ear.
"Do not take too long, for I will not wait for your satisfaction, nor will I continue to entertain it once I have had my own."
It didn't take much for her to unwind, for the position she was in had Thranduil's cock finding her sweet spot in mere seconds. Her entire body went into involuntary tremors as her walls contracted over him.
"Oh godddddd!!!!" she accidentally wailed as she rocked her hips into his long hard strides.
Thranduil's eyes and lips were planted shut as he neared release. His mouth then burst open as he withdrew, letting his essence pulsate over her back.
"Josephine...." he grunted as his hips worked through the powerful climax, causing Raven's eyes to widen.
Realizing what he had just unwillingly let slip from his lips, he dropped Raven and backed away from her as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Gather your things and go."
"Ok but..."
"Glenn- hi!" (Go now) he shouted, making her jump.
Raven didn't know what it meant but she had a pretty good idea that she needed to leave, and so she did.
Thranduil waded through the water in a fit of rage, cleansing his manhood as it was becoming firm again. As he walked up onto the shore to get dressed, he dropped down onto his back and just laid there, gazing up at the stars, not wanting to go back.
In that moment, it was just him and the night sky above. In that moment, he allowed himself to feel what he was fighting. Closing his eyes, his hand gripped his throbbing girth and he began to softly stroke it as he saw your face.
"Thranduil, my love..." your voice whispered in the breeze causing his hips to push up into his slow gentle strokes.
His breathing began to intensify as his release was teasing him, torturing him, taunting him over how good it was going to feel. Thranduil gave in as his hand vigorously slid up and down his entire shaft, his knees pinching together. He could not hold back any longer as the swollen head of his cock was solid red, screaming at him...and so he vulnerably screamed back as he exploded into climax.
"Ahhhhh...ah..ah..Josephine...ahhhhhh!!"
Thranduil panted heavily as he coaxed out his remaining seed through the slowing pulses of his softening cock until his hips jerked to a stop. His hand fell to his side as his wide disbelieving eyes gazed at the moon, reeling in the afterglow. It was short lived though as the Elvenking awakened inside of him and reprimanded Thranduil's feelings once more.
His teeth gritted as his moonstone eyes darkened with disgust. He flung up and took a quick dip to cleanse his bodily fluids away and then promptly dressed. On his way back to the camp, he slashed his twin swords through every piece of shrubbery in his path as he spoke through his teeth.
"You will not control me with your enchantment, sorceress! No more!"
Thranduil walked past the feasting party in a steady march to his tent without offering a single glance at any of them, and one's eyes he was deliberately avoiding. His son's.
Upon entry to his safe haven, he was taken aback to see a black cloaked figure sitting on the vanity bench. Immediately, he knew whom it was.
"Lord Elrond. I was certain you would be about, feasting with the others and sipping on the fine spirits of Dorwinion, yet here you are like a thief in the night wishing to grace me with your undesired opinions. I am far too toilworn for this entrapment."
Elrond stood up and removed his hood as his deep blues fixated on the Elvenking in a rather serious manner.
Thranduil disappeared around the dividing curtain to change into his evening wear, knowing Elrond was going to remain right there and force his thoughts upon him.
"Enervated I am sure you are after all you have endured, there and....here. I have always known you to be a King of discretion but it would seem it is not to your concern at this time after your very indiscreet tryst in the river."
Thranduil then came out in his evening robe and went straight to the wine table.
"I do not feel that any tryst of mine, neither here nor anywhere is of anyone's concern, so why is it that you feel it is of yours?"
"Because I would not take you for the kind to take a dhampir into your charge. Especially one who was instrumental in seeing you to your current state. How do you explain this to her sister, your wife, as you know Josephine will not look upon this kindly?"
"Do not speak of that woman to me. Both are merely a means to an end. She is no longer my consort. I will return to my kingdom, reclaim my daughter and then the witch will be of no use to me."
Elrond's brow lifted in utter astonishment. "I see the Elvenking has transcended his rumored passing but Thranduil does not fare as well."
"I am one and the same. Do not talk to me as if my mind has split in two."
"Ah, no my friend. Your mind is very much in tact. It is your soul, your heart that battles in a different direction."
"The only direction my heart and soul seeks is to retire here in this chair and consume many more glasses of this fine wine....in solidarity." Thranduil retorted with annoyed eyes.
"I can see you are not ready for this conversation and in much need of rest. At some point you will be and I will lend my ears and thoughts at that time."
"It would seem your ears have heard enough old friend." Thranduil quipped with a slight smirk.
Elrond's brows furrowed as he did not find the humor in the Elvenking's statement.
"One does not have to have the keen ears of an elf to hear the atrocities openly displayed here tonight. If I may ask of the Elvenking to relay these last words to the old and wise Thranduil. The only entrapment you are under is that of which Jareth has bestowed upon you. Your current feelings may seem real to you, but your memories still remain of your true ones. How do you explain them? You cannot, for there is no logic you can invent to deny the past. Your heart and mind are at war and your mind will eventually lose for it is a battle it cannot win. I can only hope you will come to your senses before someone else wins the heart that yours so desperately beats for. Enjoy your evening."
Elrond departed, leaving Thranduil to soak in his words of wisdom, although the Lord of Rivendell knew it was going to take much much more than words to undo the seemingly irreparable damage.
"What do you make of that?" Boromir quietly asked Aragorn as they sat side by side at the fire.
As he puffed on his pipe, Aragorn glanced over to see Raven sitting by her lonesome, picking at the variety of charred meats upon her plate.
"A mere child who's suffered a tragic life and has no family. Arwen seems to see something good inside of her as she would a wounded wolf."
"And you?"
"Her presence can only bring more suffering and danger to all that she is near. Elrond will never permit her to remain in Rivendell, for Jareth will come back for her with a vengeance."
"It's quite sad, for one to be all alone with no family."
"She has a sister that justifiably despises her. The one you seek to speak with."
"The...queen of Mirkwood...is her sister? But that would mean...." Boromir replied as he then trailed off in thought as Aragorn explained.
"Half I suppose one would call it. They share a mother who was also evil. Raven followed in her footsteps and she has hurt so many with her evil. She could be of a good heart if she truly desired it, but forgiveness will not likely ever be offered to her. It will not matter to the death dealers one way or the other. They will find her before forgiveness even has the slightest chance. She would be better off to face the dealers than the wrath of King Thranduil, for he will realize his dire mistake someday. Forgiveness will never come from him. He would soon cut out his own tongue before he spoke such words. Raven is merely temporary until his heart awakens to his one true love."
Raven's eyes rolled up from her plate to glare at the two gossiping men, for they had forgotten of her vampire hearing. Her eyes began to flicker a hint of fiery orange, for she just wanted to blast them off their rocks for speaking of her as if they even knew her at all. Instead, she slammed her fork onto her plate and stood up in a fit of rage.
"I do wish to have a good heart, but it is those such as you that take any hope of that away!!" she shouted as she dropped her plate on the ground, then marched off towards the river in tears.
"It is too bad, that she cannot have her sister in her life, but now it all makes sense with Thranduil and all. I should not speak ill of the situation, for my own is of no better and it just became worse. The only difference is, I would die for Faramir." Boromir continued now that they were alone, or so they thought. "The information that has surfaced changes nothing of how I feel for him. He will always be my brother, even if he is not of my blood."
"Boromir, I can see that you now realize that because she and Josephine share the same mother..."
"Yes...I can see it now, in her blue eyes....this means that not only is Faramir the Queen's twin brother, but Raven's sibling as well...."
Legolas stood in the shadows of the forest, reeling over all that he had just unintentionally heard, for he was merely returning from relieving himself when he had heard Raven's outburst. He then quietly turned and headed back to his tent before Aragorn and Boromir knew of his presence.
