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ੈ♡˳ 'lonely nights' - 18+ drover x gn!reader

summary: drover misses you while droving, imagining your body against his inside his tent. you're not here, so he supposes his hand will have to do. . . (700 words) tags: drover jerks off thinking of you, dirty talk, established relationship, breeding mention, no use of y/n, gn reader, drover fantasises about reader.

drover misses you, always misses you, but he keeps that thought to himself until he's tucked away inside the safety of his tent while on this particularly long drove. if the boys catch wind of him pining for you it'd be all over, he'd never hear the end of it. so he waits until he's alone, eyes fixed on the canvas material above him.

he thinks of you, envisions your body above him, nestled neatly into his lap right where you belong. drover swears he can almost feel you, feel the weight of your hips pushing down against his, your clothed heat throbbing with want, with need. it makes his head spin and his cock ache and, fuck, he needs you.

but you're not here. he's alone with his memories and the knowledge that you're miles and miles away, hopefully missing him too.

he wonders if you think about him, wrapped in warm sheets, head dotted with droplets of sweat, calling his name behind the palm clamped over your desperate lips as your eager hand works between your legs. . . is that what you're doing right now? teasing yourself with a touch you know will never satisfy you like he does?

are you hot for him? sweating and panting as you silently beg for his cock? how often, he wonders, do you find yourself grinding against your own palm, stealing glances at the space he used to occupy in bed?

before he knows it, he's palming himself through his boxers, coaxing his half-hard length to attention. it's not you, but it'll have to do. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, hand snaking beneath the material to give himself a squeeze.

drover paints pictures of you behind his eyelids, the curve of your body, the sweet sound you make when you moan, the warmth he feels when you wrap around him so perfectly - it creates an atmosphere so strong he swears you're really here with him.

his hand works his cock, pumping in a slow rhythm, imagining you bouncing above him with your hands planted firmly on his chest. 'that's it baby,' he'd say, 'feel good bouncin' on my cock? you miss me?'

raising his free hand towards his mouth, he bites down on a knuckle to muffle his groans. he's lost in the thought of you, the thought of fucking up into your eager hole, remembering the way you flutter around him when you get close. his thumb swipes across his sensitive tip, precum beading in anticipation of release.

god, what he wouldn't give right now to cum deep inside you. that was always his favourite part, the way you'd twitch and gasp as he fills you to the brim with his hot load. you took it so well, like you were made for him to breed you. . .

shit, his thoughts are in the gutter again, but it's easy for him to find himself there when he thinks of you.

hips rising, he finds himself bucking into his fist, a pistoning rhythm that threatens to send him over the edge. he's close, whispering your name, hoping it's quiet enough to get lost in the ambience of the still outback surrounding his tent. he imagines grabbing your hips, feeling the supple curves of your body, holding you down and filling you up.

it's all too much.

drover explodes, hot cum flooding across his chiselled tan stomach, dripping down along his hand as he works himself through his release. he gasps, head tilting back as his adam's apple bobs with every thirsty swallow. "take it, fuck. . ." he whispers under his breath, aftershocks rippling through his sensitive body.

the storm clears, the paintings of you behind his eyelids fading as he settles into the calm of the night, quelling his hunger for the time being.

but he still misses you, every day.

in a couple of weeks, drover'll finally see you again, coming home. that thought keeps him going on particularly taxing days. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips at the thought of taking you into the bedroom and showing you just how much he's missed you. what a mess he'll make of you, how he'll worship your body, litter kisses along your calf until he reaches the apex of your thighs, finding home in the body he knows as well as his own.

