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[itsonlydana]

all the requests are so lovely <3 i'm already mapping out most of them! And i'll add a "waiting" list on my pinned post this weekend, so you can see the status of your requests and check if it "arrived" in my inbox :)

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[itsonlydana]

reblogging this since an anon told me they couldn't find it. It's linked at the top of my pinned post under: rules :)

To the anon: thank you for being so nice and understanding but don't worry. I usually don't accept smut requests, but I'm inspired by the one you sent in! Do not worry :)

I'm so happy you guys are sending in requests, I can't wait to start writing them and will as soon as I'm done with the 5k Hurt/Comfort Fic I'm writing with our favorite Elvenking🫢

! request-rules 📝

Please read this and the character i write for (mentioned in the fandom m.lists) before you request!

How and what I write:

- only x reader

- in second person- "you"/ the readers' point of view

- gender-neutral except stated otherwise (i feel most comfortable writing a female/gn pov)

- headcanons, drabbles, normal one-shots (nothing over 2k)

- romantic as well as platonic, so please check! (minors f.e. only platonic)

If you have any preferences for gender, pronouns, sexuality, or anything else: let me know in your prompt!

🚫 I don't write:

requests that detail incest, illegal age gaps, extreme topics such as yandere, extreme gore, NSFW, triggering topics, racism, abuse or heavy mentions of abuse, pregnancy

Most of these topics are ones i don't have experience with or don't know much about. I will not write about something that i don't understand or have never experienced my own, simply because it isn't my place to do so.

If it's out of my comfort zone and I forgot to add it to my list, I won't write it. If you are unsure about a topic that isn't on the list, please ask me.

⚠️If you still request something that I explicitly mentioned above, I will not answer the request and delete it.

Please remember that I'm doing this for fun and that your fanfiction authors need your feedback not only for interactions; it's a really really important motivation.

#danas rules

[itsonlydana]

Opening up my Hobbit-requests

My requests are now open again, and for the first time, I'll be writing for The Hobbit — specifically for Thranduil and Bard! As of now, these two are the only ones on my to-write list, simply because I'm not that comfortable with other characters yet :)

Please check my rules beforehand! (Pinned post)

[22.04.2024]

#lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #thranduil x reader #thranduil fanfiction #lotr x reader #thranduil x you #the hobbit x reader #bard the bowman #bard x reader

[itsonlydana]

I feel the weather I've either been freezing my ass off while at school, or I've been a miserable wet cat.

I'm glad my comment made you blush though! I've been ok, school's been a hassle, what with me writing my finals soon (in like 2 months) I'm very nervous about them because i failed once already I'm not too keen on failing again.

But i keep my head above water with the thought that soon enough I'll be on the Dokomi again, this time without a bitch of a best friend who ends up getting pissed at me for not wanting to walk anymore because my feet hurt.

Yeah same, either i'm completly frozen at work or I'm drenched from the rain; both leads to me drinking so much more coffee than usual.

You can do it friend!! I'm sure it'll work out <3 update me pls how they went!

Thats good. Whenever I'm at conventions or such i make sure to check on friends [or myself] bc walking or even standing long times can be such a drag on the body.

#dana chats #dana and em <3

[itsonlydana]

ah, I see. So 'tze' is similar to 'tsk' then. thank you for clarifying!

Ahh no thank you! In German you would use "tze" but if it makes more sense like "tzk" i will consider it for future fics :)

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[itsonlydana]

Hi Dana, how's my favourite writer on all of Tumblr? :3

Hii Em! Right now I'm very much blushing because of that compliment but otherwise I've been well! A bit disappointed in the weather. I love wearing my sweaters but god, I want another sunny day pls :(

How are you?

#dana chats #dana and em <3

[itsonlydana]

hello! I just found your blog and I really enjoy all your fanfics. but I was wondering, what does 'tze' mean?

Hi! Thank you so much! <3

I used "Tze" on multiple occasions as a onomatopoeia. It's supposed to be the sound of the tongue clicking against teeth? Most times i hear it when someone is disappointed or in a teasing manner. A good example for it is that one Interview with Henry Cavill [youtube link]!

