Winter Gem
Thranduil x Female Elf Reader
Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort
Word Count: 1.8k
Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.
A/N: For @firelightinferno
ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // winter 2023 masterlist
Behind The Sun
Pairing: Finnick Odair x fem!Reader
Warnings: murder, a true killing spree really, angst, dark thoughts, it's dark in general (I need to call my therapist), Finnick is taller than reader, reader has hair, and a brother, this is my attempt at fulfilling my need for a good Finnick fic after the clips of the new movie have been haunting me everywhere
Word-Count: 20k (it's worth it, trust me)
You found getting your hair cut loathsome. It was unbearable any day but this day it seemed especially gruesome; sitting still and pretending for just a few moments longer that the day was like any other. Usually, you would think about how your mother kept pulling at your hair too harshly or that her hands were shaking far too much for you to even let her get close to your hair. Though on this day, all you could think about was the pair of scissors in her hands. Inconspicuous some might think, yet in your district you knew better.
Your hands shook at the thought of what the tributes from districts like One or Two could do with something as simple as a pair of scissors. You hissed in shock as your mother twirled your hair into a tight bun at the back of your head, frowning at hair through the mirror. She didn’t look at you, she didn’t look up at all.
Her shaking hands she placed on your shoulders, hesitating to face your reflection. The smile she forced was painful to witness. "It's going to be fine, after today, it's only one more year." Her smile faltered, realizing that your brother had to endure his first Reaping today and many more would follow.
UM HELLO FEMALE LUCIFER???
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Haunting Me
[Legolas/F!Reader]
A.N: I have been struggling to write (like usual), so I figured I would whip out a no pressure Legolas fic. ANYWAYS, I strangely loved writing this!!! Thanks for the request XOXO
Request: @goose-gremlin — “Could you maybe do a Legolas x Reader on their period?”
Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader
Summary: The Reader is a member of Greenwood's Guard and is struggling with menstrual/period pain. Legolas takes care of her.
Disclaimer: I don't know elvish. I use the gracious elvish dictionary. Sue me lol
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: blood, menstruation/period, pain, PMS, slight nakedness (not anything spicy you filthy fools), fluff, sweet precious elf boy
MASTERLIST | AO3 | WATTPAD
(Y/N)’s nose twitched, the pungent, musty scent of the incoming vile beasts invaded the fresh earthy tones of the Greenwood forest. Her keen ears picked up on subtle scurrying, the sound carried by the drift of the soft wind. Her jaw clenched and her fingers adjusted the grasp of her sword as she felt the aura of the trees shift—a surge of adrenaline fueling her anxiety, worsening the pain in her abdomen. Briefly locking eyes with the other elves in her sector, spread among the trees alert and ready, she knew their moment of action was imminent.
EVENTUALLY - finnick odair x f reader
summary : finnick finally gets the love of his life back after her games, only to be met with a fate worse than ever.
warnings : angst,fluff,mental illness,argument, bruises, !talks of sa, breakups,heartbreak,trauma
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Finnick considered himself somewhat lucky. Even after Snow had taken away his own body,his family he still spared you. You were the only person he had left and he would sure as hell do whatever it took to keep you safe. You were the warmth he needed and craved for.
Until the 68th hunger games. He knew there was only so much he could do to try and save you. He tried so hard, let you cry it out, trained you and taught you everything he knew. He never stopped apologizing until you came back to him. But that wasn’t you.
It wasn’t you who came out of that arena it was just a shell. He held you, helped you through nightmares and stayed by your side through it all.
“Finnick you can go home…I’ll be fine.” You assured him. He knew you didn’t want to burden him with everything especially because you knew what he goes through.
He sighed deeply, sitting back down next to you. “I want to stay with you, please let me help you.”
That was a phrase he repeated daily. And he learned it from you. It was something you would whisper to him when he would come back from a rough night in the capitol as you held him in your arms as if he would slip away.