[roseraded]

[destiel-news-at-eight]

[sharkslayer06]

[nick-nellson]

The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

[dipperscavern]

i want to engage in flirty banter with robb stark so bad i can feel my scalp peeling from my skull like there’s a huge ass monkey unwrapping it like a banana OOO AH AH AH OO AH AH (monkey noises in case u were wondering why i broke out into song)

cuntlips42 do you know how real this is. it was so real i had to write this

robb stark x fem!reader

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you’d compare the current state of winterfell to a chicken coop when the butcher comes in wielding a blade.

the king and queen of the seven kingdoms are on their way, and nobody is spared from helping prepare to host them. the cooks are preparing a feast, lady stark is dealing with the castle, lord stark is dealing with the winter town, and all of you have been assigned different tasks. arya is helping set the mess hall, bran and rickon are with lord stark, sansa with lady stark — and you, jon, theon, and robb have been told to prepare the rooms they’ll be staying in.

you jumped at the opportunity to prepare a room for the king and queen, choosing jon to accompany you, leaving theon and robb stuck with preparing the rooms for the queens cousins. they’ll be arriving soon, meaning all of your focus is on your task at hand.

so, naturally, you’re distracted when a head of auburn hair appears in the doorway.

"Jon," robb says. "I was starting to wonder."

you and jon both share a quizzical look - you've been at this for all of ten minutes, all spent without robb. robb says your name, which makes both of your heads turn to him. "Y’can't steal Jon to capture my attention."

you catch on quickly, and your eyebrows raise in question. "Oh, I can't?" robb shakes his head, crossing his arms. "Most unladylike." "Can't I?" a servant sheepishly moves past robb to bring the furs lady stark requested be put in the room. you take it from her with a smile, moving to drape them across the bed. "He went willingly. Tell him, Jon." jon's long since opted to ignore your squabble, placing candles throughout the room. his head turns at the mention of his name, and he looks at you both with uncertainty, as if deciding who to side with. it seems you're in luck. "Aye."

"Traitor." robb accuses. you huff a laugh, dividing the furs into two piles. the queen and her ladies are southern through and through, and lady stark said their tolerance for the cold weather is lower than a babes. "Are you going to be of use, Robb, or have you come all this way simply to get my attention?"

he guffaws at this. "Simply?" "Sneaking away from Theon is no simple endeavor. It takes great talent." he speaks with utmost seriousness, as if the others are on your doorstep. "You needn’t go through such effort," you say. "I'm notoriously generous.”

“For my efforts, some might say I’m deserving of my ladies favor.”

you shoot him a look; one that almost makes his knees buckle, regardless of who’s company you’re in. “Who’s to say you don’t already have it?”

you and robb hold each others gaze as he tries to muster a response. seeking out your spotlight and then becoming smitten underneath it; the jokes write themselves. fortunately for robb, the silence is soon interrupted by another voice.

"Robb!"

you, jon, and robb are in sync as you turn — met with a wide eyed theon standing in the doorway. clearly, robb is not as skilled as he thinks. "You said Lady Stark summoned you."

"She did." robb is so sincere in his response, despite your confusion, you almost believe him. you get clarity when he turns pointedly to you. your cheeks heat furiously at the implication.

jons eyes are glued to you, waiting for your reaction as his smile turns upside down in his effort to keep it at bay. theons eyes dart between you and robb in mild confusion before something clicks into place, and somehow, his eyes get even wider. theon shakes his head in disbelief. "Grotesque…”

jon turns around as to not show the large grin on his face at theons use of words. more importantly, at the way he's never used such before, made clear by his inflection when saying it.

theon walks past robb, intentionally catching shoulders with him as he does so in some strange act of defiance. robb is quick to roll his eyes.

theon begins helping you and jon set up, which is appreciated, but with both him and robb here - that means there isnt anyone in the other room. the realization makes you sigh, knowing what must be done; sacrificing your fun for the sake of peace.

you pick up the other pile of furs, walking to robb as theon takes your place. "Come," you turn around, and make eye contact with both jon and theon. "Behave."

robb seems more than delighted at this outcome, smirking at both men as you walk past him. he walks at your side, leaning to take the furs from you.

"You're horrid." "And you're blushing, my lady."

