#yandere elrond

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I'm so glad to hear that. I wonder if you could write something for yandere or dark Elves (Thranduil, Gil Galand, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir and others) and female fairy readers? Thanks

as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the second one featuring Glorfindel, haldir, lindir version.

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Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad Versions are below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Thranduil x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𐂂 Thranduil’s feelings for you, a delicate fairy, become all-consuming. The moment you cross his path, he cannot help but claim you as his own. His pride and love intertwine into an obsession so deep that he believes your existence is meant solely for him. No one else can claim your attention, and if you dare show affection to anyone else, his gaze sharpens with silent fury. He doesn’t just desire you—he needs you, and he will ensure that you belong to him, and only him.

𐂂 As the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil is used to overseeing everything, but for you, his vigilance reaches new heights. No action you take goes unnoticed. He watches from the shadows, a silent observer who knows your every move, your every word, your every gesture. Every smile you share with someone else, every fleeting glance you direct at anyone, only fuels his need to control. He finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing you exist only for him. Even your every breath feels like an affirmation of his possession.

𐂂 Thranduil doesn’t just protect you—he isolates you. While he claims it’s for your own safety, to shield you from the dangers of Middle-earth, it’s really because he wants to have you all to himself. Your world becomes his kingdom, where only his influence reigns. He keeps you close, often forbidding you to leave his side, especially when other males approach. The world outside his kingdom is a threat to him, and thus to you. He won’t let you experience the freedom to wander alone, not when he can guard and control you.

𐂂 When you are near him, Thranduil’s affection becomes overwhelming in its intensity. He lavishes you with touch, his hands lingering too long, his breath hot against your skin. His kisses are possessive, deep, and filled with a sense of desperate longing. He would never let anyone else see his softer side, but in private, with you, he is intense and devoted. “You are mine, melleth nîn,” he whispers, as his lips press against yours, his body leaning into yours as if trying to merge the two of you into one. There’s nothing gentle about his desire; it’s all consuming.

𐂂 Thranduil is masterful at playing on your emotions, twisting his love for you into something that feels suffocating, yet irresistible. He will remind you of his sacrifices, the years he has spent in solitude, waiting for someone like you to step into his world. He speaks of the importance of your bond, how it transcends time and space, as though you were fated to be together. His words echo with a dark promise: “I’ve waited centuries, melleth nîn. You are the light of my life. No one else can share in that light.”

𐂂 The idea of anyone else coming close to you is enough to send him into a silent rage. While Thranduil does not often express his jealousy with words, his actions make it clear. He might suddenly appear by your side, his gaze icy and warning, dismissing anyone who dares to speak to you. He’ll remind you of your place, perhaps even with a curt, biting remark: “Do they think they can woo you, little one? Do not forget who your heart belongs to.” His dark smile lingers as if daring anyone to challenge him.

𐂂 Beneath his royal facade and cold demeanor lies a man who has been emotionally shattered. Thranduil’s past pain from losing his wife has made him incapable of loving anyone freely. But with you, he’s willing to show that side of himself, albeit in a twisted way. He’s not willing to let you go, even when you might want to. His possessiveness is a direct reflection of the fragility of his own heart—he fears losing you as much as he fears being alone again.

𐂂 Thranduil’s protectiveness borders on the dangerous. He feels the need to shield you from everything, even the most innocuous of dangers. If he believes that anyone poses even the slightest threat to you, he will take immediate action, whether it be through manipulation, isolation, or, if necessary, violence. Your safety is paramount to him, but it’s also a way to keep you tethered to him, to remind you that he is the only one who understands the world you live in.

𐂂 In Thranduil’s mind, your relationship is not simply a love story; it is a divine plan, written by the Valar themselves. He cannot fathom a future without you, nor would he allow one to exist. To him, you are the culmination of his existence, the answer to his loneliness, the balm to his wounds. “It was meant to be, my love. No one else will ever take my place in your heart.” His voice is gentle, but there is an unspoken threat hidden behind it—one that assures you that no matter where you go or how you try to leave, you are bound to him forever.

𐂂 Thranduil will not allow you to form connections with anyone else. He is the only one who can give you love and warmth, and he will make sure you never forget that. His affections, though intense and loving in their own way, are the chains that bind you. If you ever try to reach out to others, he will gently (or not so gently) remind you of your place with him. He will shower you with attention, touch, and words of love until you feel as though you cannot breathe without him.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you reaches its peak when he feels as though you are entirely his. He will keep you in his presence, sheltered from the world, and whisper his vows to you. His obsession grows stronger, and he begins to feel the need to mark you as his in every way possible. He wants everyone to know you belong to him, from his gentle caresses to the possessive way he holds you close. He is a king, after all, and you are his queen, in every twisted sense of the word.

Through all of this, there is one truth Thranduil holds dear: his love, no matter how dark, is unwavering. And he will make sure the entire world knows that you are his, and his alone.

𐂂 Thranduil, in his yandere and dark Elf form, sees you, the fairy, as something beyond precious — an ethereal being meant solely for him. His obsession with you goes far beyond any typical affection; you are his possession, a delicate, rare treasure that no one but he deserves to cherish. Your wings, fragile and beautiful, draw him like a moth to a flame, a symbol of your uniqueness and his claim over you.

𐂂 He is intensely possessive over you, watching your every move from the shadows, studying the flutter of your wings as if it is the most captivating thing he has ever seen. Your beauty, small and delicate in comparison to the world around you, drives him to madness. He will do anything to keep you close, to keep others away. No one is allowed to touch you, not even a gentle breeze is allowed to ruffle your wings without his permission. He often asks you not to fly, as it brings too much attention, keeping you grounded in his presence, where he feels you are safest.

𐂂 Thranduil will be affectionate, but in a way that is obsessive and controlling. He runs his fingers gently through your wings, brushing them with reverence, but with an undertone of possessiveness. He touches them slowly, savoring the delicate texture, memorizing the feel of the intricate patterns on them, as if marking them as his own. His fingers graze over your wings possessively, as if to remind you that they — and you — belong only to him. He may even pull you close, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing your back against his chest so that his touch lingers on your wings for a long moment, just to reaffirm his control.

𐂂 At times, he will whisper things to you, voice low and filled with longing, his words coated with an edge of possessiveness: “These wings are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and they belong to me alone.” The way his eyes darken with desire when he speaks of your wings makes you realize how deeply he craves to possess every part of you, body and soul.

𐂂 When you’re in his presence, Thranduil will often keep his hand firmly around your wrist or your waist, guiding you through the forest, ensuring that no one else dares approach you. His grip will be gentle but firm, never letting you stray too far. The closer you are to him, the more satisfied he feels. His eyes rarely leave you, scanning you for any sign of someone else showing interest or approaching too closely. If someone dares to try to get too close, he will intervene with a cold and calculated subtlety, ensuring that you remain within his sight and his grasp.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you is not something he expresses easily. He has closed his heart to many, but for you, he opens it only in private, his vulnerability laid bare beneath his regal and sometimes cold exterior. He will never let you feel abandoned, but his love comes with strings attached. He will lavish you with gifts—rare flowers that only bloom in the deepest parts of Mirkwood, gemstones that shimmer like starlight, and precious treasures. These offerings are his way of marking you, claiming you as his own. “You deserve the finest things, as long as they are from me,” he tells you, his words dripping with pride and possessiveness.

𐂂 His kisses are slow and deliberate, tasting of wine, power, and a long-held yearning. When he kisses you, it’s not just affection—it’s a demand, a claim over your lips, over your body. He holds your chin with a gentle yet unyielding grip, keeping you where he wants you. His kisses are lingering, deep, and possessive, often leaving you breathless and craving more of his touch.

𐂂 Thranduil will be extremely protective of your wings, treating them with a reverence that borders on obsession. He may even commission magical elven items for their protection, ensuring no one harms them or touches them without his permission. At times, he will stroke your wings gently, carefully brushing off any stray twigs or leaves, an action that serves to remind you of his control over you. He will take great care to ensure that no harm comes to your wings, as they are the symbol of your connection to him, of your uniqueness.

𐂂 His jealousy knows no bounds. If anyone dares to even glance at you the wrong way, he will take immediate action. He doesn’t hesitate to show his displeasure, whether it’s through cutting words, subtle threats, or making it clear that he is the only one worthy of your attention. He might even isolate you from others, placing you in a secluded part of the forest, away from prying eyes, where you can only be his. In these private moments, he showers you with adoration, but his possessiveness is ever-present.

𐂂 Thranduil is a master at subtle dominance, taking control of situations without overtly showing it. He expects obedience, but he does not force it—his charisma, his allure, and his overwhelming presence make it impossible for you to resist him. He can sense when you need affection or when you are pulling away, and he will know how to draw you back to him with a tender touch or a possessive word.

𐂂 In his darker moments, when he feels you slipping away or when another threatens to take your attention, his possessiveness turns darker. He becomes more commanding, more insistent. His touch becomes firmer, his kisses more urgent, as if he can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you from him. “You will stay with me,” he murmurs against your skin, “You are mine, now and forever.”

𐂂 Thranduil’s love, in its darkest form, becomes an all-encompassing obsession, a need that twists his otherwise noble heart. He will never let you go, and anyone who dares to try to take you from him will regret it. His love is possessive, controlling, and suffocating, but beneath it all, he truly believes that you, the fairy, are the only one worthy of his affection, and he will stop at nothing to keep you in his arms, where you belong.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Elrond x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

✶ Elrond’s love for you is all-consuming. His feelings begin to shift from noble affection to something far darker, bordering on possessive obsession. As a half-Elven being, he sees you as a rare and ethereal creature, a being of light that he cannot afford to lose. He watches your every movement with hawk-like precision, your every word echoing in his mind as he tries to predict your every need. He no longer allows you to wander freely in Rivendell without his presence, as the idea of you slipping away—of you being taken from him—is an unbearable thought.

✶ Elrond’s natural inclination towards leadership grows twisted. He wants to control every aspect of your life—where you go, who you speak to, and even what you feel. He convinces himself that his desire to keep you close is for your safety, but it soon becomes apparent that his true desire is to ensure that no one else can reach you, can touch you, or can love you the way he does. His regal demeanor is now a mask for a deeper, darker hunger.

