guys I can't get over how the movies nerfed Gimli for a bit of comedic relief and somehow also nerfed Legolas by not letting him be the comedic relief
in the books, Gimli is an incredible, poetic, charming, heroic, axe wielding sexy man!!
and Legolas is a skilled but funny, cheeky, whimsical, singing prince of Mirkwood!!
this is really apparent in the battle of Helm's Deep
in the books, Eomer is already with them and has dramatically charged out into battle with Aragorn when he's overwhelmed by orcs. Gimli heroically launches himself into danger and beheads several, saving Eomer from death, then he wonders back up to his position on the wall and greets Legolas with the news of his kills. Legolas is the first to mention their competition and tease Gimli with his higher score
later, Gimli and Eomer are separated from Aragorn, the situation is clearly grave and he rejoins Legolas and informs him of where he last saw Gimli. Legolas frets but ultimately breaks the tension by saying he wished to see Gimli so he could boast of his even higher kill count
just ugahhsjh I can't explain my thought very well
absolute cowards, I say
just let Gimli be the smart, sexy, warrior and let Legolas be the sweet, dramatic, poet
Description: Reader is single mother and reluctant villain who ends up having a one night stand with Logan with disastrous consequences
Rating: 18+
So imagine, you're a young woman in the prime of her life; you have a charming boyfriend that you're absolutely in love with, you think the two of you are soul mates and naively believe he will marry you someday.
So when you find out that you're pregnant, you're a little nervous but also excited because you trust him and believe that he will be there for you
And when you tell him that you're pregnant, he smiles at you the same way he always does and says that he's happy, so you allow yourself to relax and be happy
Except three months later you come home from baby shopping to find all his items are gone from your shared apartment, he's blocked your number and nobody knows where he went
No note. No apology. No explanation. Nothing.
You give birth alone and you cry your heart out when you hold your daughter in your arms for the very first time. Whether it's from joy, anger or grief, you don't know. It's a mixture of them.
And for the first 2-3 years of your daughter's life you work hard to provide for her, you do everything you can to be a woman your child can be proud of. You work two sometimes three jobs to make sure she's taken care of.
Sure, sometimes you get offers for less savory jobs and you decline them, wanting to do everything clean and right. One guy even offers you a job as an agent of sort for his organization, some sort of pro-mutant thing.
It was a really good offer too. Lots of money. Clean cut looking man too, but something told you that there was a big catch so you very politely declined. The man just smiled in a way that chilled you and went about his way.
Then one day, your ex boyfriend comes back out of the blue and looking as sorry and remorseful as you used to imagine he would look back when you still believed he was coming back.
You tell yourself that you're not that naive young woman anymore, that you're stronger now—that you're strong enough to turn him away.
But somehow he manages to worm his way back into the softest part of your heart, you don't know if it's the fact that he seems so pathetic and remorseful. Or if it's because he claims he wants to be a father to his daughter or if it's because you've been lonely and you missed him. But you give him one more chance back into your life.
And immediately pay for it when he kidnaps your daughter and gives her to very same man who offered you that too-good-to-be-true job. The man pays your ex boyfriend, who leaves without a second glance, then turns his attention to you.
You can hardly think with this stranger holding your blissfully unaware daughter in his arms, you barely even register that he's offering the same job as before but it's not an offer anymore—it's a demand.
Your daughter safe and well provided for in exchange for you working under this man's payroll, whatever job he asks you to do. You agree without even thinking and cry in relief when the man— your new employer, calmly hands you your daughter back.
So a couple more years go by and you become what you thought you already had become all those years ago. A hardened woman, a fighter, a woman who tries to do best by her daughter.
The work is violent at times, always difficult, but you pull through for your child and soon you become a top agent. Known for your success rate and efficiency.
You've clashed with the X-Men more times than you can count and it always sets you on edge, these are the few people who can make you fail and it terrifies you, especially when you know that you're fighting good people.
But something about Wolverine seemed to throw you off more than the others, you don't know if it's because of his attitude, the physical proximity in which you two end up fighting or what but he gets under your skin more than any other man you've ever met.
He's rough, gruff and doesn't care what your powers are(if you have any), he's gonna kick your ass all the same. The two of you can and have gone round after round, trying to get some sort of leverage over each other. One time, you embarrassingly were found practically grappling together on the ground, fighting over some USB drive that your employer demanded.