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[dipperscavern]

Robb strikes me as the kind of man who loves to see you wearing Stark colors, and gets lowkey jealous if you wear your own family’s colors because you’re his now

stop because youre soooooo right. but its literally unsafe for you to wear stark colors, because anytime you do & he sees you he literally pounces. cornering you and everything, anytime anyplace, barking for the servants to leave you (dreamy sigh)

[maysileeewrites]

INVISIBLE STRING || teaser

Robb Stark x fem!reader || 18+

Synopsis: But somehow, you’d always felt yourself drawn to Robb the most. Almost as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together.

calling out to all the Robb Stark fans (hopefully there’s still some of y’all left even though it’s 2024 and most of the fandom’s attention has shifted to HotD) out there:

I caved and started writing an angsty & fluffy (overly self-indulgent) friends to lovers Robb x reader fic that’ll probably turn a bit spicy at the end??

it’s going to be called invisible string and I’ll post it sometime in the next few days, once I’m finished writing!

hopefully I’ll see you soon!!

Worried, he calls out your name. „What - what are you doing here? Are you mad? You could’ve frozen to death in that thin nightgown! Here, take this!“ 

Ignoring your protest, he immediately takes off his thick fur coat and wraps it around you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and drawing you into his chest in the process. 

„I - I’m not - Robb, please, I’m fine!“ 

„Fine?“, Robb asks, raising his eyebrows, but he can’t entirely mask his evident concern for you, „you’re shivering, Princess.“ 

You’re so distracted by his sudden proximity that you don’t even protest the term of endearment that Robb often uses to tease you. 

Using your momentary distraction to his advantage, Robb continues to admonish you. „What are you even doing out here, all alone at night? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be walking through the woods, all by yourself-“

„I was worried about you, you idiot!“, you interrupt him, softly hitting his chest with one of your hands, finally overcoming your confusion, even though his hands on your waist and shoulders and the intensity in his bright, blue eyes still very much distract you. 

„I - what?“ 

[enriquemzn262]

The more things change

The more they stay the same.

[enddaysengine]

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[spxllcxstxr]

Being Eddard Stark’s Second Wife • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Eddard Stark second wife headcanon? ❤️❤️❤️ -m — anon

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy canon divergence, mention of dying in childbirth (not reader, no other mention of pregnancy/having children), assumed age gap? Ned stark being THE man <3

A.N: I feel like these are a little short but I actually like this one! I love Ned so much so these were also just fun to write…I hope you like them! :) also I always struggle to find more diverse gifs along these romantic lines and I’m so sorry about that, my works are always inclusive

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You marry Ned Stark after Catelyn dies delivering Rickon, her youngest

Ned certainly did not believe that he would marry again, he was incredibly heartbroken by the death of his wife

Additionally, he now had to look after 6 children and be the Lord of Winterfell

Even though he had servants and teachers and maesters to look after his children and keep them preoccupied, he was still stretched very thin due to stress and lack of sleep

You had been a close friend to the Starks even before Robb was born; some daughter of a lesser known Northern house who had come to Winterfell for a change of scenery

Despite your lower ranking, Ned and Catelyn became close friends of yours

When Catelyn died Ned’s grief almost consumed him; but you were his light in the deep and dangerous darkness that had fallen over his life

While throughout the many years of knowing Ned you occasionally felt a spark, not love, but it certainly wasn’t platonic, you pushed it down, never rushing anything that would harm your friendship and Catelyn in particular

Becoming Ned’s second wife is a gradual process

Ned comes to you almost every day, whether it is due to his grief or to ask your opinion on something, you become even closer than you were before

It takes maybe around 2 or 3 years of mutual pining for the two of you to really acknowledge what’s going on

Robb, Jon, and Arya definitely have a hand in this, they’re old enough to see what’s going on, they certainly drop hints to the two of you

“Tell me, my Lady, why I cannot stop thinking about you…”. He takes off his gloves, just to place his rough palm gently on your cheek. “You are the first thing in my mind when I wake, and the last thing when I finally succumb to sleep.”