✶ Elrond takes it upon himself to “protect” you from all harm, even if it means isolating you from everyone else. He sees the world beyond Rivendell as a threat, and you, as the one fragile thing in his life, must be kept away from it. He keeps you secluded in Rivendell, taking long walks with you around the same familiar places, refusing to let you venture beyond his sight. At times, he’s even gone so far as to forbid you from speaking to other Elves, or anyone outside his inner circle, lest they distract you from him.

✶ His affection, once gentle and kind, becomes a suffocating force. Every word he speaks is laced with a possessive undertone, as he constantly reaffirms that you are his and his alone. “No one will ever take you from me, meleth nín. You are mine—now and forever.” His words are calm, but they hold a chilling certainty. His love has become a cage, and with each passing day, the walls grow tighter.

✶ Elrond’s gifts become more elaborate and controlling. Instead of simple tokens of affection, he offers you grand, but carefully chosen, presents. He gifts you a garden within Rivendell—a space so secluded and intimate that no one but you and him may enter. He tends to it personally, ensuring that it is a reflection of his mind, where you are the only flower, the only thing that matters. Each gift, though beautiful, is a way for him to mark his claim on you.

✶ Elrond’s jealousy manifests in subtle but intense ways. He doesn’t let you out of his sight if someone else expresses interest in you. If anyone dares to talk to you for too long, his icy gaze is upon them, watching from a distance. He doesn’t need to interfere directly, for the mere thought of you being approached by another is enough to make him act. If he believes a bond could form, even one of friendship, Elrond will intervene, ensuring that person is swiftly removed from your life—whether through politics, influence, or mere intimidation. He justifies it to himself as protecting you from others’ unworthy intentions.

✶ Elrond’s view of the outside world becomes increasingly disdainful. He sees the race of men and other creatures as weak and fleeting. Their desires, their love—they all pale in comparison to what he offers. He’s not concerned about the well-being of the other inhabitants of Middle-earth as much as he is about keeping you safe, but safe in his arms, isolated from everyone else. You’re his, and he’s willing to watch the world burn before he lets anyone take you away from him.

✶ Elrond’s intimacy with you becomes slow, deliberate, and possessive. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a claim—his fingers tracing over your skin as though he’s mapping your soul. When you’re alone, he showers you with affection, but it’s clear it’s for his own satisfaction. His slow kisses hold a forceful edge, as if reminding you that you are bound to him. He presses himself close to you at all times, and his love for you is always coupled with a strong, unyielding possessiveness. “You are the only one for me, melethril nín. Never forget that.”

✶ His speech becomes even more poetic, yet dark and obsessive. “You are the light of my life, my heart, the only soul I would ever sacrifice for.” He speaks in phrases that hint at his belief that you and he are fated—no one else could love you as he does, no one else could understand you as he does. “Forever, meleth nín, forever we will be as one. There is no future without you.” His love has taken on a tone that speaks not of equality, but of possession.

✶ While Elrond remains the wise, composed leader on the surface, behind closed doors, a cold, calculating nature emerges. If you try to defy him, even in the smallest of ways, you will see the mask slip. His words will turn harsher, more commanding, and his hands will grip you with possessive strength. “Do not test me, meleth nín. You belong to me. No matter how far you try to run, you will always return to me. I will not let you leave.” His once calm demeanor will give way to a storm of dominance, and it’s clear that his patience is running thin.

✶ Elrond convinces himself that he’s giving you choices, but in reality, you are always bound by his will. He will take you to places you would enjoy, all while making sure you know he’s the one who chose them for you. You believe you have some semblance of freedom, but with each passing day, it becomes harder to distinguish where your desires end and his control begins.

✶ In his heart, Elrond feels justified, believing that your love for him is written in the stars. He truly believes that this obsessive, possessive love is for your own good, and that no one else could ever love you as deeply or truly as he does. He is your protector, your lover, and your only source of light in a world of darkness. Whether you agree with him or not, Elrond will make sure you never forget it.

✶ Elrond’s protective nature becomes an all-consuming obsession. His love for you, a delicate and ethereal fairy, manifests in a fierce determination to keep you safe, though his definition of safety is one of total isolation. He will not let you leave Rivendell, often insisting that the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile creature like you. His fingers will often trace the delicate bones of your wings, marveling at their beauty, while he quietly tells you, “No one shall harm you while I draw breath, meleth nín. Your wings are too precious for this world.”

✶ Every inch of your being, from the shimmering tips of your wings to the curve of your waist, becomes his to cherish and, at times, to control. Elrond will always find ways to be close to you, touching your wings as if they were extensions of himself. He caresses the edges of your wings softly, his touch slow and deliberate, leaving a possessive mark that lingers. When he holds you, his arms will wrap around you with the intent to feel your wings pressed against his chest, ensuring that you’re physically close to him at all times.

✶ His affection is tender, but it’s always laced with an undeniable sense of dominance. He will often gently pull you into his embrace, running his fingers through your hair or along the delicate veins of your wings. When you sit beside him, he may run his hand along your wing’s edge, each touch a silent claim, and whisper, “You are mine, little one, as much as your wings belong to the heavens.” He has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and the idea of another admiring your wings fills him with a possessive rage.

✶ Elrond, aware of your fairy nature, will often bring you delicacies and treats. These are not merely for sustenance; they are a way for him to further entrench himself in your life. He will feed you by hand, placing small morsels of food on your lips and gazing at you with longing, as if to say, you are mine, even in your smallest acts. His touch will linger after feeding you, fingers grazing over your lips, and he will kiss your hands, the back of your neck, or your wings as if tasting your very essence.

✶ After your physical intimacy, Elrond’s tenderness will extend into slow, affectionate moments where he presses you close to him. His kisses are drawn out and measured, tender but intense. He takes care to brush his lips over your wings, as if savoring the warmth and beauty of them. When he pulls you close, his hands gently hold your wings in place, making sure they’re not crushed under his embrace, as if treating them as fragile treasures that only he is allowed to touch.

✶ Elrond’s dark version sees your wings not only as beautiful but as something to cherish exclusively. He might tie soft silken ribbons around the base of your wings in a delicate and symbolic way, ensuring they are kept close to him and that no one else can see or touch them. The act is one of worship and control, an intimate display of ownership that he ensures only he can ever untie.

✶ In private moments, Elrond might demand your full attention, ensuring you never wander far from him. He’ll pull you into his study, keeping you seated by his side as he reads, one hand absently running over your wings while the other holds his scroll. His voice might grow soft and low, filled with longing and possessiveness, as he murmurs, “There is no need to leave, meleth nín. The world outside is unworthy of you. You belong here, with me, for all eternity.”

✶ Elrond’s dark affection for your wings becomes a form of obsessive worship. He will often gaze at your wings with a mixture of awe and desire, touching them reverently. He knows their delicate beauty, their fragility, and he treats them as something sacred, yet something that only he is allowed to possess. His touch on your wings becomes a constant reminder that no one else should dare come close, that your wings are a symbol of your bond with him alone.

✶ In moments of intimacy, when he feels the need to reassure himself of his control over you, Elrond will whisper sweet promises in your ear. “You are the only one I will ever need,” he would say, his voice low and full of an emotion that is not entirely tender. “Your wings, your soul, your heart—they belong to me, and I will keep them safe forever. No one will take you from me.” His breath will be hot against your neck as he places another kiss on the delicate skin of your shoulder, near the base of your wings, reaffirming the bond between the two of you.

✶ Even when you move about Rivendell or within the safety of your private spaces, Elrond is never far. He watches from the shadows, knowing that your wings and beauty could attract unwanted attention. At the slightest hint of danger or an unfamiliar gaze upon you, he will appear swiftly by your side, wrapping his arm around you possessively and guiding you away with quiet authority, a warning in his eyes to anyone who dares come too close. “You are mine,” he will murmur, his voice dark and commanding, before retreating to the seclusion of his chambers where he can keep you safe and bound to him.

✶ Elrond’s dark love comes with whispered commands. He may order you to stay within certain boundaries of Rivendell, his gaze cold and unyielding when he senses your desire to venture beyond. “The outside world is not for you,” he will say, his words authoritative. “Stay with me, by my side, where you are safe. I will not lose you to anyone, least of all to your foolish whims.”

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Gil-galad x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

🜲 In a dark, yandere interpretation of Gil-galad, the High King of the Noldor, and his interactions with a female fairy reader, things would shift from his normally honorable and composed nature into something far more obsessive and possessive. The darkness of his love for you would twist his noble characteristics, making them intense, controlling, and somewhat unsettling.

�� The Obsession as Dark Gil-galad While Gil-galad’s wisdom, nobility, and responsibility are some of his most revered traits, in this yandere version, his wisdom turns to a dangerous kind of obsession. His deep love for you, the fairy, becomes all-consuming. He watches your every move, studying your expressions and habits as if they were pieces of a puzzle he must solve. He becomes fixated on the way you speak, the way you move, even the smallest details of your existence.

🜲 He refuses to let any other male approach you, seeing your beauty and ethereal nature as something only for him. This isn’t out of jealousy, but a deep conviction that your soul belongs to him alone. If anyone shows interest in you, he would subtly, but harshly, remove them from your life, often using his influence as a king to quietly banish anyone who dares to intrude upon what he views as his rightful domain.

🜲 In a dark version of Gil-galad, his protective instincts are not just to safeguard you, but to isolate you from any potential harm. He would keep you hidden from the dangers of Middle-earth—his people, or even the world itself, would be seen as threats. He doesn’t want you to experience the pain and suffering that could be caused by anyone, even if that means keeping you away from everyone but himself.

🜲 Your every move is watched, but he would justify it as “keeping you safe.” Even a mere walk in the garden would be heavily guarded, as he insists on being by your side at all times. He would begin to suppress your own freedom, never truly allowing you to be yourself or experience the world as you once did. But all of this would be done under the guise of “love” and “protection.”

🜲 Yandere Words His speeches would turn darker, more possessive. He might whisper sweet words of devotion in your ear, his voice trembling with an almost manic need to be near you. His compliments would grow more intense, filled with an obsession for you, calling you his “moonlight,” “goddess,” or even “soulmate” in a way that echoes his belief that you were meant to be his, no one else’s.

