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Since you're requests are open👉👈 I was wondering if I could request a fluff one-shot with legolas? Legolas and his spouse welcoming their first child into the world? Like they went on an adventure, halfway through reader falls pregnant and instead of turning back they (he) built their dream home and started their life together. Just a domestic, fluffy fic.

𝐎𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Summary ➳ What was supposed to be an adventure turned into a chase until you and Legolas went to Rivendell to relax and to reveal some good news.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Love Story” by Indila. Hello! I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, so please don’t be afraid to ask me. I’m working on things slowly since I don’t want to rush which is why it took awhile to post. P.s I might make a pt 2 where it’s just the reader, Legolas and their little family. Credits to @/saradika for the lotr banner!!

Word Count ➳1.6k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, light sexual content, hickies, established relationship, mentions of violence, Thranduil is kinda jerk, pregnancy, mentions of multiple pregnancies…

You awoke to the cold breeze gazing at your exposed back, you took a moment to move slowly as you were still sore from the night before. The thick blanket rested on your lower half, leaving the rest of you exposed to the elements.

You turn your head to the right, the sound of carving wood caught your attention, and the sound coming from Legolas. His legs were crossed as sat on a tree stump. His eyes narrowed slightly, taking a few seconds to check his progress or to see any mistakes before he continued.

Even though he seemed focused, his face was relaxed, his hair braided back to keep it out of his face, and he was dressed in a thin tunic and trousers. Legolas looked in your direction when you moved, the leaves crunching under you as you wrapped the blanket around your exposed body.

“Sleep well?” Legolas sneered, staring at the hickey on your neck that was barely covered.

“Ha-Ha.” You rolled your eyes as you moved closer to him, sitting at the fire that he made. “What’s that?” You questioned, looking at the wood in his hands.

You reached for it only for him to pull it away from your grasp. “It’s a surprise.” Legolas tucked the wood away and into his bag, setting his daggers to the side.

“You seemed to be having lots of surprises, care to tell me why?” You laid your head on his lap, feeling his hand run through your hair.

“It’s still a surprise.” Legolas chuckled at your playful scoff. “We should continue to move, that is if we wish to avoid my father’s men.”

You let out a muffled whine. “He isn’t going to stop, is he?” Legolas shakes his head. You pull the blanket tighter. “I hope we head somewhere warm. I despise the cold… Perhaps we could visit Rivendell, I’m sure Lord Elrond would be happy to see you.”

“But my father wouldn’t be pleased.”

“Since when did you consider your father’s opinion?”

“I’m… Not quite sure.” You moved your head off his lap when he began to stand. “But let us visit Lord Elrond, I would like a break from sleeping on the ground.”

You too stood. “To Rivendell then.” When you turned to grab your items, his arms wrapped around you to pull you into his chest.

“Lord Elrond isn’t in a hurry, I’m sure he could wait a few more weeks.” Legolas nuzzled into your neck.

“It seems to me that you’re just dying to get caught by your father.” You laughed, feeling his breath tickle you.

“Just a couple more minutes.”

“I can assure you that Thranduil wouldn’t dare march an army into Rivendell, let alone demand his own son return to Mirkwood without said son putting up a fight.” Elrond spoke to Legolas, they both stood on a balcony that overlooked you and Arwen.

Elrond could try all he wanted to calm Legolas’s thoughts of his father doing something drastic but he could see how Legolas looks at you. “...He wouldn’t dare to hurt her. He may be cold but he’s not a monster.”

“No, he wouldn’t.” Legolas admitted. He could sound convincing to anyone but Elrond can sense the tension in his voice. “But he’d do anything to scare her off. He never spoke of anything when I chose to spend my life with her and marry her, even Tauriel didn’t know. It seems that he has a problem with it now.”

“Give it time, soon Thranduil’s eyes will open and he’ll see how happy his son is.”

You and Arwen left Elrond and Legolas to talk. You walked with her around Rivendell, arm in arm, listening to each other’s stories and catching up. “And how’s Aragorn? I heard that he’s going by Strider now.”

“I am saddened that he chose to leave Rivendell all those years ago but… What do they say?” Arwen asked you.

“Made it work, you mean?”

“Yes.” If Arwen’s smile couldn’t get any bigger… “But it makes me wonder, what are you and Legolas doing in Rivendell? Did something happen in Mirkwood?”

“No, no- I mean, ever since Legolas chose me to be with me, it was like a sudden change in his father. It’s hard for me to accept that Thranduil is his father. I don’t even know that being pregnant will change his mind.”

“One shouldn’t think like that, plaguing your mind with-” Arwen froze in her tracks and looked you directly in your eyes. “You’re with child? A babe? Does Legolas know?”

You stop as well. “I was thinking I’d tell him tonight. But unsure how, he’s already stressed with his father’s men following us. How am I supposed to tell him that I’m pregnant?”

“Approach him carefully about it, sit by the waterfall and reminisce about anything and everything.” Awren pulls her arm back, only for her to fix your hair and clothes. “It doesn’t have to be over the finest dinner or intimacy. It will be perfect with just the two of you.”

“I sometimes believe that I do not deserve you Arwen.”

“I will always be here if you need me, you are my friend.” Arwen takes you by the hand and leads you to Rivendell’s infirmary. “Come, we must make sure the babe is alright.”

Legolas received word from Arwen that you wished to meet to discuss an important matter. Arwen sounded excited but it made Legolas go into a panic for some reason. It felt like hours when he was looking for you, yet it was only a few minutes later when he found you sitting next to a stream.