Raven fell to her knees at the river's edge, trying to catch her breath and contain her wasted tears, for she felt no one cared of her pain.
In a bate of fury, she stood up and began picking up large stones, hurling them one after the other at the the rock she was just screwed stupid on while releasing an array of profanity with each strike.
The moonlight reflected in certain areas of the darkened water, in which she then saw something moving through it. As it came into view, she then saw slimy bony fingers attached to a log. Gasping deeply, she bolted off, knowing who it was. When she came scurrying around a giant boulder, she ran smack dab into Boromir's arms with Aragorn right behind him.
"Hey there, slow down, where's the fire?" he chuckled.
"Th...the...the...w...w..water!!! There's....he's...." she frantically stuttered with giant eyes as she pointed at it.
Boromir released her and peeked around the rock as did Aragorn.
"Gollum..." Aragorn confirmed. "He's followed us from the mountain."
"What if he's led the enemy to our whereabouts? That will make the rest of our journey more dangerous. What does he want?" Boromir quietly asked.
"Me..." Raven answered. "I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance, but...I...I was trying to do something good for once and look where that got me."
"Yes, you should have, for nothing good comes from him...or you." Aragorn coldly said.
"It will never matter what I do...as you said, I will never be forgiven even if I try to change!"
"The things you have done makes you unworthy of redemption."
"Aragorn. Give the girl a break. Can't you see she's frightened and has no one?" Boromir shockingly claimed in Raven's defense.
Aragorn tilted his head in astonishment. "She has plenty for the time being. Knowing what you now know has made you soft and unwise. She cannot be trusted."
"You are so quick to trust King Thranduil when his mind has been altered. It is he who brought her here amongst his own people. She seems to want to change, but you will not see that."
"It is you who is blinded my friend, by your own good heart. Josephine trusted her too when they first met at Lestat's and look where that got her. This girl that you deem worthy of salvation is half witch, half vampire, a natural enemy with just cause and is having relations with her own sister's husband without an ounce of remorse and it is she who has placed the King in such a predicament against his will."
"It would seem the King's will is the only thing he is control of....If she just felt that someone was on her side, for he is not, if she had a family, in which she now can. Faramir is no different than her and he is good!"
Raven stood dumbfounded at the complete stranger's confusing words and defense of her to the adamant Aragorn of her inability to change.
'"Faramir was not raised as she was! He does not know evil. You're a fool to trust what you think is merely a frightened child. She is a killer of children, a monster...and I pray you do not find that out the hard way. The only person left to get through to you is the Queen herself for I will not endanger my own family for the likes of a soulless dhampir. She has already torn one apart that may never get back what they had. Because of her, King Thranduil was denied his presence of the birth of his daughter. His queen suffered that beautiful moment without him at her side. I cannot imagine how terrified she must have been, nor the grief she endures believing he is passed on. I was there Boromir, when it all happened. Josephine was inconsolable. Open your eyes Boromir, before you become the next casualty of war in trusting the wicked one."
Aragorn then stormed off while Raven stood there speechless and shaking.
"I..ummm...I don't know who you are...but..thank you for...trying to help, but..don't waste your breathe or time on someone like me. Aragorn is right. I am a lost cause."
She ran off back to the camp, but this time with no tears, just a mixture of pent up anger and wanting to give up as thoughts of turning herself over to the Nazgul raced through her mind.
Raven went speeding through the camp and was quickly halted by Arwen's call to her.
"Are you alright child?"
"I am not a child and I do not like your husband!" she barked. "And stop being nice to me before he turns on you for it. I am not worth it and I do not want to wreck another happy family. I think I am just going to do everyone a favor and turn myself over to the dealers, for I have nothing to live for or look forward to."
"Oh but you do young Clover. It will be of no use to offer your life to them once they learn the truth, for they will not be able to harm you per their own laws."
"What?? What the hell are you talking about lady? what truth???"
Arwen walked up to her and placed her hand on her stomach.
"The truth of life that grows within you."
You sat in Lola's wash room, silently crying your eyes out as you read Garrett's goodbye letter over and over. How could he do this to you for the umpteenth time? How could he leave you at all? How could Legolas leave you? How could Julian leave you? How could Thranduil leave you???
You told yourself Garrett would be back. He always came back....but something in his letter, his choice of words, or better yet, the way he worded them, worried you...and you could do absolutely nothing about it because no one knew where he went and he wouldn't answer you.
"Pull yourself together Jo, for it just doesn't matter anymore." you told yourself as you looked in the mirror at your red swollen eyes.
Into the bath you went, quickly washing up and got out before you fell asleep and dared to dream again.
"Lola...I think I will just wear a simple skirt and casual top. I am in no mood for dressing up. I don't know why Narcisse insists on making such a fuss over my birthday anyways. It's just another day. Can you help me with my hair though? It's so long and unruly and I don't know where Haldir is to help me braid it and he probably wouldn't anyways since he's still mad at me. He probably left me too...."
There you went, hands over your face, bawling again.
"Miss Josie, what's the matter??"
You vigorously rubbed your tears away and shook your head, forcing Garrett out of it.
"Nothing Lola. Nothing at all. Don't mind me. Now, let's put our big girl panties on and go have some fun."
After you were both satisfied with your attire, off you, Lola and Leean went to the outside festivities with a purple flower in your hair.
As the three of you rounded the trees, your breath was taken away by the sight of the entire bay area. The football sized lawn was filled with a carnival of colorful tents, large and small, with people scattered about...and there were beautiful red pontoon boats at the bay's edge.
The only thing that was missing was Narcisse...and Haldir.
The air was cool but you were plenty warm in your long sleeves. There was only a few hours left before sunset in which then you would have Lola take Leean inside, so you decided to walk her around to look at things she may be interested in.
As you came to a large red tent, there was a crowd of people in line with may children. On the side of it sat a large iron barred carriage filled with straw and smelled of a wild animal.
"Lola... what'sin there. Is it something Leean would like to see?"
The nanny didn't even have to answer as the beast within let out a well known roar, making Leean jump and her bottom lip pout and quiver.
"Oh my god, Lola, there is a lion in there?"
"A tiger actually. King Blaze comes a few times a year with his Ringmaster from just outside the city and they do a little show for the children. Honestly I think it's more for Lord Narcisse's entertainment than anyone else as you know his love of animals, but please don't tell him I said that. Don't worry though, he is very well trained and even understands our words. Lord Narcisse speaks to him all the time."
"That certainly does not surprise me." you replied, remembering Stephane's ability to communicate with animals just as Thranduil could. If only your crow would come back, maybe Narcisse could translate what he has been trying to tell you. You were willing to bet Narcisse was in the tent as well.
"Well, judging by Leean's reaction, I don't think she will like the tiger so I am just going to take her to see what else is here."
"Pretty much anything you would find at a carnival, you'll find here. There is a small petting zoo around the corner that would be more fitting for her."
You must have spent over an hour with the animals. It was perfect for her as she giggled, squealed and playfully patted an array of rabbits, goats and deer on their heads, for it was the first time she had ever seen such a sight. She was beside herself when you took her away as she carried her father's miffed look about her entire face.
As you exited the animal pen, Narcisse came walking up, offering a respectful bow.
"Ahh, there is the birthday girl, looking exquisite as always."
"And there is my favorite little girl, yes she is, hello sweetheart Leean." he continued as he softly shook her hand, speaking in his incredibly adorable baby voice that made you swoon every time. Your mind wandered for a moment thinking about how Garrett had never even held her, or really had never even had a good look at her, but you knew that was because he was too afraid to ask and of course he was probably worried about everyone losing their minds over it if he had. Now you felt even worse, because you should have asked him if he wanted to, for it was your decision and no one else's.
