#orlando bloom x y/n
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Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk
Pairing: Will Turner x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None.
A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!
Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.
Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.
But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.
Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.
Davy Jone's crew.
A fight on an island.
Fleeing to the Black Pearl.
The Kraken attacking the ship.
The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.
Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.
Ready to kill.
To drag someone to a watery grave.
To drag Will to his doom.
Will!
You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.
Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.
Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.
"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.
"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"
Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.
"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.
"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."
Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.
The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."
That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.
You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.
If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.
When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.
You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.
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Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.
Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.
And so a battle of wits and skill began.
Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.
The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.
Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.
It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.
"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.
"As the lady wishes."
But you never did pick back up on the match.
Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.
You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.
Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.
You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.
Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.
To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.
And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.
Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.
He never looked back at you.
Not once.
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And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.
So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.
All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.
Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.
Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.
And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.
At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.
Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.
Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.
You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.
With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.
You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.
A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.
And then darkness.
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Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.
"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.
Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.
"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.
"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."
You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.
"Because she loved him."
Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.
"What?"
He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.
"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."
"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.
So many people were out to kill all of you.
"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.
"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.
"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."
"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"
He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."
Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.
His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"
"I never-"
But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.
Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."
"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"
"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.
You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"
"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.
"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.
"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.
"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."
His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"
But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"
"Because I love you!"
His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.
For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.
"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.
"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.
And you returned it.
You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."
You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.
“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.
He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.
This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.
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Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.
Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅
i think you are beautiful
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Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.
He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.
But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.
"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.
Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.
"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.
"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.
"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."
You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.
"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"
It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.
You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).
Legolas was your favourite to tease.
He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...
You weren't at all what he had thought.
You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.
And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.
"Are you sure you're not a man?"
You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.
"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"
Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.
Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.
"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.
"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.
"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"
Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.
"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"
Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.
You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.
You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.
You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.
The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."
You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.
"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."
Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.
Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.
"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"
He was taken aback by your sudden question.
Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.
The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.
"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."
You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.
"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"
You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.
Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.
"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."
ELVISH TRANSLATION
‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile
‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?
‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?
‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!
‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too
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Will Turner x reader drabble #1
Prompt- “I knew it, you’re sick.” “Go away.”
For Will-
You heard Will’s coughing before you saw him, harsh and deep, the sound causing your stomach to twist. It had settled in his chest, constricting his lungs and making it hard to breathe. You turned the corner and your heart broke. Will was seated at the table bent over, trying desperately to drink from a large glass bottle of rum. He looked awful.
“Will, stop.” You ran to him, taking the bottle from him just before it slipped from his trembling fingers. “I knew it, you’re sick.” You pressed your hand to his forehead.
“Go away.” Will pushed your hand away and made a grab for the rum. “Give it back.”
“You need water and rest.” You took a step back and kept the rum out of reach.
“Curse you.”
“If that’s what it’ll take for you to rest, then so be it.”
For you-
“Will,” you reached out to where he lay sleeping and nudged his arm. “Will.”
Will started awake, looking around for a moment before noticing you. “What? What’s wrong?” He rubbed at his eyes, the moonlight from the room’s single window illuminating his confused expression.
“I...I’m cold.” You pulled the thin blanket about your shoulders and shifted uncomfortably. “Can I sleep with you?”
Will stared at you. “Surely you must be joking.”
“Please, Will. There’s no one else on the ship to go to.”
Will rubbed his eyes again, fingers dragging through his hair. “All right,” he shifted over as much as he could and pulled back the blanket. “Come here.”
You obeyed, keeping your own banket wrapped about you as you slid into bed beside him. “Th-thank you.”
“Darling,” Will’s brow furrowed. “Are you ill?”
“No.” You tensed at this, whimpering as he checked your forehead with his large, warm hands.
“I knew it, you’re sick.” Will cursed under his breath. “You’re burning with fever.”
“Go away.”
“Not a chance,” in one smooth movement Will wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.
The warmth of his body nearly made you cry in relief. “Will,” you squirmed around, hands fumbling to hold onto him. “Cold, so cold.”
�� “I’m here, I’m here.” Will held you close. “I’ll take care of you, darling. I promise.”
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Random Girl - Lando Norris x Actress! Reader
Plot: Y/N being spotted in the most random places you could think off and its gets to the point where people joke that they wouldn't be shocked if she posted a story from the ISS.
Credit to lqvesoph for the GIF
Lando knew his girlfriend was a bit ditzy, but that was the whole appeal that she came with. However, what he didn't expect was when he was at race weekends by himself that she couldn't attend, he'd get notifications from gossip pages, new articles and pap pages showing his girlfriend to be spotted in the most random places possible.
It first started when they had only been dating for a few months, they'd met in the McLaren paddock where she'd been invited to a GP and brought her motorsport loving father along with her. They'd hit it off immediately. Lando was shy, having this well known actress talking to him like she'd known him all his life and kind of fumbled at the opportunity to ask her out to dinner after the race.
Of course, you had swooped in asking him yourself.
After those few dates, you both became busy. Crazily enough he still didn't know much about you. Obviously he knew enough, like your age and that you were from England and all of those other weird Wiki facts that people added to your profile after you'd stated them in interviews.
So when he saw a news article that was a picture of you, in what he deemed to be loungewear on a countryside town in the UK helping your dad out mucking the stables he couldn't help but texting and asking where you were.
When you'd replied at home, it made more sense but he was shocked as you seemed like the definition of a London city girl.
And of course you were a London City girl, but that didn't stop you going back home, to your routes and getting your hands a little dirty.
After this, you were then cast in the GranTurismo movie as Audrey the girlfriend of Jann Mardenborough. You made friends with Emelia Hartford, Archie Madekwe, Joshua Stradowski, Darren Barnet and Sang Heon Lee. Of course you were already familiar with Orlando Bloom and David Harbour having acted with them before.
It was funny however, how it wasn't public knowledge that you and Lando were an item yet and you were in a movie to do with racing. You both found it bazar, but it also wasn't the usual type of movie you were in. So when fans watched and then realized who you were rumored to be dating it all made sense.
The next was he was in his drivers room with his team mate Oscar, they were both aimlessly scrolling through TikTok waiting for their typical Thursday media duties when all of a sudden Oscar practically spat his water out, choking on it.
"Mate that's disgusting" Lando complains flicking the spitty water off his wrist.
"Tell me why your girlfriend is on my TikTok for you page weightlifting in the middle of London!" he asks rewinding the video just to make sure he wasn't seeing things and that it was you.
Without a doubt, it was you. Even with sunglasses and a Mclaren cap covering your face from the general public, he knew it was you. Not only could he tell it was you because he'd seen you so many times in the paddock and hanging out with his own girlfriend Lily that he'd introduced you to and you'd both become fast friends. But the noticeable thing was the massive keychain you were holding.
You were known for loosing stuff, so one Christmas the grid decided to all get you something to attach to your house and car keys. So whenever you left the house you didn't loose them. There was a pink fluffy ball attached that Max had got you, your Mclaren Car Key was showing, the Pirelli wheel Lewis had got you. The picture of you and Lando, Lando had got for you, there was an Yves St Laurent charm from Lewis and much more but it was so specific that Oscar knew it was you.
"What do you mean my girlfriend is weightlifting on your tiktok" he asks crawling onto the sofa from the ground that he was sat on, budging up closer to Oscar and looking over his shoulder to where he phone was playing the small segment.
There you were, placing your keys into your bag before hitching it high up on your arm and lifting the weight. It was heavy and from the rest of the video not many other people had managed to do it. However you there, in your high heels and short skirt you lifted it up no problem. He knew it was in your range as you often would work out with him, and sometimes you had a better stamina than he did. That was because of some of the movies you'd had to train for in the past, making you have a really serious work out regime.
The crowd applauded you before you did a kind curtsy taking the drink from the guy who was recording the video. As you lifted your glasses up taking a drink, people stared to recognize you and started to ask for pictures and autographs. The video cut out to the next lifter before he could see what occurred from the fans that were around you.
"Babe what the hell is this on Oscar's titkok of you weightlifting for free drinks from randoms in the street! Are you okay did you get mobbed? The video cut out before we could see anything. My god its so dangerous you shouldn't be out alone!" he scolds before even saying hi to you.
"Hello to you to Lando" he laugh and he sighs.
"You shouldn't do stuff like that baby, I worry!" he explains and you just giggle.
"I was fine Lan, I had security waiting for me behind the camera and there wasn't too many people! I was fine and got home all safe!" you smile into the phone rolling your eyes at your mum who was awing at how cute he was being. After a while he hung up needing to go for media duties.
Then during your first summer break together, you, Lily, Oscar and Lando all wanted to go on holiday together. So you all suggested somewhere you wanted to go, that couldn't be your home. So Lando suggested Lapland, Lily suggested Bali, Oscar suggested Greece and you suggested Florida, specifically Disneyworld so of course, yours had to be picked being the most likely place to be seen.
And of course if you were going to Florida you had to bring Logan... so obviously when pictures were released of you and the others being toured round the parks by a cast member and finding yourself building cars in Test Track in Epcot and Lando making a Lando Log out of it. The parks were extra busy when you guys went as well so you had to have your security walk round the parks with you, so you guys just drew all the attention to you.
After this you were in New York, filming the ending of the movie you were currently the lead in. So you couldn't come to the first race after summer break.
So when Lando was chilling out at home after the first race waiting for you to land back in France so he could drive and get you, he was watching TikTok's. He was aimlessly scrolling until he saw a video that was those ones where people go up to strangers with headphones and ask what they were listening too.
The guy clearly had no idea he was talking to you, a very famous actress but Lando once again was shocked how you seem to get yourself into these situation.
You politely take one airpod out and offer him a sorry i didn't understand. He asks what song your listening to and your reply had Lando bursting out laughing as it was Voulez-Vous by ABBA. He watched as you walked off with the song playing in the background as you took note of the camera and waved with a big grin.
He checked the comments knowing there would be an outrage that the guy didn't know who he was speaking too. And he was right of course.
-user1: how has my guy fumbled like that in front of Miss Y/N
-user2: no way my guy didn't know he's speaking to the richest young actress out there right now...
-user3: boy don't know Y/N Y/L/N and he's into F1... blunder fr
-user4: it's so funny where Y/N is caught out and how normal she is, she's just one of us at the end of the day
-user5: Y/N is spotted anywhere fr
The next time was when your mugshots got released, now this was the one that Lando found the most shocking. But after hearing your side of the story he was laughing and your manager eventually got the LAPD to apologize for their actions and their mistreatment.
"So Y/N some pictures were released of you ahead of this weekend following a big apology from the Los Angeles Police Department. Can you explain to us what happened?" the F1 interviewer asks and you chuckle a little.
"Yeah, its actually really funny considering i spent the day in a holding cell because no-one could get hold of me. So i was driving to set to start filming, and I was pulled over. I still don't know what I was actually pulled over for, they never ended up telling me. But when i was asked for ID i accidently handed over my Fake ID from the movie set. Once i realized my mistake I stupidly forgot we were in America where officers are a little more hands on and he decided to arrest me for handing a fake id to an officer of the law and interfering with an ongoing investigation. Obviously once people from set realised i wasn't just late they came down to the office and explain what i was trying to do, they re watched the footage from both my dash cam that was on me, and the officer's footage and it was deemed as an unlawful arrest so they let me go. I have no idea who leaked the mugshots but I still look good!" you exclaim making the interviewers laugh.
"That's quite the story Y/N, what do you get yourself into!" he offers making you laugh even more.
In the winter season, you taken some time off so you could travel round with Lando both for his last few races and his winter break, you spent his off season with him travelling from Bali, to Australia, to Finland, back home, and then to Thailand. But you had one request and that was to go tAmerica or South Korea to watch a KPOP concert.
You wanted to see StrayKids live, and so Lando not only got you front row tickets but also came with you to their LA show. You were sat in a normal bit of the crowd with other fans who when they noticed it was you were screaming before the artists themselves even came on.
It was even more funny when the group came out on stage and it took them 4 songs before they recognised you.
"Holy shit guys is that Y/N Y/L/N?" Chris asks looking down at the crowd where you were sat.
"Huge fan!" Hyunjin shouted, even though you had worked together before in Versace as Brand Ambassadors. Same with Felix and Yves Saint Laurent. Fans went crazy at the interactions happening and when it went viral later people only commented on the fact that you were just casually at a KPOP concert with your F1 driver boyfriend.
The next time was when Lando, who wasn’t opposed to going to a casino himself walked in on his girlfriend after a race at a casino. She was there at the Poker Table with winning chips animatedly talking to the dealer.