“Ned…”

“If you do not feel the same tell me now, before I kiss you,”

The kiss is obviously what starts it, and the wedding comes very quick after that

Ned is very protective of you

With anything

He knows how harsh the Northern wind is, so he makes sure you have the finest furs and the warmest boots

Even if you say you’re fine he will insistently add another layer onto you

He does it with a grin on his face and a kiss on the forehead

Ned loves you so much

He will also teach you how to defend yourself

He is already teaching his children so training you isn’t a problem, he doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows there might come a day where he may not be able to protect you from the evil things of Westeros (or beyond)

His kids are mostly used to you before you end up marrying him

Sansa is really the only one to have a bigger issue with her father taking a second wife but she quickly warms up to you

You know you aren’t their mother and you try not to smother them like you are, but you are protective of them as if they were your own

Ned loves watching you help them with their studies or their interests

He’s seen you sneakily teach Arya how to punch properly

And Sansa’s needlework has improved since you moved into the castle

He adores how you treat Jon no differently than the others, Catelyn always did. He doesn’t blame her, he had to lie to her, but it warms his heart to see you act so kind to him

Ned is a loving husband and he shows that to you every day

He’s always gentle towards you and respects your opinions and what you have to say

He’s truly #NotLikeOtherMen lmao

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[borom1r]

[amber-laughs]

men: i never cheated on you please believe me!

ned stark: i cheated on you please believe that! i cheated on you so hard look here’s proof of my adultery doesn’t he look just like me? that’s definitely my love child tell everyone you know

[goldcrescent]

I really love the idea that Ned thinks he’s a gentle parent but like….by northern standards. He’ll be like ah I remember what this was like I can’t be as harsh as my father…..boy hostage fetch my sword I have decided you children will watch me perform a beheading instead of the traditional bloodeagle. I know I know I’m getting soft in my old age (27)

[rivendell-poet]

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 2.9k (each individual around 180~ words) | TWS : Mentions of death (Aragorn), choice of mortality (Lindir & Elrohir)

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Of course, Aragorn cannot let you meet his actual parents - not if he’s never known them that well himself - but he can introduce you to the people he calls family.

✧ Although he does not end up asking either of his brothers for advice, they know about his crush before he ends up confessing to you.

✧ Elrohir finds it lovely that their Estel has found someone, and you seem a perfect match for him, and Elladan is also happy for his younger brother.

✧ In fact, Elrohir does try to speed up the process, flirting with you in a joking manner. It isn't entirely helpful but still makes him laugh when he sees Aragorn there with you - trying to decide between not intervening and being protective, instead just hovering over you and attending to your needs.

✧ Merry and Pippin still end up being the ones to have definitive proof of your relationship, although Elrohir is quick to pop up and establish the rumour as truth.

✧ Aragorn can tell something is going on the second he sees his foster brother come over to him with a too-wide grin, before pulling him into a hug. “So, you and them, hmm?”

✧ One wholly mature push and conversation later, and you walk in just in time to see the two give a scowl before Elrohir announces that he wishes your relationship well.

✧ Apologising for him, Aragorn says he hopes that slightly eccentric in-laws will not put you off anything, and you confirm it won’t.

✧ It’s much more unnerving to be in front of the Lord of Rivendell with your relationship, but it’s also surprisingly painless. It also helps that Aragorn is holding your hand the entire time.

✧ (Aragorn does tell his parents about you, in a way. Speaking to his mothers grave about you - the traits he loves about you, the way you make him smile. He knows you will never meet, but something in his heart feels they have approved.)

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Unfortunately, Legolas is the only one who’s family is actually disapproving of you.

✧ It isn’t entirely personal, Thranduil would look critically upon any who would want to court his son, but the fact that you are human certainly does not help.

✧ The fact that when you come to tell him rumours have already reached do not help.

✧ “So, you are trying to be the Beren of this age?” Thranduil’s voice is cold as you bow to him, “Yet you seem to be even less worthy than him.”