"You've come just in time. Would you three ladies like to accompany me on a short boat ride about the inlet? I have a surprise for you Jo."
"Sure, alright." you agreed with a smile.
You had a surprise for him as well tomorrow, and you couldn't wait to see how happy Stephane would be to see his horse, Arion, alive and well.
He assisted you and Leean first onto the watercraft, then Lola and of course when your fingers met his, a hefty static shock passed between them, tickling the inside of your stomach. At that moment, you had slightly gasped and glanced into Stephane's bright blue eyes, that flashed of starlight for a split second, for he had felt it too.
There were two cushioned benches, one at the front and one in the back of the boat with a table in the center, which consisted of many fragrant fruits and a carafe of red wine. Narcisse poured you a glass first, then Lola, eventually filling his own and then seating himself beside you as Lola sat solo on the opposite end, which you feel she did intentionally. She had made it no secret that she was aware of her employers feelings towards you.
"A toast, shall we, to a timeless beauty who deserves nothing but happiness and everything her heart desires." Stephane said, looking deeply into your eyes, making his intentions known of his own desires.
You awkwardly smiled and took a sip as did he, with Lola only raising her glass.
"Lola, do not be rude. Jo may not be a queen of these lands but she is still a Queen and deserves to be respected as such."
"Apologies my lord, but I will be tending to the little one this evening and need to keep a clear mind, for your notorious wine is called wicked for a most validated reason."
Your eyes slightly stung when she said little one. It would seem your mind was not going to spare you this night of the vampire.
"Stephane, it is completely fine if she does not want to drink. It only proves her devotion to my daughter, which puts some of my mind at ease that she is well cared for and loved." you told him in her defense and also to distract your thoughts.
"Very well. You may refrain from the wicked wine, because the Queen says." Narcisse said with a cute wink to you.
Once the boatman had the pontoon out in the center of the inlet, Narcisse got up and pulled something out of a wooden box. As he carried it to the table and sat it down, your eyes swelled up. It was a small birthday cake of white icing, trimmed in purple decoration with some kind of flower like contraption on top.
"My lady. I know this birthday is not the way you wanted it to be, but I hope this will still make you smile."
He then handed you a match. "Here. Light the center." he explained with a sly grin.
You handed Leean to Lola and took the match, striking it on the wooden table and then lighting the wick, which burst into a bright firework like flame. The plastic flower then popped open to reveal at least a dozen lit purple candles that turned about like a carousel.
You laughed with wide eyes, and then cried.
"My lady, I said smile, not cry sweetheart." Stephane sweetly said and wiped your tears so gently.
"They're happy tears Stephane. Thank you so much for this."
"I know the cake is rather boring. I tried to make it as visually inviting as i could."
"Wait...you...you made this yourself??"
"I did...along with some choice words to bring it to perfection that I will not repeat."
You instantly hugged him, completely catching him off guard.
"Thank you...so much. This means a lot to me. It is perfect." you softly spoke into his ear and then kissed his cheek.
Narcisse turned a slight rosy shade as he smiled. "Alright then...make a wish my lady."
As the night sky began to darken, you silently made the wish you would always make, for Thranduil to be alive, even if you knew it was impossible. With every ounce of love in your heart for that elf, you closed your eyes and blew out the candles, surprisingly snuffing them out in one shot, just as your heart was that fatal night.
Thranduil had finally dozed off in his Kingly chair within his Kingly tent after finishing off his carafe of wicked wine. But he was soon awakened in a fright by a haunting voice rippling through his mind as his chalice fell from his hand, clanking loudly upon the ground.
"My King, my love, my birthday wish is only for you to return to my awaiting arms, for this day's only meaning was that I was born to find you, the other half of my soul, my heart, my mind and body. We will always be one and I live only for our daughter and for the day you and I will be joined as one again, the way it was always meant to be. I will find you and your lips again one day. Please come back to me, for I so wish it. More than nin own cuil." (More than my own life)
"Josephine!" he shouted, startling a sleeping Raven awake on the nearby dressing bench.
"Thranduil??" she asked with tired eyes as she sat up.
The Elvenking sat frozen for a moment, trying to understand what had just occurred. When he realized what it was, he swiftly stood up and went straight back to a new carafe of wine without saying a word as he stood and gulped a glass down with his back to Raven. His lips savored in the taste of the wine's sweetness as he recalled your words of finding his lips again. He closed his eyes and lightly licked them, then he completely shut down as he spun around.
"Why are you there and not in my bed?"
"I...well...I was not invited." she lied. Now that she knew she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was, Raven was absolutely terrified to tell Thranduil, for if the child was his, he would never let her, not to mention, she was sick of being used for sex. Of course, if it was Jareth's, that was a whole 'nother hell to face. She truly wished it to be Garrett's, but she knew the probability of that was slim to none.
"Have I not invited you onto my cock? Surely that would be a blatant invitation, would it not?"
"Then why were you calling out my sister's name just now in your sleep?" Raven asked in a pissy tone as she stood up.
"Never mind that. It was purely a night terror that I plan to drown away...and then pleasure away."
His dilated eyes were undressing her as he spoke in his perversion and walked up to her.
"Pleasure away? You mean fulfill the pleasure you secretly desire for her. Any fool can see that. Would it help if I transform into her image again?"
Raven's sarcasm was not taken lightly.
"And that fool would be you girl! Do not be presumptuous of my affections! It is preposterous!"
"I presume nothing. The only thing that is ridiculous here is that you pretend to feel nothing for Josie. Why else would you not look at me when you fuck me? It is your guilt, that is why. You don't want me no more than you want your memories, but the thing is, you do want them. They're haunting you for a reason and that reason is because you love her whether you want to or not."
"What do you know about love dhampir??! Nothing!! So do not speak to me about it! Do not speak of that woman in my presence or you will find yourself all on your own again, at Jareth's and the dealers mercy!" he raged in an incredulous bark.
"Even here, I am still alone so it does not matter to me. Throw me out, I do not care. It would be for everyone's benefit if you did so. You're only losing your mind right now because you know what I speak is true and you cannot stand having no control over said truth! She may be out of sight but she is clearly not out of mind, or your heart. You can't fight fate and one day you will have to face her and what you feel for her because absence only makes the heart grow fonder, and that is what is happening right now. Your heart aches for her and I am merely a distraction form that ache."
Thranduil advanced and towered over her, leering down into her wide eyes with his lips severely pursed.
"It is like you are intentionally trying to dissuade me of my course. Why is that? You feel nothing for that witch just as I do not, regardless of your senseless rantings that I do. Need I remind you of your debt to me? You will remain at my side and in my bed."
"Why? because the King says??!" she bravely snarked.
"Yes, because I so order it. There is no absolution for you out there in this world, only eventual death. That is something you also need to face in your petulant little mind. I have had enough of your twisted tongue. If there is anything that I am going to pretend, it is that this conversation never took place, and for your sake, it would be well advised that it does not again, for this night is too heavy to deal with you. Dawn will come soon and a fresh start will accompany it. Now, climb into my bed and put that twisted tongue to a worthy use."
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Hey, how are you?
Thinking about Mollie's origin and culture, could you recommend a book or movie?
In fact, I'm going to start reading Jane Eyre under the influence of Still Waters ;)
hello! thank you for such an amazing question. since you said "origin and culture," it really got me thinking on what I would consider as influences for Still Waters and how I came to conceive of Mollie & the story in general...
I think there have been three main influences: literary classics, kdrama, and fanfiction--a mix of high and low culture. This mixture is reflected in Still Waters; readers may choose a surface-level read, or they may choose to read more deeply into the thematic elements... either is perfectly fine and neither is preferable to the other.