🜲 He would frequently speak of “forever,” implying that your bond transcends time, both in terms of the literal and metaphorical sense. To him, there is no part of Middle-earth, no piece of reality, where he would let you go. He’d see you as the embodiment of his hopes for the future, the one soul that can make all the pain and sacrifice he’s endured worth it.

🜲 His desire to express his affection would turn into an overwhelming need to make you feel his love. No one else’s affection could compare to his. His words would be poetic, deeply romantic, yet chillingly possessive: “You are the light of my kingdom, the only soul I would ever sacrifice everything for, my love.”

🜲 Possession and Control He would subtly, yet forcefully, begin to control your life. Every decision you make, every moment of your day would somehow revolve around him. Even if you love something that isn’t directly tied to him, he’d make it his mission to make sure that he’s involved in your life. If you spent time alone with someone else, even for something as innocent as a friendly conversation, he would be there, watching from the shadows, ready to swoop in if things went too far.

🜲 His “gifts” for you would be imbued with his own personal touch—perhaps a garden of flowers, but one that only he tends to, so no one else can approach you. Maybe he would create a sanctuary just for you, a private world where no one else can enter, but all of it would be his doing, with no part of your existence outside of his control.

🜲 His affection for you would be obsessive, suffocating at times, but always laced with a veneer of nobility and gentleness. You’d never feel abandoned or unloved, but the weight of his affection would make you feel constantly watched and cared for in a way that feels unnatural. Every time you express love or affection for him, it fuels his obsession. He would respond with a soft smile, but there’s a hint of something darker behind it—this is his love, and no one else’s could ever rival it.

🜲 In private moments, he’d indulge in intense physical affection—holding you tightly, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you deeply, as though reaffirming his claim on your heart. These acts might feel like genuine affection, but the darkness beneath them would be palpable.

🜲 The Darker Side of His Love Behind his serene, composed exterior, there is a growing storm of control. While he keeps up his public persona of the noble High King, in private he’s a much more dangerous figure. If you ever try to leave or express doubt, his demeanor would shift instantly. His voice would turn colder, and his gaze would pierce through you, unyielding. The moment you try to escape, even in the smallest way, he would remind you that you belong to him—body and soul. His calm nature would disappear, and a cold, calculating side of him would emerge to bend you to his will.

🜲 He would say things like, “You are mine, now and forever. You cannot escape me, even if you wish to. You are my heart.” His voice would not falter, his grip on you becoming more vice-like with every passing day.

🜲 The Dark Elf Transformation As a “dark elf” version of Gil-galad, his connection to his people and his responsibilities may remain, but his sense of justice and duty would be warped by his love for you. His obsession would manifest not only in his personal life but also in his role as High King. His decisions as a ruler would begin to revolve around you, prioritizing your desires and safety above the needs of his people or even the greater good.

🜲 Gil-galad would be fascinated by your wings, which symbolize your ethereal beauty and unique nature. He would often trace them gently with his fingers, but it’s clear that this touch goes beyond admiration—he wants to claim them, almost as though he’s marking you as his own. He would insist that you stay near him at all times, fearing that someone might take advantage of your beauty or your wings.

🜲 He would make sure that no one can get too close to you, keeping a vigilant watch over every movement. At times, his concern might be suffocating. If you tried to take a walk in the garden or venture outside of his sight, he would insist on accompanying you, subtly ensuring you don’t go anywhere without him. If necessary, his personal guards would be stationed just outside the door, always on alert, ensuring no one approaches.

🜲 Creating a Sanctuary for you as Gil-galad would craft a private sanctuary just for you, a garden or a room within his palace where you can be alone—yet, even in solitude, he is there, watching over you. He’d fill it with flowers, many of which would be handpicked by him, a symbol of his claim over your heart. These flowers, while beautiful, would be the only ones you’re allowed to interact with. No one else would be permitted to approach them, much like no one is allowed to approach you.

🜲 At times when his fear of losing you overtakes him, he would pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, his chest pressed against yours, as though he could absorb your very essence. His touch would be firm, controlling, but always laced with an undercurrent of love, as though reminding you that you belong to him.

🜲 In private, Gil-galad would whisper words of adoration, calling you his “moonlight” or “little flower,” but in a darker tone, as though every syllable is a reminder of his dominance over you. His kisses would not be the gentle pecks you may have expected, but deep, passionate kisses that feel like a seal of ownership. He would kiss your forehead, your lips, your neck, and even the back of your hands, tracing the outline of your wings with his lips in an attempt to reinforce his connection to you.

🜲 Wings as a Symbol of Ownership His obsession with your wings goes beyond affection. He would often caress them, taking care to gently stroke the feathers. His actions would be both possessive and tender, as if keeping them safe from the world outside his control. He might even ask you to keep your wings wrapped close to you when others are around, subtly instructing you to hide them from view, further isolating you from others.

🜲 Gil-galad’s affection is not just about being near you; it is about controlling your environment. He would make sure you are always surrounded by his presence and by the things that remind you of him. Small tokens, like a necklace with a stone that glows faintly in your presence, would be given as gifts, symbolizing the bond he believes you share.

🜲 Whenever he speaks to you, his words are always full of dark devotion: “You are mine, and only mine,” he’d say with a calm yet possessive tone. He would speak of “forever,” of a bond that transcends time and space, convinced that your souls are intertwined in ways no one can understand. “Even if you wished to leave me, you could never escape,” he would softly murmur, his voice carrying an unsettling certainty.

🜲 In moments when you are lost in thought, reading or gazing into the distance, Gil-galad would watch you intently. He finds your moments of solitude the most beautiful because, in those moments, your wings seem to glow softly in the light, and your beauty is all his. He might approach you slowly, pressing a kiss to your temple or whispering sweet words that make you aware of his unwavering presence.

🜲 Isolating You Any potential threat, whether it’s a person or even a situation, would be swiftly dealt with. If a person expresses interest in you, he would use his kingly influence to subtly remove them from your life. At times, his methods would be underhanded, ensuring that you remain alone with him. His desire for exclusivity extends to every part of your life—your social interactions, your time, your freedom—everything is carefully curated by Gil-galad.

[queenstarlight2]

We meet again, with devious thoughts in our heads.

Yandere Thranduil and Elrond (2k) summary: Thranduil and Elrond make a plan to take what is theirs part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond's private quarters were large and richly appointed, with tall ceilings and intricately carved wooden panels on the walls. The fireplace stood in the center of the room, with an oversized couch facing it, adorned with comfortable cushions and a plush rug on the floor. A heavy oak desk sat in the corner of the room, stacked high with paperwork and a few small trinkets. The room was lit with several oil lamps placed around, casting a warm, flickering light.

Elrond was already waiting for him in his private quarters when Thranduil arrived. He stood near the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand, as he turned to look at Thranduil with a serious expression on his face.

As Thanduil entered the room, he could feel the tension in the air, thick like a fog enveloping the room. Elrond was still standing by the fireplace, his eyes fixed upon Thanduil with a serious expression. Thanduil could feel a sense of irritation rising within him, though he tried to keep his cool and maintain a neutral expression. Elrond, too, could feel the undercurrent of tension, and he took a small sip of his wine, watching Thranduil with a calculated gaze.

"Come in, and close the door behind you," Elrond said, his voice quiet but firm. Thanduil did as he was instructed, closing the door with a click. He stood there for a moment, his eyes studying Elrond as he waited for him to speak first.

Elrond remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "You know why I asked you here," he said, his voice low. "We need to discuss our arrangement and our plans for Star."

Thranduil let out a small sigh, his irritation beginning to show. "I'm aware of that," he said, his voice tight. "But I don't see why you had to interrupt my time with her."

Elrond's eyes flicked up to meet Thranduil's. "It wasn't my intention to interrupt your 'time' with her," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "But you were getting a little too pushy, and I felt it necessary to intervene."

Thanduil bristled at the comment, his irritation rising. "Pushy? I was simply trying to get to know her better. You have no right to dictate how I interact with her."

Elrond took a step closer to Thranduil, his eyes narrowing. "And I have every right to intervene when I feel necessary. We both agreed to share her, remember?"

Thranduil clenched his jaw, his irritation becoming harder to control. "I do remember," he said through gritted teeth. "But that doesn't mean you have to step in every time I get close to her."

Elrond let out a small scoff. "It does when you start to get too possessive," he said, his voice sharp. "We have an agreement, and I expect you to respect it."

Thranduil couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "Respect?" he said, his voice rising. "Respect is a two-way street, Elrond. You can't just tell me to back off whenever it suits you."

Elrond's expression tightened, his irritation mirroring Thranduil's. "And you can't just waltz in and claim her as your own," he said, his voice hardening. "We both have an equal stake in her, and we both have to make sacrifices."

Thranduil's eyes flashed with anger. "Sacrifices? What sacrifices have you made?" he demanded. "You spend every waking moment with her, while I barely get a conversation with her without you inserting yourself."

Elrond's jaw clenched, his irritation matching Thranduil's. "Perhaps if you were more subtle in your approach, I wouldn't have to 'insert myself,'" he shot back. "You're too obvious, too pushy. You're going to scare her away if you're not careful."

Thranduil let out a scoff. "And what do you suggest? That I sit back and let you win her over completely?"

Elrond's expression hardened. "What I suggest is that you learn to control yourself and your emotions," he said, his voice firm. "We're supposed to be working together, remember? Not fighting over her like two cats in heat."

Thranduil let out a frustrated sigh, his irritation slowly ebbing. "Fine," he said, his voice less vehement but still taut. "I'll try to be more subtle, but only if you promise to back off a bit as well. We need to find a balance here."

Elrond studied Thranduil for a moment, his expression becoming a bit more relaxed as he considered the proposal. After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright," he said, his voice softer. "I'll try to back off a bit if you do as well. But I hope you realize the importance of not scaring her away. We don't want to risk losing her entirely."

Thranduil's gaze shifted, his expression becoming more pensive as he considered their options. After a moment, he spoke up again, his voice quieter this time.

"You know," he said, his tone measured. "There might be a... more drastic solution."

Elrond looked at Thranduil, his expression one of wary curiosity. "Go on," he said, gesturing for him to continue.

Thranduil's expression turned serious as he met Elrond's gaze. "What if we were to take her... by force, so to speak?" he said, his voice low. "She wouldn't be able to resist, and we could have her all to ourselves."