Months passed by after your victory tour and Finnick’s thoughts were eating him alive. He could still hear Snow’s words ringing through his head. “Desirable” he hated that word. And he hated it so much more when he came back home only to hear you mutter it repeatedly.
“Honey…” His words echoed through the halls of his, and now your house aswell. You couldn’t stand living alone.
Picking yourself up you quickly got up leaving your shared bedroom only to be met with Finnick’s frightened expression. And you knew that he knew.
It felt like the universe and the gods wanted him to suffer. Each time things slowly started getting better he would be hit by something. And now as he stood there frozen in front of you, he turned to your room and his eyes widened in an inhumane way.
A bouquet of white roses.
You were barely even able to stand. Shaking as you gripped tightly onto him.
“I can’t Finn..I can’t.” You cried out for hours. He was ready to march to the capitol himself and demand to take on more customers just for them to leave you alone. But this was it. Snow knew you only had Finnick and he used that against you. And knowing you Finnick knew you agreed right away.
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It had been the worst couple of months of your life. Even after the games and everything you ever went through you were sure this was the worst. But you had Finnick there, every time you came back home from the capitol he knew exactly what to do. When to touch you, what you needed and he would prepare everything in advance.
Finnick couldn’t help but blame himself. Your popularity increased significantly making the others, including Finnick himself less wanted. Although he still went from time to time there was a part of him that was glad to have more freedom. But he shut that down quickly knowing how it was affecting you.
It was a particularly rough night in the capitol, walking back to the victors village slowly knocking on the door of your shared home Finnick opened it so quick causing you to flinch slightly which made every part of your body hurt.
His heart broke. You were already sobbing and falling into his arms. He held you gently noticing the bruises peeking through the back of your dress.
“It hurts so bad Finn…” you managed to mumble through your sobs.
“Where honey?” he tilted your chin so you could look him in the eyes.
“Everywhere…this shouldn’t be allowed!” you yelled with every ounce of energy you had left.
You sat there just looking into each other’s eyes. Yours were bloodshot red and his glossy refusing to fall apart in front of you now.
He gently tried placed his hand on your back causing you to wince and let out another choked sob.
You stayed there together all night. His back rested against the couch as your head was in his lap. Running his hands through your hair whispering to you reassuringly
“I won’t let them do this to you, i will fight for you. I promise.”
It took a while but you fell asleep. Shortly after you he was asleep aswell, holding your hand tightly. He couldn’t let you slip away from him.
This went on for quite some time. So on his next trip to the capitol Finnick marched up to president Snow begging for him to let you go for at least a little while. He tried to negotiate his eyes glossy once again but only earning a cold chuckle from Snow.
“Mr Odair, I’ve never had a victor do so well. Besides you of course.I’m afraid I can’t do that,you know the rules. Don’t you boy?” He smiled once more,that disgusting smile showing that he was pleased.
It made Finnick sick to his stomach. Clenching his fists he stepped a bit closer to Snow’s desk but still kept a safe distance.
“I will do anything possible if it means she gets some peace. Anything.” He didn’t care what would happen to him anymore, you and your safety were his priority. He couldn’t let this break you anymore.
Tilting his head to the side slowly, President Snow turned on the screen behind him showing a photo.
It was you and Finnick, dancing during the last night of your victory tour. He remembers that night very clearly, oh and how beautiful you looked in the ocean blue dress.
“What does this have to do with my proposal..?” Finnick knew this wasn’t going to end well but was prepared for anything. He was prepared to give this evil man his all just for you.
Another chuckle echoed throughout the room. Finnick couldn’t help but clench his fists even tighter, threatening to collide them with Snow’s face.
“You said anything…correct?” Snow uttered once again giving Finnick that sly smile.
He gulped just nodding his head unsure of what would come out of his mouth next. He glanced back at the screen tears threatening to spill, but he was stronger than that. He couldn’t let this man win.