“There you are, I was beginning to believe that you were planning something.” Legolas came closer, taking a seat beside you. “I know that look, you have something to tell me. If you do not wish to discuss it then do force yourself.”

“No, I… I need to say it. It’s just been a grueling time going from one place and to another. But I cannot say that the journey didn’t have some ups as well. Especially that time a bird startled you, causing you to fall into the water.” You giggled.

“If my memory serves me right, it wasn’t the bird but in fact you. You came from behind and pushed me.” Legolas corrected.

“Not very graceful, is it?”

“Lord Elrond said we could remain here for as long as we like. But like you said, we could head South, find some place to relax for once.”

“Wouldn’t your father find us?”

“Most likely but he wouldn’t risk going too far from his borders and put a chance into his men’s lives.”

“Well… It doesn’t matter where we decide to retire, as long as our child is safe.”

Your words took a matter of minutes to hit Legolas. His eyes widened. “A-Are you certain? For how long?” He grinned, ear to ear as he placed a hand on your stomach.

“About six weeks, maybe seven.” Your hand comes to clasps his hand tightly. “I meant what I said, it doesn’t matter where we go. It would be a home to me.”

“First an adventure, then chased by my father’s men, and now a child. Quite a journey it has been, but I wouldn’t ask for anything else.” Legolas puts his forehead against yours, his other hand feeling the braids in your hair.

You let Legolas choose where to settle, it was perfect. It was a small forest, and where he chose, there was a spacious land with a pond and stream not far. It wasn’t long before you both started planning and then building.

“Shouldn’t it be quite bigger?” Legolas questioned, standing where you were to look at the nearly finished wooden house. “In case of future children?”

You smack his shoulder. “One at a time, Legolas. One at a time.” You smiled. “We could add more rooms later on. Perhaps a second floor and a fireplace? I rather not freeze during the winter.”

“One at a time.” Legolas horribly mimicked your voice, getting another slap to the shoulder. His hands come over to your obvious baby bump. “Thought of any names yet?”

“I was hoping you’d have any.”

“How about Elwyn for a boy and Siofra for a girl?”

“I like the sound of them.” You looked back at the house. “What is left?”

“I just have to make sure it doesn’t collapse on us and head into the closest town to search for herbs and such. It shouldn’t be a long trip.”

Legolas took your hand to lead you into the home, it would need some decorations as it felt bare but it was perfect nonetheless. “It feels like yesterday when you asked me to join you on another adventure. Or when you proposed and married me.”

He runs his hand over the walls of the home. “We shall create new memories here, just us and our children. Forget my father and those who disagree. This house will be filled with warmth, and I will make sure it will remain protected.”

“Remember-” Your cup his face with your hands, running your thumb over his cheeks. “This house is also for us to relax, I believe we will be safe.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop worrying.”

“Good, the babe should be coming in a couple of days. I already have enough things to worry about.”

“That reminds me.” Legolas moved from your grasp and towards his bag where he pulled out the wood that he was carving months ago. He shaped it into a horse. “I wanted to give this to you early but working on the house kept me from finishing it, a gift for the babe.”

“It’s amazing Legolas.” You took it into your hands carefully. “I’m sure they will love it.”

You never thought you’d have this in your life. You never thought you could have any of this, and you would never ask for a change. This is all you need.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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ʚ Pairing: Thranduil x Female Reader (First person POV)

ʚ Themes: Soft | Fluff | Explicit

Minors DNI

ʚ Disclaimer: I don’t own the original image in this edit.

ʚ Author’s notes : This is my first attempt at a first person POV reader insert story. Please let me know what you all think.

The night had grown cold, and the rain fell like fat globs of ice, hitting me like an angry animal and chilling me to the bone while I rushed to the king's tent, carrying his supper. When I walked in, the warmth from a nearby brazier hit me like a soft blanket being draped over me, making a sigh rise from the tips of my toes. Ahh. So nice.

“Hello?” I looked around. “Your grace?”

No one answered. The tent was empty, the king was nowhere to be seen. It was all rather strange as he had demanded that his supper be sent to him immediately. My cold, wet feet are not happy with all of this, and neither am I. But, since I’m here and he’s missing--

I peak around when my curiosity got the better of me. Again.

There was the room where the king held his discussions. There were maps and charts and little chess like pieces everywhere. Here was where he came when he wished to read or reflect on his own, and here...

This was where the king slept. Thick carpets and drapes meant sound was muffled, the bed soft and comfortable. And those pelts, all brushed and clean, and so soft to the touch. They felt brand new, even though he’d been using them for weeks now. I run my fingers over them, looking around, and then--

"Who permitted you to be in here?"

Just me and my crappy luck. The king was behind me and he did not sound happy. Obviously. I gulped and looked straight ahead.

"I said,” His footsteps fell heavy on the carpet, his voice like a sharp lash. “Who permitted you to be here. In. My. Bedroom."

Say something! Anything!

A cat has got my tongue. No. Several cats had got my tongue. It was all knotted up and twisted, all stuck to the roof of my mouth. All I could manage at first is a squeak.

“Is that all you could manage?” He was waiting for an explanation. An apology. Yes. An apology is the way to go. "Forgive me, your grace." I braced myself for the worst before I turned around to face him. What could I do to soften his rage? "I brought you your supper and you weren't here, and--"

"You thought it would be nice to snoop around?" Thranduil walked over to the table and helped himself to some wine before sitting down and glaring. "Poke your nose where it does not belong like you did the last time."

And he had noticed I have gone through the books the last I showed up with his food and he was missing. "Please forgive me for that, your grace.” He simply sat there, cold and unmoving. “I have never seen so many books in my life and-- they're all quite lovely really."

