#lindir my sweet boy

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Summer Rain and a Sad Lindir?

WAIT A SAD LINDIR WTF IS GOING ON

Summery: reader finds Lindir on one of the benches in garden in the rain and he's sad? so the reader cheers him up.

pairing: Lindir x Reader

A/n: oop this was suppose to be GN reader but I guess it turned into male reader (he/they pronouns)

taglist (forgot I had one of these for a while): @eunoiaastralwings

@elablackcat (it's kinda a wing fic and has Lindir in it thought you may like it besides take it while your waiting for all my wip wingfics)

Summer rain was always something people looked forward to as much as they disliked the rain and the fact the twins tracked mud into the house which annoyed Erestor and Lindir very much.

You yawned as your hands where shoved in your pockets as you walked though the house you sighed and hmmed in discontent when you noticed someone familiar in the garden and sitting on the bench, yes you were new to Imladris and yes you only stay their as Elrohir saved your life well not life your wings from orcs, but you quickly familiarized yourself with those who lived inside the last homely house.

You walked out of the house and towards Lindir, you paused not wanting to frighten the poor elf but you realized he was crying, why would he be crying who had hurt him, you would punch them in there face for hurting Lindir, you had become very close to Lindir he was a gentle and helpful soul who you had grown to care about dearly.

You cast your wing over his head acting as an umbrella as you stood besides him looking away "You'll catch a cold out here" you huffed as much as you cared about Lindir you never actually showed it or showed him it.

"Elves can't catch colds" Lindir said which was true

"If your clothes get all soaked you will get cold" you said still not looking at him.

"What about you" Lindir questioned

"I am an Eagle of Manwë it does not matter" you huffed Lindir hummed he noticed you were holding out a cloth Infront of him he took it from your hand slowly.

"What happened to make you cry" You asked still not making eye contact with him.

"Nyeldo started teasing me about my freckles again and how I'm Imperfect and how I can't be an Elf and I'm just masquerading as one" Lindir said Nyeldo had been his rival for as long as you could remember they were both grate Minstrels and Nyeldo held a grudge against Lindir as Lord Elrond had picked him to server at his right hand and not him.

"Are you sure he's not the one masquerading as an Elf he sounds like a snake" you said crossing your arms Nyeldo was also jealous that you took a liking towards Lindir you did have a rather high reputation from the first and second ages and then deciding to stay and take an elvish form no other eagle had done that they all left children in middle earth and returned to Manwë.

"He's perfect in every way, he's amazing with a bow and a sword and with his words, he's better than me in everyway" Lindir said

"You have something he doesn't" you said crouching down and facing Lindir still with your wing over him as an umbrella, Lindir looked at you and you poked him right in the chest although it was slightly to the left.

"You have a heart, You are the kindest person I have ever known and I know Rog and Glorfindel, you may not be as perfect in appearance and skill as other elves but you know were all that went, it went into your heart Lindir and your skill in music but still you can see things good things in others which others can't admit you can be slow on the take but it's still their" you said to him before standing back up and looking away from him Lindir hmmed.

You had become quite tempted with finally confessing to the Elf who was under your wing both literally and metaphorically although the pairing was quite strange, an elf who doesn't know how to wield a sword and prefers a diplomatic way to get peace and is 'imperfect' and an a great mystical creature who could probably fight a whole army of 300 men (or orcs or even elves) by himself and would probably run blindly into a fight, just to get someone he loves back even if he never had a plan.

Yep that was you and Lindir in a nutshell, quite an odd couple by hey Erestor was living for it (from the shadows of course) and Glorfindel would never let him live it down if he enjoyed the romcom of you and Lindir being completely oblivious of each other reciprocation of your feelings.

“How are you always there at the right time and know just what to say, it’s like your following me” Lindir said

“Trust me I’m really not, it’s just a coincidence” you said it wasn’t a coincidence you checked in on Lindir admittedly from a distance every time you had a free moment this time was no different.

You sighed as you watched the rain drops fall into the pond and the moon's reflection 

“Thank you” Lindir said you hmmed raising an eyebrow not taking your eyes off the pond

“For looking after me, i fear I am a burden for both you and Elrond, you both do so much for me and I can’t repay you” Lindir said, you knew Elrond thought of Lindir as a son he had told you himself and warned you if you hurt him he would release his years of pent up anger on you which you understood that Lord must of had lots and you weren’t exactly secretive but Lindir wasn’t exactly clear to see if someone had loving feelings towards him he assumed everyone hated him because he was ‘Imperfect’

“You don’t need to thank us or repay us, you know you're not the only elf to have freckles, Maedhros had them as well but not many people know that, you should stop wearing your winter clothes in summer you will heat up and pass out, Maedhros never cared what people thought of his freckles besides I think there kinda cute, and they suit you much better than no freckles” you said looking away from Lindir you swore you saw his ears turned a dark shade of red.

“Elrond thinks of you as a son, he would never want you to repay him for his kindness he would simply refuse if you tried to, and your never a burden Lindir, and I don’t look after you that often name one time I have” you said

“That time while I was by the border scouting were new watch towers should be and those orcs attacked me” Lindir said

“I was doing my job, I was on patrol for Gildor. I am a guardian of Imladris. Those orcs got into our borders, it is my job to eliminate them, it was just a coincidence I found them while they ambushed you” You said.

“What about that time when you helped me take books from the library to Lord Elrond” Lindir said to you.

“I had to bring him maps, helping you was a side effect of it” you said 

“What about that Time I fell asleep in your wings and you didn’t move and you said you did it because you thought i needed rest” Lindir said

“You did need rest and if my wings made you fall asleep then so be it, you needed it you spent 2 weeks up with zero sleep and zero rest to organize the perfect dinner for Aran Thranduil just before you had Dwarves who bathed in the sacred fountain and were stressing you out” You replied to Lindir you huffed and crossed your arms.

“What about all those times I found myself back in my own bed in the comfort of my room when i fell asleep in the most random spaces” Lindir asked

“That’s an exception” you said to Lindir you had not notice the small smile come onto his face, nor did you notice him get up until he wrapped his arms around one of yours.

“Your going to catch a cold standing in the rain why don’t we go inside” Lindir said you couldn’t argue with him you would catch a cold if you stood in the cold any longer given how long your patrol was the previous day and it was freezing out that you could see your own breath, Lindir got you to your room and you both hung your clothes up to dry and you got him clothes to borrow yes they may be oversized on him and have wing slits in them which he didn’t need to you wrapped him in a cocoon of blankets to keep him warm and you may of wrapped your now dry thanks to Lindir wings around him and hugged him to keep him extra warm.

“You know just Like how Elves have that whole intimate deal about hair, the eagles have that for their wings” you said as you did not mention it to Lindir before the poor Ellon turned red in embarrassment given how many times he had touched your wings.

“I did not know I deeply apologize, if i of know” you cut him off

“If you known than you wouldn’t of done it, what if i liked it though, I never brought it up before now as I liked it but I brought It up now because you have the right to know” You said with a hmm your wings were soft they were like clouds to sleep on and Lindir loved it, but if it was so intimate to you he would be embarrassed.

“You know I think I know why I go out of my way so much to help you or comfort you, because I could of just left you crying on that bench like everyone else did, and I think it is because I am completely and utterly head over heels in love with you Lindir” You told the elf if Lindir could of gotten any more red he would have.

“I’m sorry but did I hear you right Your In love with me, who would love me, I am imperfect I have so many flaws” Lindir said

“No Lindir, you are perfect, I love every part of you from the top of your head to your toes to every freckled constellation you have on your body and I definitely love how I can be the knight in shining armor to rush to your aid and save you” You said Lindir looked up at you from were he sat in front of you to see your mischievous grin but he sighed to tired to fight it or hid it any longer so he leaned his head back on your shoulder

“Gi Melin ana Meleth nin” Lindir said

“Wait you love me to, I didn’t think you would like me back”  You questioned the Ellon in front of you as you furrowed your brows Lindir only hmmed in response to you, which you took as agreement.