✧ Before the words fully sink in Legolas goes to your defence. You supposed he would go to your involvement in the Fellowship, but he does not. Instead he defends his love for you.

✧ Not for your deeds or previous actions, but the way you make him feel. That no-one else could make him smile like you do, or give the light to his days in the same manner. You are the one his heart has chosen.

✧ You can feel your face heating up throughout the speech, already embarrassed from the scrutiny.

✧ But when Thranduil’s gaze comes upon you again, it seems less judging. “Tell me, do you truly love my son?”

✧ The question takes you by surprise, but you confirm your answer. That of course you do.

✧ There’s another second of silence before he meets your gaze. “You will treat him well.”

✧ Eventually, Thranduil does warm to you - taking care of you, and making sure your needs are met. It’s mostly a subtle way of caring, but once you know it’s obvious.

✧ A few heirlooms of the woodland realm will become yours as well.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ As an opposite, Bilbo is probably one of the biggest supporters of your relationship.

✧ Although he didn’t mean to start it when he invited you to dinner all that time ago, he certainly doesn’t discourage any of your relationship.

✧ Almost as soon as you’re arrived the stars appear in his nephew's eyes, and he’s left to laugh at the wonder of young love.

✧ Not-so-subtly gives Frodo advice about what to do, how he’s seen you looking at flowers recently - and they do look lovely at this time. Maybe they’d make a good gift?

✧ Has also slipped away for a meal or two, eating in the pantry, so the two of you could be left alone.

✧ Of course he denies this, if asked.

✧ After Frodo confesses you actually ask his permission to court Frodo, to which he looks between the two of you and laughs.

✧ “Only a complete fool wouldn’t see what the two of you have together. It is far beyond me to separate two in love.”

✧ (Frodo also apologises about having the Sackville-Baggins as eventual relatives, with surprising sincerity. At least the two of you can suffer together.)

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ All of Sam’s family (all eight of them) are very supportive of your relationship.

✧ Surprisingly, he’s the first of them to find a partner - and so they all make a big deal of it.

✧ There’s also a fair bit of teasing, and Sam is one of the youngest of the family.

✧ They’re all of the opinion you’re a perfect match - and if he’s happy, they’re happy.

✧ After they come around Sam apologises if they were a bit too much.

✧ “They don’t mean to frighten you off, love. They’re just excited. I’ve told them about how much I love you, and I think they’re simply happy with how happy you’ve made me.”

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Warns you that he’s an only child, and as such his parents are quite… enthusiastic.

✧ “If you ever get too overwhelmed, just tap me. I’ll scream, create a distraction, and you escape in the commotion.”

✧ Despite the big deal Merry makes it everything goes very well.

✧ They’re both very friendly, but Merry is happy to take the brunt of the questioning if needed - as well as always taking the pressure off you.

✧ Both Saradoc and Esmeralda express how happy they are that Merry is finally growing up and finding someone, how you’ve given him that much needed maturity, and-

✧ Merry is quick to interrupt them, but he can’t quite hide the blush that's appeared on his face.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ When you finally start to return to the Shire, Pippin isn’t sure what will be harder to explain. The fact he’s been missing for around a year and can’t really speak about it, or the fact he’s courting an elf.

✧ He tries to reassure you by talking about the line of Took’s that he already comes from - how people are pretty sure there’s some fairy, or at least that’s how rumours go, so they really shouldn’t be too surprised by an elf.

✧ Very proud to introduce you to his parents and his siblings, practically singing your praises the entire time.

✧ They are at first… bemused. It’s not everyday you see an elf, let alone when your youngest son brings home an elf and declares a courtship.

✧ Still, the Tooks are very welcoming to you - and so happy that the two of you are together.

✧ (“Of course you’d end up going for an elf, Peregrin.”)

✧ They do tease him. Quite a lot. But it’s also clear it’s in good faith.

✧ Constantly apologising for the fact you have to stoop, and you have to keep reassuring them that it’s expected hobbit architecture isn’t built with you in mind.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ As essentially Faramir’s second-in-command, Faramir is of course very approving of your relationship.