Elrond's eyes widened in surprise, his expression filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. "Kidnapping her? Are you serious?" he asked, his voice betraying his disbelief. "That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

Thranduil could feel his irritation rising at Elrond's reaction. "How else do you suggest we ensure her cooperation?" he asked, his voice tight. "She's not going to willingly come to us, not when she's constantly being pulled in two directions."

Elrond shook his head, his expression growing more serious. "I understand the need for her cooperation," he said, his voice firm but calmer now. "But kidnapping her is not the solution. We can't just force her to do what we want, and we can't risk harming her in the process."

Elrond thought for a moment, his expression becoming more pensive. "You're right," he said, his voice more thoughtful now. "I could slip a sleeping herb into her tea during our tea date tomorrow. It would be subtle enough that she wouldn't suspect anything, and I could ensure that the drug takes effect by the time she reaches your chambers."

Thranduil nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. "That could work," he said, his voice more confident now. "And as a healer, you'll know exactly what dosage to give her to ensure she's out long enough for us to get her here without any interruptions."

Elrond looked away for a moment, his expression becoming hesitant. "but I really don't like this," he said, his voice quiet. "She trusts me. I don't like the idea of drugging her without her consent."

Thranduil let out a scoff, his expression hardening. "It won't matter once she's in our arms," he said, his voice firm. "She'll be ours, and she'll have no choice but to accept it. We need to do whatever it takes to ensure that she stays with us."

Elrond let out a sigh, his expression wavering. He knew that Thranduil was right, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came with the idea of drugging their unwilling guest. "I just hope this doesn't backfire on us," he said, his voice low.

Thranduil leaned back against the couch, trying to appear nonchalant. "Come on, Elrond," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You know it's for the best. We both want her, and this is the quickest and easiest way to ensure that we get what we want."

Thranduil leaned forward, his eyes intense as he spoke. "Imagine what it would be like," he said, his voice low. "Having her all to ourselves, at our mercy, unable to resist us. We could do whatever we wanted with her, make her completely ours."

Thranduil continued, his voice growing even more persuasive and seductive. "And think of all the things we could do to her," he said, his eyes dark and intent. "We could lavish her with attention and pleasure, show her that we're the ones she truly desires. She would be a quivering mess in our arms, begging for more."

Elrond's expression remained neutral, but there was a hint of a flush on his cheeks as he listened to Thranduil words. He tried to hide it, but he could feel a stirring of desire and excitement within him at the thought of having her completely at their mercy.

Thranduil noticed the shift in Elrond's demeanor, and he leaned forward, his eyes fixed upon him. "I know you want her, Elrond," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. "You can't deny it. I see the way you look at her, the way your eyes follow her every move. You want her just as badly as I do, and you know it's only a matter of time until you give in."

Elrond closed his eyes, trying to resist the lure of Thranduil words. But the heat in his stomach was growing stronger, and his mind kept conjuring up images of her in their arms, submitting to their will. He knew it was wrong, but the idea was becoming harder and harder to discard.

Thranduil sensed Elrond's weakening resistance, and he took advantage of the opportunity. He moved even closer, his body almost touching Elrond's. "Just think of how good it will feel to have her in our arms," he whispered, his voice silky and persuasive.

"To know that she's all ours, to do with as we please. You know you want it, Elrond. Just give in to your desires."

Elrond let out a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of Thranduil words and touch. He closed his eyes and whispered, his voice rough with desire, "I want her. I want her just as badly as you do."

A satisfied smile spread across Thranduil's face, and he let out a small, victorious chuckle. He knew he had won, and he knew Elrond would not back down now. He moved closer, his hand gripping Elrond's thigh a little bit tighter. "Good," he said, his voice smooth and low. "Then we're agreed. We'll give her the sleeping herb tomorrow, and we'll bring her here to our chambers. And then, she'll be ours."

Thranduil nodded in agreement, his expression determined and filled with desire. "Agreed," he said, his voice low and firm. "We'll make her ours tomorrow. And then, we'll have the pleasure of seeing her submit to us, body and soul."

Elrond's heart was racing, his body tense with a mixture of excitement and guilt. He knew they were making a terrible decision, but the allure of Star was too strong to resist. He nodded in agreement, his voice quiet. "Agreed," he echoed. "Tomorrow, she'll be ours."

Thranduil rose from the couch, his expression satisfied and confident. "I'll leave you to your thoughts then," he said, his voice smooth. "We'll reconvene tomorrow after your tea date with her. And then, we'll set our plan into motion."

Elrond watched Thanduil leave, his mind still reeling with a mixture of emotions. He knew he should feel guilty, but the desire that coursed through him was too strong to ignore. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself and prepare for what was to come.

(I'm about to wrap up this series in the next two/one chapters ;3. I'm getting a bit bored and i wasn't prepared to make it a proper series so there are gaps lol and it annoys me )

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Thranduil and yandere Elrond agree to share you.

[floatyflowers]

You are the daughter of Sauron and everyone is obsessed with you as they are obsessed with the rings.(Part 1)

"Everyone was aware that falling in love with you was madness, given your father's identity. Still, no one minded as long as they could have you by their side."

Morgoth/Melkor

He is obsessed with you as much as he is obsessed with the Silmarils.

Doesn't care if you are the daughter of his servant, he wants you.

Despite your refusal of Morgoth's advences, Sauron encourages you, and wanting to please your father, you decided to try and please Melkor.

"Your soul and body are mine like those silmarils"

He crafted a necklace made out of one of the Silmarils, gifting it to you as a token of your unity.

Thankfully, the Valar captured him after the battle of Wrath, however you already left him before the battle.

Maedhros

You met him while he was in Thangorodrim, getting tormented by your father.

At that time Morgoth was imprisoned in Angband, so you were free from his obsessed jealousy.

However, after seeing the handsome red-haired elf for the first time, you decided to take care of him and try to free him, feeling sympathy and gulit.

After freeing him with the help of his cousin Fingon who had to cut off his hand to free him, Maedhros tried to convince you to escape with him, as you handed him the Silmaril Morgoth gave you.

"Come with me, you will find peace away from your father's clutches"

And you did leave with him when you realize how awful Sauron is.

But your decision is like falling into another trap.

As Maedhros appeared to be the same as Morgoth in causing violence.

Celebrimbor

After discovering what Maedhros and his brothers have done to their kin, you fled without a second thought.

And as years passed, you kept yourself hidden wandering alone, until you met Celebrimbor whom you find his knowledge remarkable.

You thought of leaving when you discovered that he is the nephew of Maedhros, but his generosity tempted you to stay, and you did.

Honestly, you thought you found peace with him in the safety of his home, but that was never the case, Celebrimbor was possessive and refused to let you leave.

He crafted special rings to keep you safe from danger, and also to keep you in love with him.

"Your pain, your pleasure, your every thought belongs to me. You're mine to command and possess."

Celebrimbor thought he owned you, until Annatar 'Sauron' came into the picture and corrupted Celebrimbor into making the rings.

Sauron/Annatar 'platonic'

Sauron didn't realize how much you meant to him until you ran away.

He almost went insane and never stopped searching for you.

So, when he encountered Celebrimbor, he didn't expect to see you, and deep down it steered horrible jealousy at the sight of you, his only child, happy with Celebrimbor.

Adding to this, he noticed Celebrimbor's obessesive behavior towards you and how he tried to keep you away from his sight.

What is more amusing to Annatar is that you didn't discover his disguise.

So, he decided to reveal it to you.

"How sad that you don't remember your father, my sweet child"

You warn Celebrimbor about your father before handing him the rings he made for you and leaving.

Elrond

You knew Elrond since Maglor, brother of Maedhros, was the one fostered him and his twin brother, Elros.

So, seeing him after so many years surprised you and what made you feel shy is the fact that he invited you to stay with him at his realm.

You decided to take on his offer because you didn't want to keep on wandering in the middle earth after you did for many years.

Actually, you came to his realm after his wife decided to leave to the Undying Lands.

And Elrond is the only one who felt like he wanted to marry you but he decided not to act on it to not frighten you.

Especially after everything you told him about others 'locking you up' and 'refusing to let you leave'

Actually he witnessed how his foster Uncle treated you, so he understood where you are coming from.

"Do not worry, Nin meld, you are safe here with me, I promise to protect you from any danger."

[queenstarlight]

yall im think abt making a comeback and posting on tumblr, what would yall like me to make content of? (this would be over all my fandoms, mostly lotr and hannibal) i posted this on my second account queenstarlight2 as well

[intoxicated-chan]

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Spider-Man (Spider-Verse)

Your Sweet Neck (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Only You, Darling (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Come Back to Me, It’s Almost Easy (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Late Night Moments With Miguel O’Hara (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Between Your Thighs (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Yandere!Miguel O’Hara Hcs

I Need You to Stay (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

We’re Both Sinners (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Don’t Think You Can Escape (Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Welcome to the Family (Miguel O’Hara & Spider!Teen!F!Reader)

You Set My Soul Alight (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Yellow Night Has Had Enough (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Restless Night (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Noxious (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

I Want to Destroy Me so I’ll Feel Better (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

You’re Right By My Side (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Tell Me How U Feel (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Final Fantasy

baby, i’m yours (Biggs x F!Reader)

Dangerous, Tainted and Flawed as You (Biggs x F!Reader)

Game of Thrones

Be With Me (Robb Stark x F!Reader)

Mortal Kombat

When Their S/O Draws a Painting of Them… (Cassandra Cage, Hanzo Hasashi, & Erron Black…)

Hanzo Hasashi Drabbles #1

Tomas Vrvada Drabbles #1 #2

Trigun Stampede

I’mma Haunt Your Dreams (Nicholas D. Wolfwood x F!Reader)

The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings

Kili Durin Blurbs #1 #2

Thorin Oakenshield Blurbs #1

Thranduil Blurbs #1

Can I Not Think? Will You Love This Part of Me? (Elrond x GN!Reader)

On Vit Dans Cette Love Story (Legolas x F!Reader)

You’re Gonna Wish You Never Had Met Me (Kili Durin x F!Elf!Reader) Ending 1 | Ending 2 , Coming soon!!

