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| Smut - * | Fluff - <3 | Angst - ★ | Personal fave -🌹 |
A/N: I will be rebranding all this soon and sorting it out so bear with the mess for now.
• Naruto •
Tobirama Senju
Tobirama Senju X Reader <3
Here For You ★ <3
Fire Which Didn't Burn ★🌹
Jealous Headcanons
Too Late ★
Confession Headcanons <3
Kakashi Hatake
Kakashi Hatake x Reader *
Unexpected <3
Home <3 🌹
Rock Lee
Rock Lee x Reader <3
• Genshin Impact •
Zhongli
'Please wait for me a little longer'★
Under The Glaze Lilly's Glow <3 🌹
Soft rambles <3
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Kamisato Ayato
Rocky beginnings <3
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Kazuha
Dino doodles <3
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Xiao
Mundane Things - HCs <3 🌹
Tighnari
Flower Stems- HCS <3
Marine biology <3
Taking care of your sister <3
Cyno
Taking care of your sister <3
Al-Haitham
Taking care of your sister <3
• Attack on Titan
Levi Ackerman
Crush - drabble <3🌹
Erwin Smith
After losing his arm - blurp <3
Hange Zoe
Back to bed <3
Jujutsu Kaisen
Nanami Kento
Amoris <;3
Satoru Gojo
Satosugu x reader *
Suguru Geto
Satosusugu x reader *
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Honkai: Star Rail
BootHill
Please can't fix - angst
• OCs/Personal Works•
Kaliyah Sen-Ryoko
Afterlife ★
Kaliyah Sen-Ryoko Wiki ★<3
AoT- Apolonija Ambrosia
Lore wiki <3 ★🌹
•Game of Thrones•
Jon Snow
Jon Snow Headcanons- <3
Jon with a baker s/o <3
First time *
Brienne Of Tarth
Red Roses <3
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Food, Glorious Food.
Bonjour mes petits pétales!
Ok, so this is my first fan fiction that I've ever published! Please give me feedback, I really need the help! 😂🤭
Bit of a pre warning:
(I’m a bit of a history nerd) A Pavise is a large rectangular shield that would have covered the entire body, just in case you didn't know :)
Much love!
(ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・
The silence resonating amongst the prison of Mirkwood was chilling. Although this was somewhat an improvement for the residents. Some floors above, the white-haired elves tilted their heads and looked inquisitively from one another to establish why the dwarves had ceased their droning complaints, which before now were so loud and irritating they could have easily woken a Balrog from its slumber.
Now, you had been travelling with the dwarves for quite some time after they had accepted you with relative ease, all thanks to Gandalf’s pre-warning. A prophecy had been passed straight from Galadriel to the wizard himself when he had been summoned to Lothlórien with an urgent invite.
The prophecy stated that a strange woman would be found in Middle Earth and was to aid Thorin Oakenshield in his quest to regain the dwarves’ homeland. Gandalf had taken you to one side after the trouble of finding you, explaining how the dwarves could not know how it had been the elves to deliver the prophecy, despite you not really listening; it did not help that you were extremely cold and frightened, as, I think we can all agree, being transported midway through throwing an empty wine bottle at your god-awfully loud French roommate, whilst in your short Assassin’s Creed pyjamas was not the most ideal moment to be taken from.
Anyway, that had been months previous to now. The morning before the silence fell had begun like any other… stuck with a load of dwarves, in a prison cell, in a cave that looked like a big tree.
“No, no, no! But that’s not how names work!”
Thorin scrutinised the girl through tense, tired eyes and huffed out a response,
“Well, that is how my name works”.
“That’s not an answer. You are the line of DURIN, yes?”
Thorin leaned his cranium against the jagged wall behind him and closed his eyes. To his chagrin, the girl continued.
“I mean how do they even know it was a bit of oak, anyway? You were in the middle of a bloody battle, not a nature walk, it could’ve been, Christ I don’t know, birch! Thorin Birchshield! Doesn’t really have the same ring, does it?”
“(Y/N)…”
“If we’re completely honest, Durin does kind of sound better than Oakenshield. More regal.”