I appreciate you asking! That's such good feedback because sometimes I write without considering if what I produce is really understandable :D

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[itsonlydana]

coming back to this now that taylor published her song "how did it end?" and to tell you that this song depicts exactly what i had in mind for the relationship between thranduil and bard and how their marriage went down the drain (mostly) due to the pressure of being the center of attention.

The empathetic hunger descends

One day late (again) but my second entry for @bi-widower-dads Barduil Month 2024 under the prompt "Getting together | Overcoming differences" for week 2! 💌

"But if I showed up at your party (would you have me?)"

Summary:

Being an artist who pours all his feelings onto a canvas can be emotional. Bard, for example, wanted to pass away the second he saw his ex-husband stand in front of a painting, that showed the entire world the messy downfall of their marriage. Even worse: Bard still loved Thranduil.

and my inspo:

#barduil #bard x thranduil #barduil month 2024 #bard the bowman

[itsonlydana]

is there a better way to spend your sunday than listening to the new taylor album(s) and writing thranduil smut?

#accepting your guesses on which of my thranduils #dana chats

[itsonlydana]

One day late (again) but my second entry for @bi-widower-dads Barduil Month 2024 under the prompt "Getting together | Overcoming differences" for week 2! 💌

"But if I showed up at your party (would you have me?)"

Summary:

Being an artist who pours all his feelings onto a canvas can be emotional. Bard, for example, wanted to pass away the second he saw his ex-husband stand in front of a painting, that showed the entire world the messy downfall of their marriage. Even worse: Bard still loved Thranduil.

and my inspo:

#bard x thranduil #barduil month 2024 #barduil #bard the bowman #thranduil oropherion #thranduil fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction

[itsonlydana]

the last few days have been so overwhelming because you guys are following me and liking or reposting my fics/series and i just wanted to say thank you!! And welcome to all the new people🥹

#dana chats #i love u all! #this means so much to me

[itsonlydana]

all caught up in writing for barduil month 24 – will be back for the thranduil x reader train as soon as i'm done breaking my brain over the hottest 'hobbit' dilfs <3

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At the club checkin my tumblr notes

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A bit late but here is my first entry for @bi-widower-dads Barduil Month 2024 under the prompt "First Meetings" for week 1! 💌

Hope you enjoy it:

"Who Are These Children in My Kitchen?"

Summary:

It started with Bain, and now there were three kids in Thranduil's kitchen, expecting him to cook for them, and somehow, Legolas forgot to mention it.

or:

Bard is sick and after caring for his children, Thranduil pays the man a visit. Only to bring him some soup, definitely not to check the single father out.

hot men deserve hot boyfriends

#barduil #barduil month 2024 #bard the bowman #bard x thranduil #thranduil fanfiction #safe link!!! #ao3 fanfic

[itsonlydana]

"Flower On My Skin" | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x human fem!reader 👑

Thranduil gets his hair braided and thinks too much.

warnings/tags: bittersweet, more fluff tho, swf, King Thranduil needs a break

words: 1,9k

an: this is a gift for the lovely @tigereyesf who always comments on my posts on ao3 🤍 the lyrics are from Noah Kahans song "Your needs, my needs'

+ masterlist +

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Thranduil understands that permitting you to be near him might not be wise. It could very well rank among the least advisable decisions he's made in ages.

But he did, he invited you again and again, sending horses and carriages to transport you ever since he found out you traveled all the way from Dale by yourself whenever he sent a letter.

Until he didn't need to anymore.

Not because you wouldn't come, but because you didn't leave.

Never in a million years would anyone have guessed that the stoic Elvenking would invite a human to his palace on more occasions than his own kind and surely no one would have ever thought that he would start courting them.

Yet here he was, sitting in one of his many blooming gardens, swatting away the hand that was currently trying to gather his hair.

"Stop this," Thranduil's stern voice would've had any other shiver in fear of losing their head, though it only makes you giggle.

