warning(s): light TROP spoilers, gn!reader used throughout
author's note: most of these will be turned into actual fics :)
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Elrond + friends to lovers
GIF by @fukutomichi
As kind as summer, as gentle as the soft rays of sun upon your faces whilst you sit in each other's company and he is weaving, unbeknownst to you, tales of your wit and beauty in his mind; poems he would never dare show you. It was love long before either of you knew what to call it.
Gil-galad + opposites attract
GIF by @fukutomichi
Born and raised the son of kings, Gil-galad has known nothing but duty during his lifetime. A King neither ventures, nor tries his hand at passing affections, and yet the curse of a still beating heart inevitably finds him when his lieutenant and trusted friend Círdan is apprenticed by a lovely lowly elf.
Celebrimbor + soulmates
GIF by @dailyflicks
It is instant, absolute. As if the two of you were born a mystical creature, bearing two faces, four arms and four legs, until the Valar separated you and forced you to spend eternity searching for your other half. In the worst of times and the most unlikely of places, the search has come to cease. Alas, so has the time of peace.
Arondir + forbidden love
GIF by @lousolversons
The Silvan elf comes to respect the race of men for what they are during his time in the Southlands and whilst he dare not admit it, it does pertain with knowing you. It is hard to care for the hateful gazes of villagers when your own gaze is so tender under the moonlight, your hands cold and decisive when you touch him here where no one can hear or see. Though he has not tasted mortality, it must taste like you and the urgency you kiss him with, as if in fear the sun might never rise again.
Elendil + forbidden love, age gap
GIF by @frodo-sam
This man was born to be your dutiful protector, loyal like no other and sworn to serve you as his ruler with everything he has. Loyalty and love tend to melt into each other, merge so that it is impossible to tell them apart. It is a tormenting, silent agreement that neither of you may speak on these feelings and yet, it... overwhelms.
Valandil + childhood sweethearts
GIF by @fukutomichi
To know and love Valandil comes as easy as breathing air. You have been doing both for just as long, you think. Childish adoration blossoms in time until your souls are tethered and he will commit his life to earning rank and making it official, from the streets of Númenor to the edge of the world, where he hopes to travel with you.
Isildur + love triangle, second chance
GIF by @vidalharkness
Isildur has always held a deep admiration for you, a childish infatuation even, but your bond with Valandil always comes before all and he happily accepts things as they are for a long time. Friendship is of equal, if not grander, worth and he considers both of you his dear friends above all. Until Valandil is killed, that is. The love each of you have for him and each other perseveres until grief threatens to swallow you whole. On the precipice of desperation, a teary kiss is meant to bring comfort. Yes, of course. That is what this must be.
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bonus:
Adar + enemies to lovers
GIF by @anthemias
Sauron saw in you every weakness, every earthly, pathetic desire to be appreciated and loved when everyone and everything has been cruelly ripped from you. To be part of something larger than the pain eating away at your chest until your days in Middle Earth are over and you can find refuge in the arms of those who unlike you, gave their lives for a greater cause. He saw and took full advantage. Adar sees it now too when he looks at you; the agony of knowing you have played into the hands of evil itself just as he has. There is always a sliver of affection in understanding another, is there not?
includes marvel, dc, star wars, stranger things, kick-ass, shadow and bone, rings of power, good omens, wicked and resident evil
key: ✧ - fluff, ☾ - angst, ♡ - smut
marvel
link to separate masterlist
dc
bruce wayne
always, inevitably ✧ ♡
synopsis: bruce wayne's best kept secret: some would say it's batman, he would say it's you. on the surface, you're friends who occasionally sleep together. but to him, you've always been more.
star wars
cal kestis
sunrise ✧
synopsis: life on bracca may not be the best. but the one person that makes it all better seems to like waking you up way too early in the morning.
cassian andor
pretty words ✧ ☾
synopsis: it's hard to describe your relationship with cassian. he comes and goes as he pleases, but what happens when you ask him to stay?
yesterday was ours ☾
synopsis: one moment, you're kids on ferrix. the next, you're fighting the empire on opposite ends of the galaxy. but even so, some things never change.
stranger things
steve harrington
your orbit ✧
part one
synopsis: amidst a night of board games, junk food and extraordinary company, the only thing steve can think about is you.
part two
synopsis: after breakfast, a shopping trip and a walk through downtown hawkins, things finally start going right for steve.
heaven in a picture ✧
synopsis: during an evening spent with friends, there's only one girl who matters the most.