“Babe?” He’d asked you with a laugh surprised to see you here!
“Omg baby! Hi the guys said you were coming here and I wanted to surprise you but I ended up coming here a few hours to early and now I’ve won 30k. I’m thinking I’ll get you a new watch with that” she grins as if this 30k has just changed her life. When they know that 30k is absolutely nothing to her.
“You, how do you find yourself in these situations” he laughs looking over at you before tossing one of your chips into the pile looking at your current cards.
“Hey bet with your own money baby!” You frown at him everyone around the table laughing.
“Are we at the high stakes table right now?” He asks looking round and seeing some familiar faces of very rich men.
“Yeah baby why?” You ask nonchalantly, like it was nothing.
“My god, okay let’s wrap this up and go meet everyone else at the club”
And the most recent time was when you started live streaming from the top of the HollyWood sign after making the long climb up there.
Lando just watched from Bahrain, at pre- season testing while you were just climbing up to the Holly wood sign and showing the world where you were currently at.
He did worry for a second about your inability to know what you should and shouldn’t be showing the world and when. But when you panned round to show the two security with you in casual gym wear he was more settled.
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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader
Date: Jan 2019
Warnings: none I think but maybe a hint of something.
A/N: this is from y/n's POV and can be a 2nd part of the series but this is a long way from that. yeahhh. Hope you guys like this!!
Y/N L/N Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions
“Good Afternoon, this is Y/n L/n and this is the wired autocomplete interview,” you started with the most monotonous voice you could ever make
-Autocomplete suggests the most common searcher on the internet-
“I am very excited, I’ve been wanting to do this since like forever but you guys never invited me, which was sad,” the camera then proceeds to zoom in your faces as you looked at the lens with a very menacing look.
-So WIRED asked Y/N L/N some of the internet’s burning questions-
Giggling to yourself, you sat back and took the first board that was given to you.
With a bright smile you said “Alrighty WIRED let’s do thisss!!!”
“Is y/n l/n….related to Sarah Paulson” with a scoff you shook your head and released a very breathy “NNOooooooo”
“ But I’ve been asked this questions a couple times now and as much as I want to be related to Sarah, we are not.”
You looked back at the board, read it a few more times then nodded.
“ But we are sisters though, just not by blood.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n Elizabeth Swann”
“Oh!! Yup I am the Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean” you explained as soon as the question was revealed
“ did you know that not many people knew I was in that movie? And the reason?” You excitedly asked as you looked at the staff behind the camera.
“Was my fucking dark blonde hair!! Now hold on before you guys on the internet hate on me, let me explain.”
Hands up in a surrendering position you began “Look I loved that role, the series, the people, Orlando Bloom,..” You winked” but blonde just doesn’t suit me, AT ALL, and keeping that hair as blonde as it can is a freaking nightmare so after I’ve finished wrapping up the last of that film series I told myself never EVER!! Take a role that needed my hair to be dyed.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n a sagittarius”
Smiling to yourself as you recall a memory, you look down and answered “ Yes, yes I am because as you all know I was born on December 1987- GOSH I’m old” you cut yourself as you’ve registered the words that were said.
“But that is all I can tell you, 'cause I’m not that much into horoscopes or zodiacs or whatever but Pe-“ you cut yourself once again.” But uhmmm, someone once told me that I am the "embodiment" of the Sagittarius sign and that we sagi babes are most compatible with an Aries?? I think”
A small smile was seen on your face as the video cuts to the next question.
-Cut-
“ Are y/n l/n and Pedro Pascal friends”
"Hhmmm are we? I mean we hang out, send tiktoks to each other, and he steals my fuzzy socks a lot….” you nod off while listing all the things Pedro has done to you in the past week, in mind.
“ I guess we are friends? nO, I’m just kidding we are, the best might I add”
You beamed at the lens as you rattled on, “of course we’re friends, we’ve been friends for quite a while now and I thank sister Sarah for that. But yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with that guy?”
You once again looked at the staff who was nodding at you to continue.
“ He’s friendly, goofy, a great storyteller, and actor” you winked again that was accompanied by a snort, “and a great person in general…ah he also shares his empanadas so that makes him an even Better Greater person HAHA!!”
You then throw the board to the ground as you jump out of your seat
-Cut-
“Who does y/n l/n play in Narcos”
“ I play a DEA agent from Barcelona, Spain named Catalina “Lina” Mendoza, she is the love interest of Javier Pena and who is played by the one and only Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, who is the partner of Boyd Holbrook aka Steve Murphy” proudly you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair.
-Cut-
“What is y/n l/n first movie”
“Ahh this is a great question, uhmmm my first movie was released way back in ’99 and it’s called the sixth sense. Which was a great experience and opened up my little 11-year-old mind up more into the acting industry.” You answered while thinking back on that more to add.
“ I mean it is a minor role but I got to meet Bruce Willis and act with a very close friend of mine, Trevor Morgan.” You added before looking back at the board.
-Cut-
“What is y/n l/n doing now”
“Since this will be released, I don’t know, a few days or weeks from now I’d try to answer what I would be doing at that time” you scratch your chin as you think of what you would do without saying too much.
“I would either be at home, chilling, drinking wine, while watching a movie OR” you exaggerate, “ I’d be out partying or hanging out with a few friends of mine, yeah I think that’s about it.”
-cut-
“ How can I meet y/n l/n”
Laughing you said, “Well, I’ll probably be in my favourite cafe during my spare time so maybe you guys can drop by and have the courage to say hi,” you tease but was followed by an “I'd rather have you do that instead of taking a, what you think is a discreet, picture of me and the one person I’m with” you ended with a forced smile.
-Cut-
“How old was y/n l/n when Pedro Pascal”
“Guys is this asking what I think it's asking HAHAHAHA” you burst out with a laugh while kind of nervous that you would say something out of line.
“ Well uhm, if you’re asking how old I was when we met, we met through Sarah way back in early 2012 she invited me for a new year's party, so that makes me 24??” You answered with an eyebrow raised.
“ Buuutt,” you dragged.”If you guys are asking about that scene in the second season of Narcos, that you guys are thirsting on about. I would be at around 27 years while shooting that I think. Sooo yeah. Kids don’t ask about those narcos scenes please, better yet don’t watch it until you’re like 25 or 50”
-Cut-
“ How tall is -“
“ No No! I won’t be answering that question yo-“
-Cut-
With a huff you looked at the camera, “ I am 5 foot 3....and a half…. On good days I'd be 5'4 and 5'5 with heels. But hey I’m not even that small, the people around me are just giant abnormal-looking non-human beings” you point at the lens
“YES YES IM TALKING TO YOU MISTER PASCAL, so stop teasing me”
-Cut-
“Ooh would you look at that the last question!”
Ripping the paper as fast as you can it says “Can y/n l/n dance?”
You noticeably perked up at this but before you can answer a voice came from behind the camera and said “No!”
“ Hey! I mean I’m not a good dancer but I can dance properly you know. I flow with the vibe of the music you know what i’m saying!!! Yeah?”
-Cut-
You were seen grinning before you were called on camera.
Throwing the board behind you once again you say “ Well WIRED, that was certainly interesting and this might be one of the most... chill... interviews I’ve been on! Can’t wait to do more! Bye!!”
COMMENTS
Fan 1: that was…..entertaining
Fan 2: the slip ups OH MY FUCKING GOD
Fan 3: the way she called out the paps HA serves you right!!
Fan 4: i love how most of the internet asks about y/n and Pedro indirectly. Like girl, we’ve been waiting for years.
Fan 5: Oh so this is the girl, Pedro was seen with the other day. She looks too young, I don’t get why people ship these two, he wouldn’t go for immature younger women.
↳ Fan 4 replied to Fan 5: Girl be fucking for real they've been dating for years now, try to look it up.
Fan 6: I love her friendship with Sarah and Pedro!!! And it looks like she was adopted by Sarah Paulson the same way she did with Pedro HAHAHAH oh and we got crumbs on her hanging out with Pedro with that sharing of food thing
Fan 7: I NEED MORE Y/N CONTENT, SHE IS THE QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY WIFE AND BABY!!!!
Fan 8: so is no one else curious about who said “No” as soon as that dancing question was revealed, cause all I know is that it sure ain’t one of the staff.
↳ Fan 7 replied to Fan 8: HOW THE HELL?? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER?! I'm speechless
Fan 9: she’s so smiley and goofy in this interview, must’ve had a lot of fun shooting this.
↳ WIRED replied to Fan 9: 👀 about that….
↳ fan 9 replied to WIRED: why? what’s happening
Fan 10: The sarcasm when asked if Pedro's her friend is killing me😵
↳ Fan 8 replied to Fan 10: aren't they friends though?
↳ Fan 10 replied to Fan 8: girl go search it up. i just, can't. this is because of his rising fame, everyone doesn't know that much yet. what more if this continues for the years to come.
Fan 11: The comments of old Pedro fans and new Pedro fans are funny.
A/N: so we got a little back story for y/n and her friendship with Pedro and Sarah ahhhh. ay, this doesn't directly follow my last fic, but I wanted to put this out earlier. Just to let you guys know this series follows a timeline I've done so that would explain why there are dates and stuff at the beginning of each fic. That's all, Thank you!! Bye for now.
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My sweet little girl
Warnings: Fluff, soft smut?, mentions of other celebrities,
Word count: 1.3 K
Pairing: Eva Green x Fem!Reader
Special request: @wandamaximoff2823
Requests: OPEN
Prompt: Y/N goes to her first party surrounded by celebrities, amazed by her surroundings, but, with a naive soul, she is unaware that a big celebrity is trying to flirt with her.
When her girlfriend Eva finds her, I couldn't help but feel my blood boil.
[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]
The dress was tight enough to obstruct my breathing a bit, the heels hurt my feet, the makeup felt too heavy, and my hair was too still thanks to the hairspray. Ultimately, I did not feel comfortable.
But seeing my beautiful girlfriend, the great actress Eva Green, posing in front of the cameras, proud of having won her first Oscar; and, in short, I would be capable of this and more, just to see her smile from her that way
"Are you done with the photographs, miss smug?" I asked her as soon as I saw her approach me
"Yes, now I just want to get home, and receive my grand prize, because, I remind you that you owe me my prize" she took me by the waist, while she began to spread kisses on my cheeks, making me laugh
"Are you crazy, Green?" asked her former co-star and friend of her, Orlando Bloom, who came hand in hand with his wife of him, singer Katy Perry. "You just won an Oscar and you don't want to stay for the party?"
"Baby, leave her alone"
"They're right, honey, you worked very hard for that statuette, I think you deserve a break"
“But I can rest with a book…”
Suddenly, Orlando's arm rested on my girl's shoulders and he began to guide her to the exit .
"Don't worry, Y/N I'll take her to the party, you guys have fun while I keep an eye on her"
We both watched as our partners disappeared from our sight while we laughed
"Are you going to change?" the singer asked me, as we followed in the footsteps of the guys
"The truth is, we did n't plan to go to the party, so, no."
"Well, don't think I want to sound rude, but, you look like a middle - aged woman, tired even of breathing" we both made fun of her comment "come, join me , we will give you a second spectacular look"
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When we got to the party, Katy wouldn't even let me look for Eva, she just led me to a table full of celebrities, from Rihanna to Scarlett Johansson herself, who were drinking and talking gushingly.
"Hey guys, I've got fresh meat"
All eyes fell on me , and questions began to arise.
I was born in a country that these people had only heard about, I studied such an ordinary career, I grew up with ordinary friends; I never stopped being the extra of a great movie, until one day, I traveled to France, for work reasons, and one day, I got lost in the great city of Paris, until I collided with a beautiful French woman, who helped me get to my destination, of course, while stealing my heart.
So, I was new in the eyes of Hollywood, her questions were understandable.
Questions like, 'Where did you meet your girlfriend?', 'How do you feel in Hollywood?', 'How well do you and Eva get along?'
"Wow, let the poor girl breathe" Katy made me sit at the table, while putting a large glass full of liquor in front of me "Come on girl, being the couple is also tiring and you deserve a break"
They all agreed, so I took a big drink, earning myself a few screams and even a wink from Scarlett.
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Eva narrates
Orlando and his friends of him were beginning to wear me down. Even though I didn't consider myself a clingy girlfriend, I was beginning to miss my girlfriend, so, expecting an oversight from the guys, I ran out of the table to start looking for my girl.
Until I found her, by chance, dancing in the arms of Scarlett Johansson herself.
I did n't think of myself as jealous either, but seeing how another woman kept approaching Y/N, trying to touch her de ella, and even whispering things in her ear, made my blood boil.