It’s Just a Small Cut! (Legolas x GN!Reader)

Practice Makes Perfect (Legolas x F!Hobbit!Reader)

A War of Ice and Fire Preview (Thorin Oakenshield x F!Targaryen!Reader)

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon Blurbs #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

Watercolor Eyes (S2 Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Baby, You’re No Good For Me (S1-2 Daryl Dixon x F!Walsh!Reader) Part 2 | Part 3

When You Come See Me (S2-3 Daryl Dixon x F!Grimes!Reader)

Payment-In-Kind (Shane Walsh x F!Dixon!Reader)

‘Til I Know You’re Mine (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Don’ Say a Damn Thing (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Darlin’, Don’t Lie, It’s Okay That You Crave Me (Daryl Dixon x F!Virgin!Reader)

I Will Love You ‘Til the End of Time (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Daryl Dixon w/ Lady Gaga Songs (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

Closer (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

[i-write-stories7890]

Hiii

Name: Led

Gender: Genderfluid (they/them mostly)

Sexuality: Pan

Sign: Libra

I WRITE STORIES!!!

PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!!💗💕💗💕

HP

Remus lupin

Sirius black

James potter

Disclaimer, I don't support jkr or her shitty views

Hellaverse

Stolas

Vassago

Lucifer

Asmodeus

Fizzarolli

Tolkien

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Thorin

Bilbo

Marvel

Loki

Bucky barnes

Tasm Peter Parker

Tony stark

Grishaverse

Nina

Matthias

Kaz

Inej

Jesper

Wylan

Aleksander

Yuurivoice

Auron

Seth

Finn

Vamp Auron

Gravity falls

Stanford

Stanley

won't write: smut, pregnancy

Will write: ship x reader, headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort, AUs, yandere, fem reader, gn reader, male reader, Trans reader, platonic or romantic,

Love and light, have a wonderful night!

[emwritessometimes]

What I’ll write

Dreamsmp

Dreamwastaken

Georgenotfound

Sapnap

Karl Jacobs

Wilbur soot

Tubbo

Tommyinnit

Quakity

Maze runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Teresa

(Any movie set)

Umbrella Academy

Luther

Diego

Alison

Klaus

Five

Ben (sparrow and umbrella versions)

Viktor

Lila

(Any season set)

Avengers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Natasha

Wanda

MJ

(Any movie set)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

(Any movie set)

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Boromir

Faramir

Frodo

Pippin

Samwise

Merry

Arwin

The Hobbit

Thranduil

Legolas

Tauriel

Thorin

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

Rings of Power

Galadriel

Elrond

Isildur

Elanor

Eärien

Bronywm

Theo

Throndir

Ontomo

Poppy

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Mirage

Arcee

Bumblebee

Cheetor

Airazor

Mandolorian

Din Djarin (Mando)

Bo-Katan

Cara Dune

Call of Duty

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

John Price

Shadow and bone

Alina Starkov

Mal aretov

Max Brekker

Jesper Fahny

Matthias

Aleksander

Dylan

Nina Zenik

Zoya

Inej

Genja Sadfin

Nikolai Lantsov

Pekka Rollins

Tolya

David Kostyk

Cobra Kai

Miguel

Robby

Hawk(Eli)

Sam

Tory

Moon

Kenny

Demetri

Anthony

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Alastor

Vaggie

Adam

Lute

Emily

Vox

Angel dust

Husk

Sir penstious

Cherry bomb

Lucifer

School Buss Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ashlyn Banner

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

Maverick

Ready player one

Wade Watts (Parzival)

Samantha Cook (Art3mis)

I will also write

Smut (for certain characters)

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Yandere

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Please let me know if there are any other shows or movies that you would like to see! I will try my best to get to everyone. Send a request and I will see if I can do it.

For some of these characters I am uncomfortable doing any kinda of smut considering some of them are teenagers. But other than that yall pretty much have free reign. Yall can also be anonymous if yall want to

Also sorry it’s so long. I wanted yall to be able to choose freely

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[reinekes-fox]

Okay i wanna try to remember everything i wanna say.

Spoilers... probably alot!! Sorry.

I'm gonna number this!:

1. I loved being able to play the game all over again because it felt new to me even tho duh it's not.

2. I liked being a dove. It was my first playthrough as a dove and i was suprised at the optional dove RO even tho we've encountered her before.

3. I still think jonah is absolutely adorable omg.

4. Chase is still a goddamn menace but again romancing him as a Dove just hits different. I still have to do my baby elronds route again and astroria is actually scary. Her and marcel gimma the creeps no lie 🤣 I'd take the yandere aka droznik over them anyday.

Getting onto the update:

1. I still think basti is hot even tho he wants to kill me. Like bruh just lemme flirt with you're dead ass 😒

2. I'm gonna murder Adam!!! Legit. Especially if you were all flirty with him before. My poor baby MC he just thought the dude liked him.

3. Our mother still sucks.

4. Can i stop like dying???!!! 7 on 1 is cowardice 😒 also love how Chase literally kisses us out of a trance.

5. I was not expecting Drozniks' revelation at all!!!! That threw me for a whole loop.

6. There is a scene at the hospital you probably can't fix tho where on his route he helps you get dressed but then all of a sudden Its Fuschia, which confused tf out of me ngl 🤣

I loveeeeeeed the update. Like I've been playing it the whole day and it's like almost 5pm now. I seriously am so obsessed with this i dont think you really get it.

Curses to your goddamn laptop tho because now i gta wait like forever to reach a conclusion to all the unfinished bits and it's torture. Yes yes i know I'm sorry 😞 it sucks for you too but i just wanna side eye your laptop once.

Never apologise! This gives me really meaningful insight as to what the players can’t reach because of my spaghetti code!

(Actually played through it today myself and man it’s bad… so much stuff is missing, tangled that characters who have no business showing up so just show up, you can do things you shouldn’t be able to do)

1. Why don’t you give raven (or beizen again) a chance? :3 they actually got something new in store!

2. every volery will have its own unique RO, most will just show up later! (Because I don’t want to add even more variables to the birthday…)

3. Jonah is a knight in shining armour.

4. Oh can I maybe interest you in giving Marcels route a chance? And poor Astoria, she just wants to put a ring on your finger :(

Update (yes let me know all you liked!)

1. in one route he will save your life actually!

2. poor Adam was just as shocked as you were! „Fuck that hot guy is talking to a vampire…“ and he will write you later, feeling really bad about it!

3. mother dearest, the sad thing is that she actually improved from when she raised MC!

4. oh you aren’t dead just yet! Kind stranger saved you! And yeah chases kiss too

5. that was my plan all along!

6. that happens everywhere it’s awful 😭

How do you think I am feeling, sitting on all this stiff in my head but I can’t write it 🥲 it’s horrible… I have so much stuff I want to put in there… but I can’t…

[oughtnots]

cringetober day 12 - yandere

i had to draw this in the car on the way to a concert but i am so dedicated to the cringe that i did. anyway we have a running joke with @amekinoko about yandere elrond so. well.

[lovefairymina]

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I am continuing my request here, as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy.

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Below here are Glrofindel, haldir and lindir versions. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the first one featuring Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Glorfindel x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𖤓 Glorfindel as a Dark Elf/Yandere with a Female Fairy Reader: Obsession with Protection In his darker form, Glorfindel’s affection for you turns into a possessive obsession. His protective nature intensifies into a need to shield you from all harm, even if that means keeping you isolated. He sees you as something so precious and delicate that no one else is allowed to even look at you for too long. No one else can share your time or your thoughts—only him.

𖤓 Overbearing Care as Glorfindel’s typical kindness morphs into overbearing care, where he controls every aspect of your life for what he believes is your safety. He insists on walking you to every corner of Rivendell and keeps a constant watch on you, even when you’re with others. He will convince himself it’s for your own good—after all, how could anyone understand the fragility of a fairy as you do?

𖤓 The beautiful flowers, delicate trinkets, and soft silks that Glorfindel gives you are laced with dark intentions. They are never just gifts—he insists that each item is a symbol of his love, and they must never leave your possession. The flowers he picks for you are the only ones that can truly make you feel alive, in his mind. Anything outside of his influence is dangerous.

𖤓 He doesn’t let you explore Rivendell without his presence. Every time you express a desire for some personal time or to go somewhere, he insists on coming with you. If you try to go off alone, he will appear at your side before you even realize it, speaking softly about how dangerous the world can be. He’s only trying to protect you, he says, his voice sweet yet heavy with authority.

𖤓 In his twisted sense of love, Glorfindel will isolate you from others. He believes that the only people who should be in your life are those who serve his desires—himself. If he finds any other male Elf or creature showing interest in you, he doesn’t just move them aside. He subtly, yet forcefully, ensures they are far removed from your life, using his authority and influence in Rivendell to keep them away.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s gaze follows you at all times. He watches you, silently, from a distance, hidden in the shadows, making sure you’re safe. If he senses that anyone else is getting too close, he’ll be there in an instant, stepping between you and them with a sudden, sharp smile that hides the storm of his feelings. If you ever question him about his presence, he brushes it off with a charming laugh, though his eyes linger far too long on you.

𖤓 He’ll be gentle and charismatic when he wants to win you over, but there’s always a darker intent behind his words. If he senses you pulling away or doubting him, he becomes more intense—his smile turns to a quiet, dangerous grin, and his words shift from lighthearted to possessive. He’ll whisper in your ear how you belong to him, reminding you that he’s the only one who truly understands you, the only one who can keep you safe.

𖤓 Twisting His Kindness into a Dark Need His famous empathy and kindness take on a dark edge. He’ll say things like, “I can’t bear to see you hurt, my love,” as he locks you in his arms. His touch is soft, but there’s an undeniable pressure behind it, as if you’re the only thing that matters in his world. Any affection from you feeds his obsession, and he will always find ways to remind you that his devotion is unmatched. He’ll reassure you that no one else can care for you like he does.

𖤓 Jealousy and Rage as Glorfindel, despite his normally calm and composed demeanor, becomes possessive to the point of rage if another tries to get too close to you. In his mind, it’s not just a matter of affection—it’s a matter of rightful ownership. His jealousy doesn’t burn like fire, but instead simmers quietly, becoming more dangerous the longer he hides it. He’ll occasionally drop subtle, dark hints about what would happen to those who dare to challenge him.