kick-ass
dave lizewski
common factor ✧
synopsis: after getting stood up, you seek out the one person who makes everything better.
just like me ✧
synopsis: dave has been crushing on you for months before he finally gets the courage to ask you out. and lucky for him, you like him back.
shadow and bone
nikolai lantsov
heart ✧
synopsis: everyone has a purpose on the volkvolny. when you lose yours, nikolai shows you you're worth a lot than that.
rings of power
valandil
halo ✧
synopsis: mornings with valandil always feel like a slice right out of heaven.
good omens
crowley
favourites (platonic) ✧
synopsis: the presence of an unwelcome archangel allows you to bond with your father figure. unsurprisingly, he gives you a hard time doing it.
wicked
fiyero tigelaar
hopeless ✧
synopsis: fiyero is an interesting, if not irritating, presence in your life. but he surprises you most when he asks you to tutor him.
poppy fields (social media au) ✧
synopsis: fiyero is your friend. your best friend, even. sure he flirts, but that's all you'll ever be. right?
resident evil
piers nivans
cute (social media au) ✧ ☾
synopsis: chris gets a new puppy! while you, a bsaa communications officer, take every opportunity to poke fun at piers.
He hisses in response, jaw clenching. You pause in front of him, standing between his legs as he sits on the wooden bench. You’re holding a once clean linen soaked with alcohol in front of the new cut that adorns the bridge of his nose. The white cloth is now tainted with dark red that soaks into the material of the fabric. You regard him with an even stare, his dark eyes staring back at you.
“Are you going to tell me or is Elendil going to tell me later?” You say, cupping his face gingerly in one hand moving to dab the cut on his nose. His brows furrow and he exhales a sigh, his lips parting and you can tell the expression is painful to the slit on the side of his lip, a mark of dark dried blood that mars his lower lip.
“Sparring… for the Sea Guard,” He replies, the way he bites his tongue and raises his eyebrow tells you he’s not being truthful. So does the look in his eyes, something like shame… at himself, maybe. You don’t reply for a moment, thumb running lightly over the stubble that pricks his cheeks and defined jawline. He hasn’t shaved in a while, something that torments you when you kiss and yet he does look good.
“Valandil…” You prod with a hum. He looks at you, lips forming a thin line as you lightly blot at the cut on his nose. “I know the Sea Guard don’t train hand to hand combat today.”
He exhales a scoff and looks at you, his brows still furrowed. He runs his tongue against his teeth, thinking of how to phrase it.
“Kemen,” He starts and almost sneers at the name. “Was… insulting Isildur and I and Ontamo… so I hit him.” He looks away slowly, head tilting downward like it’s somehow disgraceful what he’s done.
The news stops you for a moment, cloth paused over his face. You lower your hand and look at him. Usually Valandil is so in control of his emotions, not one to stoop low enough to physical violence but you do know he and Isildur have fought before but… Kemen?
“Oh.” You manage.
He looks up at you, pretty dark eyes looking over your face. You busy your hands with his cleaning up his nose and he scrunches it in response to the sting.
“Well… did you get caught?” You say. He exhales a slight huff, one of his hands resting on his thigh moving to your hip and waist feeling up the cloth and the slope of your body.
“Unfortunately… discharged, temporarily,” He replies and you nod, as expected, the Sail Master was a harsh man who didn’t take nonsense. However he did seem to have a certain liking to Valandil which may have to do with his swordsmanship and knack for following orders that other boys seem to lack. You drop the cloth on the side of the table, cupping his face fully with two hands tilting his face up. His own hands squeezing the flesh of your hips lightly.
“You’re very chivalrous.”
He sets his lips in a thin line like he’s attempting not to smile before he relents and his lips curve upward. In response, you return the expression, enjoying how he looks, his head tilted up to account for the height difference, for once you’re taller.
“Next time don’t get caught.” You say, carding a hand through his thick dark curls.
crawling out of my cave like michael buble at christmas to post this fic about one of my favourite boys from rings of power
word count: 1.3k
warnings: a couple of swear words but I think that's it?
modern au where reader works in a flower shop, and there's a cute returning customer
(images taken from pinterest, but my mood board!)
The tinkle of the bell over the door makes you look up from the screen in front of you, pulling you away from the website editing you were doing to peer over the tops of flowers to see who had entered.
A young man stands just inside the doorway, his back to you as he peruses the buckets at the front, and you can only see the mass of curls on his head and his black jacket. “Hiya,” you say, and he turns quickly, letting you get a glance at his face.