Thranduil raised an eyebrow to me, his face perfectly calm, perfectly reasonable. "You read?"

I myself wasn’t sure if this was a question or an insult, so I decided the kindest to do was to go with the former. "Yes, your grace. My father would read to me when I was a girl. He used to borrow books from his lord's library and let me read them when I was old enough to do so."

All he did was sip at his wine and sit there like a statue. An incredibly handsome statue that looked like one of the Valar had come to earth, all glorious and magnificent and—no no no. Now was not the time for my mooning over him, not when I was in so much hot water already. "I'll leave now." I gave him my best possible curtsy before leaving.

"Wait."

And here comes my punishment. His order stopped me in my tracks. This is what you get for being too curious for your own good, y/n.

"Many were given strict instructions not to go beyond the dining area of this tent, and yet you seemed to have not received that edict?"

I kept my back to him, but his eyes were on me the entire time, I was sure of it. "I did." I turn to him again, to a pair of blue eyes that looked like ice now. "And I have no excuse to offer."

Thranduil leaned back and studied me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name or describe. It was oddly thrilling though, the way he looked at me. "It seems a lesson or two in obedience is in order.” He put his goblet to a side. “Would you consent to it, y/n?"

"Y-you know my name?" How was it even possible? Thranduil dealt with dozens, if not hundreds, of people regularly. How could he remember me, a mortal, out of all the others?

"That shocks you, I see." The rain beat at the tent and Thranduil made his way to the entrance to close the flaps. The inside grew all the cozier for it. "My knowing your name?"

I managed a nod and threw discrete glances at the king, taking in the ash blonde hair, the warrior's body underneath all of that velvet and silk. Women everywhere swooned over him, and if the rumours were true, more than one man too.

And he still has no queen, or even a princely consort for that matter. Why is that?

"And I guess my lessons must include the importance of not staring."

Damn it.

He was grinning. Thranduil was actually grinning, his eyes vibrant like a beautiful summer sky now. "Come here, y/n," he chuckled and urged me to come closer. "I will not hurt you."

My feet grew a mind of their own and willingly took me to him, only to stop when Thranduil lifted a hand when I was close enough. "You will be giving me an obedience lesson? Of what kind?"

"Lessons." Thranduil steepled his fingers together, his eyes crinkling as if he was in deep thought. "I will give you a series of instructions, and you must follow them to the letter. But before we proceed, I must know if you have been with a man?"

Why would he ask such a-- Oh. Oh. I started to get a pretty good idea of these lessons were going to be like, and I felt all the more excited for it. "Yes." I answer truthfully. "A soldier. They died in the war four years ago."

Thranduil offered his condolences. "And you still wish to proceed?" He asked after a brief period of silence. "You must know you can change your mind anytime you like. I will not hold it against you."

I licked my lips nervously. A chance to spend the night with the Elvenking has fallen right into my lap. Should I pick it up? Refuse? I may never get another chance like this, and even if it only happens this one night and then never again--

"Yes." My cheeks felt they had been on fire by now. "My answer is yes."

Thranduil held out a hand to me. "Take it."

My skin tingled when his palm wrapped itself around mine. "Now kneel." He said simply.

Kneel? I sank to the cushion that he tossed to the ground. Alright then.

"Boots." He stretched out his legs. "Remove them."

I did as he asked, undoing the lacings of one, then the other. Both were kept neatly to a side after I took them off. "You are wet, and cold." Thranduil leaned over and ran his fingers through my hair. I could have sworn my pulse picked up several notches after this. "Would you like to be warm?"

I was wet, cold and miserable despite the warmth of the tent. "Yes."

"My lord." He gripped my chin, tilting it up and making me look at him. His eyes had gone dark and commanding. "Say it."

Those four simple words had my heart hammering like crazy. "Yes, my lord. I'd like to get warm, my lord."

He smirked and let go. "Later."

When I opened my mouth to protest, Thranduil simply tutted and shook his head. "Talk back to me and you can forget this entire night, petal."

Petal. So simple a word, yet the way he said it made me feel all giddy and excited and eager to do as he commanded. "I'm sorry, my lord. It won't happen again."

"You learn fast, petal. Very good." He grinned and tilted his head. "Now. Since my boots have been disposed of, my tunic must go next."

Hard to do when I’m on my knees. "May I stand up, my lord."

Thranduil leaned back in his chair and nodded. "You may."

He kept perfectly still while I worked on the cords of his cloak, the buttons of his tunic. I could smell him, all hyacinths and lavender and oranges. His breath felt warm against my skin and all of it made my mouth water, but the smell and warmth of him was nowhere as mouthwatering as the sight of him. "Petal," he cooed. "Come closer and stand perfectly still."

I was right between his legs now. Thranduil sat up straight, his fingers curling in my hair, tracing lines over my wrists and fingers. His touch made me feel hot, hot and hungry, and it took every ounce of willpower that I had not to sit on his lap, push him back into his chair and kiss. When my breath hitched Thranduil grinned wolfishly. "Hungry for me already?"

How did he--? I needed to be more subtle. "Your eyes, petal.” His grin was sly this time. He was enjoying this way too much. Then again, so was I. “They gave away your need. Do not worry, I will take care of it soon enough."

My knees nearly buckled from that alone, but I held onto my control as well I could. Tapered fingers moved to my waist, then around to my back. When he tugged on a cord, those eyes of his took on a questioning look, as if seeking permission. Did he want to undress me? "Yes," I found myself wanting to feel his skin against mine. "My lord."

