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I think this might be one of my favourite fics I’ve ever written. I know memory loss probs doesn’t quite work like this but it was the best way I felt I could make the fic work haha

Shattered Bliss and New Beginnings (Thorin x gn!reader)

Request @prettygirlfromparadisecity: "I was hoping for a Thorin x Reader oneshot or headcanons or Drabble, whatever picks your fancy really, about Thorin having a betrothed or a wife back when Erebor was attacked by Smaug, but she was lost and assumed dead when Smaug attacked. Maybe by some miracle, reader ends up living with Bilbo and during ‘An Unexpected Party’ they reunite?"

Not a minute went by that Thorin didn’t think about that dreaded day. It had all happened so fast. One moment the young prince had been speaking with Balin the next the wretched wyrm had burst through Erebor’s gates. In the panic Thorin had managed to have a fleeting moment with his beloved. As the Prince was making for the treasure room he’d run into Y/N coming from the royal wing. His betrothed’s eyes were wide with fright, body trembling as Y/N moved to him.

“Thorin, what’s going on?” Y/N questioned desperately. Grabbing them the Prince pulled Y/N firmly into his embrace for a short moment. “Listen to me very carefully” Thorin instructed, “Dale is in ruins, a dragon has breached the gates, it’s in the mountain. I suspect it’s heading for the treasure vault. I need to get there and save my grandfather if I can. It’s too dangerous for you to come with me abnȃm (beauty). Keep following this corridor, it should keep you out of sight and get you to the front gate. Get to safety and bring as many of our people with you as you can.”

Tears were dripping down Y/N’s cheeks as Thorin’s words sunk in. “Halwȗn (Sweet one)…please come with me” Y/N begged grasping the front of Thorin’s tunic. “You know I can’t do that khȋȇ (my One)” Thorin consoled as he wiped away the stray tears that streaked down Y/N’s cheeks. With a parting kiss, Thorin unwound Y/N’s hands from his tunic. “Go now, be safe” Thorin urged as he began making his way towards the vault.

It was the last time that Thorin had seen his intended. The odd survivor of the Sacking remembered being assisted by the to be royal as they evacuated but nobody was sure what had happened to Y/N. Officially missing, likely dead but Thorin didn’t know for sure. His thoughts lingered on Y/N desperately trying to commit their every last detail to memory. But with time the details had begun to blur and slip, fueling Thorin’s bitterness and drive to reclaim their home.

It was for this reason that the dwarf found himself before the round green door of a hobbit hole. In such a uniform proper place Thorin was highly doubtful they’d find one, but the wizard had insisted. From the doorstep he could hear the hum of his rowdy kin inside and then hushed silence as he knocked. A small underwhelming hobbit tailed by the Grey Wizard answered. After a short greeting and dressing down of Bilbo Baggins, Thorin marched into the dining room to greet his kin.

Balin attempted to intercept him in the doorway, “Thorin wait there’s something we need to discuss privately before you go in there.” But it was too late, the sight in the dining room stopped Thorin in his tracks. The view was one he’d only dreamed of. Sat in between his two young nephews was his beloved.

Happiness gave way to confusion, hurt, and anger that swirled around his head like a hurricane. He was relieved to see Y/N alive, confused why now of all times they had chosen to make an appearance, hurt that there had not been so much as a letter to him in all that time, and anger at this supposed rejection and betrayal.

“I thought you were dead and here you sit supping with our kin pretending as though nothing ever happened” Thorin managed through clenched teeth. Y/N’s head snapped up, eyes meeting his gaze. “Thorin please, I promise I can explain” Y/N begged rising from the table.

“I looked for you, mourned you. I spent the last 170 years haunted by your memory” Thorin all but belowed. “Please, let’s speak in private. Let me explain where I’ve been and why bunnel (treasure). I promise I never intended to leave you” Y/N consoled as they strode towards him. Even in his hurt Thorin longed to hear honeyed words of comfort from his betrothed. With a curt nod to Y/N he turned towards the hobbit, “Master Baggins is there somewhere that Y/N and I may speak privately.”

The hobbit glanced between the two dwarves. “Y/N knows Bag End well, they’ll take you to privacy” Bilbo simply answered. Before Thorin could dwell on the implication of his words Y/N had taken him by the hand, leading him deeper into the home. The two came to a private sitting room away from the company, the hushed buzz of conversation in the background.

“Sa’gimthiya (sit)” Y/N instructed gesturing to an armchair as they took the other. Thorin did as he was told, perching anxiously in the chair. Y/N studied him for a moment before speaking, “Sasakhabi abnamul (you look handsome). Age and hardship have done little to your looks halw (sweet).” Thorin blushed slightly at the praise but the hurt he felt soon raised its head. “Tell me ‘ubran (great treasure) where have you been and why reappear now of all times?” Thorin questioned softly.

“Even now some of the details are slightly blurry so bear with me” Y/N assuaged. Thorin nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. “I knew that your Nana’ (sister) had been in the sitting room back in our wing so instead of leaving like you told me to I went back. By the time I got back the wing had been evacuated. It’s mostly a blur but I managed to get to the gate. I stayed for some time helping the injured and vulnerable escape. I’m not entirely sure what hit me, a chunk of wall maybe, but Mahal the horror I awoke to it was indescribable Thorin” Y/N’s voice began to waver.

