#legolas tag

[legolasghosty]

Hiiiiii~~ Here for the writing game! 172 words and try to involve cats in some way ;) okay love you baiiiiii

"Thanks again for doing this," Willie says as he lets Stella into the house.

"Oh come on," she laughs, toeing off her sneakers by the door. "You're literally going to Italy. To skate in the freaking Olympics. The least I can do is watch out for your cats while you're gone."

Willie's face flushes like it always does when someone mentions where exactly they're going to be for the next 3 weeks. Even months after locking in their spot on Team USA, it's still surreal.

"Well hello mama," Stella coos, dropping suddenly into a crouch as Cassie wanders out of the hallway. She holds out her hand towards the large, fluffy tortoiseshell.

"Ah perfect timing," Willie says with a grin. "That's Cassie. Stone probably won't be out in the open quite as much, he's a bit of a loner."

"I'll make him love me eventually," Stella decides softly, her attention more focused on the cat now sniffing at her fingers. "She's so soft," she remarks as Cassie starts rubbing against her hand.

"Yeah, I think all of Jaden's brushing helps with that," Willie agrees.

After a minute, Cassie wanders off to do something else. Willie walks Stella quickly through their feeding routine and where everything is. It doesn't take long. Willie knew Stella was a good petsitter, she's done it for a few of their other teammates in the past. But it's still a weight off his chest to have her asking good questions and jotting notes down on her phone.

"And you can totally text if you need anything," Willie finishes. "Me or Carly honestly. And Alex's number is on the fridge too if you need an actual adult and you can't get ahold of me."

"I'll be fine," Stella promises. "You just go focus on winning gold, alright? I need the bragging rights of saying I skate with an Olympic medalist."

Willie laughs and nods. "I'll do my best."

[caswellseyes]

Ooooo 12 for Willex? Have a good day, and good luck on the work, my dino bones bestie!!!

i was hoping someone would ask for this one!! tysm, dino bone bestie! i am indeed making good progress on the work - deadline one (big exam) was completed and deadline two (ba thesis proposal) is coming along pretty well. but first, it's willex time!

12. "How come you always end up in my bed?"

Alex sighs and turns over for the seventh time in two minutes. And no, that’s not an exaggeration. He’s counting. 

Look, he likes being on tour just as much as his band members. He loves being on stage and sharing their music with the fans. The meet and greets were scary, at first, but he’s gotten used to them by now and it is always cool to meet fans, though he’ll never be a little worried about disappointing them. It’s wonderful to go to so many places, to do some sightseeing between the work. All in all, he loves touring.

He does not love hotel rooms. 

Hotels in general are pretty cool. They have the little soaps you can take, and free pens, and hotel breakfasts are the best. It’s really fun to be just down the hall from his friends, and occasionally, to share rooms with them. 

No, the problem isn’t hotels. It’s just hotel beds specifically. And, even more specifically, the blankets.

Alex runs cold. This is not news to anyone who’s ever met him. His hands are cold and his feet are cold and yes, he wears hoodies no matter what time of year. It’s just a thing, okay? And these stupid thin hotel blankets do not accommodate for that. At all. 

He actually has an extra blanket on the bus that he brings to the hotels with him. It’s huge and soft, pink on one side and white on the other. It’s fluffy and warm and absolutely perfect.

And he forgot it on the bus this morning. It’s just him and his cold feet and hands and nose, somehow, against the world.

The shitty thin blanket the hotel provided doesn’t count. Alex doesn’t think that one’s on his side. No, it’s just him.

Well.

Not entirely.

Alex glances to the side, at the undisturbed lump lying next to him. Willie is snoring softly, the only thing visible the very top of his head and the start of the braid he put his hair in earlier. 

Yeah, that’s one more thing Alex loves about being on tour. Sharing a room, a bed, with his boyfriend every night. And waking up next to them in the morning, and going through their routines together, and everything else that comes with it. It’s domestic and fun and absolutely perfect.