✧ Sometimes jokes that it’s all secretly a plot from the two of you for the rangers to gain more military influence.

✧ It makes the three of you laugh, although sometimes both of you will say it with slightly too deadpan a look. And then there’s a silence as the three of you stare for a second.

✧ (This also makes Faramir one of the best people to ask for advice. And eventually Boromir allows himself to get advice from his younger brother, even if it’s just your favourite flower.)

✧ Denethor is a little more awkward to convince.

✧ You’d met the Steward twice, both in military meetings staunchly on Faramir’s side, and the relationship can be described as frosty at best.

✧ After you are formally introduced as Boromir’s partner the Steward asks to speak to his eldest son alone, to which Boromir refuses.

✧ Stating that he is glad his father cares about him, but he will not listen to advice on the matter of his heart.

✧ That he knows who he loves - and that person is you.

✧ And even his Lord cannot command his heart.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Boromir is very supportive of the two of you. Not quite aggressively supportive, but absolutely ready to defend either of you and your honour.

✧ When Faramir says he’s dating you he doesn’t miss the way his older brother’s eyes light up, proclaiming that he’s proud of him - and he’d like to meet you.

✧ When you finally need to be introduced to Denethor, both of the brothers are by your side.

✧ Your hand is in Faramir’s - although you aren’t sure which of the two of you is gripping the other harder.

✧ To your surprise Denethor accepts the two of you courting rather quickly, expressing he is glad that Faramir has been able to find someone.

✧ You hear the subtext under it, but keep your tongue. And then immediately comment on it once the two of you are gone.

✧ Faramir is just happy it went well, and implores you not be too discouraged. That his father could forbid him from seeing you again and he still would.

✧ That your love means much more to him than so many things in this world, least of all his father’s approval.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Éomer and Théoden both notice Éowyn’s feelings for you before she does. They watch it fade from Aragorn, and then come back even stronger with you.

✧ And this time they get to watch you fall in love with her as well. 

✧ If she had been aware of her feelings, Éomer probably would have teased her about it - but he wants to wait until she has realised.

✧ That time comes when he sees her with your sword a second time, his gaze looking downwards and then looking up to his sister. “It is fine steel. And a finer choice.”

✧ She tries to deny it, but he laughs - attempting to ruffle her hair - saying he approves, and that if anything happens he’ll defend her honour.

✧ Éowyn simply responds that she trusts you’d never do something like that. And even if she did, she could defend her honour by herself.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ Éowyn takes the crown for the most supportive family member, setting the two of you up on your first date.

✧ When Éomer finally takes you home after it, he can’t take his eyes off you. It is only once you finally leave then he becomes aware of eyes on him.

✧ Turning around, Éomer realises that his sister is staring at him with a knowing grin. She gives a small curtsey to him, “You’re welcome, brother.”

✧ The statement makes him laugh, but he does sincerely thank her.

✧ Because without her interference - he would not have you.

✧ Meeting Éowyn the next day she shares a grin with you, saying that she hopes you and Éomer will enjoy your time together. And that she truly thinks you are a good match, a match that will both survive but also go far.

✧ Éomer does inform his uncle of you - asking for permission for your courting - and this is given freely by Théoden.

✧ The next time you see your king he congratulates you on your courting. It is a small gesture but it seems to genuine, head dipped in respect and appreciation.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ All of Bard’s kids love you - and all of them knew before he did (although Tilda didn’t truly understand what the interest between you means).

✧ Sigrid is the most supportive - she respects you for the job you do, thinks you’re fairly cool, and also feels slightly bad that the first time you met she got you in jail.

✧ She’s probably the one who interacts with you least, but it just comes from her being older.

✧ Although she and Bain still love to tease Bard.

✧ It gets better, but the first few times that Bard is romantic with you - and the kids are within eyeshot - they’ll either fake wretches or whistling. He always laughs them off, and then grin before asking the two of you to get a room.