Instinctively Thorin had shuffled to the edge of his seat, taking Y/N’s hands in his own.  “I could hear the smouldering of the remains of the pines, the smell of smoke and blood, the shattered stone flung for miles, and bodies…so many bodies. I could see Dale on fire in the distance. I just remember fleeing. Running until I collapsed. I didn’t know where I was going or why, only that I needed to get away. I ended up in a small human village. They were kind enough to tend my wounds but knew little about head injuries. I spent days in and out of consciousness, my memories a blurred confusing mess. Eventually, I was recovered enough that I left but had little inkling of where I should go. I simply continued north-west until I came to Bree. I settled there for a while, doing odd jobs to get by. I met Bilbo’s mother, Belladonna, whom I remained good friends with for the rest of her life. After his father died Bilbo invited me to live at Bag End. He thought it cheer his mother up. I sort of just stayed after that.”

Thorin nodded slowly as he digested Y/N’s story but before he could speak Y/N continued, “I’ve recovered most of my memory over the years, but some details remain fuzzy. I have some memory of our time together. It’s the specific details that continued to elude me. I…I couldn’t even recall your name until Dwalin appeared at the door. I tried looking for you in the Blue Mountains where I’d heard our kin had settled but how do you look for someone when you remember so few details about them?” Tears had begun to track down Y/N’s cheeks at the confession and Thorin felt his own eyes begin to blur. Y/N hadn’t abandoned him, not intentionally.

Thorin got down on his knees in front of his love as he continued to cup and caress Y/N’s hands. “I never stopped loving you halw kurdu (sweet heart). Not one day has gone by when I didn’t think of you. I have longed for this moment, to be bathed in the light that is your presence. I looked for you amongst the survivors and was devastated when I couldn’t find you. I was told that you were amongst the dead. If our people hadn’t looked to me for a leader, especially after the deaths of my father and grandfather, I’m sure I would have died from the anguish I felt” Thorin confessed, “Even after all these years I never entertained the idea of finding a new partner. Amlanthi sulla dê astâ (You mean everything to me).”

Y/N gave him a watery smile, giving him a long sweet kiss on the forehead. “If you’ll have me even after all this time then I am yours” Thorin declared. He was answered with a deep breath-taking kiss, the only answer needed. The past may have been stolen from them but the duo had the future to look forward to.

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Shattered Bliss and New Beginnings (Thorin x gn!reader)

Request @prettygirlfromparadisecity: "I was hoping for a Thorin x Reader oneshot or headcanons or Drabble, whatever picks your fancy really, about Thorin having a betrothed or a wife back when Erebor was attacked by Smaug, but she was lost and assumed dead when Smaug attacked. Maybe by some miracle, reader ends up living with Bilbo and during ‘An Unexpected Party’ they reunite?"

Not a minute went by that Thorin didn’t think about that dreaded day. It had all happened so fast. One moment the young prince had been speaking with Balin the next the wretched wyrm had burst through Erebor’s gates. In the panic Thorin had managed to have a fleeting moment with his beloved. As the Prince was making for the treasure room he’d run into Y/N coming from the royal wing. His betrothed’s eyes were wide with fright, body trembling as Y/N moved to him.

“Thorin, what’s going on?” Y/N questioned desperately. Grabbing them the Prince pulled Y/N firmly into his embrace for a short moment. “Listen to me very carefully” Thorin instructed, “Dale is in ruins, a dragon has breached the gates, it’s in the mountain. I suspect it’s heading for the treasure vault. I need to get there and save my grandfather if I can. It’s too dangerous for you to come with me abnȃm (beauty). Keep following this corridor, it should keep you out of sight and get you to the front gate. Get to safety and bring as many of our people with you as you can.”

Tears were dripping down Y/N’s cheeks as Thorin’s words sunk in. “Halwȗn (Sweet one)…please come with me” Y/N begged grasping the front of Thorin’s tunic. “You know I can’t do that khȋȇ (my One)” Thorin consoled as he wiped away the stray tears that streaked down Y/N’s cheeks. With a parting kiss, Thorin unwound Y/N’s hands from his tunic. “Go now, be safe” Thorin urged as he began making his way towards the vault.

It was the last time that Thorin had seen his intended. The odd survivor of the Sacking remembered being assisted by the to be royal as they evacuated but nobody was sure what had happened to Y/N. Officially missing, likely dead but Thorin didn’t know for sure. His thoughts lingered on Y/N desperately trying to commit their every last detail to memory. But with time the details had begun to blur and slip, fueling Thorin’s bitterness and drive to reclaim their home.

It was for this reason that the dwarf found himself before the round green door of a hobbit hole. In such a uniform proper place Thorin was highly doubtful they’d find one, but the wizard had insisted. From the doorstep he could hear the hum of his rowdy kin inside and then hushed silence as he knocked. A small underwhelming hobbit tailed by the Grey Wizard answered. After a short greeting and dressing down of Bilbo Baggins, Thorin marched into the dining room to greet his kin.

Balin attempted to intercept him in the doorway, “Thorin wait there’s something we need to discuss privately before you go in there.” But it was too late, the sight in the dining room stopped Thorin in his tracks. The view was one he’d only dreamed of. Sat in between his two young nephews was his beloved.

Happiness gave way to confusion, hurt, and anger that swirled around his head like a hurricane. He was relieved to see Y/N alive, confused why now of all times they had chosen to make an appearance, hurt that there had not been so much as a letter to him in all that time, and anger at this supposed rejection and betrayal.

“I thought you were dead and here you sit supping with our kin pretending as though nothing ever happened” Thorin managed through clenched teeth. Y/N’s head snapped up, eyes meeting his gaze. “Thorin please, I promise I can explain” Y/N begged rising from the table.

