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.
characters included- Aragorn, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Boromir, Faramir, and Legolas
y'all, I went overboard, I had wayyy to much time on my hands after work so here's 7 characters (my fingers are cramped now, worth it though :) )
Aragorn-
Aragorn is deeply perceptive — quiet, but emotionally intelligent. He notices things long before you voice them.
One evening, you’re sitting together by the fire in the quiet of Rivendell, and your silence stretches just a little too long. Your gaze flicks to his tall frame, the way he moves with natural grace, even with the weight of destiny on his shoulders and then to your own hands, small and fidgeting. You feel it surge: the ache that you're not enough, not fitting, not worthy.
He shifts closer.
“You think I do not see you,” he says gently, dragging out his next words. “But I do. More than you know.”
You try to brush it off with a laugh, but he takes your hand and presses it to his heart.
“There is strength in you that no sword could match. If you have learned to believe you are lesser because the world has not learned to see you clearly, then let my eyes be enough - for now.”
He doesn’t offer empty reassurance. Aragorn offers loyalty, steadiness. He loves you for the depth of your mind, your differences, the resilience in your smallest gestures. And he reminds you with his actions, again and again.
Kili-
Kíli notices something’s off when you flinch away from his teasing.
He’s sprawled on the ground after a sparring match, laughing, trying to tug you down beside him yet you hesitate. He sees your eyes dart to your body with a scrutinizing glare, hears the sharp edge to your voice when you mutter, “Maybe you’d be better off with someone more like you.”
Silence.
Kíli's expression drops. He gets up, brushes off his knees, and stands very, very still.
“Is that what you think?” he asks softly.
When you nod, he wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground until you can’t ignore the closeness, the affection.
“I don’t want someone like me,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you. I love how your mind works, even if it runs a thousand miles a minute. I love how you stand beside me even when you’re scared. And I love this”—he touches your nose to his— “shortness. It means I can protect you and kiss the top of your head.”
He makes you laugh even when you’re crying. That’s Kíli’s magic. He loves deeply, earnestly, and without a single condition.
Fili-
Fíli is more reserved than Kili. Thoughtful, a bit more poised, but when you start withdrawing, he notices.
You’re quieter lately, dodging his compliments, brushing off his touch. One evening the tension draws to an edge and he corners you, gently-firmly, when you're both tending your weapons.
“You think you’re not good enough for me,” he says bluntly. “Why?”
You shrug, eyes lowered. “I just… I don’t always understand people right. I forget things. I talk too much, or not enough. I’m not a warrior, or royal—”
Fíli crouches before you, his golden braids brushing your knees. He takes your hands in his calloused ones.
“Royalty doesn’t make someone worthy of love,” he says. “Kindness does. Courage does. Being honest, even when it’s hard - that is what I admire.”
He places your hand over his chest. “You are exactly who I want beside me. Never let old titles or foolish voices tell you otherwise.”
Thorin-
Thorin’s love is fierce, protective — and hard-won.
So when you flinch at a council meeting, too aware of your place beside him, too small, too unsure, too unlike the rest of the proud, battle-scarred dwarves yet Thorin sees it.
Later, in the quiet of your chambers, he places his crown aside and sits next to you.
“I do not want a queen carved in stone,” he starts. “I do not need perfection.”
You try to explain the ways your mind doesn’t always process things easily, the moments when you shut down, the way his legacy feels like a mountain beside your self-doubt.
Thorin doesn’t interrupt.
And then, he says softly, “I know what it is to feel unworthy. I have stood in the halls of my ancestors and doubted my right to even breathe.”
He cups your face with rough hands. “But you give me peace. When the world is too loud, you are the quiet I reach for. When I forget myself, it is your voice I remember.”
He kisses your forehead with reverence. “You are not lesser. You are my balance. My heart. And you deserve love not in spite of who you are, but because of it.”
Boromir-
He doesn’t take it well. Not because he’s angry at you, but because it hurts him to see you carrying that weight.
The moment the words come out “I’m not what people expect when they see you. You could do so much better than someone like me”-Boromir turns with a look like someone had knocked the wind out of him.
He sits beside you without a word, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and pulls you firmly against him.
“Do you think I care what people expect?” he says eventually, voice rough. “My whole life, I’ve tried to live up to what others thought I should be. And none of that brought me peace. But you? You bring me peace.”
He gently taps your temple with two fingers. “Whatever storms you carry in here, you don’t face them alone. Not anymore.”
He kisses your temple and holds you like he’s shielding you from the world.