✧ Bain and Tilda both like you a lot, and are more willing to spend time with you - although Bain asks more nicely.

✧ Bard does make it clear you have no responsibilities to them, but you assure him it’s fine. After all the kids are respectful, and never too overwhelming when you do spend time with them.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Legolas is still too young to fully understand what’s going on when the two of you first get together, so you try not to be too romantic in front of him.

✧ He also doesn’t really understand the concept of you wanting to keep it secret, so will do things like tugging on his fathers robes and asking why Ada’s been staring at you all day instead of him.

✧ At first it makes you laugh, especially to finally see the elvenking flustered, although it gets less funny when he does it to you.

✧ Overall, Legolas is more than happy to accept you into the family - even if he gets confused at times.

✧ Thranduil also stresses that he doesn’t expect you to deal with Legolas, but makes it clear he will be a father for his son.

✧ You always reassure him that you love the both of them - and you certainly wouldn’t leave Thranduil over this.

✧ As he grows up and understands Legolas is just as supportive, although this time he actually realises what he’s supporting.

✧ Revels in the fact he’s the only one who can truly tease Thranduil about his love for you.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Like most elven families would be, they’re more than a bit cynical when they discover that their child is courting a mortal human.

✧ However, they’re much more accepting than you would have mentioned.

✧ In fact - Lindir is almost more nervous than you are.

✧ You can so clearly tell he wants everything to go well, and it’s honestly adorable.

✧ When he finally introduces you to each other you can see the hope and nerves in his eyes, and watch it slowly melt away as you all begin to get to know each other.

✧ Afterwards, you ask why he was so nervous and he confesses he doesn’t know.

✧ “I suppose, I simply wanted the most important things to like each other. Almost as much as I love you.”

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Both of Haldir’s brothers, Rúmil and Orophin, are with him when you first meet him. And both have rather mixed opinions about your first impressions.

✧ Rúmil is, understandably, frosty about the first thing you did when you saw his brother was to almost shoot him. Orophin is, understandably, amused about the fact that’s the first thing you did.

✧ Eventually, once he’s been around you enough and you’ve continued to apologise, Rúmil forgives you - and the two of you get on better terms.

✧ When the Fellowship finally leaves Lothlórien you’re on good terms with them, and they’re sad to see you go.

✧ They’re also the first to see Haldir pining over you, and recognise it.

✧ When you finally go back to Lothlórien they’re quick to congratulate you - before you even say.

✧ Seeing your confusion they simply laugh, before exchanging a glance from you to Haldir.

✧ “Everyone can see his eyes light up when he looks at you.”

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ Long ago, it was Elrond who had introduced the two of you - although his foresight hadn’t quite foreseen what the two of you would become.

✧ He does quickly, however, see the way his son lights up when he sees you. That the otherwise introverted Elladan would rise from his seat to greet you with a wide smile, the two of you instantly starting to talk for hours on end.

✧ Elrond is in no way surprised the two of you finally realised your feelings for each other, he’s just surprised it took you this long.

✧ Elrohir - knowing the two of you - is not surprised that it takes the two of you so long to confess to each other.

✧ It is a fact that makes him both laugh and want to claw his eyes out. Everyone except the two of you can so clearly see your love for each other.

✧ Pushing the two of you into a cupboard is one of his more genius ideas, so of course he’s not at all surprised it works. At all.

✧ (The whistle that comes with the two of you emerging from there together definitely isn’t him, either.)

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ You actually end up approaching Elladan before his twin confesses to you, although you are seeking his advice about love.

✧ Privately, Elladan finds it (darkly) amusing that both of his siblings have fallen deeply in love with Gondorian nobles.

✧ (This is a sentiment shared by all his siblings, that they try very hard to keep from their father.)

✧ He’s good in answering your questions, and reassures him that Elrohir’s not actually this annoying - only somewhat - and he’s simply pining over you.

✧ Aragorn very much approves of your relationship, and he’s a helpful friend in accepting Elrohir’s choice of mortality. There’s a quiet companionship between the two of you, and he’s finally found someone to share his worries with.