He tugged at the cord. And tugged again. Thranduil pulled. Thranduil plucked. And in the end, Thranduil yielded to his greatest foe, a thin piece of ribbon that insisted on staying exactly how it was. I tried to hard not to laugh when he cursed and swore and reached for his dagger. “Enjoying this, are you?” Thranduil muttered when he heard a stifled giggle.

“Very much.” He managed a grin this time as the blade sliced through silk. "You owe me a dress, my lord." I kept still as he made quick work on destroying my dress. And it was my favourite one too.

"I will give you many fine dresses." He finally chuckled and tossed his knife to a side. "Now lift."

When my arms go up my dress, the ruins of it anyway, is lifted over and tossed to the floor. My stays got the same treatment as my dress, Thranduil was in no mood to deal with more confounding cords. My shift was next. I was truly cold now, and nearly exposed save for my small clothes. My arms instinctively go over my breasts as wanting to be naked and actually being naked were two entirely different things. "Do not be ashamed, petal." Thranduil grip was gentle when he disentangled my arms and moved them to my sides. My cheeks were aflame, but I kept my hands to my sides as Thranduil let his eyes drift all over me, his hand gliding over my belly, making my muscles flutter and knees grow weak. I felt something, something like fire coming to life within me. His touch smoldered making me want as much he was willing to give me. "More?" He asked, his eyes never leaving me. "Yes." Nervousness was slowly giving way to anticipation. What else could he do to my body? Make me feel? "Yes, my lord."

Without another word, he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled you onto his lap. I felt him. All of him. From the warmth of his skin to his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, to the hardness between his thighs. "Touch me." He placed my hands on your chest.

His skin was like marble, without a blemish. Thranduil leaned back into chair, rubbing my arms as if to encourage me to go on. Muscles trembled beneath my palms and I could hear his breathing grow raspy and hoarse as I went lower, to his belly, to the band of his leggings. "Not yet, petal." Thranduil grabbed onto my wrists to stop me from going further. "Not until I kiss you first."

A kiss. He wants to kiss me. I close my eyes and then his lips captured mine. I could feel his arms holding me closer, tighter, his lips devouring mine and leaving me dizzy. The chair creaked when he sat up straight again and his kisses trailed lower, skimming over my chin before latching onto my neck, making me whimper. "Not a sound, petal." He growled between kisses. "I want you quiet."

Biting my lip was the only thing I could do really, and all it did was heighten everything for me, from his fingers bunching up in my hair to the tongue flicking against my skin. His kisses grew hungry and greedy, exploring every possible inch of me, from the hollow in your neck to the soft swell of your breasts. “I said be quiet, petal.” Thranduil stopped everything and pulled away, leaving me breathless and weak.

I had barely mewled. Barely. "I'm sorry, my lord." How I ached to have his lips on mine again.

"Again." His voice had a steely edge to it.

I was practically panting now. "I am sorry, my lord." His hands ran up and down my spine, making my skin tingle all over. "Please do not stop my lord."

Thranduil leaned in so close his lips was just a hair’s breadth over mine. "Beg, petal." His chest heaved like he had been running for ages. "Beg for me to go on."

I felt like he was breaking me down to my very core and I didn’t mind it one bit. "Please. Please do not stop my lord. Pl--"

When he kissed me again it was with a sound that was both a moan and a sigh. I grew lightheaded and cling on to him, making him growl every time my nails raked over his shoulders. His body seemed to swell even more and I gave in to temptation, my hands working on the clasps of his leggings. This time Thranduil didn't stop me. "Go on."

As the clasps were undone and I took his cock in my hands, I could feel him grinning into his kiss. His face pressed into my shoulder when I found a rhythm he liked, his breath growing frantic as I continued to stroke him, ceaseless with each gasp he made. But it wasn't enough for him and he grabbed onto my hands before I could finish him off. He wanted more, it was there in his eyes, in the yearning of his breath. "Yes?"

This time it was a request, not just an order. I wanted more, to feel more of him. To be his completely. I was sure of your answer, of myself now. "Yes."

With one quick yank, he ripped apart my small clothes and pulled me right on top of him. He went in inch by inch this time, his teeth nipping at my neck every time I moaned and whimpered, not stopping until he felt me tighten around his cock. "You feel so good, you know that?" Thranduil, unable to bear it anymore, pushed in completely and made me cry out his name. "Hot and soft and so so good."

He pressed his lips to mine, drowning me, making feel drunk drunk and senseless. I felt a pressure growing in my belly with each passing second, and on and on he went, leaving me empty one moment, then full the next. He seemed to enjoy pushing me to the brink before pulling himself back again, his mouth pulling into wicked grins every time I begged for him to go on, to not stop. Again when he gripped onto my waist and pushed in deep, so deep, it was all I could do to hold on. “Say my name, petal.” I could feel his breath against my ear, his tongue skimming over my earlobe. “Say my name.”

Teeth nibbling the shell of my ear made me half-whisper, half-moan his name. “Th--Thranduil.”

He held tight and made my mind go hazy from the rough scraping of his teeth and the heat from his tongue, my moans in sync with his, our bodies moving as if one. When that pressure within me came close to breaking point, my body close to snapping, I accidentally pull on his hair. Taking this as his cue, Thranduil went in harder and deeper, not stopping until he felt me sobbing into his mouth and collapsing into him. My vision blurred, the world felt like it had spun off it axis as I was shattered by the orgasm that ripped through me. He was still relentless, crying out hoarsely as he pulled me closer, his body heaving frantically. With one final thrust he grunted as he spilled himself inside of me. The two of us were melded together, our bodies sweaty and trembling. Thranduil kept an arm around me, holding me to his chest as I kept shaking.