“I never thought You would reciprocate my feelings, your always so grand and you like an Elf like me” Lindir said

“I enjoy the Little things in life and the great grand emotions and shows is just an act” you reply to Lindir while kissing his neck making him laugh

“Why does that tickle” Lindir said

“I don’t know why does it tickle Meleth-nin” you replied placing a kiss on his forehead as he had turned to face you and wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, your chin rested on his chest as you looked up at him and grinned as he smiled back down at you.

“You deserve all of Arda Lindir” you said, pecking him on his lips. The blankets had fallen when he move so he was wrapped in your wings.

“Your wings are really soft” Lindir said blushing and changing the subject quickly you laughed.

“You know depending how you touch them they can be rather sensati-” you got cut off mid sentence as Lindir stroked your feathers haphazardly 

“Sensitive” you said burying your head in his chest 

“I have always wondered can you still feel your feathers after they detached from your wings, I mean you can control them with your brain which must mean you have a lot of control over them and concentration” Lindir said

“Yes i can” you said as your arms held Lindir closer to you he continued to pet your hair as he asked questions about your wings he had always been curious before and now you were technically courting he could ask these questions now as you always seemed to avoid them in the past and now you were answering them for him.

“Your feathers are still quite wet” Lindir said

“They will dry quickly, unless it’s making you uncomfortable” you said

“No it’s fine i was just seeing if you knew” Lindir said you sighed in contentment at the moment you and Lindir were having you wished it could last forever but you knew it couldn’t, but you could enjoy it for as long as possible, you could listen to Lindir’s heart beat while he started singing under his breath while stroking your hair and your wings indefinitely, it was small moments like these that reminded you why you stayed in Middle Earth after most of your Kin flew back to Manwë and Valinor and why you decided to become a skin changer and have an Elvish form.

Without that you wouldn’t be able to have Lindir nor would the elf of known you, some days you really hated that you stayed and wished you flew back to Valinor but memories like this and Lindir, Glorfindel and Elrond also made you glad you stayed when everyone you loved and cared about and know as Kin and family and you held as brothers flew back to Valinor, you were alone but these moments made up for it.

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin - I love you

Ana - to

Meleth Nin - My Love

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

[sanisse]

For Kinktober- Lindir + mommy kink? 👀

This one got long but I was in my feelings about it. Thank you for this lovely prompt choice!! Lindir is just…Hngg. So soft. So sweet. He’s perfect for this one. If there are typos I’m so sorry I wrote this at 2AM in the throes of a bout of insomnia.

KINTOBER 06. - MOMMY KINK - LINDIR X READER

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶(fluffy but also a bit filthy tbh)

Warnings/Notes: MD/lb dynamics (not heavy but it is present), overstimulation, very very very very mild consent play (with a safeword check-in). It’s absolutely nothing heavy. Lindir just asks the reader to push him past his limits because it helps him personally to reach subspace. Lots of aftercare! this is much more of a soft dominance hurt/comfort bent than anything else. As much as I do enjoy wrecking Lindir, this concept had me no thoughts head empty.

Translations: naneth - mom/mommy, tithen pen - little one, gwinig - baby boy, tithen melda - little love, mîr - jewel/treasure

Lindir lies curled against you, face tucked beneath your chin as you stroke his back, his hair, his ear. He’s exhausted today. Elrond does his best not to overwork him, but Lindir often pushes himself too hard against Elrond’s best efforts to make sure he doesn’t.

You took one look at him the second he entered the chambers you two share and ordered him straight to bed. Lindir had protested. You wouldn’t hear it. You had coaxed him there, promising to hold him. The second you had pulled up into your arms, he had started to cry.

He apologizes for it when he finds his voice again. You shush him and tell him that you don’t mind. That he can cry if he needs to. You know it’s his body’s natural response to the sheer anxiety that’s always lurking in his mind. He has so much trouble shutting his brain off. The tears are catharsis. Release.

When he finally seems to have cried his fill, you dry his face and get him a glass of water, then hold him again. Lindir obediently drinks what you give him, shucks himself out of his clothes to get more comfortable, then curls back around you. He feels so delicate. And still, he still holds tension in his spine. Like an overwound clock, his heart ticks frantically against yours.

“You need to rest,” you remind him, tone half-scolding.

“I know,” Lindir says miserably.

You card through his hair. Still, he is so tense. You ask: “Can you relax your shoulders for me, tithen pen? Take a deep breath? Really slowly?”

He presses a bit closer at the endearment, blushing but pleased. He likes to have tasks handed to him. It gives him something tangible to think about. He sucks in air, then lets it out in a hiss. It’s not ideal, but it’s something. You feel his body loosen a little in your arms.

“Good boy,” you murmur, and kiss his forehead.

Lindir lets out a tiny whine and melts. You feel his cock stir against your stomach. You can’t help a soft sound of surprise. You don’t mean to rile him up. You just know how much he likes to hear that.

“Please,” he whispers. “Could we— could you—? I just need things to be simple for a time? I—I cannot—“

You croon another comforting noise and hold him a little tighter. Sweetening your voice, you ask him: “Do you want naneth to take care of you? To make you feel good?”

Lindir mewls and nods, flushing to the tips of his ears, suddenly so hard.

You kiss his forehead again, then guide him to sit upright with you and draw him into your lap. Lindir rests his head against your breast and closes his eyes, just listening to your heartbeat.

He is so pretty and perfect it hurts. Like he’s made out of porcelain, cheeks painted rosy pink, mouth plush and soft and slightly parted. He gasps and jerks when reach down and pet his cock with the crook of your finger.

“Please, naneth—“ he begs.

You lift his head by his chin to kiss him on the mouth. “I’ve got you. Relax for me, gwinig. Can you be good for me?”

Lindir nods frantically and remembers to take another deep breath.

He shivers as you close your hand around his cock and stroke him. Your pace is slow, has him bucking up into your hand, dissolving into noise, incoherant and gilded with sweat.

“Does it feel good, tithen melda?”

Lindir nods again. “C-can I—?”

“Yes,” you tell him.

He splits apart only half a minute later with a gorgeous high-pitched yelp, shaking. You gasp in delight and keep stroking him right through it. Speeding until he’s sobbing again, but this time from pleasure.

“Can you do another for me?” you ask him.

You want to wear him out. You want to wring him dry.

Lindir weakly moans and nods.

This time, you’re faster, harsher. You know Lindir likes a bit of pain mingled with his pleasure. Lindir just says thank you, thank you, thank you and cants up into your hand, then comes again with a ruined moan that you swallow with a kiss.

“Good boy. You are doing so well for me,” you tell him. So proud of you, gwinig.”

He moans again. His cock gives a halfhearted little twitch, leaking all over your hand. You draw up to tease the head, now raw and red and oversensitive, and Lindir squirms in your lap, whimpering, but makes no protest.

“I want you to take another,” you whisper in his ear. “Your body’s all overworked and we need to wear you out so you can sleep, alright?”

Lindir wails into your shoulder, trembling.

“I—I can’t, naneth,” he pleads.

You still your hand, frowning, and drop your tone to something softer. “Can you tell me a color, gwinig? Please?”

Sometimes he likes to be pushed past his protestations. It helps him to get out of his own head. Still, you want to make absolutely sure that’s what he wants you to do.

“Green,” Lindir breathes back.

“You’re positive?”