“As much as we love our newest victor, you will always be a capitol favorite Mr Odair. But l have been informed that you asked certain questions about bruising to your shared customers? You know that’s not allowed. It makes our well paying customers feel as if they did something wrong. And we wouldn’t want them to be unhappy and dissatisfied now would we?”
As if they did something wrong? Them paying for your company is wrong. Everything about this entire trade system is wrong. He wanted to scream it in Snow’s face but he stayed silent.
Finnick opened his mouth slightly to say something before going back to his stern expression. “I just wanted to know how that was allowed,she had some bad bruising...” He managed to mutter out unable to keep calm anymore.
“Well it is not your place to question it, and you must stop from now on.” Snow gave back the same stern look.
Nodding his head once more Finnick stepped back and put on his fake capitol persona smile.
“I understand, I’ll stop. But my proposal-” He was stopped quickly by Snow.
“No my boy, I’m afraid you don’t understand. Young love, so fragile isn’t it? Quite distracting aswell…especially when you have a very demanding job.” He emphasized the “demanding” part which made Finnick clench his fists tighter than ever before, knuckles turning a pale white color.
“You will stop seeing her and talking to her, as well as moving her out of your home. Unless of course you want to never see her again, perhaps then her house could be made use of maybe even given to another future victor. But I am sure that’s something you wouldn’t want.” He smiled once more.
He won.
That was it, the one person that kept Finnick going was slowly about to slip away and it would all be his fault.
Silence filled the room and Finnick could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. Looking back at the screen his eyes landing on you. Your eyes,your hair he kept scanning that photo as if it was the last time he would ever lay his eyes on you.
“I…” He tried to start his sentence before pressing his lips into a straight line. President Snow had executed victors before, so he knew it was no joke. As if it was ever a joke.
“As of what I know she isn’t here tonight. You know what to do.” President Snow spoke again nodding his head towards the direction of the door.
Finnick stormed out as quick as he could. He couldn’t risk falling apart in front of all of the capitol citizens as that would bring him even more trouble. But he didn’t care anymore.
You were already slipping through his fingers like sand since after your games, and now you would be completely blown away from him.
On the train back to 4, Finnick cried all night. He didn’t eat, he barely slept and he kept looking at the tiny photo he had of you two. He carried it everywhere as a reminder of what awaits for him at home. Now all that was left was his memories of you two.
All the times you spent on the beach together since you were kids, the long walks along district 4 and the beautiful smell of vanilla that lingered in the air every time you were around.
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Finnick ran back to the victors village as fast as he could. His heart beating rapidly threatening to jump out of his chest. He stood in front of your shared home, which would soon forcefully become only his home once again. But without you he can’t even call it a “home”.
He sighed deeply before walking up the steps.
If only there could be another way to do this.
He opened the door slowly just incase you were asleep. He was hoping you were so he could have at least one more night with you sleeping in his arms. He felt as if that was selfish of him, after all he would be the one to break your heart dangerously soon.
“Finn…? Is that you?” You questioned your voice coming from your shared bedroom.
He could hear your gentle steps coming from the hallway. He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t.
“Finnick what’s wrong?! Are you okay?” You walked up to him quickly grabbing his face in your hands.
Your soft,gentle hands. He would miss your loving touches so much, he already missed them.
Unable to move, Finnick stood there frozen in place taking in your every feature. How strands of your hair were gently falling on your face, you stood there in front of him inspecting him completely looking for what was wrong.
He brushed your hair away from your face gently as you melted into his touch. He sucked in a deep breath before his eyes welled up with tears.
“You have to go…” He mumbled quietly hoping you didn’t hear him. He cupped your face gently and your expression somehow broke his heart all over again.
“What…?” You whispered quietly looking into his teary eyes your own tears now threatening to spill.
God, it felt like murder to put your heart through this.
You backed away slowly shaking your head. He just stood there. You looked back up at him, already a sobbing mess before slowly stepping closer.