𖤓 Glorfindel’s softer romantic gestures now feel more suffocating than sweet. The romantic picnics by the lake or the gentle touches become manipulative acts of control. He might hold your hand too tightly, trace his fingers over your skin in a way that’s meant to reassure you of his control. The soft kisses he once gave you now seem more desperate, as if he’s trying to claim a part of you that he believes he’s losing.

𖤓 Glorfindel sees the freedom and the ethereal nature of a fairy like you as something wild that must be tamed. He believes that, with enough of his presence, you will come to understand that the world outside of his protection is dangerous. His soft words turn into commands, gently shaping you to fit the mold of the world he’s creating for you—a world where only he exists.

𖤓 The Dream of Forever As Behind his smiles and affectionate gestures lies an unyielding need for eternal commitment. Glorfindel speaks often of forever, his gaze softening as he imagines a life with you in it, always. He tells you how he’s waited for someone like you for centuries and how no force in Middle-earth could ever separate you. His version of love is not one of mutual respect, but one of ownership, believing that your souls are forever entwined.

𖤓 In his darkest moments, Glorfindel might share his fears and desires with you. He tells you how lonely he has been, how hard it is to protect everyone and yet feel the emptiness in his heart. He’ll hold you in his arms during these moments, letting you be the one thing that fills the void he’s carried for so long. His feelings are raw, almost pitiful, but the weight of his affection will always overshadow them. In his mind, you are the answer to his emptiness—and no one else could ever fill that role.

𖤓 Should you ever attempt to leave or distance yourself from him, Glorfindel’s sweet nature would vanish completely. His grip would tighten, his calm voice turning cold, filled with quiet but undeniable authority. He might say something like, “You think you can escape me? You belong to me, now and forever,” before pulling you closer, his embrace suffocating yet filled with the twisted notion of love he holds for you.

𖤓 In his yandere state, Glorfindel's physical affection would be overwhelming. He would want to touch you constantly-his arms would linger around you, his hands always seeking you out, tracing your wings, your face, and your form as though ensuring that you are truly there, and that you belong to him alone. He often strokes the delicate wings of a fairy, marveling at their beauty, but in a possessive way. He might run his fingers gently along the edge of your wings, almost reverently, as if they were his greatest treasure. His touch would linger too long, just to remind you that he owns every part of you, even the most delicate.

𖤓 Glorfindel's physical affection would not always be gentle. He would want to hold you tightly, to trap you in his arms where no one else could reach you. His embraces would be possessive, almost suffocating, with him pressing his cheek against yours and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair or your wings. His kisses would be tender, but there would be an intensity behind them. His lips would linger longer than you expect, and he would take his time exploring your face, memorizing every detail. He might whisper your name between kisses, as though he cannot believe you're real.

𖤓 Your wings would be a source of great fascination-and obsession-for Glorfindel. He views them as an extension of your soul, something so unique and beautiful that it is impossible for anyone but him to touch or admire. His touch on your wings would be worshipful, but in a way that leaves you feeling trapped. He would often stroke your wings, brushing his fingers against the delicate veins, marveling at their sheer beauty. But, at times, it would feel as though he's claiming ownership of them-almost as if he wants them to be as much a part of him as they are a part of you.

𖤓 He would take extra care of your wings, making sure they are always pristine. If they become damaged, even by accident, he would react as though it is a personal betrayal, vowing to make the world around you safer and more controlled. The idea that anyone could harm your wings or your beauty would send him into a fit of rage, and he would do everything in his power to ensure it never happens again. If you were to try and hide your wings, Glorfindel would make it his mission to "uncover" them. His desire to see every part of you would overtake any sense of personal space or boundaries. He would lovingly but forcefully pull your wings free from any coverings, wanting to revel in the sight of their magnificence.

𖤓 As a dark elf consumed by his obsession, Glorfindel would not allow you to be out of his sight for long. He would track your movements, always making sure that you are nearby, watching you with burning eyes from a distance. If you're in a crowd, his gaze would be the only one that feels heavy upon you, constantly watching from the shadows, making sure no one else tries to get too close. He would take steps to isolate you from others, believing that the world is too dangerous for someone as delicate and beautiful as you. He would subtly intervene whenever anyone tries to speak to you for too long, stepping in to shield you from the eyes of others. Your movements, your conversations, your interactions-everything would be monitored. If someone dares to speak to you for too long, especially a male, Glorfindel would interrupt, smiling charmingly, but with a razor edge. He might even intervene in the most subtle of ways, just to ensure you are never left alone with someone he deems unworthy.

𖤓 Glorfindel's words would shift from comforting to obsessive, filled with declarations of how you are meant to be his and his alone. In private, he would murmur to you, whispering sweet but dark words, calling you his "beloved," his

"treasure," his "only light." His devotion would border on madness, as though he sees no world without you by his side. He would speak of your future together, painting pictures of a life where you never leave his side. His obsession would bleed into every word, even the softest compliments would carry a sense of ownership. "No one else can touch you like I can," he would say with a calm but dark smile, "You belong to me, now and forever."

𖤓 If you ever tried to disagree, he would calmly remind you of your place, his voice smooth, but unyielding. His obsession would make him deluded, believing that everything he does is for your own good, to protect you from a world that doesn't deserve you. Intense Affection Behind Closed Doors, Glorfindel's affectionate displays would be intense when you are alone, where his calm, composed demeanor would drop.

𖤓 He would gather you in his arms, pulling you close to him. The closeness would almost feel smothering at times, his hand always resting near your wings, stroking them gently but possessively. When the world is out of sight, his affection would feel all-consuming, like the two of you are the only ones in existence. He would kiss you deeply, passionately, each kiss tinged with a sense of urgency-his need to claim you, to make you feel his love in every touch, every kiss. At times, you might even feel as though he is testing you, seeing how far you'll allow him to go, and the moment you hesitate or show discomfort, his expression would darken, and he'd gently remind you that you are his.

𖤓 Glorfindel would need to feel that he has full control over your life, your choices, your movements. His possessiveness would go beyond simple affection, pushing into the realm of control. You would never be able to leave his presence without his permission, not because he would physically stop you, but because he would subtly make you feel that it's not safe for you to be anywhere else. He would insist that he accompany you wherever you go, ensuring that no one can get close to you without his watchful eye. Any attempt to break free, whether physical or emotional, would be met with a soft but firm reminder of his love for you. Glorfindel would not let you slip away from him. He would keep you in his world, where you belong, forever.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Haldir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

➳ Haldir’s love for you, dear fairy, is not only protective but possessive, a side he keeps well-hidden beneath his disciplined exterior. The moment you step into Lothlórien, he becomes aware of your every move, your every breath. Despite his usual cold demeanor toward strangers, his fixation on you brings out a darker, obsessive edge that no one, not even his brothers, can see coming.

➳ He would be outwardly respectful and polite, maintaining his formal, stoic presence at all times. However, in the quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, Haldir’s gaze would follow you intently, as if he’s studying every nuance of your movements, learning your every need before you even voice it. Your comfort is paramount to him, but not for the reasons you may think—it’s because you are his, and he must ensure that nothing, no one, can harm or distract you from him.

➳ Haldir’s care for your safety extends far beyond what is reasonable. The moment you express an interest in leaving Lothlórien, or heaven forbid, interacting with others outside of him, he becomes intensely overprotective. Going to Rivendell? “You will need ten guards at least,” he declares with an unwavering calm, already making preparations. Going to Mirkwood? The mere thought sends him into a protective frenzy. “Spiders? You will stay here where it is safe. I will not allow such dangers to even approach you.”

➳ His stoic exterior masks the storm brewing inside. Whenever you seem to grow closer to someone else, even in the most innocent ways, his possessiveness flares. His eyes narrow, and without you even noticing, he subtly maneuvers the situation to ensure no one can ever come too close to you. He is not above using his influence to subtly remove anyone who shows too much interest in you, especially if they pose a threat to his control over you.

➳ If someone dares touch you or speak to you in a way he does not approve of, you will see his dark side—he is not above being harsh. Haldir’s discipline will slip, and his actions will show just how far he’s willing to go to preserve his claim on you. He would not hesitate to distance you from anyone who could steal your attention away. The quiet whisper of his anger would send chills down your spine, and you’d know—this is no longer the Haldir you once knew.

➳ In moments of intimacy, he is both tender and fiercely possessive. When he holds you close, it is not only to comfort you, but to remind you, silently, that you are his and no one else’s. He craves this intimacy, but it’s on his terms. His arms will tighten around you as if to never let you go, especially when the two of you are alone in your private moments. He will watch you sleep, his fingers brushing against your skin, a possessive gleam in his eye.

➳ Haldir enjoys the act of you depending on him. He believes it is his duty and privilege to take care of you, but it quickly becomes more than that. You’re not just someone to be protected—you’re his responsibility, his obsession. He watches over you so closely that you might begin to feel trapped, unable to make a move without his watchful eyes.

➳ His words of affection take on a darker tone. In private, he might whisper, “You are mine, and no one else can have you.” His voice is low, almost possessive, as if saying it aloud is some form of claiming you further. If you ever try to protest or assert any independence, his gaze hardens, and a cold silence will follow, the kind that makes your heart race. He does not take kindly to resistance, and you know it.

➳ Despite his protective nature, Haldir is not afraid to use his influence to isolate you. You might find yourself living in a world where only he exists, surrounded by those who serve him or who could be a potential threat to you. He creates a bubble around you, carefully crafted to protect you but also to control every aspect of your life. If you even think about venturing beyond it, his warnings would be sharp, his patience tested.

➳ But beneath it all, Haldir genuinely believes his actions are out of love. His obsession, his possessiveness, all stem from the same place—a deep, unwavering affection for you. And while you might struggle with his boundaries and actions, he will assure you, “Everything I do is for you. You are the only one who matters to me, and I will keep you safe, always.”

➳ His affection for you is consuming, and no matter how much you try to assert your independence, he always finds a way to draw you back in. His love for you is not just a part of him—it is the core of his existence. He would not hesitate to remind you of that.

➳ Haldir would always be watching you, his ever-keen eyes scanning the surroundings to make sure no one, or nothing, threatens your safety. He might have an unsettling habit of lingering in the shadows or near your dwelling, making sure you’re never out of his sight. His protective instincts would be so strong that he feels any danger—even the possibility of someone else noticing you—must be eliminated.