He nods and reaches up to loop his arms around your neck, crowding even closer to you, like he wants to slip inside and live there. Like you’re his whole world. You let out a relieved breath and start to toy with the tip of his cock again.

“You can,” you tell him, “You can do it. I am going to count down from twenty and you’re going to come for me again. Do you think you can do that for me, gwinig?”

The sound Lindir lets out is absolutely filthy. He rolls his hips and begs: “Please—“

“Use your words, mîr.”

“Don’t stop,” he pants.

You cradle the back of his head and keep him pressed to your chest as you stroke him, letting him reach up and palm your breast as he whimpers, pure liquid in your arms, twitching like he wants to both get away and thrust up into your fist.

You count. You count. You count.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…

Lindir’s grabs onto your other arm, clawing at it for purchase, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to do anything else.

Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…

You draw up to make a fist around the head and milk him. Lindir jerks. His hand curls around your wrist so hard he draws blood. You don’t mind.

Twelve, eleven, ten, nine…

“Please,” he whimpers, “Please, naneth— I can’t—“

You pause. Reassure: “You can. You can do it. You can be so good. You’re doing so well, gwinig. So close. Just a bit longer. Can you do that for me?”

He keens at the praise and melts again. When he nods, you say good boy, and I have you and keep pushing him higher and higher all the way to:

Five, four, three, two…

ONE.

“Come,” you command.

He lets out a long, tortured sound, shudders, hammers up into your hand to drive himself the rest of the way, to obey — because that’s all he ever wants. He loves it. Loves how nothing matters in this moment except for the buzz in his skull. The consuming lightning that strikes his cock when he falls apart, shattering with a wrecked, high-pitched, hoarse scream. He comes dry. There’s nothing left to give, and you know you finally have him where he wants to be: in that fuzzy, warm, content, simple place where his mind will finally give him some peace.

“There you are,” you soothe, “Good boy, Lindir. Well done.”

You draw him back up into your arms. He clings to you as you rub his back through the aftershocks, massaging his shoulders and neck.

When he finally finds the energy, he mumbles: “Can we have scones? Will you read to me?“

You smile and kiss his head. “You can have whatever you want, sweet boy.”

Half an hour and a hot bath later, Lindir sits cocooned in the duvet, sleepily munching on scones while you read him his favorite book.

[sotwk]

Introduce your writing

Fandoms I write for: Exclusively Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (book and PJ movies). I'm afraid I've realized The Silmarillion is just too far above my writing level, and Rings of Power conflicts too frequently with my headcanons.

Characters I write for: I'm generally open to most LOTR/Hobbit canons, but I have greater interest and strength for the following:

Elves: Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Haldir, Lindir

Dwarves: Thorin, Fili

Men: Boromir, Eomer

Hobbits? I prefer using them more as Supporting Characters, since they are so amazing in the sidekick role.

Pairings I write for: LOTR/Hobbit Male Canon + Female OC or Reader; Elrond x Celebrian (my one favorite canon pair)

Ratings I write: Ranges from General Audience to Teen; may go up to borderline Mature, but I do not write Explicit/Smut. (And trust me, you wouldn't want me to, unless slapstick sex is your thing. I'm just too awkward at describing it, and sex should be beautiful!)

Favourite genre: Brotherhood Action and Fluff is my absolute favorite. I also love Adventures and Drama involving Family and Friends. For Romance: Angsty, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining.

Favourite trope: So many; I adore romance tropes when they're well-written! The ones I probably overuse are Mutual Pining, Oblivious Object of Affection, Jealous Third Party, Injury/Healing, and Drama in the Rain.

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I write AUs: Define AU? I don't do Modern AU or Crossovers.

I write reader-inserts: Yes, but male canon with female reader only, please. I can't seem to make the romance sound genuine otherwise.

Characters I don't write: I can throw in any character as a side/supporting character. But for main characters, I can't write First Age Silm, Valar, or Villains. I try to keep an open mind with everyone else, but I have far better luck with the "favorites" I mentioned above.

Pairings I don't write: I just don't enjoy jumbling up established canon pairings, so please don't ask me to pair up Legolas with Arwen, for example.

Things that squick me: Hardcore NSFW/PWP, intense torture, heavy-handed angst, sexual violence, violence against/death of children. There's a line that I refuse to cross when reading or writing, and I just know it when I see it.

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The thing I like writing least: Walking/traveling scenes. Transitional dialogue. First meetings. Basically story "fat" that actually needs to be trimmed off.

Something about me that shows in my writing: I'm very family-oriented. I'm a mom of boys, thus my preference for brothers and brotherhood themes. I have a sweet husband, so I write gentle leading men.

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[awkwardkindatries]

He looked so pretty like this, all wanton and panting for you. Spread out on his bed, Lindir layed as still as possible, free of restraint, trusting him to obey your command to not move. Walking over, you sat down by his side, still admiring Lindir's naked form. Brushing his hair back, you spoke softly "Perfect boy, doing so well for me." He whined, hands flexing against the bedsheets. Chuckling, you kissed his shoulder. "What, my sweet, sweet bird?" Laying your hand on his abdomen, making circle up and down his front, "are you in need of something? Have I denied you of your greatest desire?"

"Please." High and reedy, he tilted his head back, trying so desperately to keep himself from pulling you closer and squirming under you.

Grabbing his jaw, you pull his head back down "You moved, my dear." Locking eyes with him, trailing your busy hand lower to where he ached for you the most. "I'm not sure if you really deserve it."

"Please!" Gasping as your hand enveloped him, "I'm sorry for moving. Just, please, please let me touch you." Lindir's eyes were teary, locked with yours as his begged. "Please. Please, please?"

Humming, you kissed his nose. Pulling back, you smiled at him "No."

Erest-whore

Can we make him suffer more???

[shirefantasies]

Omg that was so cute tysm😭 I adore the elves so much and I love little sweet fluff with them💜 and you included Lindir being a musician!!! That makes me so happy!!!

Yay I’m glad you liked it!!! 🥰🥰🥰 today was super tiring & I didn’t feel good so this ask literally made my day 🥹 yas queen/king/monarch Musician!Lindir is the only Lindir my favorite Lindir! I’ve gotten so much more attached to him as a really good friend of mine whomst I love in pretty much all ways is a big fan of Bret McKenzie 😌

Cheers love & hopefully lots more of our boi in the future 😉

[magpiecaranthir]

There is a question eating at my mind: how would Tinwë react to Maglor’s version of Old Maggie Took? I’d die for a crossover of the two…

And because my sleep deprived brain likes to come up with weird questions at night, how would she feels toward to my cabbage patch elflings? I already have a few headcanons but I am interested in what you think.

OH OH OH Its gonna be a really long one so under the cut (you gave me an idea and I might as well write a whole fucking fic now bc I couldnt stop lol) ^^

Ok so first how Tinwe would react to Old Maggie?

Ok so in OWWSAF we put it in a tiny paragraph that Maglor died, right? So by all means tinwe doesnt think she'll see her big brother again. But then if we screw the timeline a bit to make it so that she's in Imladris when he and Liló go there for the first time, Lindir recognizes Maglor.

And how would Tinwe react to your Cabbage Patch elflings??

Of course he does. He sometimes watches tinwe paint when she's in the valley and he watched her more than once sketch that face. Even if lindir wouldnt be the one to recognise Maglor, Erestor would. Or anyone else left of the formerly feanorian host. And BOI they would not know what to do.

On one hand, they now have the thrice kinslayer who suddenly popped up from... the shire??? With a toddler????

On the other they have a (known to react very harshly) wife of the captain of the guard who does not speak of her family to others unless it's to remind them that they were the ones holding the North, not the Sindar of Doriath.

By the time the people who realize that problem decide to keep their mouths shut and pray ecthelion has the sense to keep tinwe away from everyone else until Maglor disappears again, Tinwe gets found by Liló.