✧ Despite what he wants to feel, Elrond can see you’re the perfect one for his son.

✧ And after spending so long fighting it with Arwen, he is more ready to accept it with you.

✧ You still remember seeing the light in Elrohir’s eyes as he comes running up to you, eyes shining with a smile.

✧ “I told you he’d have to accept you! I knew our love was going to be that obvious.”

✧ (Also holds this victory above Arwen’s head for a little too long.)

A/N : Sorry for this being late... hopefully it was still enjoyable! To make up for the lack of romance next one shall be their first 'I love you' - so look forward to it. Also thank you so much for passing 200 followers! When I first made this I didn't think I would even get fifty, so seriously thank you all! Love you guys <3

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[howling-medic]

Level Playing Field

A/N: This is my first attempt writing anything in the LoTR universe. This work was inspired by the incredible @rivendell-poet's ongoing series of LoTR Scenarios - everyone should go read their work because it's simply marvelous. They very graciously gave me permission to write this out in long form, but I'm quite certain I did not do it justice. Thank you for letting me play with this little plot bunny. It was so much fun. I hope you still enjoy it despite the artistic liberties I took from what you wrote (If you haven't guessed, hi. It's kc_impala_girl from AO3)

Perry, turn, jab, and finally blades collide with a clang. Aragorn had raised his sword awkwardly after your attack forced him into the corner of the practice field. The error means that now he is fighting to steady himself, but you are moving toward him with too much momentum. He freezes and then drops his blade. Ever competitive, you take the window of opportunity, stay on the offensive, and pull your blade to his neck. The edge of your sword is held straight across his throat, and his eyes go wide. This had happened once before. This is how he met you. Then it impressed him because few can best him with a blade. Now you grin at him, and his heart skips a beat. His blade is still held ready to respond to your move, and he should. Should push your blade from his neck, keep the match going, but he doesn’t. He feels his cheeks flush. You take a step towards him without dropping your blade. Instead, you rotate it and lift his chin ever so slightly with the point. “What is this? A ranger caught off his guard?” You whisper in his ear just loudly enough for him to hear in an echo of the night you met. His breath quickens, he feels the flush of his cheeks spread down his throat all the way to his chest, but he holds your gaze. He almost forgets he’s at the practice fields in Edoras, not a random clearing in the woods, and your sparring match has drawn a crowd. His eyes stay locked on yours until you lower your blade with a flourish and you take a bow.

His eyes trace your blade as you lower it, and they linger on it for a moment. His chest is still heaving far more than it should be from a single round of sparring, and the exertion alone cannot account for the flush that has spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and all the way down to his chest. As you come out of your bow, Your eyes take in the sight of him, and your victorious grin turns wicked. There's a gleam in your eyes that had not been there, and Aragorn can see the you realize your theatrics got to him.  He wants to kiss that grin off your face, but before he can ponder if he can get away with that in this crowd of onlookers you bring your sword back to the ready. “Round two?” you ask silky smooth in a tone that is the definition of innocence that is so incongruous to your expression. A second round is not what he was considering just then, but he smiles and brings his sword back to the ready. This certainly would not be a match fought on an even playing field, though.

 When your blades meet again, his mind is still not on the match. Every move lacks finesse, and his reflexes are slow. He spends the entire time on defense while his mind stays stuck on the sight of you smirking up at him and the cool bite of steel against the stubbled skin of his neck. When your sweeping blow disarms him it doesn’t surprise him. He is also not upset when he finds your blade pressed to his neck just enough for it to sting. Just as before, his eyes go wide and his chest is heaving. However, this time he matches your smirk. When yours spreads into a grin, he lowers your blade with a single finger before kissing that grin that was so enticing earlier off your face utterly heedless of the crowd and their gasps and cheers. In that moment, he decided he would seize every opportunity to do it again - especially when he sees how flustered it leaves you. It is only fair to level the playing field, after all.