In each category, I'll list a few works with some relevant links to books, movies, TV shows, etc. You also might be interested in a post I made awhile back discussing books I've named in the work.
Literary classics
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
Gutenberg, BBC 2006, BBC 1983
Like Still Waters, Jane Eyre is a coming-of-age and romance with an older man with a dark past. I've read it many times by now, and it's so fascinating to observe how my relationship with it has changed--I used to think of it as the epitome of romance, but now I have much more nuanced thoughts about it. There have been many more adaptations than the ones I have listed; it is also fascinating to see how differently people interpret it... which dovetails my experience--this book seems to grow with people as they change.
Works by Jane Austen
Mansfield Park: Gutenberg, ITV
Persuasion: Gutenberg, ITV
Both of these works feature introvert women as protagonists; many people around them tend to underestimate them because they are naturally quiet and outwardly obedient. Persuasion is also the classic example of slow burn and mutual pining.
Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston
Goodreads
This work is a coming-of-age myth/memoir featuring a Chinese American female protagonist. While it's not a romance, Woman Warrior showed me how flimsy the divider between fantasy and reality can be, and how language can be used to blur the lines. It's also written in first person.
Korean Dramas
When I was younger, I watched many kdramas. I think what really impressed upon me at the time is how small gestures can mean so much to someone, the softness that men could exhibit, and unfortunately for all my readers, how much I loved the tension & anguished pain before the main couple finally got together (or not)...
Some kdramas I'd recommend: My Lovely Sam Soon, Coffee Prince, Crash Landing on You, To My Star 1 & 2.
Fanfiction
Some of you might be amused to know my very first work on AO3 was an explicit M/M oneshot in 2014. I've been reading and writing fanfiction for a long time; in fanfiction, one could transcend the mores of traditional media and remake relationships to feature more equality, male leads that did not have toxic masculinity, etc...
When I watched Peaky Blinders for the first time, I immediately felt that Tommy's relationship with his mother was quite pivotal and yet never explored. I also hated that the Chinese people in the series were relegated to decorative ethnic roles. If they had swapped out Chinese for Japanese, it wouldn't have mattered a bit to the story... and so the idea for Still Waters came surprisingly quickly out of my discontent!
I would informally posit that the past few years of the rocketing popularity of spicy romance novels has largely been due to fanfiction and how it was able to push the boundaries and show publishers what people in our subpopulation actually liked... it was fanfiction where I read my first slow burns coupled with expertly written smut that to this day, are quite a bit better than what I read in a traditionally published book.
Here are some fanfictions I'd recommend:
[Redemption of Love] Fandom: Lord of the Rings, Pairing: Legolas/Thranduil
[Going Live] Fandom: EXO; Pairing: Kai/Reader
[Redamancy] Fandom: James Bond, Pairing: James Bond/Q
[Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love] Fandom: Harry Potter, Pairing: Draco/Hermione
[Beginning and End] Fandom: Harry Potter, Pairing: Draco/Hermione
[my life is better when we're together] Fandom: Kuroko no basuke, Pairing: Midorima/Kise
[In Darkest Knights, The Brightest Sparks] Fandom: Batman, Pairing: Batman/Harley Quinn
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2022 Fanfic Year in Review: Arveldis on AO3
Thanks for the tag @viola-ophelia!
I branched out in fandoms this year, so some of the fics mentioned in this aren’t for Turn.
Total Completed Works: 17
Word Count: 43,952, which is slightly inflated because of the rollover from my Turn WIP, And Every Winter Turn to Spring, that I started in 2021, but is, nonetheless, a lot better than last year’s word count!
Fandoms I’ve Written In: Narnia, HP, Six of Crows, LOTR, The Silmarillion, and Turn
Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: More! I’m really happy with what I wrote this year. Last year, I struggled with burnout for most of the year and didn’t end up writing much of what I had hoped to write because of that. This year, I was determined to not let that happen again and did better at stepping back when I needed to. I switched back and forth from writing fics to making edits when I needed a mental break, so I’m happy with what I accomplished, considering that I split my time between the two.
What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?: I’d been rotating the idea for with death on his brow like a crown (Silmarillion, G, Finrod & Aegnor) in my mind for months before writing it, and I was thrilled to finally pull the fic together and post it. I wanted to explore Finrod and Aegnor’s relationship with each other, look at Aegnor and Andreth’s relationship from an outside perspective, play with Finrod’s canon foresight, and pose how Aegnor came to his decision to leave Andreth. I’m really happy with how it turned out and how readers responded to it,
Do You Have Any Fanfic Goals For The New Year?: I want to branch out more with the characters I write for. I tend to get stuck in a rut (one that I happily dig myself into) and write for the same characters over and over, and I’d like to give some other characters a chance.
Most Popular Story Of The Year?: By hits, it’s from western woods to eastern sea (Narnia, G, misc. characters and ships), which is a collection of miscellaneous Narnia ficlets I wrote for the 2022 Three Sentence Ficathon on Dreamwidth.
By kudos, it’s here at journey’s end (LOTR, G, Frodo Baggins & Legolas), a oneshot set post-ROTK that examines Frodo’s and Legolas’ similar circumstances in wanting to leave Middle-earth but knowing they must stay for those they care about. Given that Frodo and Legolas famously don’t interact much in either the books or the films, and given that this was only the sixth fic in the Frodo & Legolas tag on AO3, I wasn’t sure there would be much of an audience for it. So I’m very happy it was received well!
Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: There was a lot of enthusiasm here on Tumblr for the headcanon I used in for time runs more swiftly than justice (Silmarillion, G, Aegnor/Andreth), but the response to it on AO3 was pretty...lackluster, which was disappointing. I still really love my headcanon, though. :’)
Most Fun Story To Write: I had a lot of fun researching myths, constellations, and historical astronomy discoveries to weave together in bodies of dust illuminated (Turn, G, Anna Strong/Edmund Hewlett). I also—shockingly, given my preference for writing description—really enjoyed writing the dialogue for the fic.
And I have to give a shoutout to the Three Sentence Ficathon (link to my collected fills on AO3), which was far and away the highlight of my year for fic writing. It was my first time participating in it, and I had a blast! I’m not sure how I churned out all the fills that I did, except that it was addicting.
Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Hmm...I never know how to answer this one. I can’t think of any work in particular that’s telling, although I’m sure you could glean something about me from some of my most-used tags/tropes/concepts—perhaps that almost every fic I write is tagged with “character study” or “introspection.” I’m sure it’s also patently obvious that I’m a giant nerd when it comes to doing research for fics.
Biggest Disappointment: Considering that the goal I wrote for last year’s edition of this was to finish AEWTTS in 2022, and I ultimately ended up posting just two chapters of it and haven’t had any inspiration for it since…that was disappointing.
My biggest disappointment, though, has been feeling like the majority of the fics I’ve posted since fall haven’t landed well with readers. I’ve been feeling more and more like I’m posting fics into the void, unfortunately.
Biggest Surprise: I’m still surprised I started posting Silmarillion fics despite not having read the book in 10 years, but really, with how forgetful I am, it wouldn’t matter whether I read it ten minutes ago or ten years ago. :D Tolkien Gateway, I owe you everything.
Tagging @tortoisesshells and any other writers who follow me! I think all of the writers I know in this fandom have already been tagged, but if I’ve missed you, feel free to jump in.