Of course she does.

And Liló is just a baby but shes a smart baby who remembers the bedtime story Maglor told her about his siblings and she remembers he had a little sister with white hair and lilo obviously is convinced tinwe is that sister (even if she werent, lilo equals white haired elf to Maglor's sister).

So LILO drags tinwe to 'her ada'.

Tinwe sees Maglor.

Tinwe calmly asks for lilo to go play somewhere else. Everybody knows what's coming. Ecthelion manages to get the concealed daggers off tinwe before she charges at that mf and throws him on the ground in a chokehold.

Screaming. Blaming. Absolute guilt tripping and gaslighting on her part (she's going to feel bad about it later bc that's her big brother she has her big brother back maglors there he can cuddle her shes not the last- but first she's getting her anger out. He left her alone. And got a fucking perfect life with a BABY!

She's not going to stop being hostile towards him, but she's doing it lowkey like just occasionally mentioning she got tortured for Celebrimbor while Maglor was doing fuck-all and that's why her hands tremble every so often, or how she has been keeping the dunlendings safe while Maglor was having tea partys (her coming clean about Caranthir and haley's marriage is a WHOLE other conversation they're having at some point) but she's only doing that when lilo isnt around.

She's sweet with lilo. She's a baby. She's cute. Tinwe is a sucker for babies just like she was with Lindir. Teaches lilo how to paint. Encourages lilo to paint on everything in Maglor's smial.

It takes a few years of tinwe coming to terms with Maglor being alive, but the hostility ceases bc that's her only family left that's her big brother he knows her and loves her even in her anger and Big emotions and she doesnt want to lose him again

When she's over it, she goes to the Shire with ecthelion. He says it's to make sure she doesnt get harmed on the way there, but they both know it's because he wants to see that shit for himself.

Oh god she would just flop over like Maglor did. Like what the fuck?? Faint of disbelief. Why the fuck do babies grow like that???

And the second shes digested that change of her reality, ecthelion's just casually like "so... remember how we have a very nice garden?"

And yeah tinwe is hesitant because Doom and shit, but pls she always wanted to be a mum. She always wanted babies and she wanted them with ecthelion.

So yeah. They plant a baby. So what.

While their bby grows she is absolutely doting on the double twins from Elladan and elrohir. Just stealing one or two away for a day or two or five bc they are babies they are so cute 🥺

She's also the first ti see the signs of their neurodicergence bc she's nd herself and remembers well the struggle it was growing up and e.g. not understanding why you wanted to rip the pretty dress auntie Allen gifted you off your back while you're crying so hard you cant speak (hint: the fabric was capital b Bad). So she just starts getting accommodations and dropping hints about how others can deal with these things when she notices them

Their own bby gets born (hatches? Gets harvested?) And of fucking course its twins. Twins with white hair, too, bc tinwes genes bullied Ecthelion's into submission lol.

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Can I make a request? How is Lindir and legolas with a human s/o who has a horrible first couple of days during her period. 😅 In addition to cramps (extending to back and leg pain) I get heat flashes, tension headaches, nauseous, I typically don’t eat the first day.

Ooooo I'm currently on my period so this is an easy one for me! Okay, let's see...

How They Would React to: Human S/O with Awful Periods

Lindir

Lindir isn't clueless in this area. He has a sister, and so to your surprise he knew just what to do (even though Elves are a little different to humans).

He did panic a little at first because you were clearly in pain and cocooning yourself off from the world. He thought it was a mortal ailment and that you might even be dying, but as soon as you explained what it was he turned very pink, looked relieved, and immediately began to fuss.

Most doting boyfriend in the world. 10/10 will bring you anything you ask for. Hot water bottle. Warm blankets. Herbal teas. Sweets. Chocolate. 

Actually knows quite a lot of Elvish medicine and is able to provide you with some common cures for both cramps and nausea.

He does get very fussy and concerned when you won’t eat (you’re human!! you’re fragile!!! you need sustenance!!), but once you explain this is normal for you he’ll only fuss a little bit, trying to bring you things that are easy to digest and not really forcing them.

He gives the best scalp massages. Like, immediate tension headache relief. He’ll also massage your lower back and calves to help with the cramps.

General period mess does bother him a little bit, but he’s very understanding and able to push aside most of his natural squeamishness. 

He’s a minstrel and that counts for something. He knows a few healing cantrips and will definitely use them to ease your symptoms.

He is very busy, being Lord Elrond’s steward and assistant, but he will be sure to check in on you often and make sure you’re feeling okay. To the point that it might get annoying after a while.

If you do get annoyed he’ll swiftly apologize and try and give you space, but he can’t keep away for very long.

(He maybe still worries that you’re on the brink of death. Just a little bit. It just seems so extreme for a mortal. Elrond assures him that Edain are not as breakable as Lindir might think). 

Legolas

Legolas knows of periods from Tauriel. They’re best friends, after all, but he isn’t super experienced with them and is kind of awkward-- only because he isn’t 100% sure what to do when he finds you curled up in bed with cramps and a headache and hot flashes. 

Like Lindir he actually worries you’re dying for a second and automatically grabs the healers. 

Once both you and the healers explain what’s happening he’s really embarrassed. Tauriel thinks it’s hilarious though.

Tauriel doesn’t have the best advice for him because her periods are pretty mild. It’s actually Thranduil who tells him, in no uncertain terms, that he is not to leave your side unless you ask him to, and details how he can best make you comfortable. His own wife dealt with similar periods and so he has a lot of experience in the area. 

Legolas takes methodical mental notes and is very good about asking what you need. He make a list and then go off to the healing halls and comes back with an armful of supplies and deposit them on the bed. 

He TRIES to fuss. A+ for effort. He’s a little clumsy about it though. 

But he’s an INSANELY GOOD CUDDLER. Great scalp massages. Great lower back massages. Will drag you into a private hot spring and let the hot water do its magic. Absolutely does not mind if the blood gets places (he’s a feral boi. Mess doesn’t bother him). 

He doesn’t make you eat, because nausea’s no fun. Instead he joins you and always fasts the first day, since misery loves company.

He’ll usually take that day off from everything too so he can just lie in bed and comfort you and keep an eye on you in case he needs to run to the healing wing for painkillers or other medicines.

Can be a bit of a smotherer. Mostly because you’re mortal and it’s just ??? so concerning ????? that you just bleed for days and days??? Okay sure an Elf would be fine but an Edain ????? ARE YOU OKAY

It’s very frustrating for him to see you uncomfortable, but he knows its natural and there’s nothing he can do about it. So mostly he just chills with you and does his best to be sympathetic.

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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

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Daughter Moments

Request: Hello! I’ve read your imagines they are sooo good! I was wondering if I can request a Kili x daughter reader? The ploy can be anything you want but the reader has to be kilis daughter pls? Thankyou!!❤️

Requested by @imagines4everyone

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!! I hope you will like it!

Then also...The ending is my favourite.

Triggers: mentions of injuries, scars, angst, feels (if there's any more, let me know please!)

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain @imagines4everyone

Kili took a deep breath, as he looked over Dale. The town was beautiful, and he was lucky to be able to look at it during sunrise, every day, before he had to get back to his duties.

He felt the soft wind, running through his hair, and sun glittered in his deep brown eyes. He thought of his wife and daughter, and his mouth had soft dreamy smile in second.

When Kili came back to their shared chambers, he noticed Tauriel, gently stroking their ten months old Y/N's cheek.

"How are my two beautiful girls?" He chuckled, and his eyes were soft, as he looked down at his daughter and wife.

"Papa!" Y/N suddenly let out, and Tauriel and Kili looked at each other in shock and surprise. Their daughter just said her first word!