“Hi,” he replies, soft and with a small smile, and then he’s facing the other way again. He’s cute, and about your age, you think. You go back to your work, frowning at the layout of the new design you’re creating, but part of your mind is caught on the customer.
It’s normally quiet in the flower shop, so you’re used to the only sounds being the playlist you put on every morning playing over the speakers and the soft shuffle of footsteps, but somehow you’re more distracted than ever. You keep sneaking glances at him, hoping (stupidly) that he’ll ask for help, or start talking to you about something, anything, and then it hits you that you’re being delusional about this. You think he’s looking at you as well, and your suspicions are confirmed when you glance back up and see him whip his head back to the flowers he’s idly toying with. He leaves a few minutes later without buying anything, and you say a small goodbye to him, heart fluttering when he gives you a wave. You’re almost ashamed at yourself for feeling sad that he’s gone, and spend the rest of your shift muttering under your breath about how you need to get out more.
The next few days are uneventful really, a mishap or two and your regular chat with the old man who comes in every week to buy flowers for his wife, but it’s Saturday afternoon when the young man returns. You’re sorting out one of the displays when the bell tinkles to let you know he’s arrived, and it shocks you so much that he actually returned you prick your finger on one of the roses. “Ssshit,” you hiss, feeling stupid for not putting your gloves on.
“You alright?” he asks, taking a few steps towards you. His hand is half raised, the other shoved in his jacket pocket, and his brow is slightly furrowed.
“Yeah, just pricked myself,” you reply, feeling yourself grow warm under the weight of his gaze and the fact you can see his face in full detail for the first time. “Hazard of the job.”
“Ah,” he says, frown easing into a soft expression. Now you can see him properly you realise he really is cute, and you try not to stutter as he keeps talking. “Well… if it’s not bleeding then that’s good.” It’s an incredibly obvious statement and one without much meaning, but hearing more of his voice makes the warmth in your cheeks spread down your neck. He seems embarrassed at what he’s said, dropping his hand and turning back to the shelves of flowers. You stare at his back for a moment before checking your finger (it’s not bleeding) and finishing the display. Stepping off the little stool you were on you hesitate a few seconds before walking up to the young man’s side.
“Hey, uh, sorry,” you start when you realise you’ve made him jump, “I was just wondering if you needed any help with anything?”
“Oh, um… I’m just looking, thanks.” He smiles at you, curls bouncing as his head moves between you and the flowers, and you smile back before heading for the counter to serve a customer you see waiting. He mills around for about half an hour before he comes up to where you stand. He’s not holding anything in his hands, which confuses you, but he’s so pretty you forget anything other than that fact the moment you meet his eyes.
“You okay? Need help looking?”
“Um… maybe? I, uh…” he pauses, taking a breath, then rushes out the rest of his words. “What d’you recommend for asking someone out?”
The question surprises you (and disappoints you, because it means he probably has someone in mind from his daily life), but you think about all the types of flowers perfect for his question anyway.
“I suppose it depends on how well you know them?”
“Not very.” Okay, that rules out a good chunk. Hmm. “Sorry, probably not much help, am I?”
“No, it’s okay! Um… well roses are a good generic one? Not red ones though; they symbolise passion more than ‘will you go out with me’, so they’re better for when you know someone better. Carnations are always a good shout - they’re my favourite - but you need the right colour for those. Pale red and dark pink are great, they’re admiration and fondness.” You pause in your explanation when you realise that you’ve been talking non-stop at him, but at the sight of his soft smile and slightly dopey gaze you feel your cheeks heat.
“What would you want to get?” It’s an odd question and you’re sure you stand staring blankly at him for a little too long, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Honestly I’d be happy with anything,” you laugh nervously. “I uh, I’ve never actually been given flowers before.”
He lets out a soft sound of surprise and stands a little taller. “But… you work in a flower shop?”
“Mhm. People always assume I don’t want them because I’m around them all day. That or I’ve just had shitty partners.”
“Well if you did get flowers, what would you want?”
“To get asked out?” He nods in response. “Well the carnations, for sure. Baby’s breath as well, I think that’s something like everlasting love but I mostly just think it’s pretty. And camellias too. There are so many more to be honest but I wouldn’t want it too crowded.”