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Hi, I hope you’re doing well <3 I’m a huge fan of your writing and your whole work in general :) I remember once in one of your fanfics the queen says she lost a son to dragon fire and I’ve been wondering ever since if it was Mirion because you mentioned that there was peace won through Mirion’s death before? So was there some sort of dragon situation at Mirkwood? I love your writing so much and I’m so sorry if the grammar is messed up English isn’t my first language :)) I hope it was understandable lol because I came to this conclusion out nowhere honestly but I love your writing <3
What a lovely question and message to receive; thank you, Anon! <3 I am honored to have you as a "huge fan", and am just happy you even read "The Broken Shield", and remembered this part of it!:
“He already lost one son to dragons, and he refused to risk another,” said the Queen, her voice now barely above a whisper. “That is the thought that ruled my King’s decision to turn his army back.” - The Broken Shield
I've been vague about the exact details about the deaths of Thranduil's elder sons, Legolas's older brothers. I have a strange reluctance to spoil plot points, which is illogical since I've already spoiled plenty of things about my AU stories, and there is no guarantee I will be able to write out everything in full fics.
But here is the condensed answer to your question about "The Prince Who was Killed By Dragons".
It was not Mirion. Mirion died in direct combat against the Necromancer himself in Third Age 2063. Although he technically lost the battle, he managed to weaken Dol Guldur’s forces and set Thranduil's wrath upon the cursed stronghold. This resulted in the Necromancer fleeing to the east, leading to four centuries of "The Watchful Peace".
Arvellas was the Thranduilion slain by dragons, but he did not die by dragon fire; he was killed in the onslaught of cold-drakes upon the Halls of King Dain I. This occurred in Third Age 2589, in the culmination of the War of the Dwarves and Dragons.
It was a very tragic event in Thranduil's life and the history of the Woodland Realm, so I would like to tell the story in full (in headcanon form) on a separate post.
Arvellas's death absolutely influenced Thranduil's decision not to intervene in the attack of Smaug (shared in this linked headcanon), which of course affected the history of Erebor and his family's relationship with the the Line of Durin.
Please stay tuned for the separate HC post about Arvellas's heroic death! I'll be reblogging this post with a link to it also. :) Thank you again for your support of my OCs and AU!
Side note: Cold-drakes may not breathe fire, but looking at the artist depictions of them, they definitely look like nasty, cruel monsters!
#sotwk answers#anon asks#thranduil#sotwk headcanon#thranduilion#mirion thranduilion#arvellas thranduilion#silvan elves#durin's folk
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me again! back with more fic writer asks 😎
I was wondering about 3 because I feel like you've mentioned being an archivist or something similar (I don't remember exactly sorry 😭) so I'm curious if you've ever found something in your job that you thought would work in a fic and really researched it or something like that (if that makes any sense XD)
Ooh 4 too! Idk if it means on the actual media material or the fic tho 🤣 probs the actual story haha. How about Dain in the hobbit if you have any as I found him hilarious in MHIAEV! (if I'm allowed to be cheeky and ask for a fic one as well then possibly Bard in MHIAEV...- can you tell I love that story XDD)
5!! I'd love to know if you think there's anything we're all underappreciating
And finally 20! This kinda links to the last one in a way but is there anything you love in a fic of yours that no one's ever mentioned or asked about???
I'll leave it there as I feel like I've bothered you enough with these 😭 thank you so so much for everything that you dooooo <333333
YAY MORE QUESTIONS! Thank you so much! <333333333 *cracks knuckles* Let's see...
3. What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it? ahahaha *sweats* I don't actually research. I write what the characters tell me to write, so I write about stuff I already know - I don't think 'oh I want to write a story about XYZ' and then have to go read up on XYZ before I can write; I don't plan my writing like that. I am indeed an archivist - but that means I don't enjoy research in my free time because it's something I have to do for work. I have, however, included a *lot* of work stuff in All I Want Is You - Bard's mate Stella is basically a self-insert, the house is based on a real one that I work in every now and then, and some of the characters are inspired by members of the family I work for (specifically Thranduil's great-grandmother and great-great-aunt, the two gardeners/photographers/etc), basically because it was stuff I already knew.
4. Share a headcanon about Dáin in The Hobbit/Bard in Empty Vessel! Oh, Dáin, I love him so much. Billy Connolly is an old old favourite and he does such a fantastic job. It's been a very long time since I read the book, but in the movie I absolutely adore how bolshie he is and how rude he is to Thranduil - but I do headcanon that secretly he actually rather likes and respects him and that's why he's so rude. And he has a soft spot for kids so he is very fond of the Bardlings, particularly Sigrid because she stands up to him. XD Bard, meanwhile, in EV-'verse, never quite comes to terms with the whole leadership thing; it was different in Lake-town because he wasn't actually in charge, he was just looking out for the townspeople and trying to keep up a resistance to the Master. Of course, he's a born leader with resting nobility face, and there's nobody else who can even begin to do the job, after the battle, so he steps up because he has to, but he's never really comfortable with it, and he hates that they all decided he was going to have to be called a King.
5. Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed? Ooooh. I do like to put little references to canon like bits of dialogue and so on in there (so I have more than once had Thranduil saying that he's patient and he can wait, and I did recently have Aragorn boldly claiming to the twins that here's one ranger you won't catch off his guard, and Legolas alluding to 'they're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!' for example XD ), and sometimes people pick up on it and sometimes they don't - or at least, if they do they don't mention it in the comments :D I don't think I really have plots or plot points, I'm nowhere near that clever, so I don't think there's anything like that, but there are a lot of callbacks and internal references particularly across most of my canon-set stuff as it's almost all set in Empty Vessel-'verse, and I don't know that anyone's as invested as I am to notice it XD
20. Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to? omg, anything and everything, I would be delighted to talk about whatever anyone wants to ask about; I don't seem to be the sort of author who gets lots of random asks about their writing but it always makes my year when it happens, and when people are kind enough to ask me questions from this sort of meme, which is basically me begging for attention XD I love talking about my headcanons and characters and stories and will happily do it at the slightest of provocations.
Thank you so very much for asking - I appreciate it so much! <3333333333333 (and if anyone else fancies asking me some questions about fic, please do feel free!)
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The Fairyland
Ao3 link here The Fairyland - Chapter 29 - Princessmh9 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 29: Journey to Undersea Realms
{As the sunlight streamed into the bedroom that Genevieve was sleeping in, birds were singing in their sweet melody voices. Genevieve stirred as she opened her eyes and yawned as she set up and looked around the room.}
{Geneveive} I thought I must have been dreaming, but I am not.
{There is a knock on the door as Genevieve calls out come in and Apricot with Kendra and Oberon and Titania enter the room. Genevieve quickly gets out of bed and kneels to them.}
{Titania} Please stand my champion. How did you sleep?
{Genevieve} I slept well thankyou your highness.
{Oberon} We are so pleased to hear that. Before the representees of the other Realms leave, they have gifts they want to give to you. Plus, I think you like to catch up with your cousin.
{Genevieve smiles softly at this} Thankyou. It is lovely to catch up with Alice. I haven't seen her for a while. And the other Realms don't need to give me any gifts. I am very happy to do this for you all. I know Merlin would be very proud of me.
{Oberon} He sure would be. I know my Queen and I are.
{Genevieve} Thankyou your highness.
{Titania} Apricot will help you get dressed for breakfast.