"You did it, Y/N! You did it!" Kili cried out, and started dancing across the room with his daughter in his arms. You giggled, and Tauriel watched the moment with tears in her eyes.

Five years later

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You frowned, when you noticed your father.

Kili was trying to make a surprise for Tauriel - his wife's birthday was a very special day to him, as well as your birthday - and this year, as any other, it was something sweet. Last year he made her a pair of twin daggers and got all her favourite sweets from bakeries around Dale.

This year, he decided to bake a cake.

Needless to say, it was very funny.

To watch, obviously.

You sat up on the chair, and Kili put his hands on his hips. You looked into the bowl, and giggled. You tasted a bit of it, and frowned.

"Uncle Fili said you can't bake, daddy." You shook your head. Kili nervously looked at you.

"What did uncle Fili say?" You looked at your dad, and decided to tell him everything.

"Well, Uncle Fili said you cannot bake, and that you only eat in the kitchen, and he was right," you said. Kili looked at the light-coloured dough.

"It is salty," you said, and Kili's eyes widened. He slapped his forehead.

"I really switched sugar and salt," Kili sat down to the table, and put his chin on his hands. You wanted to say something, but you noticed his eyes were filling with tears. You jumped off of the chair, and walked to him.

"Why are you crying, daddy?"

"I'm not crying," he said, and got up.

"Can I help you?" You gave him your best puppy-eye look, and Kili sighed.

You just had to get this from him.

"Okay."

When you finally finished the cake, the sun was rising, but you and Kili fell asleep, sitting by the table.

The finished cake was, however, worth it.

Twelve years later

"What did you say?" Kili frowned at you. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kili's usually kind brown eyes had a spark of anger in them.

"That I don't care about you."

"Oh, this. Well, because it's true! You literally make any guy run away from me, and then you make me stay inside! How am I supposed to get to know at least one?"

"You have still enough time for boys." Your father shook his head, as if he tried to get out the idea of dating out as quickly as he could.

"Fine. But if anyone asks, it's your fault," you said half-upset, half-joking.

You almost opened the door, when you heard your father speak.

"You know I want you to have someone who truly loves you," you turned around.

"I...I, um..." Kili deeply sighed. He felt a bit of guilt about the misunderstanding.

"Sit down, please." You did as he said, and he gently took your hands to his.

"When I met your mother, I knew she was...the One. My One. I fell for her even more, when we talked for the first time. And a few years later, there was also you. I was holding you after you were born, and I promised I will make sure you will have the same kind of love, the person you will roll your eyes at, but know you wouldn't want them any other way."

"Dad, I-"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you and want the best for you, but...the problem is, that in my eyes, nobody is good enough for you. I know you think it's the other way, but, it isn't. At least to me." You felt tears in your eyes.

"What do you think...mom would say?" You quietly whispered, as you felt tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath, probably to try to stop tears, too.

"Your mother would...secretly agree with me, but let you...let you go on an adventure, as long as you promise you are safe." Kili blinked to stop a tear, and sadly chuckled.

"You never know who you meet on an adventure."

You took his hands into yours, and gave him sad smile.

"She is alive. Trying to find her way back, from the orcs. Mom is a fighter."

"I believe too," he said, and looked outside. The sun slid across his face, and made his eyes spark, and showed you the way they used to shine when your mother was still there.

It's been a few months since you and your father talked, and you were on a ride from Hobbition. You liked to visit Bilbo and Frodo, and, as always, told each other news. When you almost got to Rivendell, you noticed someone lying down - with red hair. You stopped your horse, and jumped off of it.

You felt a rush of shock, when you realized who it was. She was full of cuts, but breathing.

You got to Rivendell safely, and when Lindir saw you, you let out just a whisper.

"Help her,"

You had no idea how did you end up in the working space of lord Elrond.

But, having soft blanket over your shoulders and sipping warm tea, after the shock, you wouldn't complain.

"Can I see her?" You whispered. Lord Elrond talked to a healer, and both of them looked at you.

"Your mother is asleep now," the healer carefully said. You nodded.

"Is she-"

"She is alive. We cleaned her injuries, and luckily, they were not even infected yet. You found her just in the right moment." You let out a breath. It felt like a huge weight fell off of your shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess Y/N. It will be good." The healer said, and helped you to get to other chambers, you guessed for guests. You laid down to bed, and fell asleep. You didn't even notice the healer turned around in the door, and slightly bowed, before he walked away.

You woke up into bright sunlight. You realized it was afternoon, and when you properly woke up, you found out you slept almost whole day and night.

When you took a bath and changed into light dress, you decided to go ask healer how was your mother doing.

You carefully knocked on the door. Someone slowly opened the door, and you realized it was the healer you already knew. After a short talk, he told you to get some rest. You decided to listen to him.

You didn't expect to fall asleep next to the bushes of lavender in Rivendell gardens, but the sweet, calming scent was strong.

You woke up with slight headache, and sat aside from the plants. You watched the sunset, and yawned. You also realized you haven't eaten whole day, and looked around for some fruit. You got up, and soon you found a few servants, who were actually looking for you, and as they mentioned dinner, you had no more questions.

At the dinner, you noticed the male healer you met earlier. You blushed when he noticed you looking at him, but he didn't do anything. Later, he catched your eyes again, and send you a tiny smile. You felt yourself smile as well.

After the dinner, Lindir walked you to your chambers. You took a bath, and when you got dressed, you opened your window and put a pillow and a blanket on the floor, to continue watching the sunset, and look at the stars. The sky was bright, and the fresh air made you feel lot better.

You got back to bed, but left the window open.

Your felt familiar smell, as you woke up. For a moment, you were five again, in your chambers in Erebor, and it was your birthday. Only other thing was the itchy feeling on your arms and legs.

Damn mosquitos.

"Mum?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, wildflower," you gasped and sat up, wide awake.

It was really her. Your mother, her red hair shining in the morning sun, looking at you.

Her face was full of cuts,which were in process of healing, and fading scars. Her hair was literally chopped off, now down to her chin.

Her green eyes were, however, full of motherly love. Just as you always knew them.

"This-this is a dream!" You let out a cry. She hug you tightly, and let out a cry too.

"I'm so glad you're safe..."

"What happened to you?" You whispered, as your arms tightened around her, afraid of it being just a dream.

"The orcs prisoned me, I tried to escape, but I was weak and didn't have any weapons. This time, I was finally lucky," she whispered, as she brushed your hair by her fingers.

"I'm here, Y/N. I promise it isn't a dream. I was fighting to run away every single day, and nothing could keep me away from you anymore."

Later that day, you sat down, to write a letter to Erebor.

Dear father,

I had to stay in Rivendell for longer, but, as you will find out - it was worth it...

Two years later

"Kili," Tauriel frowned at her husband. Kili looked at his wife with raised eyebrow.

"It's a boy, Tauriel!"

"And?"

"She's my little girl! She was born like...yesterday," Kili wiped off a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well, our little girl is having a lovely partner. You will like him." Kili's eyes widened, and Tauriel tried not to laugh.

"You already met him? And didn't tell me?!"

"Well..." Tauriel would roll her eyes. Her husband was literally freaking out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him the reason you went to Rivendell or Mirkwood was because of your love, not because of political...anything.

Before she answered, you walked in, nervously smiling at both of them.

"I have, um...someone I want to introduce to you," you said. Your mother nodded at you with smile, and you sighed and patted your father's shoulder.

"It's fine, dad." You opened the door, and 'the elven healer from Rivendell', as you knew him two years ago, walked in.

"Mum, dad...this is, um, my boyfr-"

"Nice to meet you," Tauriel said, but looked at her husband by the corner of her eye.