With quick steps, I approached Y/N, startling the girl, along with the blonde next to her.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to my girlfriend."
Scarlett did n't even dare to look at me, she just let go of Y/N's waist and left, so I took Y/N's forearm from her and took her to a quieter place.
"I think it's time to go"
"Eva I…"
"Let's just go Y /N, I want to go to the hotel"
"Sure, I'm just going to say goodbye to the guys and…"
With a light squeeze on her hand, I stopped her.
"No, let's just go , please"
“It's okay”
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Arriving at the hotel, I quickly took off my shoes, while I watched as Y/N began to untie her hair, leaving her with long, silky hair.
"Why did we leave so fast ?"
"Are you going to continue to play dumb, knowing that I saw you flirt with Scarlett Johansson?"
We both started taking off our dresses.
"So what was he doing with her hands on your waist?" I began to walk until I reached behind her back
“We were just dancing”
“You know, princess, I think you have forgotten who owns you. Because, you're mine , right?
"Yes my love"
"Do you think you need a lesson?"
"Yes baby"
“Ohh, my sweet little girll”
I took her wrist, and carefully, we moved to the bed.
She, wearing nice underwear, lies down on the bed, slowly and delicately, while I sat with her chest between my legs.
With a slight movement, I took her leg, lifting it up to my face, to start kissing her calf.
"You smell so good, and you're so pretty, so pretty and all mine, you're still, and I'm all yours, right princess?"
"Yes, baby, you are mine and I am yours"
As I continued to kiss her leg, my left hand began to walk up to her lightly bra clad breast .
"Do you want it hard and rough or soft?"
"Easy, baby, I want to go slow"
"Perfect, safe word?"
“Pumpkin to increase speed and marshmallow to stop”
"Oh honey, you're so smart"
I dropped her leg, while dropping my own body next to Y/N's, to start kissing her fleshy pink lips, with all the love in the world, passionately and sensually. I carefully began to lower my lips to her jaw , her neck and her clothed breasts, making her let out a moan.
"I love listening to you"
Although, there were times when obscenity prevailed, today, I just wanted to worship her, she had endured everything from awkwardness for her wardrobe, an almost eternal ceremony, a party full of drunks, and the last thing she deserved was to endure my unnecessary jealousy .
She clothes started to get in the way of her beautiful body, so, with one hand gently holding her jaw, I had the other hand start unbuttoning her underwear.
"Eva" Y/N let out a light moan, making me stop
"What's wrong, princess?"
"Can you tie my feet?"
Y/N got up slightly, to take a long pink ribbon from the table next to the bed, surprising me a little, while making me let out a small laugh.
"Oh sure, baby. Everything is to please my sweet little girl"
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With short, unsteady breaths, we both lay down on the bed, smiles on our faces.
"That was…"
"Incredible?" I asked
“I was going to say, it was the Crème Brûlée of the night” we both laughed , as Y/N lay on my chest and I started kissing her bare shoulders “despite the little mishap with Scarlett Johansson”
"Yeah, speaking of which, I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have let my jealousy ruin our night."
"Ruin the night? Am I talking to the same woman who brought me to orgasm on more than 4 occasions?" we both laughed again
"You know what I mean, silly"
“Eva, you just have to understand that there is no one more perfect than you , my eyes cannot see beyond your beautiful face, because despite being separated, my eyes will always find that beautiful face, and my mind will always be there. cloudy of you”
Now she got up , to give me a long kiss, full of love and affection, showing with every pore of her skin, the love she has to give.
“Have they told you that you are very cheesy”
"Now you really ruined the moment"
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I am very (Y/N) about Rooster now. I really do see him exactly as the Reader x Rooster Miles Teller TikTok fangirl people do (gorgeous, strong, and golden in the sun), but, like...I want him with a pussy...and I want to be his daddy. And that is a very unique, niche energy that I can bring to Roosmav .
Obviously, the fandom stuff is still very difficult for me to navigate, but loving Rooster has made some everyday things like driving more enjoyable for me to do. I do put on Sam Hunt, Brantley Gilbert, Keith Urban (lol), country music in general - he has revived my love and appreciation for the American experience - and just wistfully daydream about my beautiful boy. I don't really feel bad about this because there are plenty (most) of the people in the Roosmav fandom who live out their crushes on Maverick/Tom Cruise through Rooster - and I love that for them, sincerely! - but I have a crush on Rooster, and I want to live out my gross dreams about him through Maverick.
And I do imagine this guy. The guy who I fell in love with from Top Gun: Maverick. I respect all other versions of Miles Teller, but I honestly don't feel too bad for specifically loving the man who captured my heart from the movie I've loved since last summer. It's like, if you love Legolas from The Lord of the Rings, I don't think you need to love Orlando Bloom's Three Musketeers character, but it doesn't mean you love Legolas any less.
This Miles. With vag. Please. My erection. MY DREAM.
#R00smav#I knew I would be unhinged about this but...like...in the complete opposite direction#Youtube
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Can you write a one shot/imagine of the reader being a Silvan elf and being a child hood friend of Legolas and them falling in love, but having to keep the relationship secret? In retrospect, that sounds really complicated, but it would be great if you could do it :)
a secret kept by the stars | legolas greenleaf x reader
REVISED on August 1st, 2022.
a/n: Anon, thank you for the request! It’s perfect! Apologies for the wait, I’ve been dealing with so much mental strain these past couple of years due to my disability and such but I feel a little more confident in my writing lately. The reader is implied fem in this one (referred to as a daughter a few times) although I tried to keep it neutral. I hope this is to your liking! <3
Elvish (Sindarin) translations are provided in the footer. Gif not mine, found on pinterest with no link to source.
This is Legolas maybe a couple centuries before the events of LOTR? And he’s 2931 during the War of the Ring (LOTR), so he’s not a lovesick tween in this lmao, both are consenting adults. Also, he is SUCH a quiet character, his dialogue is sort of hard to get a tone for in the films because there's so little of it, but I hope he's in character for everyone. <3
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summary: As a lowly daughter of Legolas’ former governess, your developed relationship with the Woodland King’s only son and heir is a path forged of risk and painstaking secrecy.
warnings: Thranduil being an overbearing father, a bit of angst mingled with the fluff
word count: 6.5K
music: Stars Are Singing by Hristo Hristov
Deep within the still air of Mirkwood’s dense gloom of vegetation, one might easily forget that spring was fast approaching over the vast regions of Middle-Earth. The only reminders of the changing seasons were the blossoms and colorful weeds pressed into the earth beneath your feet and layered within your foraging basket, seeking the warmth of the sun beneath trees woven with web and the never-fading colors of autumn.
You pitied them as they were, little promises of life eager to feel the hope of the world’s light, shunned beneath the shadows of a melancholy forest cursed with the bitterness of her King’s endless mourning. Something about their pale colors wilting back into the earth before they’d fully bloomed stirred a sense of dread deep within the hollows of your being.
Such delicate life trampled and suffocated without a chance to thrive.
However, there were places in Mirkwood’s vast reach that seemed like sealed capsules of its former glory—crooks and divots in the land that were frozen in time. In one such corner of the forest, toward the northwestern borders, was a glen of trees unlike any other. Their trunks were still wide and strong, yes, but their bark was free of rotted sap and teeming with green moss and furred vines. Their leaves were the only ones that changed with the seasons from within the borders of the wood.
In the center of this small circle of untouched trees was a waterfall that matched their reaching heights, pouring forth from a jagged crag and into a clear pool of water. Running directly from a thin stream branching from the Forest River, it was the only still pond on this side of the palace walls whose waters could be trusted to quench one’s thirst and not muddle the mind with dark confusions.
More importantly to you, it was also the only place in your homeland that offered itself as a safe haven for your most dire secrets; the secrets you kept well-guarded within your heart above all else.
Your feet soon left the promises of spring to their end as you scoured the rocks on the edge of the pond. You knelt by the cool entity, dipping your hands beneath its surface to quench the thirst that had accumulated from your solitary hike. The song of insects and toads accompanied the last yearning notes of the late evening songbirds, pleading for the sun’s last light to linger upon the crag’s private glen. Somewhere above you, a familiar voice added to the divine calls of nature.
“I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten about our evening rendezvous.”
Your gaze lifted upward into the sprawling limbs to find a pair of sapphire eyes already trained on you. The ends of white-blonde hair flicked upward on the air flowing from the little waterfall’s collision into the pond. Every time you saw the prince’s light head of hair, an image of the fresh white linens hanging from the threaded lines in the servant’s quarry was summoned in your mind.
One might think it silly, comparing the hairs on the head of royalty to the cotton fabric drying in the mountain’s underground breeze, but it wasn’t just the pristine flow of it that reminded you so. The linens in the quarry always smelled sweet and their scent even drifted into the halls beyond—in that regard, the prince’s hair was also very much alike, always smelling of a sweetness you could never quite pin.
“Legolas!” You smiled through the syllables of his name. Standing from your crouched perch over the lily pads and minnows thriving in the water, you gaped up at him. Your shock at seeing him having arrived before you was evident in your pleasant stupor. “You’re here early!”
He grinned down at you. “That is precisely what one who is late would say to those who are punctual.”
Feigning a perturbed huff, you bent down and splashed at the surface of the water in his direction. Of course you knew the short reach of your mischievous deed would not reach up into the extending limbs of the trees, but it was something about the action itself that got your point across. Leaned against the wide center trunk with all the nonchalant elegance of an elven prince, he was very obviously unintimidated by your efforts.
A brief moment of admiration settled between the two of you.
Finally, at the end of the week, after endless strict schedules and hours of painstaking work between the two of you, there was this moment of calmness shared in the presence of the boy you loved, under the shelter of a small corner of the forest that seemed to grow just for the two of you, just so you might have a place to meet and not fear prying eyes or hasty rumors.
“You were able to slip past your father earlier today?”
He shrugged. His brief glance toward the leftover autumn leaves littered around your feet told you it had not been a day of pleasant exchanges between the two of them. The smile on your lips wilted when you sensed the tension in his features, the look of recollecting something unpleasant. Had it been another argument about their obvious differences? Another barrage of patronizing lessons and expectations?
You decided to ward off the subject. These precious few hours were meant for more pleasant memories. “Have you been waiting long?”
He shook his head softly down at you, quietly admiring the fading tint of warm light offering a crown of golden warmth on your hair. He thought you the most idyllic being amongst all the beauty on the edge of the forest—with more melody to your voice than the drowsy birdsong, more calming than the lull of the sweet waters at your feet, and even more heavenly than the waking stars.
“Won’t you join me?”
Without hesitation, you approached the wide base of the tree with eagerness. You rooted the heel of your boot into the knots of the bark, flourishing your way up to him with all the ease of a woodland elf more accustomed to the gracious embrace of the branches than paths hewn of crumbling stone. When you were near enough to be reached, he offered his hand to hoist you upwards one last stretch. Of course, he knew you didn’t need any aid in your skillful climbing, but any chance to exchange the affection of touch was gratefully taken.
“Another minute longer and you might have missed the sunset altogether,” he teased.
“It’s the moonlight I prefer, anyway.” You retorted.
His tone was lightly apologetic as he said, “I believe we are without one tonight, melda.”
“But not without the stars,” you countered, redirecting his gaze to the western heavens. At this height, you were well above the drooping waterfall and given a clear vantage point beyond the crag’s corroded surface. There was a break through the line of trees there—a rarity in itself in Mirkwood, to look up and be able to see the sky above you—where the horizon was visible.
On the edge of the forest, life was still seeping in from beyond the dying border. Just upstream beyond the waterfall was the great roaring of the Forest River’s wider curves and beyond that the distant formations of the Grey Mountains. The outside world, thriving and alive, like a painting you might find on display in the village markets.
So close you could reach out and touch it, take hold of a lowly drifting cloud or taste the fresh air of a growing world. Mirkwood, your home, the forest you’d grown up in, was a beautiful forest beyond compare, even with such sadness that fed through her roots. But out there, beyond the forest, was a place you wondered might feel less constricting.
Not because the trees were tangled too tight or the thickets too full of bramble—but because the love you shared with Legolas was a secret shut into an even more confined space. Square feet of the forest that let you take refuge. Because nowhere else in the king’s domain would the daughter of his son’s modest silvan governess be allowed to embrace such unrelenting freedom. It was here, and only here, that those sapphire eyes could remain trained with your (e/c) ones with unflinching steadiness.