Faramir-
He notices before you say a word. The way your shoulders curl in slightly around others. How you hesitate to speak in front of the council. How you apologize for being “too much” and “not enough” in the same breath.
When you finally break and whisper, “I don’t know how someone like you could love someone like me,” Faramir doesn’t speak for a long moment. Instead, he cups your face with both hands and leans in, resting his forehead against yours.
“Do you know,” he whispers, “I used to believe I was unworthy of love too?”
You blink, surprised, but he continues softly. “I grew up in the shadow of others- measured and doubted, Then I met you. And you never asked me to be anything but myself.”
He pulls you into a gentle embrace, voice barely above a breath.
“You see the world in your own way. And it's why I love you. Not in spite of who you are, but because of it.” he continues to hold you with a weeping gentleness as you work through this now, together.
Legolas-
When you tell him- eyes cast downward and voice cracking, that you feel out of place beside him, he doesn’t laugh, doesn’t offer surface-level reassurances.
He simply kneels in front of you, lowering himself until he has to look up at you.
“You speak as if love is earned through perfection,” he says quietly. “But I am not flawless. I have doubts. I have fears. And I am not untouched by time, though mime nostale seem so.”
He reaches up, brushing your cheek with a feather-light touch.
“I chose you not for how the world sees you, but for how you see the world. You remind me that there is softness even in pain. Beauty in difference.”
He offers a rare, gentle smile. “And I quite enjoy looking down only because it means I can look at you.”
Then, leaning forward, he whispers, “You do not need to reach my height. You already reach my heart.”
QUEEN, IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU BACK!! I see you want some requests to pass time during your trip, so what about a reaction of the men and women of LotR to their crush or partner being very oblivious to them flirting? or even in general? what inspires you most really 🫶 hope you have a safe and nice trip !
HI QUEEN
Middle Earth Men + Women | Their crush is oblivious to their flirting
At the core of it, he knows you're oblivious, but he chooses not to clarify
His flirting is subtle, and he does not like to make it obvious
Lingering eye contact, talking close to your face, his hands gently reaching to hold your arms or your shoulder as he speaks to you
Or even leaning down to see your face better
But you always thank him like he'd just given you directions, or like he'd just given you a tip about something
Which makes him blink, recalculating what just happened
Like one time when he said after psyching himself up for so long, "You are very dear to me, and I wish to keep you close."
But you only smiled and said, "You think so highly of all your friends, Aragorn."
He literally almost chokes
He realises over time that your obliviousness does not crack at all, no matter how protective he is of you, or how frustrated he clearly becomes when someone else shows interest
And so he may resort to a much more direct confession
Boromir
Boromir is MUCH less subtle than Aragorn
And so when you do not notice his flirting, he is so deeply confused and almost baffled
He gives such heavy compliments, describing you to your face as "radiant" and "gorgeous", but you only thank him and move on quickly
He stays close to you while the fellowship is walking
He places a hand on your waist to softly shuffle you out of something's way
He places his bedroll close to yours each night, staying awake for a while and asking you questions about your childhood and your life
ALL the signs are there, but literally everyone can tell but you
It's almost comedic, and he finds himself becoming even more intense out of desperation
Offering you his clothes when you're cold, always lingering next to you, calling you pet names
Until one day, he just downright asks, "Do you not see what I am doing?" to which you just cock your head, and he sighs deeply out of frustration
Faramir
Faramir already assumes he is unworthy of you, and so your obliviousness only solidifies his insecurities
You unfortunately interpret his affections as his natural kindness
Which makes him faintly smile and withdraw heavily with each interaction you have, making you believe you are doing something to upset him
But it's actually him becoming scared of being obvious, because he is terrified of rejection
And he could never force clarity from you; he would rather wait until you downright tell him if you feel the same way
Forever pining Faramir
He treasures small affections, such as your hands brushing when you're walking, or you lying your head on his thigh when you both sit outside the houses of healing in the garden
Boromir has a field day with it, though and loves watching his brother mindlessly pining over you
Eomer
He thinks he's made it clear from the start and that you're aware
He gives you affectionate names, rides beside you always, compliments your strength and beauty all in one breath
But when you only pat his shoulder in a very 'friend' manner, he freezes and stares out of disbelief
He feels he has made a fool of himself, and so he must redeem his pride
He becomes more physical, respectively
Offering to brush and tie up your hair, wiping dirt from your face, a strong hand on your waist to steady you when needed
But you strangely interpret his actions as Rohirrim custom, thinking to yourself 'Wow, they are strangely affectionate towards each other.'