Slowly, the world started to spin again and I could hear the heavy sound of his breathing, of mine. I opened eyes and blinked when Thranduil tilted my chin and kissed me while I recovered your bearings. As soon as his strength returned, he carried me to his bed and laid me there, joining me not long after. "Y/n. Are you well? Did I hurt you?"

My back hurt and I felt a little sore, but other than that, "No." I felt lazy and content when the pelts were pulled over me. "Wait. Shouldn't I leave?"

Thranduil did a double take. "And why must you do that?"

Why? He asks why? "I'm just a servant. A mortal. Only an elven queen is supposed to share your bed."

Thranduil gave nothing away, his face perfectly still. "And what if I want you as my queen? Will you share my bed then?"

No. It can’t be. I sat up with a start. "You're playing with me now."

He chuckled and pulled me into his embrace. "I am not. You must be still wondering how I knew your name?"

"Yes."

"Well, I noticed you more than once, y/n." Thranduil played with my hair while I listened with rapt attention. "I noticed how you tended the injured, comforting them, writing letters on their behalf, never complaining, and always with a smile on your face. I noticed what you were like with the children, reading to them and indulging in their antics, how you always had a helping hand or a kind word for anyone who needed it. The elves of Mirkwood are a good and kindly people, and my consort should be a reflection of that. This is why I have never found someone in the past, and why I choose you."

In the name of all that was good and holy. He wants me to be his queen. Thranduil actually wants me to marry him and be his queen. "I--" it was a lot to take in. "I don't know what to say."

"Say yes." Thranduil grinned, his eyes filling with hope. "It is that easy, really. I will help you settle in, and in time, we will grow to love one another. I will do everything within my power to earn your love."

I think and think and think. Being Thranduil's queen. His wife. Everyone else wanted him, but here he was, willing to pledge himself to me by sacred oath, to love me and forsake all others for my sake. He was kind and generous to all, and to be loved by him... I take a deep breath and decide.

"Yes. My answer is yes."

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Would you write for ships?

Yes! Nothing incestuous {that includes thorki} or with questionable dynamics/age differences {e.g tony stark and peter parker} though.

Even if it's an obscure ship or a rare pare such as Loki and Bucky or something like that I'm willing to give it a go.

I will write ships for all the fandoms I have in my Bio.

Do you write x readers?

Yes! If you don't specify what gender you'd like them to be for, I will always go for completely neutral {Please message me if you notice any slip-ups that give the reader a gender identity in these fics!}

I'll happily write for Cis men, Nonbinary{transmasc or transfem}, Agender, Genderfluid, Transmen, or any other identity you'd like to be written about.

However, I don't feel comfortable writing Female readers, my apologies.

When requesting a trans reader, please specify things that you want to be mentioned such as does the reader wear a binder, have top surgery, or neither? Bottom surgery? Hormone therapy? etc... If any of these aren't specified I will do my best to keep the language either neutral or on the more masculine side for Transmasc or Transman readers {E.G referring to the genitalia as a dick in smut fics if needed whether they have surgery or not}

What kinds of things can I ask for in smutfics?

Im open to writing most kinks.

I WONT WRITE {more things to be added as time goes on}

age play {in nonsexual situations its fine}

race play

excessive food play {I'll write it lightly but I dont like to get too into it}

Non-con or dubious consent {this includes if both of either character is intoxicated in some way}

Urine play

Scat fetishes

Fart play

I will not write the use of slurs during sexual interactions

Can I be given a nickname if I want to ask anonymously but still want you to know it's me?

Of course! Just request a nickname or emoji/symbol to be used for you and Ill add you to a list I have to make sure only one person has that nickname.

Taken sign offs - 💚

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If you have any questions please send them in my ask box

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sweet-demiboi · 3 years

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Request rules:

I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Requests are CLOSED RN

NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.

Who I write for:

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Warren Worthington III

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Bucky Barnes

Sylvie Laufeysdottir

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Zendaya

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Dylan O'Brien

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Ben Hardy

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Sirius Black (young)

Remus Lupin (young)

James Potter (young)

Lily Evans (young)

Regulus Black (young)

+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus

Maze runner:

Newt

Thomas

Brenda

+ Poly: Newtmas

The hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield <3

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Thranduil

+ Poly: Bagginshield

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn

Arwen

+ Poly: Aralas

The witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Ciri

+ Poly: Geraskier

Helluva boss:

Stolas

Blitzo

+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks <3

Benji Campbell

Hawaii Five-O:

Steve McGarrett

Danny Williams

Tani Rey

Shadowhunters:

Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Jace Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy

Merlin:

Arthur Pendragon

Sir Gwaine

Merlin

+ Poly: Merthur

Chronicles of Narnia:

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

The goldfinch:

Boris Pavlikovsky

+ Poly: Boris x Theo

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

+ Poly: Mungrove

Wednesday:

Enid Sinclair

Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:

Roger Taylor

Brian May

Gwilym Lee!Brian May

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

+ Poly: Brian x Roger

6 Underground:

Billy/Four

Masterlist

The hobbit:

Thorin

Thorin with an introverted boyfriend

Thorin with a jealous boyfriend

Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend

Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse

Love at first sight

Arachnophobia is a bitch

Thorin with an angel boyfriend

Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Studying with Peter

Loki

Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader

Soft sex with Bottom!Loki

Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise

Little chat #1

Bucky Barnes

Wholesome smut

Thor

Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom

Mixed

Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Little chat #3

Little chat #4

Little chat #5

Helluva boss:

Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks:

Being Mia's girlfriend

Shadowhunters:

Magnus Bane:

Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay

Alec Lightwood:

Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader

Merlin:

Sir Gwaine:

Little chat #1

Night activities

Candy hearts

(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny

Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)

Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut

Marauders:

Everyone:

Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove:

tease

smoking together for the first time

Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3

Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil

Making out with Billy

Fucking Billy after pe class

Eddie Munson:

giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool

Queen:

Roger Taylor:

you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)

Sir Brian May:

Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years

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Melleth - Legolas x Reader

Type: Imagine Pairing: Legolas x reader Summary: Y/N knows some Elvish, but she confuses the two meanings for one word Legolas is continually saying: melleth (which can translate to both ‘female friend’ and ‘love’) Warnings: middle finger, mentions of being high, crushing obliviousness, ‘shit’ Word Count: 1462

Y/N and Legolas certainly made for a strange pairing wherever they went. Y/N, constantly covered in sweat, dirt, and occasionally blood, a decent height but absolutely dwarfed by elves (or most men, really), with a mouth like a drunken sailor also high on pipeweed and an irritating level of clumsiness. Legolas, ethereal, stupidly good-looking Prince of Mirkwood, taller than was comfortable for Y/N, never tripped onto his face in front of other royals, and spoke in a calm, agreeable voice on most occasions.

Outsiders to their life would never have assumed them acquaintances, let alone the most familiar of friends, with constant inside jokes with one another and the occasional awkward moment brought on by what the less ... stately members of society liked to call ‘sexual tension’.

According to Y/N, Legolas had absolutely no interest in her whatsoever. She’d heard his stories of his ex-flame, Tauriel, and how his father, King Thranduil, had declared her a ‘lowly Silvan elf’. The beautiful, talented, Captain-of-the-Guard Tauriel, ‘lowly’. Y/N was quiet certain Thranduil would choke on his imported wine if he heard of a human girl who was infatuated with his son, who didn’t like her anyway, as far as Y/N was concerned and aware.

Y/N allowed herself some of her rare minutes alone, when she wasn’t caught up in all the action and battle as a result of joining the Fellowship after they’d helped her in a battle against Orcs, to contemplate on what life could be like with Legolas, permitted herself to briefly think of how he would hug her, how he would kiss h-

“Y/N! Are you coming, melleth?” the blonde elf in question called her name from where he exited the stable where Arod and Hasufel were kept.

Y/N jumped in surprise, her cheeks now a deep red and she was fervently thanking the Valar that Legolas was not telepathic. Though her embarrassment was muffled by the disappointment at hearing him call her ‘friend’. “Mellon! (friend!) Yeah, I’ll be right with you.”

Legolas’s face fell almost imperceptibly at her use of the word friend - he was constantly confused that every time he greeted her as ‘love’ Y/N would respond with ‘friend’. The beautiful, wild, headstrong human girl, he’d fallen for from the moment he first spoke to her, rejecting him so casually day after day, and yet still smiling at him and hugging him and ... it was all very confusing for Legolas. He knew that elves only fell deeply, truly in love once in their long, long lifetimes, and he was so sidetracked by her continuous ... ‘friend-zoning’ that he didn’t know if his feelings for her were the true kind, or just the kind he’d harboured for Tauriel - the same love young, naive children declared for each other.

But he did know that he found Y/N very attractive - from her e/c eyes that could hold thousands of emotions and subtleties at once, to her s/c skin that pleasantly reflected sunlight and was soft despite the fact it often had some small amount of dirt or blood on it, not to mention her unruly h/c hair that she was constantly blowing out of her face/fidgeting with in a most adorable manner.

“Hey! Legolas!” the blonde elf jumped at the unexpected speech, looking down and starting when he saw her only centimetres away from him. “We going, or what?”

“Yes, of course,” he stuttered a little, then cleared his throat and smoothened out his speech. “Come on.”

He mounted Arod in one smooth movement, and held out his hand to Y/N. She was definitely gladdened by the fact that he was inviting her to hold his hand, but she glanced suspiciously at the horse he sat upon.

“Normally, I just walk next to you,” she said, and Legolas cursed internally at her quite valid statement.

“Aragorn said that we must move quickly today,” he said quickly. The Ranger had, indeed, said that. “And Arod does not like Gimli very much. So ... would you ride with me?”

Y/N grinned and let him pull her up so she sat in front of him, leaning over Arod’s neck. Legolas brought his arms around her waist so he could hold the reins. Gimli looked at the two of them and muttered something about ‘lovesick fools’, which made Legolas shoot him a scathing glare and Y/N give him a withering middle finger. Aragorn just sighed quietly, mounting Hasufel and pulling Frodo up.

---

Hours later, Y/N began to shift uncomfortably and blink sleepily.

“It’s all right, melleth,” Legolas said kindly. “You can lean on me.” He was silently hoping, praying that she would say anything but-

“Thank you, mellon,” Y/N said through a quiet yawn, leaning backwards so her head (and then her entire top half) was resting against Legolas’s chest.

The elf waited until he heard her breathing even out, and he was sure she was asleep, before he began to talk to her softly.

“Why must you do this to me, Y/N? Why do you flirt with me and blush around me and then reject me moments later?”

Unbeknownst to Legolas, who was still expressing his frustration aloud, Y/N had opened her eyes, and was fully awake and listening.