And, perhaps most importantly right now, it comes with cuddles. 

Carefully, so he doesn’t wake Willie up, Alex shifts closer. He lifts up the end of Willie’s blanket – for some reason, they have separate ones in this bed – and slides under it. He tosses his own blanket on top of it for good measure. Then, Alex shuffles around until he can wrap his arms around Willie and pull their back against his chest. Then, once he’s comfortable, and already starting to feel less cold, he tucks his nose in the crook of Willie’s neck.

The snoring stops. Alex freezes.

“How come you always end up under my blanket?” A sleepy voice mumbles.

Alex feels a hand pat along his arm until it reaches his own hand, linking their fingers together. He squeezes softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers. Willie still sounds half-asleep, and the last thing Alex wants to do is wake them up completely by talking loudly. “I was just cold.”

“I could tell.” Willie chuckles. It’s followed immediately by a yawn. “We should get you a nose warmer. Like the ones for your ears, but then your nose. Or, like, a nose glove.”

Alex pulls his head back. “Sorry,” he repeats. “I tried not to wake you up.”

Willie turns in his hold so that he’s face to face with Alex. They wrap their arms around him. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, yawning once more. “It got me cuddles. I like cuddles.”

“I know you do.” Alex presses his lips to Willie’s forehead in a soft kiss. Thankfully, his lips don’t seem to be as cold as his nose. “Now go back to sleep.”

Willie snuggles closer into Alex’s chest. Soon enough, the snores start up again. 

This time, when Alex tucks his nose into Willie’s hair, Willie sleeps on.

[michelangelinden]

Hehe headcanon!

Bobby is absolutely the last one to get sick out of all the guys, so he always ends up being the one who has to take care of the rest of them. Which generally includes throwing either ice or more blankets at Luke and forcing him to eat soup, turning Reggie into a blanket burrito and making sure he has access to all the comfort movies, and informing Alex that he does actually have to rest if he wants to stop feeling like trash.

When Bobby does get sick, once in a blue moon, there is a fair level of panic and then a lot of googling as to how the heck to make chicken noodle soup.

Hope you feel better!!! Sending hugs!!!

I absolutely agree! Parent friend!Bobby rights all the way.

Luke is the kinda guy who will go from toohot to toocold in a matter of seconds. He will be wrapped in a blanket, then something switches and he'll struggle to emerge like from a dive until his arms are free and he can breathe. He hates drinking tea, but Bobby will put so much honey in it that it's basically herby sugar water so Luke will accept it.

Reggie will just always be cold. He needs to be wrapped in a blanket at all times otherwise he will shake so violently. When Bobby is taking care of him, Reggie will insist that "no, Bobby, one blanket is not enough, I need a second one and I also need you to cuddle me, it's the law, you don't want me to get even worse, do you?" and who is Bobby to deny that? So when Reggie is sick they spend a lot of time huddled up on the couch watching dumb movies.

Alex is the opposite, he will refuse to accept that he is sick in the first place. Mans will be shivering, nose running, head pounding, seeing double and have cotton candy for brain and he'll be like "nah, dude, just slept badly, I'll be fine tomorrow" and Bobby will have to physically force him onto the couch and push a bowl of soup into his hands. Once Alex is seated tho, also wrapped in a blanket (feet sticking out for heat regulation) he will fall asleep instantly, peaceful zzzzz's for hours. Bobby is the designated taking-care-of-sick-friends-friend but he will call Willie over so that they can lock Alex onto the couch, because he will try to get up again once he wakes up from his nap.

When Bobby does get sick eventually, the boys have a small "oh fuck" moment, then a "yo, we got this" moment, then realise that they don't got this. But they do coordinate themselves quickly. Reggie will get onto cuddling and warming Bobby duty, Alex does his best to try and learn how to make chicken noodle soup, and Luke will go to the store and buy everything he has thinks could help (that includes tea and ibuprofen of course, but also chips and a gossip magazine). In the end they do got this. Bobby is very grateful for his friends, but he still hopes he never ever gets sick again because he hates it.