But only when you bring it up to Eowyn one day that she frowns and corrects you, saying that Eomer does not act that way with anyone else, do you start to question it
But he is more direct than some others, and is not afraid to speak his feelings
"Is this not signs of courtships where you come from?"
Eowyn
She does not flirt easily, but when she does, she aims to make it meaningful and full of intent, and so your obliviousness slightly hurts her
She gives silent affection and rare compliments that hit deep
But defends you extremely fiercely, especially when someone is bothering you
But seeing you treat your tenderness as simple loyalty makes her lose a bit of hope in something happening between you two
She may take it as a sign that you are not interested at all, and withdraw slightly
But the tension remains through long stares
If you seek her out after she misses out of your usual time together, she softens and becomes hopeful, realising how much she truly craves your touch
It is then that she would be direct, telling you that she needs to be seen and heard, not overlooked
The confession is raw and emotional, but worth the slight suffering on her part
Bard
He does not flirt lightly, so if he is doing it, it is with clear intention
And so your obliviousness unsettles him slightly
He is never ignored by anyone when he flirts, so this would be a first
He commits acts of service as affection, such as bringing you food, fixing your clothes for you, sharpening any weapons you need and bringing you on his boat for any reason you may need
And protects you at all points he can
But you only thank him like a friend, leaving him with his brow furrowed and him disheartened
He begins questioning if you are truly just ignoring him on purpose
But the moment someone else shows an interest, he is there SO quickly by your side, acting slightly hostile
Which made you start to wonder about his feelings
His confession is simple but direct, coming up casually in conversation while you both were cooking dinner together at his house
Your genuine surprise had him in stitches laughing, because how could you have never noticed?
Hi, it's me again, and I also have another request if you don't mind. Could you please write something about the Lotr Characters (or just the Lotr Men, as in the race of men) with a s/o who wasn't shown much affection in their youth and so is really confused and flustered when receiving it as an adult? Like maybe their s/o is sick and gets up to make themselves food, and is really confused when their love interest says that they'll just make food for them because nobody really did that for them as a kid? That kind of scenario. And the characters' reactions to their s/o being so unused to being taken care of, basically.
That's a bit of an angsty scenario but I hope you don't mind. Please take care of yourself and have a good day!
Hello again for your second post! First of all, thank you for wording your request so respectfully, I really appreciate it. I’m putting this under the “angst” tag as well as “hurt/comfort”, which is one of my favourite flavours to write. I hope you’ll enjoy the read!
･ﾟ✧ Boromir.
When you hurt your shoulder during a sparring session with Boromir, it is only natural for your prince charming to take care of your bed and food. His matter-of-fact care in this situation irritates you. “But you’re hurt. You should rest. Let me take care of everything.” – “But it was my mistake,” you insist, as if that would change anything for Boromir. He loves taking care of you, though he is a bit afraid of the kind of past that has made you so hard towards yourself and your own needs. He thinks about this a lot, oftentimes in bed, just staring at the stars.
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･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.
Aragorn will stop dead in his tracks if you ask him to “no longer coddle you”. Hands raised but not leaving your side, he will calmly inform you that your wounds had not yet healed and that he would need to take care of you for a while longer. Because of his great intuition and insight, he will touch upon your childhood on his own accord and assure you that everything was fine – you are safe with him. His kindness is greater than any guilt or shame inside your chest. With someone as understanding as Aragorn, is it easy for you to open up about your fears.
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･ﾟ✧ Éomer.
Éomer learns quickly that you expect nothing of others and that you are very hard on yourself. At first, he thought he could learn to respect your declines whenever he offered you help with the horses or the food. “You do not need to do this for me.” – “But what if I want to?!” One day, it just breaks out of him like that. He is more desperate than angry, though he cannot help but feel a nebulous anger towards those you have estranged his beloved from their own needs like this. More than anything, he wants to see you treat yourself with kindness, no matter how hard the road to this goal might be – he’s by your side.
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･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.
At first, Éowyn is very irritated when you decline her offers to help you with your broken ankle. “What do you mean, you’ll draw a bath for yourself? You can hardly stand up! I’ll do it, and I won’t hear anything about it.” She is stubborn in her help, but never angry. Because of her relentless and gentle pragmatism towards you, you begin to soften – at least when it’s Éowyn. It takes you a surprising amount of strength to accept help and kindness from others, but each time, Éowyn is there to comfort you, commenting on the progress you’re making if you feel like talking about it. She is proud of your growth.
