pregnant reader who is upset her husband left without saying I love you
The moment he arrived home, he began to look for you - his wife. His whole world, his everything only to come face to face with said woman who refused to look at him.
"Please just tell me what is wrong."
"You've stopped loving me!" You wailed.
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"You didn't say goodbye, give me a kiss or anything when you left this morning!"
"You were asleep, I couldn't wake you up - not when you lay awake for more than half the night." He smiled softly, relieved that - that was the issue. He was afraid he had messed up somehow without knowing or meaning to. He sighed with his smile still evident. "I don't even think it's possible for me to stop loving you."
You sniffling was muffled as he held you firmly against his chest, refusing to let you go.
"My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love for you? Do I not give you every second of my being - devoting it to you solely?" He continued as you just silently began thinking it over, sniffling every once in awhile.
"You're making me feel foolish." You admitted.
"You are not foolish, you have every right to be upset - I should have spoken to you before I left in the morning. And for that, I apologize. Will you forgive me?"
"Only if you say the words you did not say this morning."
He chuckled. "As you wish, love. I love you." He paused, placing a kiss on your cheek."I love you-" Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." His smile only deepened as you let out a stream of giggles, a wide smile now replacing your frown.
"Is that enough for you, my love?" He questioned, holding your face in his hands.
"Maybe once or twice more." You falsely looked as if you were truly debating it.
He attacked your face with kisses before uttering one last, "I love you."
Sure, it was foolish to get upset over trivial things as such but he would never deny you anything. He would be certain to say what he feels for you to ensure your happiness. A very simple girl with a very in love man doesn't seem so bad at the end of the day.
"I suppose I love you too even after the stunt you pulled this morning."
Being a girl is: When you realize that you were falling for a fictional character during his first appearance but suddenly found out that he already have a love interest/lover then you suddenly get mad for not researching about them immediately when you first saw them
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: I just wanted to write some fluff!
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏 🗡️
・At first, he tilts his head, lips parting like he might question it. But then he sees your expression; calm, trusting, maybe a little playful, and something in him softens.
“I can try,” he says, voice rough around the edges, but warm.
“It’s been… a long time since I’ve braided anyone’s hair.”
・You sit together near the fire. His sword is laid beside him, boots still dusty from the road.
・And yet, he treats the moment like it deserves stillness. Like your request has pulled him out of time.
・His hands are calloused, weather-worn.
・You can feel him being careful not to tug too hard.
・He works in silence, brows furrowed in concentration.
・His fingers move slower than Legolas’, less sure than Faramir’s, but steadier than you’d expect.
・Every now and then, he huffs out a breath that sounds like a quiet laugh.
“You have too much hair for this to go unnoticed,” he murmurs.
“The braid will hold, but only just. It may rebel before the day is done.”
・But still, he continues.
・And when he finishes...it’s a bit uneven. Slightly lopsided with a few bits of hair hanging out.
・Yet it was done with love and effort and the kind of care no one taught him
・He rests a hand briefly at the base of your braid, like he’s grounding you. Or himself.
“There. You’re ready.”
・And when he sits back, he doesn’t say anything else.
・But throughout the day he watches you, making sure it holds, and if were to come loose, you can come back to him.
・He'll braid it again. Every time.
𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 🌙
・He blinks once, slow and surprised, then tilts his head, curious.
“It would be my honor,” he says, with the kind of sincerity that makes your chest tighten.
・Legolas doesn’t ask why. Doesn’t tease.
・He treats the request with deep, quiet admiration. Almost as if you've asked him to perform an ancient rite...which you kinda have.
・He steps behind you in complete silence.
・With featherlight, gentle hands (you hardly feel them at first), he works. And he does it quite quickly.
・You realise this isn't the first time he's braided hair before.
“Each braid has meaning,” he murmurs.
“Length. Type. Tension. In my realm, we braid for protection. For remembrance. For love.”
・You go still. He doesn’t elaborate.
・And then he sings.
・It's soft, in Elvish.
・And not one that you know. But it feels old. Comforting. Like wrapping your arms around a loved one you haven't seen in a while.
・When he finishes, he runs one finger gently along the braid’s edge
・And when you turn to look at him; eyes shining and heart full, he meets your gaze and adds, ever so softly:
“You should ask me again sometime.”
・Because this wasn’t just a braid.
・It was a memory.
・And he plans to make more of them with you.
𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒓 🛡️
・Oh how he melts.
“I’ve never been asked to do something like that...But I'll try.”
・He moves to sit behind you, shuffling so that his legs are around you.
・Boromir's hands are big, definitely too big for this, but he continues anyway.
・As he gathers your hair, gently brushing it out of your face and into his palm, he mutters:
“You’ll have to forgive me if it’s not Elvish-perfect,” he murmurs.
“We weren’t taught much about braids in the White Tower.”