One time, in a fight with him you had managed to roll yourself on top of him and tried to punch him but instead of trying to catch your wrist or block you—this bastard had the nerve to look excited and even blew you a little kiss.
So you gave him a black eye and a fat lip for his trouble but not before he BIT YOU.
"Just wanted to give you a little somethin' to remember me by, darlin'."
"I can't believe you just bit me—you better not have anything contagious-"
"I might."
Wolverine seems to enjoy teasing you but that teasing can just as quickly turn into genuine frustration and anger so it's not a friendly relationship by any means. You two still give it your all when fighting.
You started getting the faintest inkling of feelings for him when during one fight with him, he had gotten the upper hand and pinned you to a wall. You were both breathless and panting, exhausted really but you still struggled to get free.
"I don't get it, why are you doing this? You could do so much damn good if you just fought on the right side!"
He was practically growling in frustration, his hand still tight around your throat but not enough to cut off your airflow. He was tense, staring at you in a way that demanded an answer. An answer you refused to give, you couldn't afford to let anybody know your weakness, not after what happened with your ex.
So you grit your teeth, shove him off of you, and by the time he manages to pick himself up...you're gone.
The fights between you two are little bit different after that, Logan probing for more and more about you and your motivations. It gets harder and harder to keep your secrets close, especially when he looks at you so earnestly.
"You don't get it. I don't have a choice, now out of my way—"
"What kind of answer is that?"
He's not even your type, you swear. But somehow he's making himself your type??? Fine, he's attractive but he still gets under your skin.
Despite the faintest bit of attraction and pity(you refuse to admit it's anything else) you feel towards Logan, you're not stupid. You are well aware that the man is head over heels in love with Jean Grey.
It showed in the way he fought alongside her, their banter, the way he looked at her... you could just tell. That and you do your fucking homework, having spied on them and scrounged up every bit of information you can on all the X-Men(You needed every bit of leverage you could get on them, you refused to fail, refused to put your child in danger).There were times when you thought she felt the same way about him too, despite being in a relationship with Cyclops.
They had a weird love triangle going on that you refused to insert yourself into. You weren't going to put yourself into the position of begging for a man to choose you. You would never beg for a man to stay.
That's what you tell yourself when you find yourself teaming up with the X-Men towards a common goal, your mission for once aligning with theirs.
You're so used to fighting against Logan that it's actually scary how well you fight alongside him, the two of you anticipating each other's moves then aiming to assist. It's almost a delicious high, being so in sync with him.
During one moment, the ground beneath you gave away and you found yourself clinging to the ledge by one hand. He could have left you there, he probably should've left you there but instead... he threw off his opponent, shouted your name like he was fucking scared for you and caught you just before you lost your grip.
He hauled you back up so quickly that you ended up tumbling into his arms, pressed up against his chest and hearing the frantic pace of his heartbeat. You're both panting, trembling slightly from the near death experience, your eyes meet his and in that moment you can't help yourself.
You kiss him. Hard. His eyes widen, a grunt of surprise leaving him as his hand hovers over the curve of your waist but before he can even kiss you back—you push yourself off of him and walk back into the fray without looking back.
After the fight is over, the mission done, you watch at a distance as the X-Men celebrate briefly at their victory. Checking each other over, going over their findings and beginning their journey back home. You feel a deep pang of loneliness as you watch them, your gaze catching on Logan.
His back is turned to you but you can tell he's watching Jean and Scott as they huddle together, Jean gently rubbing a mark on Scott’s cheek while murmuring something to him. It's a horribly sweet, loving and romantic picture, but you can tell by the way Logan's shoulders slump and the way he stomps away that it's hurting him.
You feel anger bloom with your loneliness, most likely jealousy towards Jean but you stamp it down. Turning on your heel, you leave before they can even remember you were ever there.
You miss the way Logan stops and looks back, his eyes searching for you before he realizes that you left. You were smart like that, he liked that about you. But...
He needed a damn drink.
A couple nights later, that ugly feeling in your chest was still there and still angry. You found yourself at a bar, nursing a drink and wishing you were far more drunk than you currently were when a familiar sight sobered you up.
Logan, cheeks flushed with alcohol but eyes as sharp and intense as ever, clutching a beer bottle tight while staring at you from across the bar. How long he had been there without you noticing you don't know, you were usually more alert than this—
Tbh Logan was wondering the same thing—but the reality was you both had been there for awhile, just too wrapped up in your own misery and loneliness to notice.