➳ Haldir’s affection would be highly physical, but in a controlling, possessive way. He would often touch you without warning, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder or arm, guiding you wherever he deems appropriate. His affection would manifest in small, seemingly caring gestures that conceal his obsession—rubbing your hand in his or holding your waist, anchoring you to him, ensuring no one else could take your attention.

➳ Your wings, delicate and ethereal, would be a focal point of Haldir’s obsession. He would be very protective of them, often running his fingers over them, admiring their beauty but also claiming them as a part of you that only he is allowed to touch. He might gently stroke the feathers, perhaps too roughly at times, as if testing how much they can withstand. He’d insist on keeping them hidden, perhaps binding them tightly with his cloak or gently tucking them beneath his arm to protect them from any potential harm or attention.

➳ The longer you spend together, the more he isolates you from the world. While he might use gentle words, “For your safety,” or “The world is dangerous, my love,” it becomes clear that this is not about safety but about his need to control your every move. He would often take you to secluded parts of Lothlórien, away from others, so no one can approach you. Your wings, which he finds so beautiful and precious, would be a constant reminder of the bond between you two. He might even insist that they remain hidden, fearing someone might try to steal your attention or, worse, harm you.

➳ Haldir’s desire would not be purely physical but emotionally consuming as well. He would become obsessed with every part of you, seeking to understand your preferences, fears, and dreams. When you sleep, he would lie next to you, his body curled around yours, ensuring no one could take you from him. In these moments, he would be the most vulnerable, holding you so tightly that you might feel the force of his obsession—but he would believe it’s for your protection.

➳ If anyone shows even the slightest interest in you, Haldir would quickly intervene, his anger masked under a layer of calm control. He might quietly tell someone, “She is mine,” or subtly, but effectively, eliminate any threat to his claim over you. He wouldn’t hesitate to use his position as a Marchwarden to banish any intruders or discourage anyone who dared to approach you.

➳ His words would become darker, more possessive as time goes on. He might whisper in your ear, “I will keep you safe, no matter the cost,” or “No one can love you like I do.” His voice would grow more intense and fervent, especially when no one else is around. He might tell you that your wings are “too precious to be seen by others” or “too vulnerable to be left unattended.” He believes that your beauty belongs only to him, and his love for you is exclusive.

➳ Haldir’s affection would manifest in carefully orchestrated romantic moments. Perhaps he would give you flowers from the borders of Lothlórien—flowers that only he knows how to pick. They would be beautiful, but he’d choose them for their symbolism: they are from him, they represent his love, and no one else can ever offer them to you. He might insist on private moments where he can embrace you, touching your wings in ways that might feel intimate, but also controlling. His care would be so intense that it could feel stifling, especially when he insists on keeping you near him at all times.

➳ While Haldir would present himself as devoted, his manipulation would become more evident over time. He might claim that the outside world is “dangerous” or that “only he can truly understand you.” He would speak of protecting you from the harsh realities of Middle-earth, using these words as a shield for his own desire to control you. The lines between love and control would blur, and you might begin to question if there is any true freedom for you while he is around.

➳ His yandere tendencies would also extend to your interactions with others. If you show any kindness toward another elf or stranger, Haldir would immediately grow cold, withdrawing from you until you reassure him that your loyalty belongs solely to him. He might become uncharacteristically harsh or distant, only to return once he has “confirmed” that you belong to him, offering you soft, possessive affection in the form of hugs, kisses, or sweet whispers.

➳ When you are alone, Haldir would soften—his hardened exterior would crack just slightly, revealing a longing for you that he hides from others. But, there would always be a dark undertone to his smiles and gestures. When he gazes at you, it’s not just love that glimmers in his eyes—it’s the intense fixation he has on you, as if he is quietly claiming you for himself, piece by piece.

➳ The intensity of his protective nature would not only keep others away from you but also make him increasingly possessive of your time and attention. If you were to stray too far from him—whether to speak to someone else, go for a walk, or simply enjoy the peace of Lothlórien—he would be quick to reassert his presence, ensuring you understand that no one can keep you safer than he can. His love for you is his life’s work, and it is something he would fight to the death to preserve.

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Yandere/Dark Elf lindir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

♫ In a darker version of Lindir, the seemingly shy and reserved elf transforms into someone with a deep, obsessive love for you, the female fairy. While he may retain his usual politeness and gentleness, beneath that surface lies a simmering intensity that is both protective and possessive. His feelings, once hidden behind the guise of restraint, become all-consuming, and he will go to great lengths to ensure that no one, not even the slightest threat, stands in the way of his devotion to you.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, becomes deeply protective of you, but in an almost suffocating way. He sees you as a delicate, precious creature—fragile and ethereal—and he cannot bear the thought of anything or anyone harming you. He will insist on being by your side constantly, subtly manipulating situations to ensure you are never alone with others. If a male elf approaches you, whether for casual conversation or something more, Lindir’s presence will quickly be felt. He won’t make his disapproval known outright, but his eyes will always be watching, calculating, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

♫ While Lindir appears humble and gentle, his mind is sharp, and he is always calculating. He is an expert at manipulating situations in his favor, using his position as Elrond’s right hand to subtly influence the actions of others. When it comes to you, he will use his knowledge of your interests, desires, and weaknesses to weave a web of control around you. He will know the books you enjoy, the songs that make your heart flutter, and the things that make you smile. He’ll gently guide you toward his desires, making you think the decisions are yours while, in reality, he’s the one shaping your choices.

♫ Lindir’s affection for you borders on possessiveness. He believes that you belong to him and him alone. His words will often be laced with this belief, though he speaks them softly, almost as if trying to convince both himself and you. His compliments become more intense, but with an edge of obsession: “You are my light, my muse. The world outside this place is cruel and unforgiving. Let me protect you from it.” He may even refer to you as “my dearest,” “my precious,” or “my heart,” subtly reinforcing the idea that you are his to care for, love, and, in some twisted way, control.

♫ Though Lindir may not be overtly aggressive in his methods, he watches you constantly. His presence becomes increasingly felt in your day-to-day life, though it’s often subtle—like a shadow in the corner of your vision, a soft rustle of footsteps behind you. When you venture outside or spend time with others, Lindir follows from a distance, just close enough to ensure no harm comes to you but far enough to keep his actions hidden. He believes the outside world is a dangerous place for someone like you, so he isolates you, making you dependent on him for comfort, for knowledge, for companionship.

♫ Lindir, in his darker form, will shower you with soft, intimate gestures of affection—those that seem gentle but hold a deep possessiveness. He will offer to sing you songs at odd times, his voice smooth and sweet, yet each note seems to bind you closer to him. He will leave small, personal gifts for you—handwritten notes, a flower from the garden, a special song he wrote just for you. These gifts are not simply tokens of affection; they are symbols of ownership, reminders that you are his.

♫ Lindir has the power to subtly manipulate those around you. If he senses anyone is becoming too close to you, he will use his position to subtly drive them away, creating distance between you and others. He is an expert at playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others, and he will use this to isolate you, ensuring you become more reliant on him and less likely to seek companionship from anyone else. If someone dares to court your favor, he will not hesitate to “accidentally” make their words fall on deaf ears or cause misunderstandings that push them away.

♫ Despite his obsessive nature, Lindir’s greatest fear is rejection. His love for you is deep, and he fears that if you were to ever leave him, it would break him. He watches you closely, analyzing every word you say, every gesture, every glance, desperate to ensure that you still care for him. If you show any hint of doubt, even unknowingly, it would send him into a spiral of self-doubt and anxiety. He becomes more desperate, clingier, and eager to prove himself to you, often going to great lengths to win your favor.

♫ To Lindir, his love is not something of this world—it is eternal. He views his bond with you as something that transcends time itself. There is no part of Middle-Earth that could separate you from him. He will frequently remind you that you belong together, in this life and beyond. “We are fated, meleth. Nothing can tear us apart.” In his mind, this is not just love—it is destiny, and you have been chosen for him, just as he has been chosen for you.

♫ In private, Lindir’s true darkness reveals itself. He is tender and loving, but the weight of his affection is heavy, almost overwhelming. He will wrap you in his arms, holding you close, kissing you with soft but possessive passion. Every kiss will feel like a reaffirmation of his claim on you. He whispers sweet, desperate things in your ear, urging you to never leave him, to never doubt his devotion. These moments feel comforting, but there’s an undercurrent of desperation in them—a constant reminder that you are his, and no one else’s.

♫ Eventually, Lindir will confess his love to you, but it won’t be a simple admission. It will be something deep, intense, and emotionally charged. He will stammer and blush, perhaps nervously fumbling with words, but his eyes will be filled with sincerity. “I—” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I love you, meleth. More than I can express. More than you will ever know.” From that moment on, his love becomes something darker, more possessive. He will never let you go, never allow you to leave his sight. You are his, and he will make sure everyone knows it.

♫ In his darkest form, Lindir is a master of control and manipulation, using his quiet demeanor and sharp mind to bend situations to his will. While he remains outwardly kind and humble, inside he is a force of quiet obsession, determined to keep you close, safe, and utterly devoted to him. His love is powerful—but so is his need to own you.

♫ Lindir would often reach out to touch your wings, his fingers brushing over the delicate feathers with an almost reverential gentleness, but there’s a possessiveness in his touch. He traces their shape as if marking them as his, unable to resist the urge to keep you physically close. When others approach you, Lindir’s posture becomes rigid and tense. If anyone dares to get too close, he would subtly pull you closer to him, positioning his body as a shield between you and any perceived threat. He would often run his hands over your wings in a soothing yet controlling manner, admiring their beauty but secretly fantasizing about how they could be clipped or restrained so you could never fly away from him.

♫ Lindir would want to be near you all the time, ensuring that you’re always in his sight. His voice, though usually calm, could take on a dark, almost intoxicating tone when he speaks to you, lulling you into a sense of security, but there’s a hidden intensity behind it. He would sing for you, his melodies taking on an almost hypnotic quality, with the haunting implication that his songs are a way to bind you to him emotionally and mentally, making you feel as if you cannot escape him.