・And then he grows quiet, thoughtful. This isn’t just a braid anymore. It’s a way to show you affection...a part of him enjoys it.
・Although he is trying to make it perfect.
・At the end, the braid is a little loose, a little uneven, but strong.
・Woven like a promise.
・He secures it with a small leather tie from his own belongings; nothing special, but something his.
“There. Done.”
A pause.
“I hope it’s alright.”
・You turn to thank him, but he’s already looking away, trying not to smile.
・Fingers twitching like he wants to touch your hair again but won’t; unless you ask.
“If it ever comes undone,” he adds quietly, “you know where to find me.”
𝑬́𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 🏹
・He thinks of it as a challenge...straight away.
“You don’t think I can?”
"Ugh! That's not what I meant?"
"What did you mean?"
"Just wanted someone to braid my hair, you ass."
・You weren't even teasing him, but then it becomes a whole thing.
・He kneels down behind you like a man preparing for war. Cracks his knuckles. Rolls his shoulders. And in turn, you roll your eyes.
・When he actually starts, there's a shift. The bravado eases and he becomes focused.
・His rough fingers, to your surprise, are steady.
・And you can feel the care as well...and feel, a protective energy.
・Like if anyone tried to touch your braid he'd punch them.
・When he’s done? He absolutely beams. And before getting up, he tugs the end playfully, then stands back with his arms crossed.
"There. Just got your hair braided by a Third Marshal...that's got to be worth something."
・If someone compliments it later, he absolutely puffs up with pride (but plays it off like it was no big deal)
“Looks good doesn't it. I did it. She asked me. Only right I made sure it was done proper.”
・And although Eomer doesn’t say it out loud, in his mind he promises something wolfish and loyal:
No one touches what I’ve claimed with my hands.
𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒓 🌾
・At first, he blinks—slow and surprised, like he thinks he misheard you.
“You would trust me with something so personal?”
・He isn't teasing. No, Faramir is genuinely honoured.
・Because he's the kind of man who sees tenderness as something rare and doesn’t take it lightly.
・You sit between his knees, and he treats your hair like something sacred.
・The word 'gentle' repeats in his head over and over.
・His hands are warm as he gathers your hair from your shoulders
・His fingers accidentally touch the bareness of your neck and goosebumps erupt.
・You go red; luckily he can't see your face.
・Faramir barely speaks, only jums softly under his breath; something old, maybe a lullaby he remembers from his mother.
・Every now and then he asks, in a light voice:
“Does this feel alright?”
“Too tight?”
“Shall I start again?”
・Once he's done, (he took his time on purpose), he wraps the end with a small ribbon.
One you didn't know he'd been keeping. As he ties it, it's as if he's sealing a promise.
・For a moment longer than they need to, his fingers linger.
“There. You’re ready to meet kings and storms alike.”
・And if you could see his face, you would notice a faint flush on his cheeks
・Like he's been given something sacred...and he hopes you'll ask him again tomorrow.
𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒇 🪄
・His first reaction is a slight chuckle, partially amused.
“My dear, it has been centuries since I was asked for that favor.”
・He takes a seat and motions for you to sit in front of him. Your legs are crossed on the floor, and your hands are fidgeting in your lap.
・You can feel his long, elegant fingers begin to pick up hair. A slight shiver runs down your spine at the image of it.
・At first he murmurs, in a language you do not know. But his voice is peaceful, and you can hear the chirping of night bugs.
・He knows exactly what he's doing. You’d expect an old wizard to fumble, but Gandalf’s hands are steady
・It takes a while, but the murmurs turn into little humming and you cannot help but smile.
・The braid is meticulous, elegant, maybe a little too perfect.
・You end up with something that feels sacred, like it should be worn into battle or a coronation.
・After he's done, he gives a small hum of approval. In a wistful voice he says:
“So the wind will not catch your thoughts and carry them away.”
・And then he lights his pipe, looks off toward the horizon, and pretends it was no big deal.
・...But for the rest of the journey, he walks a little closer to you.
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Mentions of trauma, protectiveness, emotional vulnerability.
FRODO
Frodo loves deeply. He’s not always good at saying how he feels, but his actions speak volumes.
He would bring you small tokens from his travels, a smooth stone or a flower pressed into a book, because they reminded him of you.
He needs reassurance, especially after bearing the Ring. He sometimes fears being unworthy, and your gentle reminders of his goodness mean the world to him.
Frodo is a cuddler. He craves physical closeness, whether it’s holding your hand while walking or resting against you in the evening.
He loves reading with you, telling stories of the Shire and watching your reactions. His smile shines brightest when he makes you laugh.
He gives affection in small gestures: brushing hair from your face, squeezing your hand under the table and whispering gratitude for your presence when he feels weary.
SAMWISE
Sam is the epitome of devotion in a partner. His love is all-in, all-encompassing and expressed through constant care.