“I looked for you, mourned you. I spent the last 170 years haunted by your memory” Thorin all but belowed. “Please, let’s speak in private. Let me explain where I’ve been and why bunnel (treasure). I promise I never intended to leave you” Y/N consoled as they strode towards him. Even in his hurt Thorin longed to hear honeyed words of comfort from his betrothed. With a curt nod to Y/N he turned towards the hobbit, “Master Baggins is there somewhere that Y/N and I may speak privately.”

The hobbit glanced between the two dwarves. “Y/N knows Bag End well, they’ll take you to privacy” Bilbo simply answered. Before Thorin could dwell on the implication of his words Y/N had taken him by the hand, leading him deeper into the home. The two came to a private sitting room away from the company, the hushed buzz of conversation in the background.

“Sa’gimthiya (sit)” Y/N instructed gesturing to an armchair as they took the other. Thorin did as he was told, perching anxiously in the chair. Y/N studied him for a moment before speaking, “Sasakhabi abnamul (you look handsome). Age and hardship have done little to your looks halw (sweet).” Thorin blushed slightly at the praise but the hurt he felt soon raised its head. “Tell me ‘ubran (great treasure) where have you been and why reappear now of all times?” Thorin questioned softly.

“Even now some of the details are slightly blurry so bear with me” Y/N assuaged. Thorin nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. “I knew that your Nana’ (sister) had been in the sitting room back in our wing so instead of leaving like you told me to I went back. By the time I got back the wing had been evacuated. It’s mostly a blur but I managed to get to the gate. I stayed for some time helping the injured and vulnerable escape. I’m not entirely sure what hit me, a chunk of wall maybe, but Mahal the horror I awoke to it was indescribable Thorin” Y/N’s voice began to waver.

Instinctively Thorin had shuffled to the edge of his seat, taking Y/N’s hands in his own.  “I could hear the smouldering of the remains of the pines, the smell of smoke and blood, the shattered stone flung for miles, and bodies…so many bodies. I could see Dale on fire in the distance. I just remember fleeing. Running until I collapsed. I didn’t know where I was going or why, only that I needed to get away. I ended up in a small human village. They were kind enough to tend my wounds but knew little about head injuries. I spent days in and out of consciousness, my memories a blurred confusing mess. Eventually, I was recovered enough that I left but had little inkling of where I should go. I simply continued north-west until I came to Bree. I settled there for a while, doing odd jobs to get by. I met Bilbo’s mother, Belladonna, whom I remained good friends with for the rest of her life. After his father died Bilbo invited me to live at Bag End. He thought it cheer his mother up. I sort of just stayed after that.”

Thorin nodded slowly as he digested Y/N’s story but before he could speak Y/N continued, “I’ve recovered most of my memory over the years, but some details remain fuzzy. I have some memory of our time together. It’s the specific details that continued to elude me. I…I couldn’t even recall your name until Dwalin appeared at the door. I tried looking for you in the Blue Mountains where I’d heard our kin had settled but how do you look for someone when you remember so few details about them?” Tears had begun to track down Y/N’s cheeks at the confession and Thorin felt his own eyes begin to blur. Y/N hadn’t abandoned him, not intentionally.

Thorin got down on his knees in front of his love as he continued to cup and caress Y/N’s hands. “I never stopped loving you halw kurdu (sweet heart). Not one day has gone by when I didn’t think of you. I have longed for this moment, to be bathed in the light that is your presence. I looked for you amongst the survivors and was devastated when I couldn’t find you. I was told that you were amongst the dead. If our people hadn’t looked to me for a leader, especially after the deaths of my father and grandfather, I’m sure I would have died from the anguish I felt” Thorin confessed, “Even after all these years I never entertained the idea of finding a new partner. Amlanthi sulla dê astâ (You mean everything to me).”

Y/N gave him a watery smile, giving him a long sweet kiss on the forehead. “If you’ll have me even after all this time then I am yours” Thorin declared. He was answered with a deep breath-taking kiss, the only answer needed. The past may have been stolen from them but the duo had the future to look forward to.

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Hiya! God I’m bad at requesting, but I’m going to try. I was hoping for a Thorin x Reader oneshot or headcanons or Drabble, whatever picks your fancy really, about Thorin having a betrothed or a wife back when Erebor was attacked by Smaug, but she was lost and assumed dead when Smaug attacked. Maybe by some miracle, reader ends up living with Bilbo and during ‘An Unexpected Party’ they reunite? I hope this is okay, and I’m sorry if it’s too specific! -Ophelia xx

You're all good! I love getting requests that are specific, it helps give me direction to the writing. I've written the first half of the fic and am working on the rest at the moment. I'll tag you in it when I've finished it :)

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Do you still write for Frieza?

I do! I was taking a little break from writing but if you have a request feel free to send it through and when I get a chance I'll write it. I have a lot going on atm so it may take me a lil while though (just as a heads up) :)

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So, I saw ur requests were open and wanted to request a Thranduil x reader fic

Y’know that post that’s like, got home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat?

This one?

Could you something with this where Thranduil is the one who gets home drunk (mostly cause I don’t care for alcohol) and it’s just super cute and fluffy??

A/N: sorry for the long delay but I hope you enjoy this! It’s short but sweet (I hope).

Joyful Frivolities (Thranduil x reader)

Thranduil was in rare form. With hundreds of years worth of drowning his sorrows about the loss of his late wife it was rare to see him like this. Yet when he had met Y/N his cup had slowed and eventually his drinking became reserved for joyous occasions.