"So...you are the elf my daughter is courting," Kili said, and you looked at your boyfriend. Him and your father were watching each other, and you gently took your lover's hand into yours, worried they might start fighting. Until...

They both broke a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Prince Kili. Y/N has told me a lot of good things about you."

"Y/N, would you come and prepare some tea with me?" Your mother asked you, and you both got out of the room.

You listened their conversation, talking about your meeting, and, your dad's, and your lover's, favourite - archery.

"I can't believe it!" You said, whispering.

"I know," your mother tried to hold in laugh.

"They literally-"

"Yes. Seems like they go along well."

"Now my dad will spend more time with my lover than I do," you pretend to be dramatic, but secretly you thought if it wouldn't be better if they didn't like each other.

You walked back in the room, with cups with steaming tea.

"Don't worry. Both of them know who are the best archers in the family," Your mother gave you a smile, and you proudly nodded, as you placed the cups down on table.

"That's not true, I always let you win!" They said at the same time, and you and your mother shared a look.

Later that day, you were with your father in the gardens. He was enjoying the quiet evening, and you were reading.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"You know...you said, about boys...that nobody would be good enough for me. In your eyes."

"Yeah." He nodded, and turned towards you.

"So, um...what do you think, now when you met my boyfriend?" You nervously waited for his answer.

"I think...I would never expect to say this, but...I approve him." You let out a laugh.

"Just because you're both good at archery?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to say he seems to be very nice, but that too. We gotta keep the skill in family, don't we?" You shook your head and snorted with laugh.

"As well as recognizing elf men and elf maids." You started laughing when you noticed your father's wide eyes and flushed cheeks under his beard.

"Who told you that story?"

"Well...Uncle Fili has told me many interesting stories from your adventures," you said. Your father quickly stood up.

"Uncle Fili will quickly be reminded of what does it feels like to have younger brother," Your father muttered, as he walked inside the castle.

[aeonianarchives]

You make Lindir so adorable and cute, he's just a sweet boy in your fics, can i request a cranky Lindir who has had enough with dealing with dwarves or mirkwood elves x reader and they have to calm down the stressed boy

I am Glad you like my Lindir of course you may even if this is 3 months late I am terribly sorry I was busy

A Cranky Minstrel

Summery: Ask

Pairing: Lindir x Reader

you inwardly groaned as you watched the young dwarf threw food next to Lindir hitting the statue he was stood Infront he gave it a quizzical look before looking to you, which made you simply shrug to him, you had experienced him cranky one time before in your relationship and that was when Mirkwood came to visit, you just knew these dwarfs were making him more and more cranky by the second.

you noticed a dwarf about to lob a tomato at you husband and caught his hand the dwarf looked at you and so did Elrond as he did not realize you were here.

"Let go of me you wretches elf" the dwarf half yelled

"Watch where you throw stuff" you said glaring him down Elrond cleared his throat you let go of the dwarf and walked to him

"I am sorry to interrupt your meal my lord but I do believe my Report has some urgency, those orcs you slew near the hidden pass weren't the only ones to get close or into our borders" you said in a hushed voice giving the lord your report before you were hit by the same dwarf you held back with a Tomato with the same tomato you stopped him from throwing

"Lord/Lady Y/n do not retaliate it will only make them more boisterous" Elrond said as he read your report over

"I am glad your patrol slew them, talk to Erestor about erecting a guard tower in that blind spot and help him find the others Orcs may get across without our detection before they are on our patrols" You nodded taking the letter and leaving you did not see Lindir again until he came back late to your shared chamber either he was cleaning after the dwarves or they had done something else you only lifted your book as he set himself with his head on your chest.

"First they question the food, then they make their own music, then they start a food fight and hit you right after you got back from a long patrol" Lindir groaned

"I am fine, a Tomato does not hurt and I am all clean now" you said you had taken a bath and changed into fresh clothes as soon as you got back into your rooms

"Then the pantry starts running low on wine with them and then they have the AUDANCITY to bathe their hairy naked asses in the sacred fountain, What gave them the right, sure I get they hate elves But we are not wood elves, we didn't bring an army to a smaug ruined Erebor just to tell you no that was Thranduil acting without our knowledge and they blame all elves for it, petty little ferrets" Lindir groaned with the amount of times he had listened to you groan about your patrol it was only right to listen to him you had half the mind to storm over to the dwarves and give them a piece of your mind but you decided against it.

"How rude of them" you said placing a hand on his back and closing the book you where reading and setting it down

"I know, they can't just disrespected our lord like that" Lindir said he was tense

"Why don't I give you a massage and you can rant about the dwarves while I get all of those nasty knots out of you" You said Lindir only hummed and you straddled his lower body as you worked on the knots in his back.

"They don't work with you they are so stubborn, they just give me a headache even more so then the mirkwood elves and thats saying something" Lindir huffed

"I arguable find the arrogant elven king more stubborn and annoy" you said

"You are odd" Lindir said rolling around to face you

"I have to babysit the dwarven children" Lindir said leaving he soon came back

"They left, i swear if you take an eye of them for a second they disappear, Elrond was not happy" Lindir said

"Come here you cranky gremlin you just need a hug and time to calm down" you said taking Lindir into your arms and running a hand through his hair

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 24: Sex Toys- Lindir

Summary: Lindir gets a nice reward after wearing some toys all night

Word count: 1, 926

The impact of the seat to Lindirs behind pushed the toy further inside him in a delicious way that forced him to stifle a moan. Noticing his slight change in demeanour, you can’t help but smirk as you look at him over your wine glass. Lindir was very capable of hiding his pleasurable reaction, but you knew by the time you both went back to your shared room that he would be a pleading and quaking mess.

Sitting across from him at this dinner meant you could tease him even more. Subtly you slid your shoe off, your foot making contact with Lindirs lap, gently pushing and stroking at his caged member. He could have easily grabbed your foot and push it away, but Lindir is a good boy and knew better than to push you away, especially when this is exactly what he wants. He wants you to control him, make him feel small and pliable, he would do anything you asked of him.

The dinner went along smoothly, both yourself and Lindir holding conversations well. Lindirs reactions were so subtle that the only reason you noticed them was because you were looking for them. He was behaving so well and you knew at the end of the night you would both tease and praise him for it.

As the other guests began to stand to move to the ballroom, you subtly put your shoe back on and held your hand out for Lindir. The act of Lindir taking your hand for you to stand made other elleth swoon, but it made the heat in your core ignite and it made Lindir strain more against the cage that his cock currently resided in. He lived to serve you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Walking behind the group of other elves you couldn’t help but gently press your hand against Lindirs behind, causing a yelp covered by a cough to escape him. Elrond turns at the noise but is quickly reassured by a wave from Lindir, you on the other hand trying to stifle a giggle.

“You’ve been very well behaved, my love. If you keep it up I’ll give you a reward later. Does that sound nice?” You ask your love, your hand gently brushing his chest as it ever so slightly brushes over his nipple.

The clamps on his nipples have been making them extra sensitive the whole evening, so to feel even a light touch from you sends a jolt of pleasure right to his caged cock.

“Yes, mistress.” He lightly whispers in your ear, disguising his secrecy with a sweet kiss to your cheek, afraid the other dancers and those also standing to the side would notice.

“Good boy. Shall we dance, my love.”

“Of course, melleth nin.” He sweetly smiles at you, nothing but love and admiration in both of your eyes as you take his hand.

Gliding across the dance floor appeared magical to onlookers, but you spent the whole time paying close attention to Lindir and his reactions. Making sure to press your chest against his and make your fingers lightly dance across his to front, successfully inciting beautiful reactions from him. Lindir had a lot of control and still looks as graceful as ever, despite the torture you were putting him through.