{Apricot} Come on Genevieve, let's get your ready. {She leads her over to the dressing stool and helps Genevieve gets ready as Oberon and Titania leave her to get dress as Kendra stands guard.}
{After Apricot gets Genevieve dressed, Kendra leads her to the dining hall were everyone was seated from last night as Genevieve sits next to Titania. Genevieve smiles as she and Alice catch up with each other. After breakfast, Oberon stands up and everyone goes quiet and look to Oberon as he starts to speak to them}
{Oberon} Genevieve today you start on your journey to the undersea kingdoms of the merfolk. And with this journey you on the way to helping us and fulfilling your destiny to end the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt. But before you start me, and my Queen and the other Realms have gifts that will help you on your journey. Realms
{He says as he looks at them as the representees stand up and hold different items. First came Gandalf the Gray and Elrond the elf with his son Legolas, with the Hobbits and Aragorn and Arwen then the Dwarf Gimli came stepping up. Gimli held a helmet as the others held bits of amour as Gandalf speaks to her.}
{Gandalf} Genevieve we of the Middle Earth thankyou from the bottom of our heart and to show our thanks we give you this armor. It's made from Dwarf steel and will protect you from the evil that is of the Wild Hunt and Unseelie Court. Wear it with honor and proudness and it will do you the strength you need to win.}
{Genevieve} Thank you very much I appreciate it and I will wear it with honor. I promise you that.
{They smile at this as Arwen hands her hand out to Genevieve as she takes it.
{Arwen} If you ever need the help of us Elves from the Middle Earth use your necklace to call us. We will come I promise.
{Genevieve nods thankyou as she smiles as Arwen smiles sweetly as she takes Aragorn hand loving.}
{Next came the goblin king Jareth and his queen Sara.}
{Jareth} Genevieve, from me and my Queen Sara our gift from the Realm of Labyrinth we give you these Crystel Balls use them when you need the help that you can't find.
{Sara hands a case of nine Crystel Balls over to her as she takes them and gasp at the beauty of them.}
{Genevieve} Wow they are so beautiful. Thankyou.
{They smile as they step back and Dorthey and Toto and the Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Lion step in front of her.}
{Dorthey} The Realm of OZ can't thankyou enough for your noble help. The evils of OZ are gathering in force and me and my friends can't hold them back for ever. Our gift to you is the gift of hope. Don't you give up hope no matter how hopeless the problem is. When you have hope, anything is possible. {She then kisses her forehead. When she steps back a mark from the kiss is on her forehead.} This is the mark of hope. Let it fill you with hope that will never end.}
{After they step back Aslan with the 4 siblings Peter, Edward, Susan and Lucy. Susan holds out a horn made from bone.}
{Aslan} Genevieve brave noble kind and loyal, let your heart guide you down the right path and from that path you will never stray. The Realm of Narina gives you this horn. Use it when you in an emergency and need help.}
{Sausan hands her the horn as Genevieve looks at it in amazement.}
{Peter} We stand by you all the way to the end, me and my siblings. {The others nod at this}
{Next came Peter and Wendy as she holds out a small glass jar of Pixie Dust.}
{Peter} We of Never Neverland thank you for helping us. As a gift we give this Pixie Dust. But for it to work you also need faith and trust. Use it wisely Genevieve}
{Geneveive takes the jar as she thanks them kindly as Alice and her friend's come forward.}
{Alice} Cousin I understand how you feel. How you worried that you let us all down but if I know you which I should, I know you will do wonderful things as well as succeed in saving us. As a gift from Wonderland, we want to give you the gift of you finding your muchness. You will need it to defeat the Unseelie Court and Wild Hunt. I can't be more prouder of you cousin. {She smiles as she hugs Genevieve who hugs back.}
{Geneveive} Thankyou cousin.
{Alice smiles at this as she lets King Oberon and Queen Titania step forward}
{Titania} Genevieve these are the gifts of the Realms, and they will help you on your way. Use them well. Our gift to you is that you have Fairyland and Avalon trust and loyalty. We will follow you to our very last breaths we will. You have our trust and that is the most valuable gift of the fairy you could ever have.}
{Genevie smiles as Kendra stands next to her.}
{Kendra} Let's get these in the saddle bags as Shadow is waiting for you and if you are going to arrive there you better leave shortly.
{Genevieve nods at this as she goes to grab some food to put in her bag when Ash walks up to her.}
{Ash} You be careful right? Promise me that please Genevieve. I can't bare it if you are hurt.
{Genevieve smiles playfully at him} Why Ash are you worried about me?
{Ash nervously} Worried? No not worried. Defiantly not worried. More like concerned. Thats, it concerned.
{Genevieve chuckling} Of course you are Ash. Don't worry I promise to be careful. Besides you're not bad compared to the other Suiters that my family tries to get me to marry. {She says as she quickly kisses him on the cheeks to his surprise. When he looks at her, she smiles softly as she turns back to packing her bag. The others smile at this as Lindir leans over to Oberon and whispers in his ears.
{Lindir} Looks like my son and Genevieve have a eye for each other. If we are luckily enough they and wed, we will have a foot in both worlds if that happens.
{Oberon} Yes so it does.
{Titania} But if she does wed how will keep her life in the real world and in this world at the same time?
{Albina} We just have to watch and wait to see but you are right they definitely have feelings blossoming around them.
{After Genevieve packs some food and Kandra arranges for her gifts to packed into the saddle bags, she and the others lead Genevieve to the front of the castle were Shadow was waiting for her. Shadow neighs in delight as he sees her and Genvieve hands him more of the peppermint flowers as he carefully nibbles them from her hand.}
{Kendra} Your amour will be here for you when you get back. Now this map will lead you to the ocean coasts. Stay on the marked path I have worked out for you. {She hands Genevieve the map as she takes it and climbs up on Shadow.}
{Kendra} And Genevieve, whatever you do don't EVER go to the west side of the forests. Wait for us. If the Unseelie and Wild Hunt see that you are on your own, they will kill you without a thought. Be safe Genevieve and come back to us. Now go with the grace and speed of the Oberon and Titania.
{Genevieve nods at this as she gently nudges Shadows side as he rearing up neighing loudly and gallops off down the path as Genevieve turns her head to see everyone including her cousin watching with hopeful eyes.}
{Alice} Be safe cousin
{Genevieve smiled and waved at her cousin Alice as she rode off on Shadow towards the ocean coasts. She felt a mixture of excitement and determination as she embarked on her journey to the undersea kingdoms of the merfolk. The gifts she had received from the representatives of the various realms filled her with gratitude and confidence.
As she rode along the marked path on the map provided by Kendra, Genevieve couldn't help but think about the responsibilities that lay ahead. She knew that the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt posed a great threat, not only to her world but to all the realms. It was her destiny to confront and end their reign of darkness.
The armor made of Dwarf steel, given by Gandalf and Elrond, served as a symbol of protection and strength. Genevieve wore it with honor, knowing that it would aid her in her battle against the evil forces. She also carried the Crystel Balls from Jareth and Sara, which she admired for their beauty and understood their significance in times of need.
The mark of hope left by Dorothy from the Realm of Oz reminded Genevieve to never give up hope, no matter how dire the situation may seem. She cherished the gift and felt a renewed sense of determination within her. The horn from Aslan and the siblings from Narnia would serve as her beacon of guidance in times of emergency, while the Pixie Dust from Peter and Wendy would work alongside her faith and trust.
The gift of finding her muchness from Alice and the loyalty and trust of Fairyland and Avalon bestowed upon her by Oberon and Titania further fueled Genevieve's spirit. She was grateful for the support and encouragement she received from everyone, and she couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Adonis, whose concern for her safety touched her heart.
As Genevieve rode on, she couldn't help but think about the future and the possibility of wedded bliss with Adonis. She knew there were challenges ahead, balancing her life in the real world and her role in these magical realms, but for now, she focused on the task at hand.
With Shadow's graceful and swift movements, they covered the distance towards the ocean coasts. Genevieve was determined to make a difference, to fulfill her destiny, and to bring an end to the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt. She knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but with the support and gifts bestowed upon her, she had the strength and resources to face the challenges that awaited her.