It gladdened the hearts of his subjects to see the Woodland King begin to shake the shadows that as haunted him. The changes had been subtle at first. Fleeting but warm smiles, more frequent appearances in public, less harshness in his tone. As time grew though and the relationship between Thranduil and Y/N strengthened a miracle began to occur.

Rather than barricading themselves in surrounded by the gloomy threat of the Mirkwood, Thranduil began to make moves to heal the Woodlands. The foul creatures that had taken residence were driven out, their nests cleared. Slow progress was made to heal the trees, cleanse the cursed rivers, and invite woodland critters back.

Now when the King drank it was with his subjects to celebrate the progress that had been made. It was after one such evening that Y/N found themself at the mercy of Thranduil’s joy filled drunkenness. While Y/N certainly enjoyed the merriment of festivities as they had begun to drag into the late night and the attendees become more jolly they had excused themself. Kissing Thranduil’s cheek and bidding that he enjoy himself Y/N had retreated to their shared chambers for some light reading.

Several hours ticked by unnoticed by the bookworm until the still peace was suddenly breached. A loud thud followed by muffled giggles had caused this interruption. The door swung open to reveal the intruder. A drunken Thranduil.

“My darling” Thranduil exclaimed excitedly as he threw his arms out ready to embrace Y/N. Thranduil was certainly a sight. His pin straight platinum locks were strewn messily topped by an ever so slightly crooked crown. Before Y/N could even react they were being peppered with sloppy excited kisses all over their face as Thranduil flopped down on top of them.

Giggling, Y/N squirmed about in delight at his relentless attack. “Thranduil what’s caused this” Y/N choked out amongst fits of giggles. “I *peck* just *peck* love you” Thranduil laughed as he continued to shower Y/N with kisses. These playful frivolities becoming a sign of the Woodland King’s regrowth and happiness in this new age.

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Swimming Lessons (Goku x reader)

On a scorching summer afternoon, the gang had gathered on Roshi’s island to cool off and catch up. Y/N was stretched out on a beach towel bathing in the warm summer sun watching the playful splashing of the Z fighter gang. Bulma was up on Yamcha’s shoulders, Krillin on Tien’s, and Chiaotzu floating nearby on Turtle’s back. They were giggling and teasing one another as Krillin and Bulma tried their best to push one another off. Krillin had strength, but Bulma had both height and her feisty nature to her advantage.

Goku who had been floating alongside them came running out of the ocean towards Y/N. “Come on Y/N we can take them” Goku cheekily chippered. “Looks fun but I’m quite comfy here” Y/N mused lazily stretched out as they gazed up at him. Goku was getting quite desperate as his gaze whipped between the play fight and Y/N. Hopping from foot-to-foot Goku began to let out whiney pleas, “Please Y/N. Come on I promise we’ll win.” Y/N felt bad turning him down but there was no way they were getting in the ocean. “I’m sorry Goku but I can’t. You know I never swim when we hang out like this” Y/N guiltily apologized.

Confused by this, Goku wracked his brain thinking back to all the times the gaggle of friends had hung out at the beach. In his memories Y/N always seemed absent when it came to water-based activities and he felt somewhat guilty for failing to notice. But determined to change that Goku cheerfully mused, “Let’s change that then! Starting now with a win against the victor.” Bending down Goku began trying to help his friend up. “No, I can’t Goku!” Y/N exclaimed loudly while swatting his hands away. Y/N peered around conspiratorially to make sure nobody had noticed the outburst before continuing, “I can’t get in the ocean because I can’t swim. Even with you there I’m afraid something will happen, and I’ll drown.” Goku’s eyes widened in surprise and before Y/N could hush him he loudly blurted out, “Wow I can’t believe you can’t swim at our age Y/N.” Y/N’s body flushed with embarrassment as they began to shift uncomfortably.

Despite knowing that Goku was a bit socially inept and hadn’t meant to hurt their feelings his assertion stung. Turning their gaze to the fun in the water Y/N admitted, “Yes okay I can’t swim, nobody ever taught me. It’s not like it’s something people are born knowing how to do and it’s too embarrassing to ask someone to teach me.” “I could teach you” Goku chirped instantly. Taken aback by his offer Y/N questioned him, “are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden.” Goku smiled brightly down at Y/N, “Of course! If you’re too embarrassed to learn with everyone here now we can meet up some other time for a lesson. I know the perfect place where no one ever goes.” Accepting his offer with a shy grin, “Thanks Goku, I appreciate it. I’m definitely keen to learn.” Plopping down on the sand next to his friend Goku bumped their shoulders together, “Any time.”

--- Several Day ---

Y/N had received a call from Goku earlier that morning inviting them around to his home for a swimming lesson later that afternoon. Pulling up in the Capsule Corp car Bulma had gifted them Y/N saw Goku emerging from one of the buildings. The property had been left to him by his Grandpa Gohan before his disappearance.

Hopping out of the car, Y/N was quick to greet Goku with a quick hug. Goku gave a quick squeeze back before moving to pop the boot and help unload. Y/N had packed ingredients to cook Goku dinner as thanks for the lesson. The muscular man gathered up all the bags in one go and began lugging them inside. After dumping them down rather uncarefully on the table the two fell into a comfortable rhythm as they unpacked and stored the groceries. Once they had all been packed away Goku led Y/N down a winding worn dirt path.