“I don’t understand!” he burst out, almost making Y/N reveal that she was awake as she struggled not to jump in shock. “I say that I love you, I call you love ... is it a human thing to ignore romantic advances?”

“Oh!” Y/N couldn’t stop herself and she sat straight up, twisting around to look at Legolas, who was somehow both pale with shock and flushed with embarrassment at once. “Melleth! It means love in Sindarin, doesn’t it? Shit - I thought you were calling me friend!”

Legolas took the hand that was holding the reins and smacked himself on the forehead. “I forgot that I was the one who taught you Sindarin! And I taught you that melleth meant-”

“-friend,” Y/N finished. “Does it really mean love?”

At this point, Legolas was wondering whether to tell Y/N the truth or not: to save him from the crushing mortification he felt of misunderstanding her for a period of months, but he decided that a late confession of his feelings would be better than potentially hurting her. Not that she would be hurt if she didn’t return his feelings, which was what he expected after Tauriel.

“Yes, Y/N, it does,” he said slowly, looking at her - her e/c eyes wide with confusion. “I told you that elves only love once in their lives. And I think that my love is you.”

“You ... love me.” Y/N repeated slowly, knowing she sounded stupid but being too shocked to care.

“Yes. And you probably don’t-”

“Legolas, if you say ‘you probably don’t love me’, so help me I will throw you off this horse.”

Legolas blinked rapidly.

“I kept thinking you were deliberately calling me friend because you knew I was attracted to you and you were discouraging me!” Y/N explained. “And, honestly, look at you! You’re the Prince of Mirkwood! And you’re an elf - I didn’t even think that elves fell in love with humans.”

“We do,” Legolas smiled, his entire expression transforming into one of soft happiness. “Or, at least ... I do.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, before laughing loudly and unapologetically. Legolas’s face fell a little.

“I am so stupid,” Y/N laughed. “I can’t believe I kept calling you friend.”

She turned on the horse, lifting one leg over so she now sat side-saddle, and gently reached out, touching his cheek so softly it felt like a stroke of the wind.

“I am sorry for hurting you,” you said, taking a deep breath to steady yourself for what you would say next. “Gi melin. (I love you)”

Legolas breathed in sharply, surprise sketched all over his features. You gave a low chuckle.

“I thought elves were meant to be more observant than this.”

Legolas just rolled his eyes, pulling you towards him and connecting your lips softly. He tasted like the kind of pure, sweet water one could drink straight from a spring, and like something citrusy and a little earthy. Everything he did was gentle - how he pulled her towards him, how his lips softly brushed across hers, and how his arms wrapped around his waist.

“OI!” Y/N and Legolas broke apart at the loud shout, that had come from Gimli’s direction. “STOP MAKING OUT AND KEEP MOVING! Oh, and Aragorn? You owe me ten gold.”

Aragorn muttered something under his breath along the lines of ‘shit’, waving a hand for you to get moving.

Legolas kicked Arod into motion, both of his arms remaining firmly around your waist. “Gi melin, melleth.”

Thanks for reading! Please feel free to heart this imagine, give me a follow and/or request (it makes my day so much!).

#legolasxreader #legolas #xreader #lordoftherings #lotr #lotrxreader #you #x reader #legolas x reader #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #imagine #legolasimagine #legolas imagine

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moony-artnstuff · 4 years

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Moony’s Masterlist and Rules

Commission Page (here you can request matchups)

Rules

Hello everyone! I am Moony, and I write for the fandoms ‘Lord of the rings’ and ‘The Hobbit’. You can check my bio to see whether or not requests and/or matchups are opened.

Characters I write for:

I write for every character from LOTR and TH, except for the villains like Saruman, Sauron, Grima, the master of Laketown, etc. If you’re not sure whether or not I write for a certain character you are more than welcome to ask.

What I will write:

When requests are opened I will write drabbles and headcanons. For matchups and full fanfics you can check my commission page.

I mainly write reader-insert fanfiction, but I am willing to try writing character x character fanfics. The reader can be any gender/use any pronouns you’d like, just make sure to tell me what you want when sending in a request

The reader can be paired with both male and female characters. I write romantic, platonic and familial relationships, make sure to specify which one you want when sending in a request.

What I will not write:

Anything I don’t feel like writing. I am allowed to turn down any and all requests for whatever reason that may be.

I will not write incest.

I will not write the reader with an underage character (or vice versa) in a romantic way.

Modern AU. I’m just not a big fan of this trope, though I might try writing for a character falling into our world, or a modern reader falling into Middle-Earth.

I will not write for a reader or character being raped or committing suicide. I am however comfortable with mentioning it if it happened in the past or if the reader is saved, for example when the reader is being comforted. I won’t make it too graphic though, as I do not want to trigger anyone.

I will not write for the reader or the character being a stalker, but there can be a ‘bad guy’ as a stalker if you want.

Nsfw

Other:

If you’d like to request a drabble, headcanons or an imagine you can send me an ask with the details of what you would like. If you want to request a matchup or a fanfic you can look at my commission page to see more details about how and what and then send me an ask.

All requests can be sent to my inbox.

Try not to make your request too detailed or too vague. I need to know what you want me to write, but I also need the freedom to put my own creativity in it, and if you have already planned out every single detail for every single sentence then there’s not really a point in me writing it anymore.

Please specify whether you want headcanons, a drabble or an imagine.

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask!