As the dance ended you passed by Lord Elrond to bid him a good night, as you quickly rushed to your shared room. You knew Lindir was holding on by a thread and your throbbing pussy could only take so much more.

Neither you nor Lindir could get to your shared room faster, desire running through both of you. As the door closed you had him pinned to solid wood, trapped between the door and your body in a passionate and hungry kiss.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight. I think you deserve a reward. Would my sweet boy like that? Would you like mistresses pussy? Do you want to cum deep inside me?” You taunt Lindir, palming him over his trousers, his head thrown back as he breathes and moans loudly.

“Please, mistress! I need you to care for me! Only you can make me feel so good.” He desperately pleads with you, tears brimming in his eyes as his forehead rests against yours.

Smiling up at him you lightly stroke his face. He really had been such a good boy and you almost feel bad for teasing him, almost.

“Keep being my good boy and strip down for me, then lay on your back in the middle of the bed.” You gently command him, a sweet kiss landing on his nose as you let him go.

Lindir moves quicker then he ever has before, all his usual gracefulness leaving him as he rushes to strip down. Clothes are thrown all across the room as he quickly crawls onto the bed, laying on his back and breathing heavily. Lindirs desperate eyes look over your form as you begin to strip from your elegant dress. You don’t utter a single word as you strip naked before him, and climb between his legs on your large soft bed.

“You look so pretty with these toys, little one,” you tease him as your pointed finger rubs gently over all three toys, causing him to whimper and moan “feel like I should leave them for you to wear all night.” You taunt him as you push his plug in further.

His sweet eyes begin to widen and plead at your cruelty. You make sure to stay quiet as you smirk down at your quaking elf, as if you actually consider such torture.

“But I wouldn’t do that to my darling who has been so good.” You smirk down at him as relief washes over him.

Teasingly your body bends over his as you lightly kiss his sweet lips, your hand reaches down at the same time as you release one of the clamps from his nipples. Lindir makes a mixed sigh and moan as his hips lightly grind into you. Chuckling lightly you stare in his eyes as you release his other nipple.

“Mmmhh. How does that feel, baby?” You tease him as you begin to lightly play with his now very sensitive nipples.

“Feeeellls wonderfuulll. Thank you mistressss.” He managed to moan out as you continue your light torment.

“Now your pretty cock next.” You smirk devilishly at him as you sit back on your knees and lightly graze your fingers over his caged cock.

Lindir can’t help but whimper and moan as he lightly humps up into your gentle touch. His eyes never leave you as you free his desperate member from its confinement.

“Poor thing, all that teasing all night and you haven’t been able to get hard. Good thing I suppose, you’re such a desperate little whore, you probably would have been cumming in your pants all night if I didn’t put this on you.” You tease him as you begin to stroke his semi hard cock.

“Ye-yeeesss! I’m a whore!” He calls out desperately as you begin to work his cock faster.

“Such a little whore that you’re already going to cum.” You laugh as you take your hand away from his now very erect and bouncing cock. A quiet and desperate moan runs through Lindir as he tries to continue to be a good boy for you.

Your fingers lightly trace down to the pretty pink toy that rests between his cheeks.

“Last but not least.” You smirk as your teeth lightly bite your lower lip.

Your eyes don’t leave his ass as you gently play with the toy. From just out of the corner of your eye you can see Lindir fisting the bedsheets, his light whimpers making you smirk as you begin to lightly pull the toy free.

His head is thrown back against the plush pillows below him with a desperate and loud moan, as you take the toy out of his tight hole. His hole continues to flex as his quaking body begins to relax.

“You ready for mistresses pussy now?” You gently ask as you straddle his hips, his rock hard cock jumping at how close it is to your pussy.

“Yes please, mistress.” He asks so sweetly and politely.

“What a good boy you are, Lindir.” You gently smile down at your sweet elf as you run the head of his desperate cock between your wet pussy.

Placing his head at your entrance, you begin to gently sink down onto him. A desperate and high pitched moan leaves the quaking elf below you as he fills you up with his entire cock, your pelvises meeting together.

“Such a good boy for me, Lindir. You take your punishment and receive your reward so well.” You praise him with a heavy breath as your hands land on his chest and you begin to ride him.

Rocking and thrusting your hips as you ride him, you can’t believe the vision of the sweet elf below you. His eyes closed in pleasure as his hair is tussled from side to side with his head moving around. Incoherent words of both sindarin and the common tongue leave his sweet lips as he is lost to complete pleasure.

Reaching down you take both of his hands that are tightly gripping the sheets below him. Taking one you put it on your hip, which he responds to by gripping onto it, like it’s a lifeline for him. Holding his other hand sweetly, you place it on your breast, the feeling of the soft warm skin under his touch causes his eyes to snap open.

He looks up at you as if you were a beautiful vision sent by the Valar themselves. His grip on your hip and breast intensify as you ride him faster, your eyes locked in a look of love and passion.

“Are you gonna cum, sweet boy?” You ask him, lightly panting.

“Yes.” He simply answers breathlessly.

“You rub mistresses clit and make her cum then you can cum. Don’t have to ask but you do have to be a good grateful boy for me.” You order him as you continue to rock against him.

The heat within your core intensifies as you feel his skilled fingers begin to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans become louder as your nails begin to dig into his shoulders. You feel your pleasure build as you thrust harder into his nimble fingers. The pressure in your core becomes too much as your head is thrown back with a loud screaming your moan.

Lindirs pleasure feels intensified as your nails dig into his skin harder and he feels your soft warm walls squeeze his hard member. As soon as he feels your orgasm squeeze at him, he can’t control it anymore.

“Oooohhh!!! Thank you, mistress! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He calls out in a loud desperate moan he bucks into you and you gently grind on him, both of you riding out your orgasms together.

As both of your hips begin to slow, your nails leave his shoulders and instead gently card through his soft brown locks. The gentle feeling of your sweet caresses across his scalp cause him to hum as he rubs his head against your loving touch.

“Come on, my good boy, let’s get you a nice bath and a good sleep.” You gentle tell him as you begin to slowly leave his body, your gentle hands kindly reaching out for his.

[sanisse]

Do you think you could do something for lindir? My boi doesn't get enough love. Thank you! 👍

Lindir is SUCH a blorbo of mine. Baby boi. Babie.

Daybreak | Lindir x GN!Reader

Pairing: Lindir x GN!Reader

Spice level (1-5): 🌶🌶 (mild and sweet)

Warnings/tags: cuddling, morning sex, handjobs, enough fluff to give you cavities

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

-

Lindir is still asleep when you wake. The light streaming in through your bedroom window in Imladris is paling. You’re slotted behind him. He pressed up against you sometime during the night, seeking your touch just like he always does. The morning light spins his sweet face into something almost angelic, alabaster, porcelain. Dark eyelashes curled up on his cheeks. You smile and prop yourself up on one elbow, just watching him sleep, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply, in and out. It’s beautiful: he’s beautiful-- when he’s like this, so at peace. Such a change from how he hovers anxiously from task to task, always so concerned about making mistakes.

When you can’t take it anymore, you brush some of his dark hair back behind his ear, then bend over him to kiss his cheek.

Lindir stirs. His eyes flutter open. Mindlessly, he turns to seek another kiss. You press your lips to his, cradling his face. It’s tender and sleep-soaked and perfect. He rolls back over and shuts his eyes.

“Good morning,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair.

He smiles, still curled up tight and half-asleep. “Good morning.” 

“What did you dream of?” you ask him.

“You,” he whispers back. “Always you.” 

Your heart flutters. You kiss the back of his neck: the sensitive spot just beneath his ear, and sling your arm around him. Lindir pushes that much more back into your space, pressing the length of his spine against your chest with a happy sigh.

He’s perfect.