As she rode onward, the wind carrying her towards the unknown, Genevieve couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. She was ready to embrace her destiny and bring light to the realms once more.}
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So. Sansûkh. Indeed Sansukh Week 2022. Thank you @fishfingersandscarves for prompting me to actually finally record this damn song, edit and post it!
Day 7 of Sansukh Week, celebrating a year since the fanfic was completed, is about endings. This song is about the ending of the fanfic, and the emotions it gave me. I wrote it whilst I was ill with COVID, about a week or two after Sansukh finished. I then forgot about it. Did some editing. Forgot about it some more. Asked @oakwyrm @hobbitsoupbowl and @fishfingersandscarves if I could use their art, they graciously said yes, I forgot about it. Now it is here!!!
This video is a) an emotional retelling of a weird emotional; b) a massive thank you to @determamfidd; c) a joke that I mainly did because I thought of the last line and it made me giggle.
I’ll reblog with links to the original art and the backing track I used! Video description under the cut
Video description: video of a series of images, set to illustrate a song. The song is “Into the West” from The Return of the King, with some altered words, sung by an alto voice over a kareoke backing track.
Lyric “Hope fades into the world of night”
Image: Living in 2021 like...
Lyric “Through shadows falling”
Image: screenshot of the summary of Sansukh
Lyric “Out of memory and time”
Image: selection of images from 2021 - COVID, Evergreen ship, Trump, Destiel
Lyric “Don’t say we have come now to the end”
Image: screenshot of the end of chapter 47 of Sansukh, “TBC”
Lyric: “White shores are calling, you and I will meet again”
Image: shot of the Grey Havens with a ship sailing out to the West
Lyric: “And you’ll be here in my arms, just sleeping”
Image: fanart of Gimil and Legolas hugging in starlight, by Oakwyrm
Switch to chorus, now two alto voices singing
Lyric: “What do you mean, notification?”
Image: stock image of a phone screen with an email notification
Lyric: “Why do my emails call?”
Image: Email inbox with unread email from AO3 showing new chapter of Sansukh
Lyric: “Message unseen, anticipation”
Image: The email from AO3 now open
Lyric: “The ships have come to carry me home!”
Image: Author’s notes on Chapter 48 of Sansukh
Lyric: “And all will turn to silver glass”
Image: fanart of Gimli, with white hair and beard, looking at Legolas walking away by @fishfingersandscarves
Lyric: “a light on the water”
Image: fanart of old Bilbo, with ghost Thorin leaning towards him by @hobbitsoupbowl
Lyric: “Gay ships pass into the West
Image: the image of the Grey Havens and the ship from before, except with a rainbow poorly edited over the top
#sansukh#sansukhweek22#lotr#tolkien#gigolas#thilbo#determamfidd#sansûkh#fishfingersandscarves#oakwyrm#hobbitsoupbowl
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Yandere Legolas x reader Smut
There is a ball scene in this fic and this is what I imagined the dress would look like, cause I adore cottagcore. If you don't like it, I respect that and just ignore this picture :)
You would never have thought that this would ever happen to you. You’d heard the stories. The tales of elven obsession towards their darlings but you had never expected to become one of them….
Time makes fools of us all, I suppose.
You don’t know how you never saw it coming, after all, looking back on it, it was quite obvious.
The fawning over you, the obsessive glances, the jealousy.
God, you really should have seen this coming. You shouldn’t have fallen for his trap, but in all honesty, it just seemed so innocent.
Legolas had invited you to the Mirkwood palace, a high honour considering their secrecy and what kind of person would you have been to refuse such a generous offer?
You had gotten to the border, and Legolas was eagerly awaiting your arrival. His eyes were gleaming with an emotion you couldn’t place, and he greeted you warmly. “Y/N! I’m so glad you came!”
He ran forward and gathered you in his arms, utterly enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, and you couldn’t help but hug back. When he finally pulled back, and gently cupped your face and stared into your eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. He looked enrapture with you.
You looked at him questioningly for a moment before you finally broke the silence “Legolas? Are you alright?” Your voice seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in, and he smiles brightly before answering “Oh I’m alright! It’s just that my memory does not do your beauty justice”.
You were by surprise at the sudden compliment, but you couldn’t help but believe his words. You didn’t get a chance to answer because he was already guiding you to sit on his horse, and when you had been comfortably settled, Legolas joined you in the saddle.
You rode through thick forests filled with lush greenery, imposing trees, and beautiful trees. And the speed at which you were going must have been causing you to see things because you swore you saw a figure sat upon a snow-white elk, but you cast the notion away, deciding that it must have just been a trick of the light.
Time seemed to cease in this forest because you no idea how long you had been riding for, but it felt like it was somewhere between a second and eternity. Regardless of how long it had taken, you were finally at the palace gates.
You dismounted, and you had only taken a few strides forward before the gates opened ceremoniously and you were greeted by a company of guards. They bowed in unison before the captain announced your presence. “Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N, welcome to Mirkwood. The guests await your entrance”.
“Thank you Elros, we will be there soon.” You looked questioningly at Legolas as you were led into the palace, not understanding what he was talking about. He must have felt your curious gaze on his face because he turned to you and spoke “My father arranged a ball in the honour of your arrival.”
That took you completely by surprise! You would have never expected such a fuss over your presence. “But I’m not dressed for a ball!” You said in a shocked voice, but Legolas only gave you a patient look as you broke away from the group of guards.
Legolas smiled at your panicked tone and said in a reassuring tone “Your gown has already been arranged starlight.” You went a little pink at the nickname and allowed yourself to be led to the guest chambers that had been arranged for you.
“This will be your chambers for the duration of your stay, I hope it suits you well,” Legolas said before opening the door for you.
“Thank you, Legolas, it's more than I could have asked for!” You said with a bright smile. He grinned at your reaction, “You like it?” he asked. You nodded joyfully, staring around the room in wonder. “It’s wonderful Legolas, thank you.”
“I’ll leave you to get changed into your gown, my lo-…My lady,” Legolas replied, before closing the door, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.
You turned to where your ballgown was hanging, and you couldn’t help but to stop and admire it. It was truly divine. The tailoring was magnificent, it was designed to show off your shoulders and the soft colour would most certainly bring out your eyes.
You quickly stepped into the gown, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how you looked. Utterly gorgeous.
You strode towards the door when you heard a firm knock echo against the hardwood and when the door swung open, you were met with handsome looking Legolas. The way he looked took your breath away and your appearance seemed to do the same. Legolas finally broke the silence, “Are you ready for the ball starlight?” You nodded eagerly, linking arms with him, and walking towards the ballroom.
The Mirkwood halls were truly as grand as the stories said. The decorations were extravagant and every elf in the room was dressed beautifully, and it was all being overseen by the Elven king, sitting high in his throne.
The night went by in a blur. You stayed by Legolas’ side the whole night, and you had the most fun you’d had in years. You had danced and drunk and laughed, it was bliss. You hadn’t thought much of it when Legolas asked you to meet him in a quiet corridor, thinking he just wanted somewhere quiet to talk to you for a while.
You finished up the conversation you were having with a young elleth and went out into the hallway in search of Legolas. You found him standing at the end of the hallway, waiting for you. He didn’t notice you walking towards him at first, seemingly entranced in his thoughts.
When he finally did notice you, his smile was enough to make flowers grow. “My darling Lady, you came!” He sounded so happy that you had decided to join him, almost like he was expecting you not to. “Of course, I came, why wouldn’t I? Besides, it sounded like you wanted to talk about something important.
He nodded, his face suddenly hardening over with a looked of determination as if he were preparing for something. “Yes, it’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time. Y/N, you must have noticed my affections for you by now, and I’ve been wanting to ask you…Will you marry me and become my queen?”
After he had finished his proposal, he handed a beautiful ring to you and looked at you with a hopeful gaze.