The two made small talk as they walked through the trees, breaking through into a small clearing. Before them lay a sparkling lake framed by soft sandy shores with several large rocks that were perfect for sunbathing. Grabbing Goku’s arm excitedly Y/N exclaimed, “Goku this is perfect! It’s gorgeous.” Goku gave Y/N a cheeky grin and led the way closer to the lake. “I’m glad you like it, I often come here to swim and fish” Goku mused as he stripped down into his swimming trunks. Following suit, Y/N stripped down into their own swimsuit. Taking Goku’s hand the two waded hand in hand to waist depth.

Despite Y/N’s nervousness they completely trusted Goku to keep them safe. “We’ll start easy. Lie on your back like a starfish” Goku instructed. Doing as they were told Y/N laid back and put their trust in Goku’s guidance.

--- A Few Hours Later ---

After a few hours of learning different swimming styles Y/N had begun to get the hang of it. Y/N splashed around as Goku watched his student with pride. “See, it didn’t take you long to learn, did it?” Goku praised, “with a little bit more practice you’ll be a pro.” A little embarrassed by his praise Y/N splashed the man. “Oh, so it’s like that” Goku smirked, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Within seconds Y/N was drenched and gasping for air open mouthed like a goldfish. A full water war had begun, and it wouldn’t be settled until a victor had emerged. A happy ending to Y/N’s decades long aversion to the water.

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Solemn Goodbyes (Thranduil x poly!reader x Thorin) - Alternative Ending

A/N: This is the alternative ending to the requested poly!reader mini series. TAGS: Angst.

Part one: Reigniting Old Feuds Part two: Escalating Tensions Part three (Ending): Seeking Recompense

Y/N had decided, tomorrow they were going to visit Bard. The King always knew what to say, even if it wasn’t always what one wanted to hear. Pouring out the contents of her stone cold cup in the kitchen sink Y/N heard a loud knock at the door. By now it was certainly the hour of the witch, not a common time for visitors by any means. Perhaps Bard had heard the rumours that they’d returned back to town and come to check in. Hurrying to the door Y/N unlocked it and cracked it just enough to look through. The sight was unexpected to say the least. Two dishevelled Kings stood upon the stoop.

Before either could speak Y/N answered, “I’m sorry…this isn’t going to work. It’s best that we end things here and now. I won’t be made to choose between the two of you nor will I be responsible for war and tensions between Elves and Dwarves. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d quite like to retire for the evening” Y/N tiredly mumbled, moving to close the heavy door. The door was met with resistance barring it from closing. It was a jar enough that Y/N was able to peer around it to see two hands stopping the door. One hand was smaller and rougher than the other, with age old calluses from years of harsh work. The other was as pale as moonlight with long slender fingers that looked as though they have never worked a day in their lives. Neither hand pushed particularly hard, simply enough to prevent Y/N from closing it.

“Y/N please wait” Thorin begged his voice thick with emotion. Angered by their persistence Y/N swung the door open suddenly, “what more is there to be said?“ The young human was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance at the door. “Even if the two of you have made tentative peace, what's to stop the two of you starting up again in the future? I can’t do this, I shouldn't have to. The two of you promise me that this would work, that our relationships would be healthy. Enough is enough.“

Both men nodded, expressions swirling with guilt and upset. “We understand and we were wrong. Our feuding for your affections put you in an uncomfortable position. A mediator having to temper the green eyed monster of jealousy. We gave a word that we would make it work and then we broke it. For what it’s worth it’s worth we’re sorry” Thranduil offered as Thorin nodded in agreement.

Weighing Thranduil’s words Y/N assessed their body language. To the credit of both men it did seem that they were sincerely sorry. “If you’re willing to give us another chance then we will make things right. The two of us already have ideas of how to stop this in future” Thorin admitted, “ but if you are unwilling to give us a second chance we understand. We’ll leave you to your peace.”

Thranduil quickly followed up, “you don’t have to decide now. We’re willing to wait as long as you need.” A pregnant silence fell between the three as Y/N mulled over the offer. Each suitor stood tense and tall, breath baited as they eagerly awaited response. Eyes fluttering closed Y/N took a deep breath, loudly exhaling to steel their nerves. Meeting the gaze of each man Y/N firmly asserted, “I’ve made my decision.”

--- Ending Diverges Here ---

“I appreciate the apology, but I won’t come back. I’m sorry to disappoint the two of you but I won’t put myself in that position again” Y/N firmly voiced. The air seemed to grow colder around them and Y/N wrapped their arms tightly around themself. The spark of hope within the two’s eyes dimmed and their expressions became grim.

An uncomfortable silence settled over the trio. “I wish we could make this work but it’s for the best. The presence of a fourth, the green-eyed monster jealousy, makes our relationship unsalvageable. It’s reared its head once and a few honeyed words won’t silence it now” Y/N justified, “We have to think about our peoples too. If these tensions were to grow then man, elf, and dwarf would suffer.”

“There’s nothing we can say or do that will change your mind?” Thorin questioned desperately, “At least let us tell you about the safeguards we’ve put in place, please.” “I…no I’m sorry but it would be best if the two of you leave” Y/N disagreed. Each man nodded, tears clouding their eyes. “Just know that if you ever change your mind both of us would be willing to reunite in a heartbeat” Thranduil conceded, tone dripping with sorrow. Touching each former lover’s cheek briefly Y/N gave each a heartbroken but loving smile before stepping back and softly closing the door.

Pressing an ear gently up to the door Y/N strained to listen through it. It took several long minutes but eventually footsteps began to lead away. When Y/N was certain the two were gone, they slumped into the cold oak door as sobs wracked their body uncontrollably. A bitter end to once loving relationships that had been tainted by the tendrils of jealousy.