Masterlist

The Hobbit

Thranduil

Kintsugi

Just the way you are

Kili

Skin-changer

You’ll be alright

The company

Reacting to you telling them about your sexual assault

Reacting to a jack-of-all-trades artist + comforting you

Comforting a reader who has suicidal thoughts

Bilbo

Mornings like these

Gandalf

Being Gandalf’s future s/o and having a crush on him during the quest to reclaim Erebor

Lord of the rings

Aragorn

Aragorn comforting a friend who’s lost a childhood friend

Boromir

Leaves from the vine

Frodo

Counting up the seconds

In my arms

Merry

Bad day

Pippin

Bad day

Faramir

Imagine being asexual and the son of a royal family, and being in a relationship with Faramir

Both

Eomer, Faramir, Merry and Fili comforting you after a jaw-surgery

Series

Holding on where I am able

part 1, part 2, part 3

#Moony #masterlist and rules #masterlist #rules #my post

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idriltelcontar · 5 years

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OC Interview Tag

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

I was tagged by the amazing @dove-actually (yours was so funny btw!) I was halfway through doing one for my WIP Crimson Daughters when I got this but I’d love to do one for one of my LotR OCs as well. Thanks for the tag!

Allow me to introduce you one of the only two original MCs in my Lord of the Rings fan fic ‘In Shadows’ .... Neniel!

1: What is your full name?

I am Princess Neniel Galadhwen, daughter of Legolas and Nenwen. Most people just call me Neniel. I’ve never been one for formality and titles!

2: What does your full name mean?

Neniel is Sindarin for ‘daughter of water/lake’ and is a reference to my heritage as a Water Elf through my mother, Nenwen. Galadhwen is Sindarin for ‘lady of the woods/trees’ and is a reference to my father Legolas, a Wood Elf. I love my names, and they reflect how proud I am of my cultural background.

3: What are your other names/nicknames?

I was often called Sídhiel when I was born, which means ‘Child of Peace’ in Sindarin. My parent’s marriage was the first union between Water Elves and Wood Elves and the two kingdoms had been estranged from each other for centuries. I guess everyone thought I was going to be the great unifier or something, but I’m not that interested in diplomacy. My SO calls me Lalaith, which means Laughter, because that is what I love doing the most. I’ve also been called the Lady of Mirkwood, Lady Neniel and Nenuial (after the lake of the same name).

Wow, that’s a lot of names. But I’m an Elf. This is pretty much normal for us.

4: What’s your gender?

I am female.

5: What’s your sexuality?

My what? Hmm ... never thought about it before. Romance has never been high on my priorities. After all, I’m still considered a young elf. There IS however a certain young man I’ve had my eye on lately ...

6: Where are you from?

I’m from Mirkwood and live in the halls of my grandfather, Thranduil. But because of my mother I often spend a lot of time travelling between Mirkwood and my other grandfather’s kingdom by the Sea of Rhun. I love both, and feel equally at home in either place.

7: How old are you?

I am twenty four, which is still very young for an elf and I’m constantly treated as a child who needs to be protected. They say I’m naive. I don’t see it myself.

8: What is your magic form/what species are you?

I am an Elf, partly of Sindar and Avari heritage.

9: What does your human form look like?

Human form? I think you mean Elf form. Like most of my mother’s kin I am very short, about the same as a human woman of average height, which makes me stand out among the tall Elves of my father’s people. I’m physically small and look younger than my years. I have long dark hair, pale skin and silver eyes.

10: What’s your aesthetic?

Water. Blues, silvers and greens. Long flowing robes, pretty silks, bare arms, soft shades, sparkles. Gently lapping stream. Green leaves softly shimmering in the sun.

11: Who’s your best friend?

I’ve always been fairly solitary. My only real friend (but more like a brother) is Faervel. He is a member of my grandfather’s guard and was assigned to be my protector at birth. He’s the only other young elf in Mirkwood (he’s only 187) and we bonded straight away. He accompanies me on my travels between Mirkwood and Rhun. Faervel puts on a serious face all the time, but I can make him laugh more than anyone else can (that is, until a certain young man from Rohan shows up). We love to sing together and tell stories.

12: Would you ever get a piercing/ tattoo?

If it looked pretty! Don’t think my grandfathers would approve though. But I’m not the sort of person who would think things like this through before doing them.

13: When are you happiest?

In my mother’s secret pool outside the palace in Mirkwood. She hated being under trees all the time and wanted a place to connect with water. When I stand underneath the waterfall and feel the power and the energy within the water I feel bright and alive, like I’m part of the lifeblood of the world. I love it there, which is why I took a certain special someone there ...

14: What’s your biggest secret?

I’m very open and tend not to have secrets. But ... I guess it would be how upset I am over the strife between my two families. I never wanted to be caught in the middle. I just wanted to be left alone. I hide just how much it troubles me. I don’t like to show my demons. I hide it behind laughter and silliness.

Although ... I did have one pretty huge secret involving a young prince of Gondor.

15: What was your first impression of Eldarion?

*smiles and stares into the distance for several minutes*

Eldarion? Well, he’s reckless, arrogant, often bad-tempered and petty ... but I saw the softer side straight away. The side which is like me: trying to live up to someone else’s expectations. I didn’t believe he could be real when I first met him. That’s why I call him Olon ... dream.

That was fun! Not sure if any of you have been tagged before but feel free to do it again/ignore it if you want! @edelweissroses (one of the OCs in GMDS?? I loved them!) @the-real-rg, @theswordofpens, @farrradays, @blueinkblot, @ownworldresident @mlgwrites and anyone else who wants to do it! My mind is completely blank at the moment

Will post my half complete one for Crimson Daughters soon!

#idril writes #lotr fan fic #in shadows #neniel #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fan fiction #tag game #writeblr

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