"Please, let me braid it again," you stable yourself with your hands on his shoulders and lean over, chest pressed against his strong back.

"No, you little nuisance. I shall not! You know of the meeting I will attend later, we do not have the time."

Even though he can't see your face, he knows you roll your eyes at him, he can feel it in the huff you let out before letting go of him. The warmth of your body disappears as you stand up from the bench and throw one challenging look over your shoulder.

Thranduil watches how you lift the skirts of the gown you're wearing, the finest of silks that you've adorned with little handmade bows from the village, and flop down into the grass. There is not one care on your face that the hems will surely stain and that there are perfectly suitable marmor benches all over the garden and only one of those occupied by Thranduil himself.

You seem to ignore them every time you two spend time out here, he noticed you are much more content with your naked feet buried in the high grass and your hair intertwined with the flowers that grow here.

At first, he couldn't understand the fascination you harbored with nature.

Of course, he had a deep appreciation for the forest surrounding his kingdom, the strong resistance of the trees had been an inspiration for the winding halls, the water flowing through the roots and gifting life and the ever so steady wind reminded someone who lived a thousand years that some things, though they change, never completely disappear.

You, on the other hand, could not be separated from nature in any way whatsoever. There had been the flowers, first only on your side of the bed when he'd invited you to sleep next to him, and one day he woke up to find a vase filled with Astilbe flowers on his nightstand and on his vanity as well.

You also spend most of your day either wandering through the woods (which left him restless and worried until you accepted the sword he had his blacksmith forge for you) or meeting him here in the gardens. He would never tell you but before you, he hadn't walked or maker-forbid, sat there for decades.

Now, he found himself soaking sunshine more days than not, reading Elvish poetry to you while you rested curled into his side with one of his hands brushing your hair, or, chasing you on his Elk through the forest, following the sound of your horse and your laughter.

Your infatuation with nature and the stubbornness of pulling him along made him fall for you, deeply and most ardently and he knew that one day he would need to survive the sight of forests and gardens and flowers without the urge to burn them to the ground for outliving you.

As he watches you examine the colorful flowers and gather them in your lap, he isn't sure if he will be able to contain that anger against the gods if the time comes.

You are oblivious to the dark clouds hanging onto his thoughts, he makes sure that you'll never see the heartbreak he lives through while loving you because he knows, he knows that you would do everything in your power to make him happy.

This is who you are, a human that lives and loves and pours all that you are into those around you, he sees it in the gentleness of your hands cupping the flowers before plucking them, in the way your tongue learned a new language for you wouldn't accept not studying it for an answer if you lived here.

You live to love and love to live.

Thranduil shifts, forgetting that there are guards stationed around the gardens who could see their King doing the unthinkable but he doesn't care.

Not with you sitting a few feet away from him, your dress spilled around you, a full smile on your face as you collect the flowers growing there for you, their little heads turning to you as if you are the sun for them as well, and not just for Thranduil.

If you notice him standing up, you give no sign, you don't even stop humming, and the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth at this stubbornness is far too strong to stop it.

"Melethril nîn," he says quietly and his shadow falls over your body. The symbolism and fear of him taking away the sun from you has him clench his jaw. His pain is impatient as if it doesn't know he's going to live longer than he wants to and that it has all the time to break him down.

He quickly shuts those thoughts away behind the sight of you tipping your head back to smirk at him.

This is not the time to dwell on the future, not if he can exist in the moments he shares with you instead of fearing the time when he'll have to think back on them.

"Don't tell me you missed me," you tease.

He scoffs and –surprising you enough to let out a squeak– lowers himself onto his knees next to you.

Eye to eye, he feels much more comfortable, despite the stains that he knows now graze his robes.

"You know," he starts and lets his gaze wander over the flowers in your lap, however, you managed to collect this many of them in such a short time awes him, "the meeting can wait."

You catch onto the meaning instantly, your eyes lightening up even more. The golden rays of the setting sun reflect in them and he reaches forward to cup your face in the palm of his hand and gently leans towards you, capturing your lips in a long kiss that has you gasping.