Thank you for this headcanon!! I love this, this is canon now!!

So many forehead kisses, one for each of the boys 😘😘😘😘😘 thank you, I love you <33

(send me headcanons and you'll get forehead kisses in return)

[nancywheelxr]

Hi, so I was hoping you could write something with baby/child Legolas with his granpa? I know he was probably dead when Legolas was born but I'm just having so many little Leggy and granpa feelings (also, I know I've been asking so much modern aus and I'm sorry about that). Your writing is amazing and I totally love it. Btw, have a great day/afternoon/night !

Hey there! Thank you so much!! I hope you’re having a lovely day too!

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Something is happening in the palace.

Legolas knows this because it’s been two days since his dad had dinner with them, even longer since he saw more than a few glimpses of his grandad. His mom says he should leave them to their work and not bother them or the other guards.

There are lots of guards in the palace lately.

Blacksmiths too, with big shields and pointy swords and shiny armor. It’s like one of those stories dad tells him when his mom isn’t around, Legolas thinks, about great battles and victory and, and– dragons!

So, honest, he hadn’t meant to get in anyone’s way, but he wanted a book, the one with the big maps so he could see where the dragons are. It’s not his fault his grandad caught him trying to climb the library shelf.

“That was very dangerous,” he says, placing Legolas back on the floor, “what were you trying to do?”

“I wanted the book with the maps,” Legolas points at the big one, with the colorful pictures, jutting out the shelf, “to see where Dagorlard is.” 

The change is quick, his grandad’s expression falls into a frown and Legolas shrinks back. He’s so in trouble. “Dagorlad? Where did you hear that name?”

“Erm, I heard mom and dad talking last night,” he admits, shifting from foot to foot, “I know I shouldn’t eaf– eeves– sneak around, but I didn’t mean to listen, I just wanted some water. And they were talking very loud.”

“They were, weren’t they?” His grandad sighs, waving him closer. His face isn’t doing the frowny thing anymore, so Legolas figures he’s not in that much trouble, and his grandad picks him up, making him giggle– Legolas does love being tall. “The place you heard, your father and I will go there very soon, I believe that is why your mother is upset. She worries, that is all.”

“Are you going to fight a dragon?”

Legolas tries to imagine it– the long wings, the shiny scales, the bright fire. It all sounds very brave and very cool, the kind of thing they write songs about.

“Of sorts,” he sighs again, walking up to the big window in the library. Outside, the guards are gathering again, testing out the new swords and armors and shields, and Legolas wishes he could be out there, training too. Go fight the big dragon with his dad. “It is a very evil place, that is why we’re marching against it. We fight now so there can be peace tomorrow. So you won’t have to fight any dragons.”

“But I want to!” Legolas whines, thinking about the songs and the stories and the tapestries in the halls. “I want to go on an adventure too when I’m big like you and dad!”

His grandad is looking at him and he looks sad, but he still smiles. “You will have your adventure, child, but I hope it will not be anything like ours.”

For the first time since all those people started coming to the palace, Legolas thinks of his mom crying last night and his dad kissing her hair and his grandad smiling while looking sad– for the first time, he’s scared even though he doesn’t understand what is going on. “I don’t want you and dad to go,” he whispers.

“We have to, it is our duty,” his grandad shakes his head, “but we will be back before you notice it. In the meantime, you’ll have to be good, yes? Look after your mother, don’t let her work too hard. Will you do that for me?”

Legolas nods sharply. “I will,” he buries his face on his grandad’s shirt, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

He feels the low rumble of his grandad’s chuckles. “Of course, my boy. Let’s get you upstairs, hm? Your mother is probably looking for you.”

Maybe adventures are a bit scary and maybe there are other things out there that aren’t dragons and maybe Legolas doesn’t know what all of this means yet, but he does know something is changing, something big. He squeezes his eyes shut and clings tighter to his grandad, for now, he’ll just trust his family to keep the shadows at bay.