“And they’re all good for asking someone out?” He hesitates after you say yes in response, then nods to himself. “Okay, um, those then please?” You pick them out for him, letting him point out the ones he wants and making small talk as you cut the stems to the right length. It doesn’t take too long for you to arrange the flowers (although you deliberately took a little more time than necessary so you can spend longer talking to him), and you enjoy the small smiles and bits of information you manage to get out of him. You feel bad asking him to pay but offer up the card machine anyway after punching in the amount, and thank him when he taps his card.
“That’s all gone through for you,” you smile as he tucks his card back in his wallet and you scoop up the bits of plant you’d cut off. You hear him say thank you in the background, your back to him so you can deposit the bits you have in your hands in the bin. When he reaches the door you straighten up and see the bouquet you’d made still on the counter. “Oh, wait, Valandil?” You try his name out hoping he’ll hear and stop, and he does with one hand on the door.
“Yeah?”
“You left your flowers.”
“Oh, they’re for you.” You don’t get a chance to ask him what he means because he’s turning and leaving, and you’re left to stand at the counter growing redder and redder. You’re glad there’s nobody else in the shop to see you turn into a blushing giggling mess, especially when you pick up the bouquet and notice one of the note cards you add to bouquets for free.
There’s messy handwriting on the blank side and you stare at the digits that have been written down for you, along with a ‘I’m free Friday evening if you are?’
You spend the rest of your shift deliberating whether to trust the number or not, but the moment you leave for home you’re typing one handed (the bouquet is in your other hand) and telling him that you finish at 4pm.
This boy is just ughjgskjgfdlkH HE IS everything. He is so hot, caring, protective, he works hard Númenor style and also did I mention hot?
He has a nice sense of humour and he knows the time and place to use it.
By the morning, a lil grumpy and super sleepy until he washes his face and eats something, but once his day begins he is really down to business and only rests when he is dismissed.
And in his free time, he loves to enjoy some time with you, obviously, and his best dudes Isil and baby Ontamo at the tavern, drinking rivers of ale and singing sailor songs.
After the night by the tavern, he takes you to his place or goes to your place and, well... just ravages you. When tipsy he gets very loose and dirty-talks a lot: he likes to tell you exactly what he will do to you, how he is gonna lick a wet trail from your ear to your hole and make you come and come until you cry and only then he will fuck you senseless. And oh Lord Ulmo, he lives by his words.
After some time he is already sober enough to do it all and you are reduced to a moaning, panting mess under his beautiful body, holding tight onto his pretty dark curls, legs wrapped around his waist while he drills at you, slapping sounds and your cries filling the room...
He is a little noisy when he comes, outside of you, over your belly, pulling out almost too late and making a mess on your hot sweaty skin...
Then, he would kiss you sloppily, you wouldn't resist to bite his full lips, soothing them after with your tongue... Sucking his bottom lip until he hisses and shoves his tongue inside your mouth again. In a little time you are straddling him, his cock buried deep inside of you, your hands holding onto his broad shoulders, eyes lidded in pleasure while he thrusts up, up, up faster and faster making you whine... until you come again. He follows you quickly, almost passing out after his drunken efforts, smiling with eyes closed while you get cleaned and walk back to bed. Then, he would roll to his side and spoon you until sunrise, in a scorching hot embrace.
author's note: these are mostly based on my other post about tropes I am convinced these men are written for
enjoy
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Elrond
my love, my beloved, meleth nîn, my lovely, my precious love, light of my life, my beauty, my flower, my stars and sky and many, many more
You couldn't possibly get this man to call you by name once you make your feelings clear to one another. He is a poet after all.
Gil-galad
my beloved, my dear, my darling, melethrinen/melethronen
I think that even after you are wed, Gil-galad would refrain from referring to you by your given titles, unless in public. Expressing himself in such a tender and vulnerable manner does not come easily for him, but he will genuinely try for you.
Celebrimbor
guren vell (my sweet heart), precious one, dear, my Lady/Lord
The Elven-smith has never spoken loving words before so it might take a while, but once he is assured you return his feelings, he too is surprised by how easily they roll off his tongue. He won't specify this, but when he calls you by title it is because he pictures you ruling Eregion by his side.
Arondir
guren gîn (my heart)
He is a man of few words and tends to express his affection through actions instead. Simple as it is, it overflows with emotion each time it's spoken.
Elendil
my Queen/King, my dear heart, darling, melda (beloved, dear)
For the most part, he will still refer to you by title, even in your most private moments where keen ears are nowhere to be found. It is a title of reverence by now, especially when he calls you his. You might hold his heart in your hand, but he too, is the keeper of yours.