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･ﾟ✧ Faramir.
With a childhood as difficult as his own, Faramir quickly recognises the patterns in your behaviour and is frightened by how familiar they are to him. His unfeeling father has instilled in him a belief system not unlike your own. His heart breaks as he realises this – he is shocked to see his beloved like this and feels helpless. This only changes when he finally talks to you about your constant declines and irritated reactions to favours. “There is nothing to ‘repay’,” he will assure you. With Faramir opening up about his own childhood, it becomes easier for you to rethink your own behaviour and to be kinder to yourself.
⤷ things i DO NOT write for : anything underage, heavy smut, anything incestuous, non-con or semi-con, glamorisation of mental illnesses or self-harm and so on
⤷ thing i DO write for : anything else, really, as long as i’m comfortable and it inspires me <𝟑 .ᐟ
FANDOMS : currently writing for lotr, the hobbit, potc, troy and tadc
─── old drafts from other fandoms will probably be posted as time goes
CHARACTERS : (x reader) basically orlando bloom; legolas, will turner, paris of troy — but other characters from said fandoms are also appreciated, feel free to ask!!
SHIPS : i don’t usually write for ships but i like them so feel free to ask for one!!
be kind and patient! i’m a uni student doing this on my own free time so requests may take a little while to be answered; know i see them and am working on them if i do not tell you otherwise <3
my work ✎ᝰ.
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LORD OF THE RINGS
— legolas greenleaf
stories :
a heart for a kingdom ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Commercial alliances between Lindon and Mirkwood had always been common; and so was the dignified contempt both of their heir held towards each other. You thought of Mirkwood’s prince with a distinguished loathing regarding his arrogance and conceited personality, and he thought no different of you. It had never been a problem. But that was before there was mentions of reinforcing the bond between the two kingdoms with a strategic union. And not just any union: an heir wedding.
bloodborne ⋮ read on ao3
summary : For centuries your kind has lived hidden: unknown to the world, shrunk back in the shadows you belong in. The Great Ball is the only time you come out in the light, the only time you allow yourself to feast. Amongst moulded ceilings and cups of wine, Mirkwood’s crown prince finds an interest in you and your red velvet dresses. But Legolas doesn’t know you have teeth to bite him and an inherited bloodlust.
one shots :
the healer ⋮ read on ao3
summary : When you offer your life and your powers to the fellowship, calm and unperturbed Legolas feels his insides knot with themselves. There’s a promise at the tip of his lips and memories that rush through your fingers.
a quest for intimacy* ⋮ read on ao3
summary : A quest against a dark lord is never easy, but it seems worse when prying eyes are everywhere and you can’t seem to have a single moment of privacy. Especially when a certain hobbit keeps walking on you inconveniently, ruining your plans with the elf prince at the tip of your fingers.
wild mustang [part 1]* ; [part 2] ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Legolas could eat you whole and never be satiated. Except you are just friends and it’s never whole that he eats you, he always leaves your heart to the side.
by elvish customs ⋮ read on ao3
summary : With no regard for elvish standards, you are the only one Legolas is that affectionate with; it’s almost discourteous. Yet it seems the elf cares little for the opinion of others and you wonder where you stand with him.
meleth nîn ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Being a Ranger of the North meant you rarely had the luxury to spare yourself a bath, and it's a thought that does not sit right with Legolas.
[request] the cure to jealousy ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Two times Legolas swallows back his jealousy, and a third time he doesn’t.
[request] red wine berry kisses ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Not only the truth ferments in wine, doubts concerning your love life also do. Your birthday grows closer with each passing day, and during a drunken night with yours friends you realise something: you never had your first kiss. And you're the only one.
[request] caring is keeping ⋮ read on ao3
summary : They say caring is sharing, but to Legolas it becomes keeping upon meeting you. Keeping you from focusing solely on Aragorn and not on him; keeping Boromir from getting too much leisure with you. The feeling in his chest is wrong, yet it catches like fire and the flames are both delicious and excruciating.
death is a cold bride [on its way…]
summary : A frozen cold death is what awaits for you before Legolas finds you in the forest and brings you back to his father’s halls. Only, he can swear he’s seen you before and in your fever you think death is a beautiful elf.
you’re still the one [on its way…]
summary : In which Legolas follows you everywhere like a puppy to make sure you’re alright, until he doesn’t just once and it’s all it takes for you not to be alright anymore. Forever.
drabbles/imagines :
written in the stars ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Where you cross path so often with Legolas your relationship seems written in the stars (or in Thranduil’s matchmaker’s mind —the king can be an embarrassing father).