“The life in the forest is fading more with each passing season,” Legolas said, suddenly crestfallen. “And life beyond our borders thrives beyond us. It is as though we are stagnant while the other people of this realm change and flourish, while their customs adjust to generations.”
You looked up at him again, turning to find his expression solemn and stern. That same sense of dread you sensed when looking down at the wilting blossoms of spring fell over you. Somehow, in this moment, it felt as though Legolas were a wilting blossom seeking the light and air beyond his father’s borders.
“We are now as we have been for over two thousand years. Every day is unchanged from the one before.”
You took hold of his hand, entwining his fingers with yours gently. He peered down at the touch and rose to trace your knuckles with his free hand.
“Legolas, what happened today? Did your father say something?”
“The same speeches of detached arrogance as always, concealing himself beneath his robes and jewels, never saying what he truly means—what he feels…what his reasoning is for allowing our home to become so void of the very breath of life.”
“Why does he not share these things with you? You are his son, if there is anyone who could help him better understand himself, it is you.”
“To know why my father does not confide in me would be to know why he has no expression of compassion, even with our kin. When I press him on such matters, he only recedes further within himself…Sometimes, when I’m with him in those meetings, I no longer see the Elvenking of our great forest, but a stubborn turtle. He is hidden well within his shell, not wanting anything beyond what is already here…and if I try to help, to be a good son, the son my mother would want me to be—I—…I am met with such contempt.”
“Oh, melamin,” you murmured, winding your arms around his firm waist. Without hesitance, his arms nestled around you with an ethereal warmth you thought rivaled the heavens themselves. As he let his cheek rest against the top of your head, the linen wisps of his hair mingled with yours. That sweet, indecipherable scent filled your senses, inviting you to draw in a slow, deep breath. “One day, King Thranduil will be able to open his heart to you again, perhaps when he is not so afraid of his own heartbreak.”
“And in the meantime, I must try my best to understand him, to see my father for who I remember he was once, and not the cold-hearted king he has become.”
You leaned back enough to look into Legolas’ eyes. “It is not your duty to diminish your own pain in light of his own. You simply have to be you, Legolas. That is enough. You, his only son and heir, are enough. Ceri cin heni?”
Upon seeing the moisture gathering in his eyes, you cupped the soft skin of his cheeks. Under your tender touch, the tightness in his jaw relaxed. You felt the warm breath escape his parted lips slowly. He was cherishing every moment of this meeting, just as you were, savoring every shared sensation and vowel as if it were the last.
“Come, let us sit and enjoy the veil of night.” You offered, guiding him to sit comfortably on the widest reach of the strong limb beneath your boots.
When his legs draped over either side of the branch, you squatted before him and tucked the wayward tendrils that had fallen free from his braids behind his pointed ears. He leaned into your touch, his smile returning. The silkiness of his hair reminded you of the frail blossoms you’d plucked on your trek. “Oh!”
His eyebrows drew together upon your exclamation. He watched patiently as you unwound the leather wide strap of your basket from around your shoulders. You unbuckled the latch and tipped the basket toward him to show him what you’d collected this time (it was an unspoken tradition by now that at every meeting you offered your fair prince a gift from the forest).
“I gathered these on the way here for you. They won’t grow much more than this, so I thought I might make better use of them,” you gingerly twirled a strand of his blonde hair around your finger. “May I?”
“Be my guest, dearest melda. I shall be proud to wear a crown of weeds, as long as yours are the hands that fasten it.”
You playfully bumped him with the little basket as you stepped around him. “They’re not weeds!”
From behind, you straddled the branch in the same fashion as he but allowing yourself room enough to adjust your legs in order to reach the crown of his hair (he was, of course, a little—if not quite a bit—taller than you). You reached around and tucked the basket onto his lap. He cradled it obediently, opening the hatch to inspect the flora for himself. As your fingers began to unbind his braids with the swiftness of familiarity, he spun one of the bigger blossoms between his fingers.
“They’re wood sorrels,” you explained, “We use them in the kitchens to make those supplements you’re always forgetting to take in the mornings.”
He turned his head to the side. “How do you know when I forget them?”
You pushed the tip of your index finger into his cheek, slowly nudging him to face forward again. “Servants know more about their masters than the masters know about themselves—or at least, that is what the head healer claims. It is our job to know.”
There was a long pause that was difficult for you to discern. Was it a quiet moment of calm as he mindlessly toyed with the pink and yellow sorrels? Or had the mention of your work in the palace perturbed him? Instead of probing him again, you kept running your fingers through his hair to untangle what the day’s affairs had knotted with the wind.
When the braids were fully unwound, you pulled a wooden comb from your side pouch to reach the tangles that slipped through your fingers. Though there were hardly any to be found on his pristine head of hair, you knew he liked the rhythm of the comb’s tongs massaging his scalp. It had been this way since you were children—since long before the secret rendezvous in his father’s forests became entwined with your requited expressions of romance. For as long as you could remember, you’d been spending an hour or so most evenings combing through Legolas’ pale golden hair.
The only thing that had changed was how often you were permitted to be this close to him. As you both grew into your duties as prince and pauper, the nightly routine turned to weekly, and on the busier occasions, monthly. It hadn’t been easy to adjust to the gradual distance over the years—in fact, it wasn’t any easier now than when the lines were first being drawn between you as teenagers.
Instead of being the harmless playmate King Thranduil indulged as his son studied and grew up under your mother’s role as his appointed governess, you were now an irrelevant memory in the back of the King’s mind—some frivolous friend of his child that had grown up to become a servant herself, dissolved into the walls of his cavern palace. As far as either of you knew, Legolas’ father was oblivious to your presence still in his son’s intimate livelihood. That was how it was supposed to be—how it needed to be.
“You are not a servant to me,” Legolas finally said, “I do not fashion myself as your master.”
The comb halted in his hair abruptly. Valar above, you were glad your face was hidden from his inquisitive eyes. If it hadn’t been for the interrupted movement of the comb, he never would have known how much those words pierced and comforted all in one breath.
“But Legolas, melamin, I am a servant in your father’s halls. I am the daughter of your former governess. I am Silvan and you are—you are your father’s son. Your blood carries the grace of the Sindar…”
“But I am more than just my father’s son,” he corrected quietly, “And I—I do not want to be exalted above you, or any of our people…but especially you.”
“I did not mean it that way—”
The grip of his palm reaching back to rest on your knee comforted your rising anxieties. Just one touch told you he understood you; he understood that what he wanted or how he thought did not alter the way things were. Yearning for change did not alter what presently was.
“I know.”
Your eyes drifted down to the comb in your hands. Your thumb ran over the messy engravings you had etched into it as a child, chasing a prince through murky creek beds and once-flourishing gardens that had since turned to bare stone. A sudden stinging sensation in your eyes warned you that your heart, though loved so well, was cracking at its more fragile seams. Though you tried to swallow the rising lump in your throat, your quick sniffle was more than enough to alert Legolas of your overwhelming emotions.
“Lean on me, melda.”
His tender words brought a smile to your dampening features, tugging a faint sob from your lips. Brushing his hair over his shoulder, you leaned forward and let your forehead rest against the cool nape of his neck. The soft fabric of his tunic caught your silent tears.
You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of the forest’s edge and the steadiness of his breathing. For just a moment, you let yourself imagine that you and he were somewhere beyond the grasp of the Woodland Realm, as beautiful as it were. Somewhere that his father could not extend his power and make him feel so trapped—somewhere where kings did not rank status above love. And for an ever briefer moment, you could almost believe it.
You could believe that the smell of a late snow blowing in from the Grey Mountains might be the chill of a Rohirrim winter. You could believe that the sound of the fresh water was not a mere puddle of sacred reflections in the dying forest, but the living waters of the river Bruinen. You could even believe, just for that second, that you and Legolas were already vowed to each other.
The stillness you shared instilled such a calmness as you both grounded yourselves in each other’s presence. It was inexplicably peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that when he spoke again, the urgency in his tone nearly startled you.
“I would go with you, now, and make haste back to my father’s halls. I would have every soul, within and beyond our borders, know exactly who holds my heart. I am not ashamed. If you would but utter the words, I would make my petition known to my father that our engagement be acknowledged by his own decree.”
Instinctively, you wove your arms under his and clutched onto his shoulders from behind, hugging him to you. His free hand that did not still hold the violet sorrel rose to cover one of your hands. The beating of your heart pressed to his back gave him a measure to time his thoughts to.
“I know,” you murmured sullenly, “You would keep the moon full in the sky for me…and heal the forest of its plague. And I—I would give you a thousand nights just like this one. I would spend my life combing through your hair and fixing you crowns hewn of Mirkwood’s most delicate offerings…”
“We are both well of age, (Y/n), and I would not accept his dismissal in this matter. Even if he were to threaten to shorn me from succession—”
“He wouldn’t do that to you,”
“Or if he threatened your banishment, or your mother’s—I would take leave of this realm and make a life for us in lands more forgiving to us. Whatever it is you fear, I have vowed that nothing will alter the future we have promised to each other, and I would vow so again if there is need for you to hear it.”
He felt your grip on him tighten and the warmth of your breath grow nearer to his ear. You had nestled your chin in the crook of his neck, on the divot of his shoulder.
“He would despise me,” you stated bluntly, remorsed, “He would despise me and my mother, despite her dedication to this realm, to you—despite what she did for him by returning to her work as a governess. I cannot strip her of her reputation and take the honor of her life’s work from her. Not in that way.”
It’s all we have that’s keeping us within the palace and not out in the woodland villages, you thought. And you almost said it out loud. But Legolas knew. Without your words or whispers or suggestions, he knew.
“And as much as you detest the prideful customs of your father’s reign, you are still responsible for this realm when your era dawns upon us. It would be inexplicably selfish of me to agree to flee with you when your influence here could foster so much change—you can open our doors wide to the world, connect us again with our kin.”
In time, we can be together. In an era where there will be no repercussions for our love.
It felt like treason to speak so freely about the passing reign of elven kings when one so poignant sat with such vitality still upon his throne. Of course, there were dozens of things that Legolas’ father had done right by his people through the years—and hundreds more before your time to witness them. There were rarely ever attacks or intrusions from neighboring lands, save for the occasional drunken troop of foolish bandits.
Mirkwood didn’t receive many travelers—no one with enough sense dared tempt the risk of straying from the Old Forest Road, despite it being a shortcut to River Running and the lands beyond. The trade with Laketown was efficient and prosperous for both parties. There was not one family or person within his halls and villages without a home and bountiful pantries. There was no malice bred between elves here, no crimes or evils done to each other.
As Legolas had once said many moons back and many times since, his father was a protector of his people, loyal and devoted. However, in such fierce protection against the horrors of the world, there is also suffocation and stagnance. Exclusion and ignorance.
“King Thranduil’s reign is far from its conclusion, melda.”
Another lingerment of silence.
Your tears had dried, though you felt the clammy residue still clinging to your cheeks and neck. Hesitantly, you withdrew your grip on him slowly, ruefully. Looking out through the framed clearing in the trees, the deep blue of the night had long stretched beyond the Grey Mountains, chasing the pale pink light of the sun to another world.
The stars were brighter here in the forest’s unperturbed dark without the firelight of the Elvenking’s halls. Unchallenged in their glimmering spectacle, it felt as if they themselves were taking careful caution regarding your secret as you took shelter beneath their blanket of light. Somehow, if at all possible, you sensed in their divinity the distinct sparkle of approval among their radiance. And although you couldn’t see where Legolas’ gaze was trained, you felt for sure he was looking at them too.
“I should finish your crown, my prince,” you whispered. “It won’t be long before you’re discovered sneaking beyond the gates after curfew.”
Leaning back and drying your skin with the hem of your sleeve, you gently ran the comb through his hair one final time. “And what of you? Surely your mother must question where you go so often.”
“If she does suspect something, I trust her to keep her curiosities between us.”
“Do you think she suspects us?”
You pondered the possibility of your mother having put two and two together as your fingers parted and wove sections of golden hair with accustomed skill. Of course she had no way of knowing anymore when Legolas took leave of the palace halls or when he returned—but your schedule she knew very well. The only time you had to spare for excursions into the forest was for foraging herbs and other materials that were needed in the healer’s wing. But even then, you were accompanied by a group of other apprentices doing just the same.
In the brief hours you were free from any routine or task, you were sure it was questionable that you fled into the far reaches of the Mirkwood border for unforeseen amounts of time. It seemed only slightly foolish to assume that she, the one person who’d spent nearly every waking hour with you and Legolas from your earliest years until her gracious dismissal, would not have detected the attachment you had both developed.