“(Y/N)-“
“But then Dis married another man so why is Kili and Fili Durin, because surely the line of Durin is your ancestors, not Dis’ husband's. Could Fili become Fili Pine-Pavise? Nah, that seriously doesn’t sound-“
“FOR MAHAL’S SAKE (Y/N)! WILL YOU SHUT YOUR GOB, OR GOD HELP ME, I WILL CHARGE THROUGH THESE BARS AND DO IT MYSELF!”
The rest of the dwarves were immensely glad for Dwalin’s roar because, let’s be real, (Y/N) could go on chattering to herself like a babbie rook for quite some time.
The (Y/HC) haired girl grunted and collapsed to the floor with the grace of a ballerina (with a broken foot, although in irritation her movement into sitting crosslegged seemed far more elegant).
She sat in that position for a good while, simply fiddling with the edges of her jacket. A slight crinkle made the woman’s hand pause in its ministrations. She fingered over the outline of the recognisable packet and allowed a Cheshire Cat grin to spread across her face.
Yanking the packet out of her inner pocket, she squealed when she indeed proved herself right and laid her eyes upon the glorious red packaging, the wonderful white letters imprinted over the wave of multicoloured ovals.
A sort of… gleam of obsession flowed its way across her eyes. She could fondly remember the days of how she would tackle Antoine to the ground before shoving one or two up his nose for bringing home another woman without informing his roommate. The wine bottle was the final straw, I mean the girl wasn’t that aggressive (only mildly). Besides, having to walk out of your room to find a half-naked woman making pancakes would get old after the first few times, no matter how delicious the pancakes were. Giggling to herself, she chanted under her breath, something sounding like “taste, taste, taste the rainbow”. It was a wonder she hadn’t fallen down with Bilbo in the goblin cavern, but maybe that’s just what Tumblr is doing to kids nowadays… moving on.
“What’s that you got there, Lass?” The lively voice of Bofur broke her train of thought.
“Hm? Oh! These, dear child, are the finest sweets in all of creation!”
The two’s chatter had gained the attention of a few of the other dwarves, the rest following after Fili and Kili’s “ooh”s and “aah”s. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the two ‘young’ dwarves and popped a couple of brightly coloured circles into her hand before passing them through the bars into Bofur’s cell.
He chewed. And chewed. And chewed. Swiftly, Bofur jumped up with a caw of excitement and laughed.
“Lass you’ve got to share those! Boys, why they’re the most incredible things I’ve ever tasted!”
A final wave of commands and pleads washed its way over the woman, who giggled at their enthusiasm and happily handed the bag around to her new (adopted?) family.
That was until a thundering voice shouted out in disgust: “Blech! Ugh no, they’re awful! How on earth did you eat those, brother?” Bombur exclaimed. The air in the prison stilled as the dwarves paused their pestering for more of the sweets.
Well, that was a first.
And to think, to find a food Bombur didn’t like only took a strange woman falling from another world.
Indeed it was true:
Bombur couldn’t handle the rainbow.
The Risk Is Worth The Embarrassment
Bonjour mes petits pétales!
I won’t lie, don’t really like this one! It feels kinda passive and boring and just meh.
Please, someone tell me how to get better at writing! 😂 You would’ve thought my first year of English Lit A Level should have helped but I’ve lost my mind to the society of Gilead instead!
Also very much need to improve my titling!
Much love!
(ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・
“Please, correct me if I’m wrong but, uh, isn't that fountain sacred?”
A tight-lipped huff was the only response I obtained from my question, confirming my suspicions. The rigid form of the elf beside me made no move to go and drag the dwarves from bathing in said fountain, yet Lindir’s body trembled with irritation as a vibrant rouge quite swiftly advanced the span of his neck and cheeks. I scrambled to think of something to quell the anger of the brunette before he did anything that would put him out of Lord Elrond’s favour (although I still believe Elrond would have thought the sight of his right-hand elf ragefully dragging a few dwarves out of a blessed fountain by their nads to be quite funny… or that might’ve just be me).
“I mean at least we’ve got quite the view.”
Why I felt the need to put my hands on my hips and wink at the elf I’ll never know. Lindir spun around to face me with wide, unbelieving eyes until after a few moments they narrowed and, in quite the strop, Lindir stormed down the hallway. Admittedly, that might have not been the best thing to say… Having one last peep at the, rather impressive, bodies of the dwarves, I turned and scuttled in the footsteps of the uptight elf around the corner.