You trace the curve of his hip, then your hand wanders between his legs and you feel that he’s half hard.

You make a delighted little sound. Even when he’s still groggy, Lindir has the wherewithal to blush. 

“You really were thinking of me,” you tease softly. 

Lindir pushes his hips back into yours. It feels so good-- so good-- 

Gently, you slip beneath the soft cotton trousers he likes to sleep in and take his cock in your hand. 

Lindir lets out a sweet, high-pitched whine and stiffens almost immediately at your touch. You kiss his neck again, then give him a little nip. When he reaches for you, you take his hand in your free one, lacing your fingers together and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

You start to stroke him. Just slow, decadent touches. Pausing every so often just to tease the head with your fingertips. Then gathering the beads of moisture that are already forming and working them down, down, until he’s slick and covered with a thin sheen of sweat all over his pale, lithe body. It only makes him look that much more angelic. 

His pink mouth is parted. Bright poppies come into his cheeks. He gasps and mewls for you, desperate little noises that have you aching for him. Then he starts twisting his hips, gasping out: please, please, please---

You slow your strokes. Tease the head again. The broken sound that escapes him is half-petulant, half-sweet.

“Please,” he murmurs again, casting a saucer-eyed, luminous look over his shoulder at you. 

You keep teasing him, just to relish the way he jerks and trembles. So unbearably adorable when he’s putty in your hands. 

He turns to face you, buries his face in your shoulder and keeps whimpering as you touch him. When he lets go of your hand to curl it in the bedsheets, you know he’s close. You speed, murmuring encouragements in his ear, telling him how sweet he looks, how beautiful, how much you love him--

--he comes apart at that with a wrecked wail. Tears well up on his eyelashes as he splatters your hand and his own stomach, twisting in your grip, face pinched, pink mouth parted. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more delicate, more pretty. 

You kiss his forehead. His eyes slip shut. Those tears leak out. You dry them for him. 

“I love you,” you whisper again.

“I love you too,” Lindir replies breathlessly. He pulls away to look up at you with such unadulterated adoration it hurts, and touches your face. “Let me return the favor?” 

You crack a smile and reply: “I won’t say no to that.” 

-

[theelvenhaven]

Oh boy, I’d want to make sure pure sweet Lindir felt loved because oh my he’s such a sweet love he deserves to feel his worth! I’d gently ease him down onto our bed and bring his lips to mine as I undress him; taking my time with his laces and buttons of his tunics and undergarments until I reach his warm skin. As I’m hovering over him I’d continue kissing him up to and behind his ear, sucking on his blushing tips and lobe as I whisper sweet nothings to him, telling him how much I adore him. I’d then leave kisses down his neck and to his collarbone, then gradually make my way down his chest and belly as I rub small circles onto his skin and make sure to make the kisses linger. Then I’d come to his hips: I’d slowly make my way down his stomach then kiss all around his region, kissing around his cock and on the ever growing veins that run up it, onto his soft muscles around his groin and between his thighs as he quietly pleads for more. After slow, sweet kisses up his cock and around his head as he drips with pre cum, I’d leave one last kiss to his lips before I let his cock slide into me. I’d ride him slowly, praising him with how good he’s being as I bring his hands to my hips, letting him touch the bulge that his cock makes in my stomach as I listen to him whimper and gasp with pleasure. I’d guide him gently, let him feel my deepest insides, then finally bring him to his climax and let his cum seep out of me down his member. After long days working diligently as Elrond’s minstrel this hard working boi needs sensual love - I genuinely think he’d cry during any intimate love making especially if he’s had a stressful day (I’m sure he’s had a lot of them!)

God damn....treat that boy right, Queen!

[7soulstars]

*bursts into your room with flowers and chocolate*: YOU CAN NEVER DISSAPPOINT ME ..MY SWEET SWEET ANGEL 💗✨ MY MOST PRECIOUS JEWEL ..MY..

*also remembering loki's knife*: Ahem .. sorry bout that .im just going to quietly leave an ask now hehehe..

how would thranduil and bucky react if you dyed your hair pink .. or blue ..or different crazy colors * i really wanna do mine but my family would be mad so..*

Darling!! *tackles you in a hug*❤😍 (p.s The boys are banned from hugs for threatening you *glares at Loki and Bucky who just sit silently pouting*)

Anyways! The Ask!! I have always wanted to dye my hair and my parents are like well you can do what you want once you're iNdEpEnDeNt and out of our house🤡. So now I am just sticking with those washable spray hair colours. BUT. If I did dye my hair this is probably how our boys would react.

My Incorrect Universe Headcannons

Thranduil

He just freezes and looks MORTIFIED

Don't worry, it's just because the concept of hair dyeing doesn't exist in Middle Earth

Thranduil *absolutely worried, now clinging onto me*: Y-your hair!? My darling did a sorcerer curse you!? Are you dying! Please don't leave me!

Me *feeling really bad for my husband*: Darling no! I just dyed my hair ! I went to visit Earth! I dyed it there!

Thranduil *his face now looking like the confused Pikachu meme*: Dye? Like how we dye our clothes??

Me: Yes

Thranduil: .........so you are not dying?

Me: No darling....

Thranduil: ₒₕ

Me: .......

Thranduil: .........

Me: ..........

Thranduil*blushing out of embarrassment*: Then I must say you do look quite beautiful....

Me*also blushing*: ₒₕ

--Meanwhile,at Rivendell--

*a high pitched scream echoing through the halls*

Lindir,stomping through, red faced, tips of his hair dyed blonde : RUMIL AND PRINCE LEGOLAS COME BACK HERE! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!

Elrond, watching the scene unfold as he whispers under his breath: It actually suits him.....

Bucky

Nope, just like nope

But I'm a bad bitch so idc

Partially because back in the days hair dying was considered for punks

Bucky *whining even before I begin applying the colour*: But WHY ??

Me*Bad Bitch™* : to cope with my ✨depression✨

Bucky*being a kinky lil shit due to Loki's influence*: but there are OtHeR wAyS to cope with that.

Me*sighing because I'm dating an over 100 year old child*: babe! Stop! It's not a big deal! It's temporary! It'll fade in a few months!

Bucky*sliding down from the couch onto the floor like jello*: noooooo!!

--later--

Bucky*ignoring me for the entire day*

Sam*to me*: Woah! I like the hair! It's cool!

Bucky*offended*: SAM YOU BETRAYING PIECE OF SHIT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!?

Sam: ??

Me*sighing dramatically*: I brought plums , I guess I'll give them to Shuri since no one wants them

Bucky*all of a sudden hugging me with the largest puppy dog eyes*: ᴵ ʷᵃⁿ ᵖˡᵘᵐ , ᴵ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵘʳ ʰᵃⁱʳ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵘᵐ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ 🥺

Yeah..... That's how I imagine it goes. *gets distracted and dreams about it*.

Anyways! I LOVE YOU! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS! Also for some reason Loki has written you a seven paged written apology because he wants cuddles. Also kisses from me!! 😘😘

~Love, Hri

[modernmythic]

If you had to pick an elf to bring home as a date for the holidays who would it be? & I am going to be EXCEPTIONALLY cruel & say it can't be Glorfindel. >:)

Ok well it would obviously be Glorfindel

But since you're gonna be MEAN to me 😠 and deny me my boy, I'd probably say Lindir? I think he'd be kind of shy and sweet and definitely a good choice for being around family. He'd be very polite and respectful (you might have to get him to loosen up a bit) but I think he'd probably enjoy having a little cuddle in front of the fire or while watching a holiday movie under a big blanket or something. You might even be able to steal a sweet little kiss under the mistletoe if you manage to find a moment away from everyone else. I'm sure he'd enjoy going on a walk to see the lights with you. He would be a nice date for the holidays.