[legolasghosty]

WIP Monday

Okay I've been tagged by both @floating-in-the-blue and @phantomxarmy in the past few days, so here goes nothing. This is the latest little bit I'm working on for the JatP On Ice AU. I'm not totally sold on how this is going, but well. It's a wip it's fineeeee.

No pressure tagging @onlygenxhere, @mac-lilly, @wr0temyway0ut, and anyone else who wants in!

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He drives home and throws together dinner in a daze, for once thankful for the stupid mid-week start to the school year that means his siblings aren’t home when he first gets there. He’s sure the whole situation is written all over his face. They spend a few minutes in the bathroom once the chicken is in the oven, breathing and splashing cool water over their face and neck in an attempt to hide their own distress.

It doesn’t work.

“What’s up with you?” Jaden asks about five seconds after coming in the front door. “Your face is doing that weird tight thing, and not in the smiley way like when you don’t want us to know you’re texting Alex.”

Willie blinks, then groans. “It’s… do you mind if I hold off on that question till dinner? I don’t want to explain it twice.”

Jaden eyes him for a second, then nods. “Okay, that makes sense. Can I go play games till then? I finished my homework on the bus.”

“Really? Nice going, Jay,” Willie says, surprised. “Yeah that’s fine. Just make sure you can still hear me down here.”

“Yes!” Jaden cheers. “There’s this new item drop and I need to try it!” With that, he scampers upstairs and Willie hears the faint sound of the Xbox booting up.

[legolasghosty]

O (The stars or space) or U (Coming home) for Juke pls!

It had been dark for over an hour by the time Luke pulled into the driveway and parked the car. They'd left in plenty of time to get back to LA before the sun set, but hadn't accounted for the freak blizzard that hit just as they left the Tahoe AirBnB they'd rented for their honeymoon. Julie had handled the snow like a champ (much to Luke's relief, as he'd barely ever driven in the stuff before). He'd fully understood when she tapped out around Stockton when they stopped for gas.

She'd dozed off in the passengers' seat a little over an hour ago. Luke had been forcing himself not to glance over every mile or so to admire how cute she looked asleep. Even with the matching golden bands on their fingers, it was still hard to believe that she was his wife. He officially belonged to Julie Molina-Patterson.

Julie stirred as he turned the car off. "Where'r'we?" she mumbled, blinking slowly.

"Home," Luke answered. He reached across the center console to brush a curl that had fallen out of her ponytail back off her brow. "We just gotta get inside, then we can crash."

"'r the guys still up?" she asked sleepily.

As if on cue, the front door opened and Reggie bounded out towards the car. Alex followed a few steps behind.

"You guys made it!" Reggie called.

"Barely," Luke responded, finally opening his door and stepping out to give his best friend a hug. "Jules was a rockstar."

"Julie is a rockstar," Alex pointed out as he opened the trunk and grabbed one of the suitcases.

"And don't any of you forget it," Julie chuckled as she clambered out of the car.

"We could never," Reggie promised, coming around the car to hug her as well.

"At least the weather cleared up once we got out of the mountains," Luke said.

"Really cleared up," Alex agreed, pointing up at the sky.

Luke looked up to see an unfamiliar sea of blackness above them. Usually the sky barely seems dark at night in LA with all the light pollution, but tonight it's almost as inky as it was in the mountains. There are less stars poking through, but those that are there are bright. It's stunning.

He turned back down to see Julie staring upward. The lights from the sky and the house catch on her warm brown skin. Her eyes were filled with sleepy wonder as she takes in the sky. In Luke's highly impartial opinion, she's the brightest star out there.

Then she yawned and stretched, rolling out her shoulders. "Cool. Can I go to bed now?"

Luke laughed and grabbed his backpack before wrapping his free arm around his wife's waist. "Sure thing, Boss."

Their honeymoon had been some of the happiest days of Luke's life. But he was still happy to be home.