It was quite some time before I was once again reunited with Lindir. I drifted to settle against an ornately decorated column so as to not break Lindir from his revere.
Lindir wasn’t like other elves, or at least not the ones I’d seen. Having originally joined Gandalf in this realm at the same time he had met with Thranduil in Mirkwood, my first interactions with the race had been somewhat tarnished by a few stuck up, pompous, platinum-haired pricks. Rather happily, meeting the Rivendell elves on my journey with Thorin and the Company had been far more amiable.
We were first met by Elrond’s aid, Lindir. Watching the graceful elf drift down the stairs with an air of importance and respect metaphorically floored me. My mind soared with possibilities of conversations to be had, yet my mouth remained temporarily detached from any witty, or vaguely coherent, speech. Eventually, my silence ceased and I managed to partake in polite small talk with the brunette over dinner. Indeed, Lindir only seemed to be half-listening as he was also paying mind to the increasingly loud complaints of the Company. I mean I can’t blame the poor thing for ceasing to listen to my explanation of the dynamics of Love Island when shit hit the fan. Or more appropriately, the first roll hit the statue.
Sitting on the marble bench with his head in his hands, Lindir took deep breaths to calm and settle his mind. I had never been to this wing of the city, where a small lowered garden sat in the centre of what I realised must have been a sort of villa.
“Is this where you live?” I queried. The elf started in his seat.
“Apologies,” Lindir hesitated, “I was not aware you had followed me.”
I hummed in acceptance as he nodded his responce to my previous question. Sighing, I sat down next to him, wistfully staring at the peaceful garden in front of us. Without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me, I slowly inched my hand closer to Lindir’s thigh.
Once close enough, I quickly poked the fleshy skin through his tunic and recoiled as though nothing had happened.
“Boop.”
I could see Lindir turning to me with a confused look on his pointed features, glancing between my face and his thigh. I waited for him to turn back to the garden. Once again, I poked his body, slightly higher this time at his hip.
“Boop.”
Eyebrows furrowed, he tried to catch my hand before it took its place back on my leg. Turning to Lindir, I raised my left eyebrow in faux-innocence. The elf opened his mouth in preparation to speak, but before I had to cease my fun I attacked his side in the same manner.
This time the reaction was slightly different.
Now, Lindir was a very handsome elf, or at least that’s what I thought. The thing is, having that handsome elf let out a squeak of a giggle, which causes him to mirror the shade of a strawberry somewhat morphs that handsomeness into pure, unadulterated preciousness. Like ‘I’d take a bullet for you’ precious!
I allowed a smile to stretch across my face, possibly coming across as vaguely Joker-ish but Lindir was simply too embarrassed to notice. The elf’s eyes now echoed that of a deer caught in the headlights, a definite air of Bambi to him and I never thought something so sweet could make someone so attractive!
I bit my lip to halt my giggles at Lindir’s stuttered sputtering as he tried to find an excuse for his adorable reaction. Lindir was progressively becoming more scarlet so, to save him having an aneurysm, I stood and turned from the bench.
“Wait!” Lindir snatched my wrist to stop me leaving but seemed to remember himself and let go with an sheepish huff. If one were to describe the living embodiment of embarrassment, Lindir might have just been it. His ears and neck were bright crimson, he was stuttering through his words and in all honesty seemed like he was going to have a full-on breakdown.
I smiled. Moving my hand to interlock our fingers I stared down at the red elf and tilted my head. His reaction gave me confidence, if this went badly then I suppose we’d be even.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Bambi?” I joked, with a well-placed eyelash flutter and pout. Gazing down at him I decided that maybe the embarrassment of what I wanted to do was worth it. I morphed my smile into more of a smug grin, leaned down and kissed Lindir’s cheek.
The only reaction I saw before running off around the corner was the poor thing touching his cheek in shock. Even though my heart was threatening to pound out of my chest, I’d be lying if I said the small smile that lifted at the corners of Lindir’s lips didn’t make the anxiety worth it.
The Hobbit Incorrect Quotes
(Y/n): *walking into Erebor*
(Y/n): "Duuude, it's totally burnt in here."
Bilbo: "It's called a 'fire,' (Y/n)."