“She does tease me about you sometimes when the other healers drone on about their suitors and prospects. I think some part of her senses that our connection as children was never really severed, despite your not needing a governess for many centuries now.” You managed to laugh at the idea of being found out by your mother before even the great Elvenking suspected anything was amiss—and not to mention the prospect of a very grown Legolas still being reared and tutored by your mother.
You truly felt no threat from her doting suspicions. If anyone were to ever discover this forbidden extravagance, you wanted it to be her.
But who knew for certain? Maybe your mother thought you were off seeing some human merchant too afraid to step beyond the forest’s edge and into Mirkwood’s gloom—or even bathing naked somewhere along the river, wary of prying eyes.
“Perhaps we should consider telling her,” Legolas mused, smiling to himself. A memory from his youth was stirred silently within him—an image of your mother soothing his cries as he called out for a mother he did not remember.
“You think so?”
“She has always been good at keeping secrets.”
“Oh? What kind of secrets would those be? Anything I should know?”
His laugh—which was more akin to a giggle when you thought about it—made your belly flutter with warmth. “Do you remember a time when we were only half the height we are now, when my father would still spend afternoons in the gardens with us?”
You hummed a confirmation, lips pursed as you balanced four strands of his silken hair between your fingers.
“Do you also remember that on one particular afternoon in the late summer, he wore one of his more extravagant robes? It had genuine gold thread embroidered with those tiny beryl beads. The pockets in it were deep enough to sheath one’s collection of daggers—”
“Oh, yes! I remember that robe! I told my mother the beadwork looked like blueberries; they were so pretty I wanted to eat them.”
He chuckled. “Might you also recall one particularly heinous, (h/c)-haired elleth who stuffed half of the muddied pies she’d made into those silk-lined pockets? Including the oozing ends of worms yanked up from beneath the pathway stones?”
You chortled, slapping a hand over your gaping mouth. “Valar’s grace! I forgot about that!”
“Forgot about it! How in our lifetime could you have possibly forgotten the day you single-handedly managed a squeamish yelp from the ever-poised Elvenking?”
“We were only a few centuries old! It’s been two thousand years since then, melamin.”
“Well, it should please you to know that I’ve not seen that robe outside of his chambers since that afternoon. I’m quite sure my father had it stripped and sewn with a new lining. It doesn’t smell of roots and musk anymore.”
“See, I was right in assuming he would despise me. Now all the more for my act of wrath against his wardrobe.” You reached around Legolas’ arm and plucked a handful of the sorrels from the basket. With his two side braids done, you could now poke the still stems of the small blossoms between their pleats. “I hardly see what that has to do with my mother’s secret-keeping, however.”
“Didn’t you ever wonder why you never got in trouble over that sordid ordeal?”
“I don’t know…I just assumed even your father was above imprisoning children.”
He laughed again. “I might prefer that it had been that simple. You see, you were never chastised by either of our parents not because of my father’s tolerance of children, but for one very important secret kept between myself and your mother.”
As he continued his explanation of how you’d been spared the rod of his father’s sore vanity, you began to part a larger section for the third and final half-up braid that would be centered from his brow. Though there was no moonlight to turn the lovingly woven pleats of gold to streams of silver, you hardly noticed the absence of the moon in his presence.
“Somehow amidst your zealous stupor to feed my father’s garments with rank soil, you hadn’t noticed that his attention had never wavered from me while I practiced my diction. And with your mother focused on her vocal tutoring, there hadn’t been an eye on you between the two of them. My father never even knew you had been within a foot of him that day.”
“After he’d retreated to undress and salvage the mess, I informed your mother I had slipped him some of our attempts at ‘Greenwood cobblers’, which consisted of a healthy balance of nutsedge, mud, and insect larvae. I hadn’t known then that you had added dismantled worms as a garnish. She promised not to tell my father that you had helped me in making them, hoping you would both be spared any scrutiny, seeing as cooking wasn’t one of the subjects I was being taught.”
“Your father thinks you’re the one who ruined his blueberry silks?”
“To this day. Although I hardly think he reminisces on such frivolities anymore.”
After tying the end of his braid off, you leaned forward enough to turn his cheek toward you with your hand and peck your lips to his skin gently. Teasingly, you added, “I had no idea I was so indebted to you.”
His smile was almost mischievous, a glimmer of what it had been as children. “I couldn’t very well have my father thinking my governess ill-fitted for allowing me the opportunity to experience my childhood along with my duties, or run the risk of your not being allowed to accompany her.”
“Are there any other secrets?”
“None you need be privy to as of yet,” he said.
Knowing you wouldn’t pull any such knowledge from him—only because Legolas was a hopeless tease when it came to such details, hoping to make the suspense between recollections and stories linger for your other meetings. Although he was a quiet soul, sparing with his input throughout the week, it was here when alone with you that you relished in whatever he felt compelled to say. And unknown to you, part of him knew very well that the promises and musings shared in private with your mother pertained to his attachment to you, his devotion to her daughter from an early age.
There had been so many inquiries about your wellbeing after the two of you had been forced to spend less time together as you began your studies as a healer. In fact, when your absence was felt most in the days he spent with her alone, many of their conversations had drifted back to you. As a daughter, as a friend…as a companion to the prince who he missed sorely. Words and fond curiosities were exchanged that you had never heard.
“I quite like the sourgrass,” he only half-jested, patting the limp sprigs of flora in his hair.
“Sorrels,” you corrected with a taunt, “Call them by their prettier name. I refuse to admit I’ve crowned the very Prince of Mirkwood with sourgrass.”
It wasn’t long before the toads croaking from the water below had begun to harmonize their songs of ritual and the movement of creatures within the forest stilled peacefully. It was always the late silence of the forest, apart from the sparse chirp of insects, that reminded you both that your rendezvous must come to an end. You were sure it was past midnight now. Your boots echoed a low thump as they planted firmly in the grass, followed by the more graceful landing of your fair prince.
Side by side, you both walked together far off the beaten path along the Forest River in the direction of home. Legolas only managed a few steps into your journey without the comfort of your touch. In an act so natural and tender, he reached out and wove his fingers together with yours. Those conversations carried on as you followed the sounds of the water. Beneath your boots were the same sorrels that now decorated his hair—although you were much more careful to avoid trampling them this time, taking slow steps along the forest floor.
It was hard to force yourselves to quicken your pace, to punctually reach the point of parting before the late night became an early morning. The air was now laden with a thin mist, dotting your hair and skin with its chilled kiss. With no moon to illuminate your path the fog drifting through the region was hardly visible.
When he suddenly stopped to scan the line of towering trees ahead, your heart sank in your chest. Afar off, several dozen yards away, was the flickering glimmer of the first lookout post. If you dared to test your luck beyond your current position, you’d be announcing your courtship to the guards on duty there (who undoubtedly had fixed orders to report all movement or suspicion to the captain).
“I will cross over here and head back the way I came. The guards at the front gates will be waiting for me to return before the palace doors are bolted for the night.” Legolas said. His sapphire eyes were still trained ahead, taking note of the pattern of the lookout guards’ paces. Your grip on his hand tightened subconsciously.
A remorseful smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him. “I’ll head further east to the village path, then. It’ll take me right up to the servant’s entrance. If anyone asks where I’ve been—” you reached up to pluck a sorrel from his hair, “I have an alibi.”
“I wish we did not have to part like this, melda,” he sympathized. Your gaze fell to your basket of leftover sourgrass, where you began fiddling with the latch. That nagging burning in your eyes returned as you prepared to say goodbye for another tentative bout of time.
It was only made worse when you looked up to see Legolas in the same fragile state. His tears fell first this time under the weight of the oncoming loneliness and distance. You began to undo the crown of sorrels, dropping each drooping blossom back into your basket. He toyed with a tendril of your (h/c) hair as he let you dismantle his crown.
It was better this way, to leave no evidence that you had ever been together. With no flowers in his hair, there would be no suspicion or question of how they came to be or who they were given by. The intricate braids, however, would stay until he could no longer avoid washing his hair. It was a subtle display of his love for every pair of eyes in his kingdom to see. No one would suspect that his hair had been woven by the hands of his secret beloved.
You looped the metal latch of your basket for the last time. The prince was now free of the weeds in his hair and of any evidence that a doting exchange had ever taken place.
Finally, you had the courage to look him in the eyes once more. Your vision blurred, forcing you to blink the moisture from your eyes. You sighed curtly, brushing your tears away hastily with the back of your hand. “I promise I’m not always such a blubbering mess! I do have some semblance of control when we’re apart.”
His sudden proximity siphoned the air from your lungs momentarily as his arms found their place around you. You returned his gesture, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be as close to each other as possible. Your grip on his tunic was steeled as he pressed his palm to the back of your head with such gentleness.
“I feel as if I weigh down upon you so heavily, my prince. I hadn’t meant for our evening to have been one of such melancholy. I’m so sorry—”
“(Y/n),” he leaned away, garnering your attention, “When we share our sorrows, we grow ever closer. Do not apologize for the tears we shed in the hours we spend together.”
The last few minutes you had together were spent clinging to one another in the darkness of Mirkwood. The time you were able to siphon from your lives to spend together rushed by with such finality of a river pouring across the land in an endless cycle. A kiss to your forehead told you it was time to finally part ways. You had already spent much longer together than before, pushing the limit of freedom either of you had.
“What will we do if someone questions where we’ve been—if my sorrels aren’t enough to satisfy their curiosity? What if your father inquires about your vacant hours?”
“The stars have kept our secret thus far. I believe they will continue to do so.” Legolas cupped your cheeks before drawing near to press his lips to yours. You lingered for one last moment together, tasting the sweet bitterness of your forbidden love affair. The saltiness of your tears mingled briefly before he took a breath.
One last kiss to your hair and the woodland prince was gone into the fog. He moved stealthily across a fallen beam of oak with such swiftness; it was as if there wasn’t a raging body of water rushing beneath him to fret about.
When he reached the other side, he looked back long enough to offer his most indulgent smile. It was a sense of instinctual affection that helped you smile back, despite your sorrows. With a palm to his chest that then extended outward, he offered one last gesture of devotion before turning to disappear into the shadows of the forest.
melda = beloved, dear, sweet
melamin = my love
ceri cin heni = do you understand [very rough translation]
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Pairing: Legolas x reader
Warnings: grammatical errors, mention of character's death, angst, sad,..
A/N: Probably you all know this beautiful song. I love this song even though it is sad. It inspired me to write this story. Elves live forever, right? And what if one of them (specifically Legolas) fell in love with a man?
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
At the beginning of his life, Legolas was glad that he could live forever. He lived for incredibly many years. He did not reveal his age to anyone, he kept it to himself. But if anyone looked into his wise eyes, he saw old age and sadness. Great sadness.
Years have passed. Centuries have passed. Millennia have passed. And Legolas was still here and not old.
But it was terrible. It was incredibly painful to see all his friends die. To see how they got old, and finally died. To see their descendants die. And their descendants ... and he was still here.
At first, it was his faithful friend once called Aragorn, now the revered King Elessar. He was with him as he was laying on the bed, dying slowly. He saw that he was happy. He got happy life. And Legolas had to reconcile with this.
And then Gimli. His beloved dwarf friend also left this world.
Legolas buried him at Glittering Caves. He was crying softly. He kissed the top of the grave and whispered, "You are forever in my heart."
When Legolas was really old but still young in body, he left his kingdom and went to the mountains to live.
Aragorn's descendant once visited him. He didn't even know exactly who his descendant was, but many, very many years passed after Aragorn's death. His descendants also slowly became extinct. However, this one lived.
This descendant was incredibly similar to Aragorn. With his appearance and behavior. It hurt Legolas when he saw him.
He wanted to see the famous Legolas Greenleaf, the friend of his ancient ancestor, who was very helpful to his father. In everything.
"How did you find me?" Legolas asked him.
"It was easy.. You love the mountains."
Legolas nodded silently. He was no longer the same as in the days of Aragorn. He changed. Especially in the soul.
"Legolas," he asked cautiously. "What happened to you?"
Legolas blinked sharply and sighed. It was a sad sight.
"My dear visitor, believe me, you would not want to live forever. It would destroy you. Their deaths."
"Whose death?"
"My friends," he replied.
Aragorn's descendant looked at the beautiful portrait of the young woman in the frame.
"Who's this?"
Legolas just smiled sadly.
Y / N was one of the few women that Legolas loved. They met long after the War of the Ring. She was very young, but they still fell in love.
However, Y / N was a man. She wasn't an elf. She didn't live long.