He shows love by doing things for you: cooking meals, tending your garden, mending clothes... He believes the best way to express his feelings is through action.
Sam is protective, sometimes overly so, but only because his greatest fear is losing those he loves. He’d put himself in harm’s way without hesitation if it meant keeping you safe.
He is affectionate and warm, often reaching for your hand, wrapping an arm around you or pulling you close in a hug.
His ideal life with you is simple: a little house in the Shire, a garden out back, evenings by the fire and waking up to you beside him each morning.
You’d never doubt his love. Every look, every gesture, every word from him is filled with genuine adoration.
PEREGRIN
Pippin is the kind of partner who brings laughter and chaos into your life in the best way.
He’s endlessly affectionate, always tugging on your sleeve, holding your hand, or resting his head on your shoulder. He thrives on touch.
He loves making you laugh. Whether through silly antics, playful teasing, or ridiculous stories, he’ll go to any length to see you smile.
Though often playful, he has moments of surprising sincerity. When things grow serious, his devotion shows in, for example, as standing by your side, offering comfort and proving his bravery.
Pippin loves adventures with you, big or small. Even if it’s just sneaking out for a midnight snack or exploring a meadow, everything feels more magical with you around.
MERIADOC
Merry balances playfulness and responsibility in a relationship. He’s affectionate and mischievous, but also deeply reliable.
He loves planning little surprises for you: sneaking you treats, pulling you into secret spots, or orchestrating jokes that end with your laughter.
Yet beneath the humor, he’s protective and steady. When you’re upset, he shifts instantly from teasing to attentive comfort.
He loves sharing in traditions, whether Shire festivals, drinking games, or picnics. To him, partnership is about being each other’s teammate in all things.
He would go to great lengths to ensure you never feel alone, even in the darkest times.
ARAGORN
Aragorn is an intensely loyal and protective partner. His love is steady, steadfast and deeply rooted in respect.
He is not overly showy with affection, but his devotion is undeniable. Every promise he makes, he keeps.
Aragorn cherishes simple moments: sitting together by a campfire, walking through the woods, or sharing stories of the past. He feels most alive with you in calm and natural spaces.
He is protective but not smothering. He trusts your strength but will always be ready to shield you if danger arises.
Affection for him often comes in touches: his hand brushing yours as you walk, his cloak draped over your shoulders when you’re cold, his forehead pressed against yours in quiet moments…
LEGOLAS
Legolas’s love is subtle and steady. He isn’t overly demonstrative in public, but his affection shows in how closely he pays attention to you: always noticing the smallest details others might overlook.
He loves sharing moments in nature: listening to the trees, watching stars and walking silently side by side.
He’s playful in private. His sense of humor is dry, teasing, and sometimes mischievous. He loves catching you off guard.
He often expresses affection through gifts from nature: a carefully braided crown of flowers, a smooth river stone or a feather left in your hand.
Legolas sees love as eternal. If he loves you, it is with his whole heart, and he carries it as something sacred. His loyalty would never waver.
GIMLI
Gimli’s love is fierce, protective and wholehearted. He doesn’t do things halfway.
He’s affectionate in bold ways: pulling you into bear hugs, booming laughter when you tease him, praising you openly in front of others.
Gimli values loyalty above all. He will fight for you, defend you, and boast about you endlessly. To him, you are the greatest treasure he’s ever found.
He loves physical closeness such as holding your hand, sitting with his arm around you, resting his head against yours… He’s very tactile and unapologetic about it.
Gifts are important to him. He might carve you something intricate, forge a trinket, or gift you a gem that reminded him of your eyes.
To Gimli, love is as much about partnership in battle and joy as it is about affection.
BOROMIR
Boromir is passionate, protective, and sometimes overwhelming in his love. He feels things deeply and expresses them with intensity.
He thrives on reassurance, needing to know he is loved and trusted, especially when doubts and guilt creep in.
He shows affection through grand gestures: sweeping embraces, gifts and bold declarations. He’s not subtle, and he doesn’t want to be.
But he also has a soft side: when he’s vulnerable, he leans into your comfort, resting his head against your shoulder, letting you see the man behind the pride.
Boromir’s love is fiery, loyal and consuming. Once you have his heart, it is yours entirely. No matter the cost.
ELROND
Elrond doesn’t fall easily, but when he does, his devotion runs deeper than most could comprehend.
He would treat you with patience, always listening intently, weighing his words carefully and never dismissing your feelings. He values communication deeply. But he struggles with vulnerability (the weight of his history and grief sometimes makes him retreat).
Elrond enjoys long, quiet evenings: reading together, walking in Rivendell’s gardens, listening to music. He doesn’t need constant chatter. He finds comfort in shared silence.
His love is measured and filled with acts of service: healing your wounds, ensuring your comfort and offering his wisdom when you’re uncertain.
But he also delights in little surprises: he might bring you rare flowers from the gardens or translate an ancient poem into words of love for you.