Valandil
wife/husband
Valandil knew who he was from a very young age the two of you would be together forever since the moment you met. The rest was details. It matters little whether you are betrothed, or married or anything else; you are his and he is yours.
Isildur
love
It is not a common occurrence. It's far more common for him to whisper your name with honey practically dripping from his mouth when he is calling out for you. He does however love and need being called all sorts of sweet names and that is mostly the reason why he cannot come up with any of his own. His mind goes blank.
bonus:
Adar
enda óma (heart of my heart)
He is a man who is very protective of all he deems his and you are no different. Your size, your strength, your fighting capabilities matter not, he will always view you as a beautiful, fragile thing he's come to care for and will do anything to guard from harm.
warning(s): i am going to cry, i need to marry (at least!) one of them
author's note: these are once again based on this post
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Elrond
words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time, acts of service, gifts - everything
This Barbie man can and will do it all. If you ever asked him, he could not possibly pick what his favorite way of showing you affection is. He wants to write poems about your beauty, to touch your soft skin, to spend eons in your delightful company under the shining stars, to gather every lovely flower to adorn your hair and shower you in gold and gems that match your brilliance, all at the same time. He will probably manage to do it too.
Gil-galad
quality time, physical touch
Quality time spent in complete privacy is a rare gift given his position, so the High King treasures it above all, especially whilst in your company. Even in silence, he finds solace in your love and what greater proof is there of his, than his willingness to split himself in half if that is what it takes to serve both you and his kingdom? He is not a particularly touchy person, so you certainly will not find him glued to your side at all times, but once in private, he is a very passionate lover.
Celebrimbor
gifts, quality of time, gifts! so many gifts!
You will be showered with gifts of all kinds, especially in the beginning of your relationship. He does not know any other way to express himself so anything that comes to mind, he will send your way; rare fruits and teas, expensive fabrics, books, and, once he feels a bit more comfortable in showing off his skills, dozens of jewelry, weapons, trinkets. Anything that comes to mind when he thinks of you, he will happily craft with astounding care to detail and deliver it to you himself so he can see the glee on your face when you receive it. When you are properly together, you might convince him to lessen the frequency and spend the time with you instead; sipping warm tea and sitting together on the balcony. He is very agreeable to that.
Arondir
acts of service
You could ask Arondir to climb up in the skies of Arda and bring you back the moon and he will not hesitate. There is very little he would not do to ensure your happiness and those are things you would not ask of him either way. He is also very keen on anticipating your needs before you can express them. Always bringing you food and water, or packing you warm clothes. He must be thinking about you all the time, because every beautiful flower he happens upon is to be picked, every trinket that catches his eye purchased with you in mind, until your hands, and home, and heart are full.
Elendil
acts of service, physical touch, gifts
His first and foremost love language is serving you in any way imaginable. Whether it be with his sword, his ship, or his love. There is none more loyal and he proves it every day. Your wish is his command and your happiness his only concern. Once affection is established between you, he will not hesitate to be more physical with you as well; always touching you some place with his sea-worn hands in the few moments of privacy you have together. When you are kept apart, he will bring you gifts from the faraway lands he travels to and write you letters you cannot receive, but which you may read when he returns and know there was not a moment he was not thinking of you.
Valandil
words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time
He may be no poet, but it is easy enough to find the words when he is looking at you. He might share a few of his thoughts in person, but quickly becomes too embarrassed and chooses to write them down for you instead, so they might hold you company while he is sailing in the cruel seas. He writes of the sensual way the moon reflects off your skin when you make love on your favorite beach, the feeling of your hair in his fingers when it's drenched in saltwater and the way it tastes on his tongue. He simply cannot wait to do it again.
Isildur
physical touch
Please touch this boy, for that is what he becomes in your presence. A sweet boy with large brown eyes, begging to be touched at every opportunity and showered with the love you so willingly provide. When you are together, he always has to be touching you in some way, whether it be holding your hand, or laying his head in your lap, or even letting your knees graze each other when in the tavern with the others. Show him affection and he will return it thousandfold.
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bonus:
Adar
acts of service, gifts
The Uruk-father considers you his most glorious conquest, his most precious possession. He is not eager to lose you and will therefore do anything to ensure your safety and happiness by his side. You will want for nothing, for it will all be delivered to you before you might even come to need it. What is most enticing of all he has to offer, however, is the absolute devotion and adoration that only he can show you.