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I decided to finish this here and then just post the alternative ending separately. Alt Ending is up now. I hope I’ve done your request justice @satans-bitch!

Part Three: Seeking Recompense (Thorin x poly!reader x Thranduil)

Part One: Reigniting Old Feuds & Part Two: Escalating Tensions

A/N: I decided to finish this here and then just post the alternative ending separately.

Y/N had decided, tomorrow they were going to visit Bard. The King always knew what to say, even if it wasn’t always what one wanted to hear. Pouring out the contents of her stone cold cup in the kitchen sink Y/N heard a loud knock at the door. By now it was certainly the hour of the witch, not a common time for visitors by any means. Perhaps Bard had heard the rumours that they’d returned back to town and come to check in. Hurrying to the door Y/N unlocked it and cracked it just enough to look through. The sight was unexpected to say the least. Two dishevelled Kings stood upon the stoop.

Before either could speak Y/N answered, “I’m sorry…this isn’t going to work. It’s best that we end things here and now. I won’t be made to choose between the two of you nor will I be responsible for war and tensions between Elves and Dwarves. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d quite like to retire for the evening” Y/N tiredly mumbled, moving to close the heavy door. The door was met with resistance barring it from closing. It was a jar enough that Y/N was able to peer around it to see two hands stopping the door. One hand was smaller and rougher than the other, with age old calluses from years of harsh work. The other was as pale as moonlight with long slender fingers that looked as though they have never worked a day in their lives. Neither hand pushed particularly hard, simply enough to prevent Y/N from closing it.

“Y/N please wait” Thorin begged his voice thick with emotion. Angered by their persistence Y/N swung the door open suddenly, “what more is there to be said?“ The young human was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance at the door. “Even if the two of you have made tentative peace, what's to stop the two of you starting up again in the future? I can’t do this, I shouldn't have to. The two of you promise me that this would work, that our relationships would be healthy. Enough is enough.“

Both men nodded, expressions swirling with guilt and upset. “We understand and we were wrong. Our feuding for your affections put you in an uncomfortable position. A mediator having to temper the green eyed monster of jealousy. We gave a word that we would make it work and then we broke it. For what it’s worth it’s worth we’re sorry” Thranduil offered as Thorin nodded in agreement.

Weighing Thranduil’s words Y/N assessed their body language. To the credit of both men it did seem that they were sincerely sorry. “If you’re willing to give us another chance then we will make things right. The two of us already have ideas of how to stop this in future” Thorin admitted, “ but if you are unwilling to give us a second chance we understand. We’ll leave you to your peace.”

Thranduil quickly followed up, “you don’t have to decide now. We’re willing to wait as long as you need.” A pregnant silence fell between the three as Y/N mulled over the offer. Each suitor stood tense and tall, breath baited as they eagerly awaited response. Eyes fluttering closed Y/N took a deep breath, loudly exhaling to steel their nerves. Meeting the gaze of each man Y/N firmly asserted, “I’ve made my decision.”

The world seemed to slow as Thorin and Thranduil awaited Y/N’s answer, breath baited. “I’m willing to forgive the two of you, IF you promise me that this foolishness won’t happen again. This is the one and only chance. If it happens again, I promise you both that I won’t even answer the door to you” Y/N asserted firmly. Each lover let out a relieved breath, nodding as they took in Y/N’s words. “We won’t break our word again but your terms are fair” Thorin agreed as Thranduil hummed in agreement. Stepping to the side Y/N opened the door welcomingly, “now that’s settled, why don’t the two of you come in and tell me more about the safe guards you’ve thought up.”  

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Happy Ending: Seeking Recompense (Thorin x poly!reader x Thranduil)

Part One: Reigniting Old Feuds & Part Two: Escalating Tensions

A/N: I decided to finish this here and then just post the alternative ending separately.

Y/N had decided, tomorrow they were going to visit Bard. The King always knew what to say, even if it wasn’t always what one wanted to hear. Pouring out the contents of her stone cold cup in the kitchen sink Y/N heard a loud knock at the door. By now it was certainly the hour of the witch, not a common time for visitors by any means. Perhaps Bard had heard the rumours that they’d returned back to town and come to check in. Hurrying to the door Y/N unlocked it and cracked it just enough to look through. The sight was unexpected to say the least. Two dishevelled Kings stood upon the stoop.

Before either could speak Y/N answered, “I’m sorry…this isn’t going to work. It’s best that we end things here and now. I won’t be made to choose between the two of you nor will I be responsible for war and tensions between Elves and Dwarves. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d quite like to retire for the evening” Y/N tiredly mumbled, moving to close the heavy door. The door was met with resistance barring it from closing. It was a jar enough that Y/N was able to peer around it to see two hands stopping the door. One hand was smaller and rougher than the other, with age old calluses from years of harsh work. The other was as pale as moonlight with long slender fingers that looked as though they have never worked a day in their lives. Neither hand pushed particularly hard, simply enough to prevent Y/N from closing it.

“Y/N please wait” Thorin begged his voice thick with emotion. Angered by their persistence Y/N swung the door open suddenly, “what more is there to be said?“ The young human was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance at the door. “Even if the two of you have made tentative peace, what's to stop the two of you starting up again in the future? I can’t do this, I shouldn't have to. The two of you promise me that this would work, that our relationships would be healthy. Enough is enough.“

Both men nodded, expressions swirling with guilt and upset. “We understand and we were wrong. Our feuding for your affections put you in an uncomfortable position. A mediator having to temper the green eyed monster of jealousy. We gave a word that we would make it work and then we broke it. For what it’s worth it’s worth we’re sorry” Thranduil offered as Thorin nodded in agreement.