Legolas knew it, he knew it, but he married her. He loved her sincerely. She changed his life. After the death of his friends, the people he loved, he no longer believed he would find someone to love. He didn't believe he would start smiling again. To be happy.
But Y / N proved to him that it was possible.
Everything is possible.
They lived long and happily. But Y / N slowly aged.
Once at her favorite river, where she used to swim, Y / N decided on old age to at least get her feet wet. Legolas went with her. It hurt him that everything hurt her ... but human life was like that.
She was wearing a long black dress. She looked beautiful. She died in his arms, in that river.
Legolas buried her on the shore of the river.
It destroyed Legolas. They didn't even have children, although they wanted. Very much.
She just left.
When love must die!
Legolas also considered taking his own life and ending this affliction, but ... he knew Y / N wouldn't want it. She would never forgive him that.
Life must go on. And he believed he would meet her again. There must have been some justice in this world.
Forever is our today...
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||Written In The Stars||
Summary: You had met him in the forest. A meeting that left an impact on you, just as it did. Neither of you escaped unscathed from your encounter. At least your heart didn't. And after that fateful run-in, perhaps it was finally time to bring to light what was clearly written in the stars.
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None.
A/N: When I tell you I swooned at the Cinderella bit? I mean I ADORE the live action Disney remake and the dance scene is just gorgeous. Hope you enjoyed it @kililove. Also I couldn't help it! You HAVE to watch that dance to envision the last part of this fic perfectly ok?!
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The first time you met him had been a chance affair.
You had been running through the forest, wind whipping through your hair. It was quite the norm to find you racing through the trees of the forest you called home. There was just something freeing about it, with the adrenaline rushing through your body, the wind whipping through your hair, and the near endless shelter of the forest you adored with all your heart.
Lothlórien was truly a place to behold no matter the season. The leaves would dance with the wind, the trees would sing joyful tunes to the morning sun, and lullabies to the moon and stars at night. The flowers would sway in the breeze, the animals would play with no fear of being hunted or coming to any harm. If there were ever to be a place akin to Valinor in Middle-Earth, it would be your home.
As you cleared yet another obstacle in your path, you let out a laugh that echoed against the very leaves of the trees you passed. Your laugh was one of pure joy, of freedom and utter happiness. You felt like you would race off the edge of the world and even then you would keep running because who's to say the world ended there.
And perhaps it was that laugh that pulled him towards you, that compelled him to halt whatever he had been doing and his head to instead follow the sound of your laughter, echoing as you raced away.
Any other person would've dismissed it and went back to their task, but not this listener. He was curious. Curious to know who would laugh like that while racing through the trees. A laugh so full of joy in such dark times. Surely this person had only ever known joy and nothing more. Sorrow, hopelessness, loss, none of these words could ever be associated with a person with such a laugh.
Little did he know why you laughed so. He would come to know later, much later, all that you had suffered, all that you had lost, all that you would loose. But despite it all, you never lost your will to live, and live happily. Live to enjoy everything around you. From the smallest of flowers, to the grandest of trees, nature brought you a sense of joy that nothing ever had.
Well that is until you met him.
You saw him from the corner of your eyes, a figure of gold and green that ran a few paces to your right. He had given no indication for you to stop, not that you were about to. You kept running, hair flying behind you, skirts ripped to allow your legs better movement, cheeks flushed, eyes bright as you turned you gaze ahead.
For him you were something akin to a wild thing as you raced through the forest. Free and untamed, like the horses he had seen racing in the fields of Rohan. He was barely able to make out your face, and wanting to look at you properly moved to step in your path.
But you quickly evaded him, all but dancing out of his way, jumping over a fallen tree, and continuing.
And so began a little dance.
One where he would try to get you to stop, but you would always change course and dash off. You should've found it annoying, and perhaps a little alarming that an elf was chasing you. But you didn't.
In your heart of heart you somehow knew he meant no harm. You had even allowed yourself to laugh at his failed attempts, a laugh that only prompted him to increase his efforts tenfold.
And not just because he wanted to stop you. But because if his attempts would make you laugh so, then he would gladly do so over and over.
Just to hear that sweet sound again.
Perhaps Lothlórien had traces of old magic left, something that was effecting his mind.
As he rounded a large tree, intent on stopping you once more, he skidded to a halt at the sight that greeted him.
You stood at the very edge of a cliff, your back to him, gazing out at the near endless landscape as it sprawled in front of you. The setting sun cast the last of it's warm glow, the wind blowing softly, prompting you to inhale deeply, closing your eyes, and holding out your arms at your sides. Almost as if you were embracing the very beauty of the nature around you.
He stood a few paces behind you. The very scene would remain with him till the end of days was something akin to ethereal. For him, everything in that moment was just that, ethereal. But none more so then you.
He had no idea who you were. For all he knew, you could be a mirage created from the very deepest recesses of his heart. What he did know, was that the moment he had heard your laugh, before he had even laid eyes on you, he had begun to feel his soul slip away from him.
And when you finally, finally, turned your head ever so slightly to look at him over your shoulder, he felt the very essence of his soul, his fëa, leave him to bind itself to you forever.
While he struggled to keep his composure, given how intense the moment was for him, you couldn't help but wander if perhaps your heart was beating so fast because you had just been running, or because it was beating so fast that it was trying to tell you something.
To tell you that the elf who had run after you and beside you, was the other half of your fëa.
Neither of you spoke a word, not as the sun disappeared and the stars peeked out. Not as the forest around you began to come alive with the creatures of the night. Not even when the moon shone down, bathing her cold yet somehow gentle glow on the both of you.
You were each lost. Lost in each other. It was almost as if you could read his heart and mind, and he could do the same to you. You could see his bravery, his loyalty, his kindness, his weaknesses and strength. And him? He could see your empathy, your joy, your devotion, your fears and resilience.
You were the one to make the first move. One step forward. A movement that he matched. One foot in front of the other, the wind blowing softly, pushing your hair back from your faces, the moonlight allowing your elvish features to glow in the dark. You were both only three feet away.
Two.
One.
A brief pause where you were almost nose to nose, your eyes never leaving the other's.
Intense.
Wanting.
Passionate.
Adoration.
Heated.
How were you able to convey all that and more with just that one look, you had no idea.
But then it was over.
You walked past him, slowly picking up speed, until you were running once more.
And this time, he did not follow.
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You never forgot him.
He never forgot you.
You knew him by name, he was a Prince after all, and a member of the Fellowship.
All he knew about you, was the color of your hair, how expressive your eyes had been, and how, in his eyes, you were the very image of perfection.
He did not follow you that night. Not when he could not make any promises. Not when he had a mission to see to.
Legolas had often wandered what awaited him beyond the destroying of the ring, should he survive. He had no desire to go back home. And while he had made plans to travel Middle-Earth with Gimli once Aragorn was King, it never felt right in his heart.
And as he walked out of the Citadel, where the newly crowned Aragorn, and his Queen Arwen, were dancing so joyfully, he began to envision his own mysterious lady. The one he had met in Lothlórien.
The Lady.
Who was never far from his thoughts.
Who occupied his heart.
Who held his entire soul and had no inclination of it.
He could still picture her so clearly in his mind, he mused as he walked past the blooming tree in the middle of the courtyard.
You standing there at the edge of the cliff. Unconsciously his gaze lifted to the very end of the walkway along which he strolled.
An elleth with y/h/c hair, strangely the same color the figure standing at the end of the walkway possessed.
A figure, dressed in a blue dress, a color that reminded him of open skies during the day and the twinkling stars at night.
.
.
.
.
He stopped.
His eyes widened.
His heart quickened.
His fëa rejoiced.
His feet catapulted him forward.
The figure had her arms open. And while the last time those arms had been open to embrace nature, this time they were open to embrace him.
And while the last time the both of you had walked past one another, wanting, no yearning, for the other, this time it was different.
You watched him dash closer, you stumbled a few steps forward, until finally, you had him in your arms.
Neither of you knew how long you stood there for. Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years. Eons.
It was all the same.
"It would seem our meeting was written in the stars." His voice was low and gentle, prompting a warmth to race through your entire body as you hummed in agreement.
"The stars in my dreams were the ones who told me to come find you tonight." You responded, a dream you had had not so long ago coming to the forefront of your mind. "I was flying. On a Star. And it told me it would take me to you."
He joined your laughter, the both of you still holding each other close. Now though, he pulled back so he could look at you, his arms still wrapped around your waist, while yours laid over his shoulders.
"And here you are." He whispered, his gaze searching yours.
You gave a nod and a smile. "Here I am." You reassured him, leaning to press your forehead against his.
The music from the open door of the Citadel was perhaps what compelled him to lean back slightly. While your arms dropped to the side, one of his hands never left your back.
Your eyes never broke their intense stare as the both of you, slowly, began to dance to the song filtering from the Citadel.
You danced, and you danced, and you danced.
Your need to be close to him over-powered all else. His need to touch you overtook any sense of decorum he had.
Neither of you spoke a word, and yet you didn't think anything needed to be said. Not when your eyes spoke for you. Not when your Fëa sang to one another.
You were sure of what you felt for him, and he was sure that his heart belonged to you.
And as the new dawn greeted you with her warm glow, you finally allowed your eyes to close, an act he mirrored.
Before sealing that unspoken promise to never leave each other with a kiss that was more binding and irrevocable, then any vow a living being could make.
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as you know i've been thristing over legolas lately 🙊 so i thought of requesting something cute with him, if you don't mind writing it ofcourse, maybe he and y/n got lost in the woods and y/n is freaking out cause it's like her biggest fear actually happening but legolas so chill and is secretly happy cause it means he gets to spend more time with her, you can take it from here or develop it however you like 💕✨ thank you again love 😻
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Taur-o Thilivern Lie
Characters: Legolas x Reader
Warnings: Arachnophobia?, mention of blood,Sugar Rush Inducing Fluff that makes our local elf dad want to puke
Summary: Legolas and Y/N get lost in the woods one is praying for time to go faster, the other to go slow....
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Taur-o Thilivern Lie ; Elvish for The Woods of White Lies
“Legolas.....”
“Y/N.....”
“We are lost aren’t we ?”
“.........Yes........”
The duo stood there in silence,only the cawing of a raven echoing in the background as the elven prince watched the woman turn stiff as a board. Not even a second later Y/N started walking in circles before stopping infront of the prince and looked him straight in the eye. “D-Don’t worry Legolas I’ll get us out of here”, she said puffing her chest as the her voice betrayed her actions.
Legolas did not say much he just nodded and walked behind Y/N who was stopping every two minutes of their walk. Well at least not until they reached a very dark and damp part of the forest.
“Oh must be where the huge spider lives”,Legolas unconciously let the words slip his mouth.
“SPIDERS !?”
“Yes-”, his words were cut off as Y/N bolted across the trees screaming with no heed to the direction she was going in.
“Y/N !”, Legolas yelled as he ran behind her a layer of raw worry painting across himself “Y/N stop you are going to hurt yourself !”, he yelled as that’s exactly what happened.
The ground beneath Y/N’s feet sloped and she toppled rolling down a small heap. The ellon ran towards her as he reached out for her arm but ended up getting pulled into a hug.
Y/N’s face was buried into his chest as he froze. Her shoulders were shaking and his tunic felt wetter by every second. If this was a different scenario then Legolas would have died blushing but currently he was too concerned.
“Y/N ? Y/N are you crying? Valar did I do something ! I’m-”
“You idiot !”, she cried bringing herself to face him. Her face covered with tears and snot which everyone else would have taught was disgusting but not to Legolas. "I thought we're going to die! I like you so much I don' wanna die so soon! I'm scared of spiders", she wailed incoherenty, bringing her head back into his chest unaware of the words that left her mouth in the panic.
Legolas wouldn't lie, he was enjoying the feeling of the girl in buried into his chest way and her words too much, as he wrapped his arms around her as he lightly scolding her, " That is why you must stick close to me Y/N! This forest is full of dangers and you are not well aware of that yet ! "
It was true. Y/N had never been to the forest. It had been new to her and now she is clinging into the the tunic of the Prince of Elves. "I'm sorry..... ", she whined, her voice muffling into his chest. Her head still buried into his chest, the prince decided to say, " Oh Valar! A spider! " to which the girl let out a ear piercing screech as she tried running out of his arms, her eyes still closed. "LEGOLAS!!"
He let out a loud laugh as he grabbed her waist and kept her in position, from running away. Her back was now rested on his chest, her head under his chin as he coaxed her to open her eyes. "Hey shh shhh, I was joking okay, open your eyes! Look! ...", and she did did as he said.