You stood frozen to the ground. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Legolas was asking you to marry him, and by every force, in Middle Earth, you wanted to say yes. But you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of being a queen, so with a heavy heart… You refused.
Legolas face fell into a heartbroken expression and his eyes glazed over with tears. “I’m sorry Legolas, as much as I do love you, I wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of ruling. So, I can’t marry you…I’m so sorry” You felt your voice crack on that last word and your eyes filled up with tears. You couldn’t look at his broken expression any longer, so you turned on your heel and started walking back to your guest chambers, leaving Legolas standing alone in the palace corridor.
Even after you had left, Legolas stayed in the corridor, still as a statue, with stray tears running down his face. He had been so sure that you would marry him, but you had refused him.
Legolas had been so caught up in all his thoughts that he hadn’t heard his father’s footsteps approaching him. “My son, what will you do to convince her to rule alongside you?” Legolas shook his head in defeat, "There’s nothing I can do ada, she doesn’t love me.”
Thranduil tilted his head at his son, "Oh, but she told you herself that she returns your feelings, but the burden of queenship frightens her.…She just needs a little encouragement to truly persuade her.”
Legolas looked up at his father, hope building in his heart. “What do I tell her ada?” Thranduil gave his son a knowing smile before placing a hand on his shoulder. “it is not your words that persuade her my son, but your actions.” Legolas gave his father a confused look before listening eagerly to what his father had to tell him.
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You awoke feeling groggy and exhausted. When you had returned to your chambers after rejecting Legolas’ proposal, you had willed yourself to fall into the land of dreams to escape the feelings of heartbreak you had. But now you had returned to reality and you were slowly coming back to yourself, albeit slowly.
You opened your eyes to see Legolas staring at you from the bottom of your bed. You froze in shock, thinking you might still be dreaming, or maybe even hallucinating but sure enough, the longer you looked, the more it settled in your head that you were not dreaming.
You try to sit up in bed, but it’s like you’re frozen. You were only brought out of your trance by the feeling of Legolas’ hands on your rubbing up and down your legs in a comforting motion. You stare at Legolas in shock, and his only reply was to give you one of his cute smiles.
“L-Legolas…What are doing…?” You asked quietly, afraid of what the answer might be. Legolas only tilted his head at you and gave you a soft understanding smile.
“Darling, I know that this must seem all of a sudden but I can’t allow you to slip through my fingers. No one else makes me feel the way you do. I can’t lose that. You said you felt the same, didn’t you? You said that you loved me back?” You nodded, curious as to where he was going with this.
“Well darling, I will show you that staying with me despite your anxiety and fears of ruling will be filled with pleasure and love. Will you allow me to show you how much I love you?
After what seemed to be an eternity, you finally found your voice, “Y-Yes, I trust you.” Legolas smiled at your words before speaking “Lie back and lift your hips for me, my love.” You did as he asked, and he gave you a loving look before lowering his head between your legs and started to kiss up your thighs.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of his soft kisses against you. He slowly made his way up your thighs until he reached your centre. He pressed his thumb against your sensitive clit and because you weren’t expecting it, you let out a soft whimper of his name.
“Oh darling, you have no idea the power you hold over me, you could rip my heart from my chest, and I’d still adore you.” Before you could reply, he started an onslaught of licks against your aching pussy causing you to cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“Ahhhhh~ g-god yes! P-please don’t s-stop! It feels so good!” You heard Legolas laugh at your desperation “Shhh, darling, don’t want anyone to know how good I’m making you feel when we aren’t even married yet, now do we?”
You were already a panting, whimpering mess and he’d barely touched you, you don’t know how you were going to get through the rest of the night.
“No stay still and let me please you.” He lowered his head between your legs again but this time he was nowhere near as merciful to you as he’d been before. He was holding nothing back and you just couldn’t keep quiet. You weren’t even bothering to keep your loud cries of pleasure muffled because you knew it would be a wasted effort.
“Legolas – Legolas – ah right there! You cried, thrusting your hips up in a desperate attempt for more of the blissful pleasure he was giving you. Legolas listened to your desperate pleas and began to thrust his tongue into you, and within seconds of him doing that, you were ready to cum. “Ah! Ahh! Gonn- c-cum! Please! Please! Please, can I-”
Legolas cut you off before you could finish “Let go for me darling, I want to see how gorgeous you are when you let go.” His commanding tone was too much for you, and you finally let yourself tumble off the cliff in a peak of pleasure.
When you finally came down from your high, you saw Legolas staring at you with utter adoration in his eyes, and the overwhelming look of love in his expression was too much for you to handle, causing you to look away.
“Look at me darling, I want to see those beautiful eyes.” You turned your head back to look at him as he brought himself up to lay beside you, all the while his adoring gaze never left you. “Have I convinced you to stay my love?” Legolas asked, his voice full of hope.
“And if your people don’t accept me as their Queen, what then?” You asked in a worried tone, but Legolas only cupped your cheek lovingly, “Our love comes first. Everything else is secondary. I’ve waited so long to build up the courage to ask for your love, and now that I have it, I’m never losing it. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
Your heart was filled with such love at his confession that you felt as though it might burst. And how could you refuse him? After everything he had done for you, how could you not agree?”
“Alright Legolas, I will be your Queen, and love you to the end of days.” His eyes gleamed with happiness and he put the ring he had placed in your palm earlier, onto your finger, before he pressed his forehead to yours in a loving gesture.
Cementing your love for each other till the end of time.
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OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU FOR 2K FOLLOWERS THIS IS INSANE!!!!
To celebrate I thought I would make this (sort of?) party :D And make this a blurb night!
Blurb night closing on: July 25th
Send me a prompt
Rules
Send me a prompt with the character you would like
Fluff, Angst or both!
no smut but I can write slightly heated scenes and mentions of nsfw
Characters
Peter Parker (MCU)
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
Zuko (avatar the last airbender)
Charles Leclerc (Formula 1)
Pierre Gasly (Formula 1)
Battinson!Bruce Wayne (The Batman)
Legolas (Lord of the Rings)
Will Turner (POTC)
Killian Jones/ Captain Hook (OUAT)
Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)
Cal Kestis (Star Wars)
Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter)
Paul Atreides (Dune)
Link (Legend of Zelda)
Leo Valdez (Heroes of Olympus)
Prompts
“You can tell me that you hate me, but that doesn’t make it true.”
“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“I tired to tell you I couldn’t bake.”
“Here. Take my hand.”
“Are you sober?”
“I want to go home.”
“You snore.”
“You left the country.”
“I thought you were an adult.”
“She’s hiding behind the couch.”
“You said you wanted to leave so go.”
“Walk out that door and it’s over.”
“I specifically told you not to do that.”
“I don’t want your apology.”
“It’s three in the morning.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“Don’t buy drugs kids, Become a pop star and get them for free”
“I can explain.”
“You think I’m crazy huh?”
“Don’t you see that I’m trying.”
"Well I've heard that I can be an asshole, but I don't think it'll be a major problem." "I beg to differ."
“This never happened, got it?”
“Now will you listen to me?”
“Why do you own this?”
"Why did you choose me?"
"it's like a real date,"
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Yeah, yeah of course the 'I love you' was fake"
"It's just a game right?"
"It was your idea!"
"I'm jealous? no, no, no,"
"What's a few threats between friends?" "Exactly."
"I guess when you put it like that..."
"You couldn't be more wrong if you tried."
“Since when do you know anything about piñatas”
"How was I supposed to know that?" "Well, if you'd read the brief I sent you, you would have!" "It was 600 pages!!"
"Put that down, that's disgusting."
“No! This wasn’t how I planned it”
“It’s not always like this.”
“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”
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