Weighing Thranduil’s words Y/N assessed their body language. To the credit of both men it did seem that they were sincerely sorry. “If you’re willing to give us another chance then we will make things right. The two of us already have ideas of how to stop this in future” Thorin admitted, “ but if you are unwilling to give us a second chance we understand. We’ll leave you to your peace.”

Thranduil quickly followed up, “you don’t have to decide now. We’re willing to wait as long as you need.” A pregnant silence fell between the three as Y/N mulled over the offer. Each suitor stood tense and tall, breath baited as they eagerly awaited response. Eyes fluttering closed Y/N took a deep breath, loudly exhaling to steel their nerves. Meeting the gaze of each man Y/N firmly asserted, “I’ve made my decision.”

The world seemed to slow as Thorin and Thranduil awaited Y/N’s answer, breath baited. “I’m willing to forgive the two of you, IF you promise me that this foolishness won’t happen again. This is the one and only chance. If it happens again, I promise you both that I won’t even answer the door to you” Y/N asserted firmly. Each lover let out a relieved breath, nodding as they took in Y/N’s words. “We won’t break our word again but your terms are fair” Thorin agreed as Thranduil hummed in agreement. Stepping to the side Y/N opened the door welcomingly, “now that’s settled, why don’t the two of you come in and tell me more about the safe guards you’ve thought up.”  

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I’m glad you’re liking it!!! I finally uploaded the next part! It’s a little short but I’m planning on two endings based off of it :)

Escalating Tensions (Thorin x poly!reader x Thranduil)

This is part two to Reigniting Old Feuds. I will be writing a part three. Request by @satans-bitch

Clasping the hot porcelain cup between their hands, Y/N stared blankly into the crackling fire of the hearth. The room flickered as flames licked up logs and turned the kindling too ash. The fighting and jealousy of their two lovers had run Y/N ragged and in a bid to escape it they had returned to the peace of their modest home in Dale. As the moon shone through the window the cozy home felt lonely. Yet Y/N would rather face the bitter sting of loneliness than continue to suffer through the raging rivalry between Thorin and Thranduil. The young human began to reflect upon the beginning of their relationship.

Harsh banging upon the door startled Y/N awake. Realising they had cried themself to sleep at their desk after having envoys deliver each king their answer the young advisor gently rubbed their eyes. Gritty sleep fell from as Y/N cringed at their swollen feel. Rising and straightening themselves out Y/N took in a deep breath before heading to answer the door. Y/N had a decent idea of who it might be visiting so early in the morning. Upon answering the door Y/N had little chance to step back before two figures were barging their way into the small home, arguing the entire time.

Thranduil and Thorin stood before Y/N each looking as though they’d had little sleep the night before. “You’re serious about what you sent then? That you won’t choose between the two of us” Thorin broached carefully. Having little energy left Y/N simply nodded. Thorin pursed his lips together tightly as his brows furrowed. “What if you didn’t have to choose between us?” Thranduil reasoned. Y/N straightened up surprised by the implication of Thranduil’s words. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting” Y/N squeaked searching both kings faces trying to gauge their feelings.

“We spoke about it before we came. While neither of us is particularly keen on the thought of sharing, we also don’t want to lose you” Thorin confirmed. “Can you promise that you will not be jealous of one another? That we can set boundaries to stop any resentment or jealousy building?” Y/N questioned cautiously. It was fine to suggest a polyamorous relationship, but Y/N knew that with two rivals as volatile as these two it was likely to devolve into jealousy, bitterness, and anger. A war would not benefit any kingdom, least of all Dale who’d be stuck in the middle of it.

Both monarchs nodded in confirmation. “Our proposal is simple; you would send a month at a time in each of our kingdoms. During that time, the other partner is welcome to write to you, send gifts, and, if agreed upon by the receiving monarch, may even come to visit from time to time. You’d be free to come and go as you please of course and if you wish to return to Dale at any point we can have that arranged too” Thranduil reasoned. “That seems reasonable” Y/N admitted as they mulled over the proposition. “We’ve agreed that even if tension was to arise between the two of us” Thorin gestured to Thranduil “neither kingdom would suffer for it. Trade and allyship is to the benefit of both of our people if Sauron is to return.” Bowing their head a large smile broke out on Y/N’s face, “then I accept this deal.”

A small smile had made its way to Y/N’s lip as they reminisced upon the beginning of the relationship. It had been a surprise that the two had even settled on such an agreement but not unwelcome by any means. If anything, it had seemed an omen of good things to come. Things had been great between the three of them, at least for several months before the jealousy had set in and two rivals had fallen back into old habits.

After having spent a month in Erebor with Thorin, Y/N had made the journey by armed escort to the Woodland Realm. Thranduil had been delighted to see his beloved, sweeping Y/N into his arms as soon as the guards had left his sight. Nuzzling his nose into Y/N’s neck he’d suddenly paused, a sudden stiffness to his embrace. Surprised Y/N pulled back slightly trying to figure out what was going on. Thranduil’s hand shot up to clasp the newly beaded braid woven into their hair. His grip was gentle enough as to not hurt them but firm as he inspected the bead. Tight jawed Thranduil had said nothing else about it before dropping his hand and pulling Y/N along to their shared chambers.