[request] casual* ⋮ read on ao3
summary : It's casual, right?
— thranduil greenleaf
one shots :
et in arcadia ego ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Et in Arcadia ego ; « Even in Arcadia, there I am » is a latin locution expressing that even in the blissful, pastoral haven of Arcadia death still exists.
Your people are fleeing for Dale yet the city is nothing but ruins and war prepares. When the immortal king that comes to your aid has grief in his eyes, you realise that still in Arcadia there lies death.
— aragorn, son of arathorn
one shots :
nowhere girl ⋮ read on ao3
summary : “Nowhere girls“ is a Chinese neologism coined to describe women who have no money, no job, no education, no prospects, no looks, no friends and no sophistication. When Aragorn finds you in the middle of the woods, you have nowhere to go.
— frodo baggins
drabbles :
target on a deer ⋮ read on ao3
summary : In which you cannot look at Frodo anymore without feeling like there’s a permanent red target on his forehead when he’s back to the shire. In which you try to help him but fail. Miserably.
one shots :
a white rabbit ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Can a white rabbit be scarier than a balrog?
— faramir of gondor
one shots :
failing scholars ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Invinting Faramir over to “study” but he actually brings his books over and wants to review the material.
— bagginshield
one shots :
how deep is your love? [on its way…]
summary : In the great halls of Erebor, the king under the mountain feels sick; with gold and with something else entirely. Something that knows no cure and is worth far more than all the treasures he possesses. The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN
— will turner
short stories :
lost at sea ⋮ read on ao3
summary : People dream they’re lost at sea until they really are; but when you vanish to her it’s on the trail of a blacksmith you so dearly love. Only, you don’t intend to return and Will refuses to acknowledge his aching heart. Still he comes back to you every time, lost at sea but never to him.
one shots :
a bottle in the ocean ⋮ read on ao3
summary : You are an odd thing to the captain of the Flying Dutchman, like a scratch at the roof of his mouth that would heal if only he could stop tonguing it. To his good luck, he discorvers that sharing a bottle of rum on a ship in the middle of the ocean unties tongues faster than imagined. It seals lips, too.
TROY
— paris of troy
one shots :
baker’s daughter ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Under the crushing heat that ravishes Troy, young prince Paris thinks he hallucinates you; the slip of a dress past a doorway in his mind. Yet, you sing him lullabies at night and since then he longs only for you.
night off* ⋮ read on ao3
summary : In which your work as a healer takes up most of your time and Paris just wants a night off with his wife.
tales of troy ⋮ read on ao3
summary : A greek princess is bound to marry for politics rather than for love. When war slips in the back of a mind between your kingdom and Troy, the only way to tame it is an arrangement; you cannot be this pretty for nothing, and prince Paris cannot waste his charms to flitting romance forever. Quickly, tongues untie among the court and Paris understands he’ll need more than a honey mouth to gain your trust.
THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS
— jax
one shots :
headache ⋮ read on ao3
summary : This digital headache is going to be the death of you. Or the purple bunny who keeps on annoying you.
just a scratch ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Adventures in the circus are rougher for you than for anyone else, and who patches you up every time? A purple bunny who pretends he doesn't take the job very seriously.
NARCOS
— javier peña
one shots :
dry as bourbon, fiery as gin [part 1], [part 2]* ⋮ read on ao3
summary : Javier Peña had everything and everyone he wanted, except you. You seemed incorruptible, immune to his charms. But what could you do when between desk-work days, overly sweet coffees and drug cartels stranger blood boiled in your veins at the idea of him.
My sweet, precious, dearies I am posting this with much love and kindness <3
If you write “x reader” fics, please try to only tag the character(s) who are actually involved. For example, if you wrote a “legolas x reader” fic with no romantic involvement from other characters, please don’t add tags like “aragorn x reader.”
I only bring this up because it can be really frustrating when someone is searching for a specific character and they keep finding fics that don’t actually feature them in that way.
Additionally, please be mindful of symbols used in tagging—here is a quick breakdown:
“x” (character x reader) → a romantic and/or sexual relationship.
“/” (character/reader) → also means a romantic and/or sexual relationship.
“+” (character + reader) → usually means non-romantic interaction, like friendship, platonic, etc.
Thank you so much for understanding! I am just trying to ensure we are tagging things properly to make fics easier to navigate