"Now," Thranduil swipes his thumb over your lower lip, as you separate, tugging playfully at it and giving into another kiss before he continues, "Have your way with my hair, my love. I know you did not collect those flowers for any other reason."

You gasp ingeniously. "You are by far the wisest Elf I've ever met," you say and scoot –maker, he makes a note to get another dress just like this made because surely this will be ruined by the time you leave the gardens– behind his back.

While you gather his hair in your hands, this time without him trying to stop you but relaxing into the soft tugging, you mumble: "So wise, they should make you King."

He chuckles at that. "Ah, but I would need a Queen by my side. Do you know where one could find on–ahhh," his teasing words get swallowed by a sigh as your fingers collect some fine hairs on the side of his head and surely completely on accident run over the shell of his ear to the delicate tip.

"Ooops," you sing and just as his body calms, you repeat the action, even have the gall to scratch the skin with your nails and he melts into a puddle.

His ears burn, not just the one your breath hits but the other one as well and he can feel the blood shoot into his face as well, crumbling the stoic and straight-laced composure of the King who is already on his knees.

"You witch," he presses out between his clenched teeth and hears you giggle. "I should have never told you about that," he murmurs more to himself, trying to regulate his heart beating inside his chest like a wild rabbit on the loose.

You laugh once, a "Pah!" while you tug on his hair, "You didn't tell me," you say and he feels something get pushed inside the braid you are working on, "I found out all by myself."

Thinking back to the night that started this completely outrageous behavior trait of you fiddling with his ears whenever he doesn't pay you enough attention or he says something that teases you a bit too much, he can't tell if you are right or him.

A few years ago he would have shut you down completely because the King would never be wrong but now he grumbles under his breath, agreeing that you must be correct.

Then again, there are many new things that you brought into his life.

He laughs more freely, and not just out of spite of viciously.

He cares more, for you, for his son, for nature and sometimes even for the dwarfs he trades with.

He is formed by you, shaped by your untamable ways of never letting a rainy day ruin your mood.

He is nothing but wax in your hands.

Here, sitting in the gardens and letting you weave flowers in his precious hair, he is no King, he is just a soul yearning for your touch, a flower reaching to bloom in your golden light.

Thranduil's eyes flutter shut as you braid and weave and run your hands over his scalp and through his hair.

He may have fallen asleep, lulled into a trance by the warm sun caressing his face and your voice humming a melody as sweet as any words that you speak, because when you let go of the delicate braids and let them fall into the rest of his hair, he opens his eyes to a pink and purple sunset.

The birds sing their last song and the trees rustle, shaking their branches and leaves as if they would ready themselves for the animals coming to rest in them.

There is a pleasantly chilled breeze that comes with nightfall, one that brings the smell of flowers and grass.

"There," you press a gentle kiss to the skin right behind his left ear, "all done."

For a moment Thranduil is disappointed that you are finished but then he turns to find your smile and all is right.

"Thank you, meldanya," he says, already closing in to express his gratitude with a soft kiss.

You nudge your nose against his, eyes shut in contentment. "Thank you, for letting me. Le ni meleth," you say quietly.

"Always," Thranduil's gaze wanders over you, bathed in rosé and golden hues, the cheeks flushed from the air, your hair wild and untamed, and flowers all over your lap. He grabs a few of them, inspecting the stems and probing them with his sharp nails.

"Let me repay the favor," he effortlessly lifts you, smiling wide at the laugh bursting out of you as he sets you between his legs and onto his robes.

"I want my Queen to wear a fitting crown."

[itsonlydana]

A stained glass inspired creation of Thranduil. Its supposed to be one out of 3 Oropher and Legolas are in progress. Definitely planning to make this on real glass.

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this is seriously so good guys, please check them out if you haven't already!! I know i've found a new pic to print out for my journal or amazing things <3

“In time all foul things come forth."

This time I chose Thranduil✨

Thank you @xxtoxicknightaestheticsxx @firelightinferno @meluiloth-of-rivendell for the suggestion, and thank you to everyone else that gave suggestions I go through all of them 🙏🏻

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