There lay a beautiful clearing in front of them, blue and orange flowers littered everywhere as the now setting sun shone upon them giving them a beautiful hue. Y/N's tears had dried replaced by the smile on her face as she sighed happily at the scene playing in front of her. "It's so beautiful..... ". Legolas looked at her, he had forgotten about the flowers "Cin are limb more" (You are much more)he mumbled. His words not reaching her ears.
Neither of them knew how much time passed by as the two sat on the grassy patch unaware of their seating position until Y/N snapped out of the trance standing up abruptly, her face flustered. "W-we should try finding our way back! It's getting darker." Legolas didn't notice his face twist. He looked like a kicked puppy whose owner wouldn't give him pats well , at least until there was a rustle from the bushes nearby. He got up in one swift motion pulling Y/N behind him and his bow and arrow in his hand, waiting for whatever was in the bushes to come out.
Rustle!
"Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N?"
"Haldir!?", the two looked at the march warden in disbelief.
"Haldir!" Y/N ran towards him and held his hand. "Thank god you're here we got lost!"
"Lost ?", the marchwarden questioned his eyebrow lifting as he glanced at the prince behind the lady who had patted his index finger on his own lip.
The horses galloped back to the palace Legolas sported an idiotic smile on his face and a very tired and asleep Y/N leaned on his chest as they rode along with Haldir.
"Since when does the prince who spent almost every day of his childhood in those woods get lost? ", Haldir asked playfully.
"Hollen or-" (shut up) mumbled the other. Still unable to wipe the grin off his face "I got confused.... ", he reasoned.
"Whatever you say..... ", Haldir chucked. " Well, it isn't called Taur-o Thilivern Lie for nothing ", he countinued.
"Indeed... ", Legit said in a good mood, for now he was sure he really wanted you...
--The End--
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Prompt n26 - "it's like a real date,"
You took a deep breath in as you enjoyed the quiet view of Rohan. Legolas by your side, he quietly rebraided a strand of his hair, it seemed like his mind was elsewhere though.
Your eyes were trailed to the horizon, but with each passing second, you felt his stare grow stronger on you.
"Stop staring at me." You giggled, finally turning your stare to him.
"Why? You're beautiful." You blushed at his words, sighing before wrapping your hand with his. "You're a nice view."
"Well thank you." You smiled, looking from him to the sky.
"Do you realize this is the most quiet we've had since we got together?"
"Yeah, it's like a real date" You smiled a bit at the thought.
"Will you take me on a real date when we get back to Mirkwood?"
"Everyday."
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warning(s): cursing, failed relationship, throwing things out of anger
synopsis: (y/n) and dream met through a mutual friend and their own friendship begins to blossom on its own. they start talking more and more and the feelings they have for one another grows so much more than either of them imagined. but as they stream together, they realize how much hate they’ve started to get and rethink whether or not they should be together or not.
looking back on it, meeting dream was one of the best days of your life. that day, your friend, sapnap, had introduced you to one of his friends and from that day forward, a beautiful relationship bloomed. not a single one of either of your viewers knew you two had become friends and it was nice; keeping something to yourself from a whole community that knew almost everything about you. you both went from talking every once in a while, to every week, to every other day, to almost all day, everyday. you grew to know pretty much everything about each other, where he grew up, how his childhood was like, everything from his favorite color to what he feared the most. and as you got to know him more, your feelings for him just grew so much more than you had ever imagined. and you hoped he felt the same way about you.
when he asked you if you wanted to facetime, you were shocked. you guys were only ever either in a discord call, regular call, or texting. granted it had been about 7 months since you both became friends, but you didn’t need to know what he looks like. you like him for the person he is, how caring and attentive he is to his friends, how witty his personality is and how cocky and confident he is. you like him for the passion he has in his heart for the people and things he loves. you never had to see his face to know these things about him. but because you knew this was a big step in your friendship, you accepted. him even asking you to facetime meant so much to you.
he called you with his phone facing the ceiling and you had propped up yours so your upper body was on full display. “clay, you know you don’t have to show me your face? if you’re not ready to, you don’t have to.” you told him. “i’m more than ready to show you what i look like, (y/n). you’re an important person in my life and i want to show you.” he replied. “okay.. if you’re really sure. i just hope you know that whatever you look like, it will not change my opinion of you.” you assured him. “i know, (y/n).” he chuckled. “which is how i know i’m ready to show you.” you smiled. your heart warmed knowing that he trusts you this much. “whenever you’re ready, clay.” you said. “close your eyes,” he said. you did what he asked of you and you heard shuffling. he let out a breath, grabbed his phone and propped it up so you could see his face.
“you can open your eyes now.” he said. you slowly opened your eyes and your breath got caught in your throat as you fully saw him. “wow..” you whispered, still examining his face. “you’re really pretty, clay.” he started blushing and said, “stop staring, you’re just going to fall in love with me.” laughing a bit. you started blushing too and looked away. both your reasons for blushing may have been different, but you knew you were blushing because what he said was true.
for the rest of the night you both stayed up until 3am talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other more than you already did.
the day you both streamed together was about 4 months later. the internet went crazy. your viewers and his had absolutely no idea you two had known each other but they saw the way you two talked to each other; they knew you sounded like you were talking to your soulmate. you didn’t have to watch what you said, you laughed out to your hearts content, you both teased each other in such a flirtatious manner that it didn’t take them long to start thinking you guys were in a relationship.
but with the people who supported you, there were twice as many people who hated the idea of you two together. at first it was bearable, neither of you cared about the hate because you were happy with where you both were with each other. clay was confident that you felt the same way about him that he had for you. he fell in love with you and you knew you had fallen in love with him too.
a few weeks after your first stream together, he asked you if you wanted to fly to florida to meet him in person and you immediately said yes. you started packing your bags and by next week, you were on your way to meet the guy of your dreams.
when you landed, he was already there waiting for you and when you got to baggage claim you saw him and immediately recognized him. you ran up to him and gave him the tightest hug ever; you were finally in his arms. the height difference was evident and he had to lean down a bit to hug you but he felt so content with you being there, in his arms.
“you’re really here..” he whispered. “i’m here, clay. i’m here.” you assured. tears started slowly falling down your face and you buried your face deeper into his chest, taking in the warmth that was filling you. clay started crying too, thinking how lucky he was to be able to hold you close to him.
the day after you flew in was the one year mark of you two becoming friends so you went out to celebrate. throughout the day you guys reminisced back to the nights you both stayed up till the sun rose just talking and created new memories as you adventured through orlando. when it was around 3pm clay drove you to the beach to witness the sunset and you arrived just when the sun was kissing the water. you looked around the beach and saw no one but a beautiful set up with roses on the sand. you looked at clay with a surprised expression, he smiled, took your hand and lead you to where the roses laid. he brought you to stand in the middle of it and took both your hands in his,
“(y/n), when sapnap introduced us i never knew you would be such an important person in my life and i couldn’t be more grateful for you. you have helped me through my darkest times, celebrated with me in my happiest, been patient with me when i was being insufferable, stood by me during the most boring days and acted like you were having a blast when it was only just us talking. you’ve shown me that i can let myself be who i am without caring what any other person had to say about me. there’s so many words that i can’t put together right now because that’s how you make me feel. you make me feel so nervous when i’m around you and all the words in my head just get mixed up and i never know what to say. but i do know that right now, i’m trying to ask you on a date. so (y/n), will you go on a date with me?” by the time he was done with his speech you were close to tears. “of course i’ll go on a date with you clay.”
the night of your date had been the most magical night of your life. in the day you both went to disneyworld and at night he brought you to a hill top to, once again, watch the sunset while you both ate dinner on the hood of the rental car he got. everything was so perfect, it was the best date you’ve ever went on.
he was an absolute gentleman, not letting you pay for your things, opening the door for you, pulling you closer to him when someone got too close to you, treating you like you were a princess and you couldn’t have asked for a better guy to be with.
after you both finished your dinner you just laid down on the hood of the car and stared at the stars, talking about a future you wish had come true. that night you shared a kiss that would be remembered through the horrid months to come.
the day you left orlando, you didn’t think it would be the last time you ever saw clay in person. when you got home you talked like normal, already speaking about a second date the next time either you or he visited. you both missed each other like crazy and you believed you would see each other very soon.
you streamed together more often and no one was blind to the smitten words you both shared, to the adoration dripping in your voices. so many people hated it and you never understood why, was it because they thought you weren’t good enough for him? because they were so protective over him? did they just hate you? so many questions filled your mind when your phone ringing brought you out of it. you reached for your phone and saw that clay wanted to facetime. you answered with a smile on your face, “hi clay!” but it soon dropped when you saw the solemn look that fell upon his. “is everything okay?” you asked. he sighed and said, “we need to talk.”
and everything fell apart.
the next words that came out of his mouth broke your heart. “i don’t think we should continue dating, or maybe even being friends.” you could feel the tears pricking your eyes as you looked around your room, trying to understand why this would come up all the sudden. “what do you mean?” you asked, slightly laughing hoping he was playing some sick joke on you. but when you kept looking at his serious face, you understood he wasn’t and your tears finally fell. he looked at you and his eyes glossed over.
it hurt him knowing he was hurting you; the most important person in his life, the person he believed he would get married to and grow old with, the person he stayed up, losing sleep for just to get to know because you were worth that and a million more.
“i know you see all the hate we’re getting. and that’s only us streaming together. what happens when they find out we went on a date or if we do start dating, what would the fans say?” he said, no longer looking at you through his screen. “why do you care about what they’ll say about us?” you whispered. “look at me, please.” he slowly looked back at the screen to see your face full of tears and that’s what finally broke him.
“our fans. they hate seeing us together, we can’t disappoint them. we can’t dissatisfy them. i know your fans mean the world to you and mine mean the world to me too.” he said, wiping his tears away, wishing he could just wipe yours, kiss your cheek and tell you everything would be okay. “but we can make it work, we won’t stream together as much or at all anymore. we can be like how we were before they knew we were friends! we can make it work clay..” you said. he started getting frustrated, just wanting this to be over with so he didn’t have to see you so hurt anymore.
“i can’t keep going on with my fans hating the relationship i’m in (y/n)! i can’t keep seeing my fans hate you because of me! i can’t keep making my fans mad at me because i have a stupid little crush on you!” he raised his voice. the last sentence hurting you more than anything. and he saw that in your facial expression, immediately regretting it.
“no, (y/n). i- i didn’t mean it like tha-” you cut him off. “a stupid little crush? is that all i was to you clay? a stupid little crush? so what, that whole year we spent getting to know each other was you just having a stupid little crush on me? you asking me to fly to forida to meet you, was that you just having a stupid little crush on me? me actually flying all the way to florida to meet you, did you think i just had a stupid little crush on you? did you think me saying yes to going on a date with you was me just having a stupid little crush? what, did that date mean nothing to you? did that kiss mean nothing? did you not mean anything you said to me the night you asked me on that date? because i meant every single thing i said to you clay. you’ve impacted my life so much in such a good way, but i guess you didn’t feel the same way. was i just a joke? just someone to play with while you were bored?” you asked, not wanting to believe what he was saying.
“no, that’s not what i meant.” he sighed. “then why can’t we work things out!? i don’t understand, clay. if you really did mean everything you told me on that beach then why aren’t you trying harder for us?” you asked, disappointment dripping through your voice. “because i just don’t think we’d work out okay!” he yelled at you. neither of you spoke, just looking at each other. he saw the nasty glare and look of hurt wash over your face. “that’s all you needed to tell me.” you whispered.
you hung up and as soon as the call was disconnected you sobbed. you cried your eyes out. the guy you were in love with made you believe he wasn’t in love with you. you were absolutely devastated and you didn’t know if you’d ever be as happy as you were with him.
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in florida, sat a man with his phone clutched in his hands, tears streaming down his face that didn’t look like they would stop anytime soon. he whispered, “what have i done?” he screamed, he threw things, broke picture frames, punched the wall. but doing all those things would never bring you back to him.
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(y/n): hey everyone! i think i’m going to take a break from streaming and all social media for a few months. i don’t really want to go into detail right now but maybe if i come back i’ll explain everything. until then i hope all of you stay healthy and hopefully i come back eventually, i love you all :]
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The softness of men
Orlando bloom x reader
Warnings: ABO, set on the set of the hobbit, light swearing, intimate, anxiety and depression, some body shaming, age gap, Soft daddy dom
The director yelled cut and you jumped a little before sitting on the spot and sighing. You were tired, ready for a ten hour sleep and donuts. You laid back not caring about the hard board under your back.