You don't remember what was said, you don't remember getting up and going to him, you don't remember how it started.
But you do remember stumbling back into a bathroom with him, the rough stubble on his jaw scratching you as your lips met a kiss that was more violent than anything. The force of it was bruising but you didn't care, tangling your fingers in his dark locks and making a small sound of pleasure that he swallowed like he was starved for it.
A large calloused hand broke away from your body to fumble with the door lock before giving up out of impatience, digging into the meat of your ass hard and forcing your hips to meet his. You felt the hard ridge of his arousal press into you and that alone was enough to make your breath hitch and thighs tremble with want.
He hauls you up onto the counter with an ease that makes your head spin, lips trailing down your neck in hot open kisses that leave his canines catching on the flesh. Your fingers dig into his shirt as you yank him back up, eager to taste his lips on yours again.
His body is a solid wall of heat against you, hands roaming your body in frantic need as if he can't decide where he wants to hold you. Your back arches as his fingers catch the waist of jeans, peeling them off in a way that if you were sober you would be worried he would rip them.
Your own hands fumbled with his belt, both of you desperate not to break the kiss that started all this. It's obscene really, the way his cock looks and feels in your hand, your mouth waters at the sight. It's thick, heavy, long enough to rub against all the best places. The blunt head of it leaking a pretty pearl of pre-cum that stands out against the rest of it.
You're so wrapped up in the sight of his dick that you're taken by surprise when your panties are pushed to the side and thick fingers slip into your slick heat. It's all you can do not to cry out in pleasure, burying your face in his shoulder as he fingers you open.
But you're a fighter and you give as good as you get, a delicious groan vibrating in your ear as your fingers wrap around his cock, pumping him in rhythm with his fingers. You both could probably finish from this alone.
But nothing could've prepared you for how good it would feel when he finally pressed the tip of his cock into you, your breath catching and a stuttering moan escaping your lips with every inch he sank in.
He's breathing hard, his fingers digging into your hips as he practically vibrates with the effort not to start slamming in. But you wanted him too, you wanted him to lose control and show you his desire.
So you wrapped your legs around him tightly, dug your nails into his back and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark.
"Fucking move already—"
"God, Y/N—"
It was dizzying how good it was, his body pressed against yours, hips snapping in a brutal rhythm that had your pussy clenching tight around him. Every groan that came out of him had you practically shuddering, you don't know how anyone else could ever compare ever again.
If the wild look in his eyes was anything to go by, you'd guess he was feeling the same. One of his hands setting a burning path up under your shirt, bullying it's way past your bra to grope and squeeze your breast.
If anyone walked in right now, you both would be fucked, there'd be no denying what was happening. You couldn't remember if he had locked the door or not, nor did you care. It felt good, better than good, like you two could fuck forever and never want to stop.
But you felt your peak approaching faster than you'd ever admit, your moans turning into whimpers as your dug your nails into his back, his neck, his arms—anywhere you could grab him and pull him closer.
His rhythm was stuttering, hips snapping forward hard but dragging out slower and slower each time as if reluctant to leave the pleasure of your cunt. His lips met yours again in a kiss that was anything but gentle, swallowing your cry of pleasure as you came around him.
Your legs tightened around him as you began to feel him fall apart, gasping out when he slammed in one last time with a growl that made you want to fuck him all over again. Hot spurts of cum flooding your plush walls in a way that had your head rolling back from the pleasure.
In a perfect world, you would have taken him home with you and had an honest conversation about what just happened. Instead, you both sat there panting breathlessly for a moment before pulling apart, fixing your clothes and parting ways.
You avoided missions that involved the X-Men after that and Logan did his best to pretend the night never happened. Feeling guilty and stupid. You both felt stupid
You threw yourself into work and raising your daughter, doing your best to forget that never ever happened. You kept yourself so busy that you nearly missed the signs that something was wrong, assuming you were getting sick.
You were tired all the time, your breasts were sore more often than not and some mornings you woke up with horrible nausea. When the symptoms persisted for over a month... you had the worst feeling in your stomach.
You reluctantly bought a pregnancy test, telling yourself that it was stupid to even think it was a possibility. Surely you two had used to protection that night... you couldn't remember exactly.
Your fingers shook as you went through your sixth pregnancy test, a dread you haven't felt in years welling up inside you as you stared at the two pink lines.
You were definitely pregnant. With Wolverine's baby.