♫ Lindir knows the fragility of a fairy’s wings, and as a yandere, he would sometimes lightly trace the veins of your wings with his fingers, a reminder of your vulnerability. He might even gift you delicate chains or ribbons, and place them on your wings as a symbolic way of “marking” you as his. The chains would glitter, but you’d feel a sense of unease as he whispers about how beautiful your wings are, while hiding darker thoughts about how he’d keep you forever by his side. At times, when you’re asleep or vulnerable, he might gently hold your wings in his arms, almost as if cradling them to prevent you from flying away. There’s an eerie sense of calmness in his expression as he holds them, keeping you close

♫ If you ever tried to leave or distance yourself, Lindir would give you affectionate gifts—perhaps beautiful flowers or trinkets, designed to allure you back. But underneath his gifts is a threat: “If you leave, who will take care of you? Who will protect your precious wings?” His words could be sweet but manipulative, as he subtly encourages you to depend on him more. The more you lean on him for affection, the more possessive he becomes, wanting to be the sole source of comfort and safety in your life.

♫ His love for you isn’t just about the physical—there’s an emotional aspect to it that’s twisted. Lindir might express that he loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything to make sure you never leave him, including hurting anyone who poses a threat to your relationship. He could become incredibly jealous, especially if other beings, even friends, give you attention. Lindir would likely isolate you, ensuring that you’re always near him. His affection for you becomes a source of control, and he’d always want to be the one to make you smile, to make sure you’re always looking at him with admiration, ensuring your loyalty through a mix of charm, fear, and subtle threats. Keeping You Close, Always At the darkest point, Lindir might go so far as to use magic or physical means to ensure you remain close. He may subtly enchant your wings or weave spells to prevent you from flying too far or escaping from his sight. He wants to be the one who determines your freedom, and your wings become the symbol of his dominance.

♫ In moments of extreme possessiveness, he might try to keep you in his arms, preventing you from leaving or spreading your wings. When you’re in his presence, his hands often hover near your wings, never letting you out of his sight, and his gaze is one of possessive longing.

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A terrible day in heaven

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (816 words) credits to this post and creator https://www.tumblr.com/gulnarsultan/706766245129781249/yandere-thranduil-and-yandere-elrond-agree-to?source=share

It was a calm and peaceful day in Rivendell, people were drinking tea in the garden, elves were making idle conversation, and the twins were causing trouble. It was a perfectly normal day in Rivendell but for Thranduil and Elrond this day was made for agreement, for an advantage, for a shared desire. 

The air in Elrond's private chambers felt thick with tension as Thranduil and Elrond sat on plush couches, gazing into the fire that crackled in the fireplace. The soft light of the flames danced over their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Thranduil turned to Elrond and spoke, "She belongs to us, does she not?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Yes, she does. But we must be careful. She is breakable and fragile. We must not scare her away."

Thranduil nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I know. We cannot rush this, or we risk losing her forever."

But despite his words, the yearning in his eyes betrayed his impatience.

Elrond leaned back against the cushions and ran his hand through his hair, his voice tight with frustration. "But how long can we wait? I feel my desire growing stronger every moment we don't have her in our arms."

Thranduil's eyes darkened, the possessive fire within him burning brighter at Elrond's words. "I feel the same. The thought of her being with someone else, of her heart being claimed by another..."

Thranduil and Elrond both grew quiet as they thought about the object of their desire, the fire in the fireplace casting an almost romantic glow over the room.

Thranduil spoke quietly changing the subject  "She is breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen in any human. And by elven standards, she would be considered very desirable."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as he recalled her face in his mind. "Yes, she is unlike any other human. There is a grace about her that I cannot describe. And her beauty... it is simply captivating. I find myself drawn to her in a way that I never have been before."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his own need for the girl growing stronger by the day. "Yes, she is. We cannot allow anyone else to have her. We have to make sure she knows that she is meant to be with us."

Elrond's hand ran through his hair again, a nervous habit he had developed in the days since they had first seen the girl. "But how do we convince her? She's young and naïve. What if she doesn’t understand our desires?"

Thranduil nodded agreeing he soon spoke "That is a valid concern. We don't want her to feel manipulated. But we also can't just go up to her and confess our feelings."

Elrond nodded and responded "No, that would likely scare her off. We need to take things slowly. Ease her into the idea of being with both of us."

Thranduil and Elrond sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts before Thranduil spoke up. "We must figure out how this is going to work."

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, we need to discuss the terms of our agreement. How we will share her, and what our expectations are."

Thranduil stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing as he thought about how to approach the situation. Thranduil spoke, "We should make sure she understands that we both care for her and that we will both be an important part of her life.”

Elrond responds to him "Yes, I agree. We should also make sure that she knows that neither of us will try to dominate her or make her choose between us. We both have a claim on her, and she will have a claim on us as well."

Thranduil stopped and faced Elrond, his expression intense. "We must be careful to avoid jealousy between us. We should always be open and communicate clearly with each other about our feelings."

Elrond nodded again, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, I agree. But it won't be easy. We are both already possessive of her. The thought of her being with you, when I want her, is already difficult to bear."

Both men were silent for a moment, the weight of their situation heavy in the air. Thranduil finally spoke up, his voice more solemn than before "I think we have covered everything for now. We have agreed to share her and to be careful not to let our jealousy and possessiveness get the best of us. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

Elrond shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. We just need to make sure we keep our word and treat her with the love and care she deserves."

With a nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats and walked to the door.

Thranduil looked at Elrond his voice quiet "Then I think we are done for now. We will talk again soon?" Elrond nodded "Yes, soon."

They left the room, each lost in their thoughts as they both quietly contemplated their plan to share the girl they had both fallen for.

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Yandere Elrond is planning a baby trap for you to stay. Inside, two sides are fighting over this idea. But remember that even a white rose has a black shade.

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☙Introduction:

ℋello loves !!! A bit about me , I am an April taurus. She/Her. Birthday is 4/26. I am 5’2 ½ ft. tall ! I am a brown POC 🇮🇳 [Person of Color]. ਖਾਸ ਤੌਰ 'ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਹਾਂ [yes i used google translate for this , but I am currently still learning]I love reading and writing! [of course I do , why would I be here ? Sorry that was kinda stupid ☠] ← I do that a lot. [put my own personal thoughts & commentary in brackets] I apologize for that beforehand 😅 I find myself doing that a lot in any of my writing. But I will try to limit myself as much as possible. I also love rainy weather , and hot chocolate !!🚩PINEAPPLE DOESN’T BELONG ON PIZZA, get that shit off of there 👊🚩I also hate peas . I hate them thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Matar [peas] belong in the gutter. One more thing , I have MDD [Maladaptive Daydream Disorder]. And I use fanfictions as an escapism method. But anyways, I cannot wait to meet you and write things for you. [lemme spoil u bbg 😘 😝]

☙rules & regulations:

♥I will write fluff , smut , angst & yandere 🤭

♥Drabbles are around 800-1k words , full fics can be anywhere from 1k-3k-5k

♥ 🚩THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN YANDERE FICS 🚩

♥ Hate will not be tolerated on this blog, if you do not like my content then block me lmao

☙who i will write for:

fandoms:

♥Marvel : Steve Rogers , Bucky Barnes , Loki , Thor , Clint , Natasha Romanoff , Tony Stark , Sam Wilson , T’challa , Shuri , Kukulkan [anyone else you may wish] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Star Wars : Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan Kenobi , Luke Skywalker , Han Solo , Abedala , Princess Leia [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Lord of the Rings / Fellowship of the Ring : Legolas , Thranduil , Aragorn , Haldir , Elrond , Lindir [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Footballers[Soccer Players] : Anyone and Everyone baby 🇵🇹🇲🇽🇫🇷🇦🇷🇧🇷🇪🇸🇭🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 [god I have THE BIGGEST hyperfixation on them rn😚😆] 💚SEND REQUESTS PLSSSS 💚

♥DBH/Detroit Become Human : Connor , Markus , Hank , Ralph [he´s so underrated , god😭] Kiara [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Resident Evil : Leon Kennedy , Chris , [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

☙yandere oc´s :

Yandere pro Athlete [🤭] : ♥Bandaging him when he gets hurt

♥Him getting jealous over your fans [Athlete reader]

♥Finding out you play a sport[Athlete reader]

💚 Send Requests for him pleaseeeee 😭 💚

Yandere Model : ♥Introduction/drabble

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Fanfic stuff

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Masterlist

Landscaping your mind - 100 Followers series - Unfinished and uncontinued

HC Tolkien AU - WIP

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Hiya :) Eli here!  I have a few rules, so here’s what I’ve got.

Things that aren’t going to change

- I write with gender neutral pronouns (they/them).

- Don’t send me things about content creators that are offensive and likely harmful. I have had a few of these in the past and I beg you not to.

- Don’t say (or ask me to say) anything rude directed at any content creator, blogger, etc..

- Inbox and DMs are always open

- I will not tolerate any discriminative behaviour in my inbox, DMs, replies, reblogs, etc. The internet should be a kind and welcoming place where everyone is equal.

DOs

- Suggestive/innuendos (if you want)

- x readers

- Kinds of stories: Headcanons, full stories, drabbles, multi-part stories (e.g. asking for a sequel/prequel/follow-up)

- I will, on occasion, ship. Anything ship related will be tagged with: “[fandom]shipping” “shipping” “[ship name]”

- Request a Hermit, Traffic Series member (I may turn down DL requests depending on if I can work around the soulmate issue), EVO member, etc..

- I’m also a Tolkien, X-Files , Pokemon, and DC nerd, so if you want to talk about those or request someone, hit me up :D For Tolkien fics, just specify if you want it to be based off the book character or an adaption (e.g. book Elrond, film Elrond, or RoP Elrond)

- You can swear as long as it isn’t offensive or a slur

-  I can write angst, yandere, poly, fluff, platonic, family dynamic stories.

- Be specific!

DON’Ts

- I will not write minors.

- NSFW stories. NSFW blogs, please be an anon if you want to talk/put in a request

- I will not write adult x minor or power imbalances (e.g. teacher-student)

- I will not write for real people, only the characters they portray

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

I’m slow, but they are open :D

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In terms of Minecraft

At the moment I write for all Hermits. However, there are some I write better for than others. How much Hermitcraft I write and post will depend on my mental state (see tags for more info).

I write best for (but don’t let that stop you from requesting otherwise!):

GoodTimesWithScar

Grian

MumboJumbo

Zedaph

Xisumavoid

Bdoubleo100

Rendog

Docm77

Ethoslab

VintageBeef

Keralis

Helsknight

Evil X