[legolasghosty]

V. An abandoned or empty place for Willex please???

(Ignore the fact that this was like a week late please and thank you.)

"You sure about this, Hotdog?" Willie teases as he lets Alex tie on the blindfold. "Usually I'm the one poofing you to mysterious locations."

"I'm like 81% sure this will work," Alex says. His tone sounds like more than 19% nerves, but Willie doesn't comment. "It worked fine when I tried it with Reggie the other day. So. It'll be fine."

"I trust you," Willie promises, finding Alex's hand and squeezing.

"Okay," Alex mumbles. He falls quiet for a second, then adds, "You ready?"

"Ready."

There's a moment of silence, then Willie feels himself poofing out, his soul following Alex's as it teleports through space. It feels a beat longer than they're used to, but then they're landing on some kind of hard surface. Willie stumbles and Alex's free hand immediately finds their shoulder to steady him.

"Darn, I was going for inside," Alex comments. "You okay walking blindfolded for a minute?"

"I'm good," Willie tells him.

They start walking slowly, Alex gently guiding Willie by the hand. The air feels cooler wherever they are. Fresher too, less pollution. Not LA then.

"Through the glass here," Alex instructs.

Willie appreciates the warning even if he doesn't *need* it. They step through a glass wall (window?) and the ground hardens under his feet. Concrete inside probably?

"Where are we?" Willie asks, curiosity getting the better of them.

"Just a minute, almost there," Alex promises, leading him along a little faster now.

Willie can hear their footsteps echoing through the space as they walk. It sounds so hollow. The place must be massive. It feels like they go through some sort of tunnel and Alex finally stops as it opens up around them again.

"So, you're always taking me to closed museums and stuff with lots of space to skate and stuff... and I read about this online so..." Alex trails off and pulls Willie's blindfold free.

Willie can barely make sense of what he's seeing at first. The space is too massive to take in all at once. They're at the bottom of a section of stadium seats that must be 50 rows up. Below them is another similar section, and beyond that is the biggest track and sports field Willie has seen in their life (afterlife?). Above them, the roof is criss-crossed with some kind of framing.

"It's one of the venues from the Beijing Olympics," Alex explains. His tone is soft but it seems to hang in the dead air around them. "It's apparently been mostly abandoned since then. Seemed like the kind of place you'd like."

Willie turns in a slow circle, taking it in. "Woah." Then, with a grin, he lets out a massive scream. It echoes through the area around them, fading as it travels through the space.

Best. Date. Ever.

[legolasghosty]

Hi! Sorry I’m a bit late to the game, but could I please request Thanksgiving (Nov 28)? Thanks! Much love! 🤗💜

HI YES SORRY, I was in the middle of stuff when this came in and then forgot to answer.

So this fic takes place pretty soon after the most recent *posted* installment of this AU, which you can read here. But it's basically just Willie and his sibs going over to the Molinas+ Thanksgiving and generally having a good and supported time.

Here's a snippet, including some of Willie continuing to be starstruck by the powerhouse that is Julie Molina, one of the only female bench coaches (and the only woman of color I think) in the NHL.

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Willie nods as they walk out a sliding glass door and onto a large deck. The smell of steak immediately fills their nose. They immediately spot Stevie and Carly perched on a pair of deck chairs, chatting with a short black woman with long box braids. But Ray leads him toward the other end of the deck, where Caleb is standing next to a barbeque with…

Oh. Molina. Ray Molina. Carlos Molina. Willie feels kind of stupid for not putting it together beforehand.

“Oh hey, Willie right?” Julie Molina says, smiling warmly. 

“I-yeah-yep that’s me,” Willie manages, shaking her hand.

“Glad you could join us, William,” Caleb adds, stepping aside smoothly to allow Ray to take back over the grilling. 

“Have you found Mercer yet?” Julie asks, leaning back against the railing. “I thought he was gonna fall off the treadmill when Dad texted that you guys were coming, he was grinning so hard.”

Thanks for the ask, sorry it took me so long!!!