The Elven King did not need to say anything, his thoughts were clear. Thranduil was bothered by the braid and courting bead that Thorin had gifted Y/N. The dwarven lover had meticulously woven strand upon strand together as an open declaration of his love to any who came across Y/N. Outside of the overwhelming sense of love and pride such an action had imbued them with, Y/N had thought little upon what Thranduil would think about such a gesture. Now it seemed that perhaps that oversight was a mistake, that envy would once again rear its ugly head.

Y/N kicked themself for not putting a stop to it then. In truth they hoped that it would resolve itself, it certainly seemed like it had when the rest of the visit went on uneventful. They should have known it was the calm before the storm.

The night before Y/N was set to return to Erebor Thranduil had presented Y/N with a breath-taking gift. Reasoning that if Thorin was allowed to permanently mark Y/N as his that Thranduil should have the same right he had presented them with a delicate bead imbued with the White Gems of Lasgalen. So, Y/N found themself with a braid and courting bead from both king’s woven into each side of their hair.

Y/N only hoped that the act wouldn’t upset Thorin, especially considering the significance of courting beads and hair braiding in dwarven culture. Their prayers went unanswered.

Approaching the towering stone gates of Erebor Y/N wrung their hands nervously. Thorin awaited them with at the gates with a glowing grin. His excitement was short lived. Once his eyes had spotted the elven braid his brow had furrowed, and mood darkened. Greeting Y/N cordially as not to give away his upset to anyone watching their greeting. After sweeping Y/N away to settle into their quarters in the royal wing he’d kissed Y/N fiercely before storming out. “I have a letter to write to that elven bastard” Thorin had boomed as he stalked towards his study.

Things had only soured from there with countless other tense meetings and angry words shared. That was why Y/N found themself back in Dale, an attempt to escape the escalating hostilities and regroup. It was obvious that if they did not intervene now that the two would continue to annoy Y/N with their childish bickering. A game plan was needed, and Y/N knew the exact man to help come up with it.

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Could you do a one-shot of Frieza? Maybe he’s just hovering above earth plotting (as villains typically do with their internal monologues) and gets hit with the “love at first sight” of a human girl, (perhaps a friend of bulma) and is immediately captivated by how gentle and beautiful she is, but this is Frieza we’re talking about so he probably thinks she did something to him to make him feel this sort of way

Bewitched (Frieza x fem!reader)

A/N: This one is a little short but I hope you like it!

Revenge was a dish best served cold, a thought Frieza had been pacifying himself with constantly since his first defeat on Namek. He’d spent countless hours plotting about how he would rid himself of the Saiyan scum. Now the time had come. After countless hours of training, something Frieza hadn’t done a single day in his life, he was ready. They would pay for their humiliation, for his temporary dethroning. As the ship came to a stop, hovering above Capsule Corp he flew out towards it to survey the scene.

Below him stood a crowd of earthlings, half-Saiyans, and his two foes standing in front of the crowd waiting for him. As Frieza scanned over the crowd he found himself instantly bewitched. A mere human woman stood amongst the crowd gazing up at him with a mix of fear and hatred. The sight tugged at his heart in an unknown spinechilling way.

“Women, who are you? What have you done to me?” Frieza shrieked pointing at her, tail whipping violently behind him. The terrified woman merely cried out in fright clinging to the arm of Vegeta’s blue haired woman. A delicate looking creature, especially in such a state of fear. “What the hell are you talking about” Vegeta crossly snapped back, jaw clenched as he stared up at his former slaver. “How dare she use her powers on me” Frieza emphasised. “Powers? What powers?” the small bird boned women asked voice quivering. “Y/N is just a normal human. She can’t even channel her ki” Goku replied to Frieza, head cocked as he analysed him.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Frieza had returned, revenge was in his nature. Yet, it seemed something else entirely was afoot. “Her! She’s done something to me. I’m having a strange squeezing in my chest. It didn’t start until I made eye contact with her, she’s bewitching me” Frieza snapped at the two stupid Saiyans. Vegeta was visibly taken aback for a second before he broke out in barking laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes the oldest Saiyan simply said, “If you’d told me as a boy that I’d get to see Frieza, Lord of the Universe flustered by a simple crush.”

Frieza was stunned by Vegeta’s bold proclamation, “It can’t be. You’re wrong Vegeta, that woman isn’t as innocent as she seems.” Vegeta simply burst out into louder more obnoxious laughter. Y/N stood stunned beside Bulma at the scene unfolding unsure what to make of it. “If Y/N has you so wound up then you might as well leave. Neither Kakarot or I are interested in fighting you when you’re not at your best” with that Vegeta turned and strode away from him.

“Mark my words, the next time I return I’ll destroy this planet and all of you pathetic creatures on it” Frieza announced in faux calm, “I’ll find a way around this bewitching.” Stealing a final glance at Y/N Frieza tactically retreated, convinced that he’d find a way to overcome this and return for his long-awaited revenge.

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I’ve finally written the ending to the Thorin x poly!reader x Thranduil fic request! I’ve decided to turn it into a choose your own ending type fic. Will you choose to end things with your two flames or will you seek healthy resolutions to your issues?

Hopefully I’ll have it typed out to post later this week!

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They’re streaming Coachella on WeChat in China and I’m losing my mind at this poor censor who was trying to move this black box around to censor the dancers’ asses while Megan Thee Stallion was performing “WAP.” Someone please find the clip and post it on here, I can’t explain how funny it was to watch this black box frantically bounce around from ass to ass while being controlled by a man desperately trying not to lose his job