“Annuneth?” You groaned at your characters name and glanced to Orlando.
“Leave me alone I’m dead” you said lying your head back down.
“You look alive to me” the alpha chuckled making you huff.
“My spirit is in my bed with my soft blankets and many pillows” you said making a flutter movement with your hand before letting it drop back on your stomach. You had your eyes closed, a frown on your brow as the alpha shuffled and grunted slightly as he sat beside you. You opened your eyes seeing he had actually lied down beside you, hands rested on his stomach as he sighed. Both of your hair had sprawled out beneath you no doubt ruining the elf hairstyle.
“How far is the hotel from here?” You asked dreading having to get up.
“Ten minute drive” Orlando answered making you sigh.
“Stuff it I’m taking this elf shit with me” you sat sitting up slowly making him laugh.
“This elf shit will get you in trouble if you don’t take it off” he sat up also making you huff. He looked so different as Legolas, it was strange seeing him as his character, but out of character.
“I’m afraid you’ve been summoned to be de-elfed” Ian called making chuckle.
“Come on” Orlando stood up and offered his hand. You shook your head standing on your own feeling like a hundred years old.
“How do you have energy?” You asked the alpha as you walked to makeup.
“I don’t” he chuckled and you scoffed lightly.
“Sure you don’t” you rolled your eyes lightly as he held the door open for you.
You sighed sitting in the chair as Grace came over to remove your wig and makeup.
“I hate wigs” you grumbled and she laughed.
“I know you do, you tell me everyday” she said wiping the makeup off your face.
“Actually twice a day” she corrected making you chuckle.
“Three times I think grace, at lunch she complains about it too” Orlando spoke up making you glare at him through the mirror.
“Hm I think your right” the beta agreed grinning at you.
“You’re siding with him? Thought you were my friend” you said pouting slightly.
“I am your friend, however the prince is right” she chuckled making you huff and Orlando smirk.
“Royal elves are always right” he said making you roll your eyes.
After your makeup and costume was taken off you were happy to get back into shorts and a baggy shirt, with your comfortable sneakers. Orlando was taking you to and from set, to the hotel and back while here, you didn’t have your license, it always scared you to drive. Your phone began to rang, you huffed a little awkwardly holding your bag and answered.
“Hi mum” you said yawning.
“Hello! How was your day?” She asked and you hummed.
“Tiring?” She chuckled and you nodded even though she couldn’t see you.
“Yes, I’m free to go back to the hotel bed though” you said as someone tapped your shoulder making you jump.
“You bastard!” You yelled as Orlando burst out laughing and your mum gasped.
“Sorry mum sorry” you said.
“Is that Orlando?” She asked and you nodded as he came closer, you huffed holding the phone up and turning it on speaker.
“Hi mum” he said still laughing.
“Stop scaring my daughter” she snapped jokingly.
“Apologies Mrs Y/l/n” he said formally.
“Apology accepted” she said making you groan.
“And I’m leaving” you muttered ready to hang up.
“I’m messing with you, have a safe drive and don’t forget to eat!” She said firmly making you smile.
“Yes mum, love you” you said.
“Love you too, take care of her Orlando!” She said before hanging up. You smiled missing her greatly, but it was apart of the job you supposed.
“Too tired to make food” you thought.
“Shall we get takeaway again?” He chuckled.
“I can’t cook ok!” You huffed at him.
“I know” he grinned as you walked to his car.
“Actually I can cook thank you, I choose not too” you said making him shake his head as he unlocked the car.
You sighed a little as you sat down finally in the comfortable seats. You didn’t speak Along the way, the hotel had a small diner down on the first floor that did easy takeaway for customers.
You followed Orlando to the diner and ordered some food before sitting on one of the waiting seats. The alpha sat next to you as you yawned and sighed leaning back into the chair.
“Don’t fall asleep on me” you felt Orlando nudge you gently and you hummed.
“Not asleep” you muttered yawning as the waitress called your names.
You sighed taking the warm food and heading to the elevator. You wanted to be in bed so bad, with warm blankets and soft covers.
“What’re you smiling about?” The alpha asked.
“My bed” you grinned and he chuckled shaking his head as the elevator dinged and stopped.
“Remember to eat” Orlando said as you made a beeline to your room.
“Maybe!” You called and he sighed following you.
“Y/n” he said and you sighed turning to him.
“Eat” he said making you mock him. He couldn’t keep a straight face as you smirked in victory.
“Goodnight” he said.
“Night elf man” you said opening your door.
You sighed as you closed the door and leant against it. You shrugged off your bags and laid down the food on the small table before turning the lights on.
“Shower” you muttered heading towards the bathroom.
The warm water was soothing on your aching muscles, you sighed and stood there for a while. You thought back on todays scenes and flushed a bit. Working with Orlando and everyone was great, you loved them all, just the elf prince was getting a little to into your daily thoughts. You put on a act of tough and playful, almost like an annoying little sister. But that even today made your mind go blank for a good hour.
“Alright let’s go!” The director called and you gulped a bit fiddling with your belt that sat funny.
“Right Annuneth” the director said as you began your lines. You were sneaking near the gates of Mirkwood, when Legolas laid a hand on your mouth and an arm tightly over your middle. You muttered and mumbled against the hand as you struggled against the elf before huffing in defeat.
“Give me one good reason as to why you’re here” the prince said making you mumbled against his hand. A dagger was placed at your throat while his hand moved to let you speak.
“Warm welcome” you scoffed earning the blade prickling your neck.
“I am trying to sneak past your little gates” you huffed heart pounding. You were struggling to keep in character, Orlando had you right against him, arm around your shoulders, the other holding a blade to your neck. You were panting a bit too harshly as you awaited his lines.
“Why?” He demanded.
“None of your business!” You snapped voice shaking lightly. The director frowned slightly as you cleared your throat softly and continued. Your heart felt like it was drumming in your ears, you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke, though his hold was gently, his muscles were tensed to make it seem like he was using force. You didn’t realise it was your turn for line as the director yelled.
“You alright?” Orlando’s voice was soft and you gulped and nodded.
“Again!” The director called.
You cursed yourself as you stepped out the shower and dried off.
You went to your room and dressed for bed before lying on it. You sighed flicking the lamp off and squirmed your way under the covers. You forgot about a food, Orlando was clouding your mind.
You awoke to a knock at your door and groaned slowly getting up. You trudged to the door and opened it seeing a fresh Orlando.
“Go away” you grumbled yawning.
“Good morning to you too” he chuckled as you huffed.
“We’re on a time schedule” he added and you glanced to the clock sighing.
“I need clothes” you muttered going back to your room to dress properly for the day.
You brushed your hair and got ready before coming back out. The alpha stood with his arms crossed by the table as you saw the full box of now cold dinner.
“Didn’t eat” he said making you gulp.
“To be fair I was exhausted” you said checking if it was any good.
“See it’s fine I’ll heat it up tonight” you said putting it in the fridge.
“I’ll get food now!” You said seeing his face.
At the set you sighed as you were put into costume and ready on set. The air was fresh outside, just a little cold but it didn’t matter, you would heat up in all these layers.
It was back to the scene from yesterday, you kept it together well before he let you go.
“Thank you” you huffed a bit adjusting yourself.
“I’m not going into your city I’m passing” you said like he was five.
“We’ll see” he said making you frown. You rolled your eyes and continued your walk. Legolas was following your character the whole way she walked to the next town.
“Is there a reason you have stalked me here?” You turned to him. Orlando broke though as you tilted your head, he cracked a smile and chuckle making you frown.
“What?” You asked confused as he laughed.
Others around you began to laugh making you confused and self conscious.
“What!” You said huffing a bit.
“You’ve got a big black mark smudged across your nose” the man chuckled making you frown and glanced to your hands. There was black on them from grabbing something.
“Why me” you huffed and laughed a little. Orlando stepped forward with a wipe he took from a crew member. You frowned slightly as he wiped your nose gently a smile on his face. You stared at him thankful for the large amount of makeup you wore to hide your blush. His eyes met yours looking like he took action without thought till now.
“There” he muttered lowering his hand as you sucked in a breath quietly. You thanked him quietly and he nodded as a makeup crew member fixed your makeup. You muttered a thank you to them before you continued with your scene. Lunch time took an eternity, you were lying on a blanket on the grass, phone in hand before someone came over.
“Food for the princess” you sat up as the voice spoke and frowned as Orlando handed you some food.
“Because you didn’t eat last night it’s now my duty to make sure you eat” he said sitting by you making you chuckle and thank him.
“Your service is appreciated” you said beginning to eat.
You ate in silence listening to the crew talk amongst themselves. The sun was bright and you were already heated up from this mornings acting. After lunch the clouds began to go dark, the sky suddenly rumbled making you jump as rain began to patter down. You rushed to cover with Orlando laughing a bit as it began to pour. You helped get things under cover and put up some tents. You were soaking wet though, shivering as you stood by Orlando who was soaking also.
“Well then” you said and he chuckled.
“Blankets!” Someone called and you perked up.
“I’ll get them” The alpha said and you nodded.
Orlando returned wrapping you in a blanket making you sigh contently.
“They’re not soft” you whined feeling the texture and he laughed.
“No they’re not” he agreed as you huffed. The rumbled continued as everyone began to pack up, the storm was unexpected.
You were cold and wet as you entered the hotel with Orlando.
“I hate rain” you muttered shivering furiously as you went to the elevator.
“Have a warm shower, get some dry clothes on” he said as he walked you to your room.
“You too, you’re shaking” you said and he nodded.
“I’ll be back later with dinner ok?” He said and you chuckled but nodded.
“See you then” he said going to his room.
You went to the shower quickly, peeled off your wet clothes and went into the warm shower. You sighed loudly and closed your eyes as warmth filled your body. You could hear the rumbling still as the storm continued.
You dressed in PJS and sat on the couch with a soft blanket wrapped around you along with your quilt. You watched the news, not really paying attention when a knock came. You didn’t want to move from your little cozy spot but did huffing a bit. Orlando stood there with food in his hand and a smile. You said nothing as you let him in and turned the TV off.
“Did I interrupt your cozy nest?” He chuckled seeing your pile of blankets on the couch.
“Yes in fact you did” you said making him chuckle again.
You sat at the table with him and thanked for him for bringing dinner to you.
You ate in a comfortable silence before finishing. You sat for a bit before you spoke.
“Want to play a game?” You asked and he frowned.
“You brought games?” He asked and you huffed.
“No they were already here” you said getting up and going to the cupboard.
“Some cards, guess who, chess, uh scrabble?” You said glancing back to him.
“Chess” he said and you nodded grabbing it. You brought it to the table and sat down before opening the box.
“If I remember how to play” you muttered to yourself setting out the boards.
“Couldn’t you pick scrabble or something? I don’t remember the moves” you huffed and he laughed setting up his side.
“I’ll teach you” he said.
It was easier to play once you knew what to do, it was difficult to play against him though, you’d move the wrong way or loose all your little pawns.
“I don’t like this game” you muttered after loosing once again. Orlando laughed throwing his head back a bit making you huff.
“It’s easier when you know how to play properly” he said.
“It’s easier if it lives in that cupboard till I die” you shrugged. The alpha laughed shaking his head as he helped you pack up.
“Ill get going, make sure to get some sleep and wake up” he said as you followed him to the door.
“When did you turn into my mum?” You asked and he scoffed lightly.
“When you entered on auditions” he said turning to you.
You thought back to auditions, you were so nervous and scared, hands shaking. Your mum was outside waiting while the other actors sat down there, calm on the outside. You knew them by popularity, how you even got a shot at this audition was unknown yet here you were.
“Nervous?” A voice said by you softly and you frowned looking to the person. Orlando Bloom, well known for different roles, it was kind of scary meeting him. You simply nodded fiddling with your paper.
“It’s my first time” you muttered and he hummed.
“Just take a deep a breath” he said his voice so smooth and gentle. You did and he followed you, holding it a couple of seconds before letting it out.
“You’ll do great” he grinned bumping your shoulder gently with his.
“That was ages ago” you muttered and he hummed.
“You didn’t even know me! How can you turn into my mum then?” You huffed arms crossed as he chuckled.
“Little girl far from home, taking her shot at a big dream” he tilted his head slightly as he spoke.
“Everyone needs a hand to hold” he shrugged.
“Even I did” he said and you doubted.
“Well I’m perfectly capable now” you stated.
“If you say so sweetheart” he chuckled and you froze for a split second.
“Goodnight” he said a slight frown on his face.
“Night” you muttered as he left.
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