“I don’t understand Finn…go where? Why?” Your hands were shaking slightly as you brought them back up to his face, now caressing his cheek.
He took your hands into his, holding them tightly.
“I am so sorry.” That was all he could say, his tears now spilling everywhere like the beautiful waterfalls around district 4 you both loved so much.
“Finnick, what happened? “You’re scaring me…I…”You could barely talk now,tears running and pouring hard.
“I’m sorry I…I know I always said that I could never hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Finnick what is going on?” You let out a small gasp, tears now flowing even more. It clicked, he was breaking up with you. He was leaving you. The man you loved more than the stars love the moon, the one who held you through all those dark nights, the one who promised to never hurt you. The one who promised to fight for you.
You pushed him away as hard as you could. Once,twice and then once again before hitting him in the chest.
He just stood there letting you,silent sobs escaping his mouth. He deserved it, he broke his promise and he hurt you.
He wanted to tell you that this is very last time i’m ever going to but he stayed silent. He let you pour your heart out and be angry. He deserved it, he let Snow get to him and now he’s paying the price. And it’s a big price to pay.
“I don’t understand!” You yelled as loud as you could through all of your sobs. “Did I do something…? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you…I…”
More sobs broke out from your mouth as Finnick grabbed you as tightly as he could, pulling you in, his shirt soon becoming drenched with tears. He couldn’t believe it. He was breaking your heart and you were the one apologizing.
He wished he could turn you back into a stranger , to spare you all the pain and heartbreak.
He held onto you but as strong as he was you managed to get out of his hold. You stood in front of him taking a good look at him. You pulled him in for a gentle yet passionate kiss.
“I’ll go get my stuff.” You mumbled as you rested your forehead against his.
That was it. He felt as if his life had now officially ended. Snow took everything away.
He watched as you left that night and walked over to Mag’s house still crying. He wanted to run to you,to hold you, to tell you that he had to do this for you.
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Days had passed by and Finnick was falling apart. He saw you a couple of times at the beach,in the market and just simply walking around district 4. He blamed himself for it all.
Maybe if he was never in your life you wouldn’t have to change it.
Still you consumed his thoughts,even two weeks later his mind kept going back and forth between his conversation with Snow, and his conversation with you.
He ruined it all from the start. Snow knew he loved-loves you. He had you reaped,sold and crumbled up completely. And then he took away the one person who helped you through it all just to make you suffer even more.
And you knew this, you knew that Finnick knew it aswell. But you still couldn’t understand why. Finnick promised he would fight for you, fight for you two to make it in this cruel world. But you never blamed him, you just couldn’t do it.
He stared out from his window only to be met with a sight that crushed him immediately. You coming back from the capitol,mascara staining your cheeks and the bruises on your skin completely fresh. A part of him wanted to run out of his house to help you, but the other part knew better.
He watched as you stepped into your house barely able to open the door due to your shaking hands. And all he could do was watch. He wanted nothing more but to hold you, to feel the touch of your warm skin against his. To assure you that he would do whatever it takes to protect you, as he was trying to do now.
He hoped you would eventually come to the realization yourself. That he would never do this to you if it were up to him. If he was the one in control he would be with you right now, kissing away your tears,making you tea and getting you into bed into his arms. You fit perfectly with him like a puzzle piece.
And now that puzzle was broken apart, ripped up to shreds and thrown away. Pieces of it scattered everywhere around district 4.
He knew he would never move on, there was no one else that could hold a candle to you.
But he wasn’t going to be selfish. He hurt you enough. Although he was unable to move on he was hoping you would, eventually.
Eventually.
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Thank you so so much to anyone who read this ♡
This was my first work I ever actually finished 🤭 English isn’t my first language so I hope this makes sense! (it kinda is but anyway…)
ANYWAY! Tame Impala inspired me so much and I just had to write this so I really really hope you enjoyed it!
Once again thank you for reading 💝
With You? Always || Legolas
- Summary: This was supposed to be a request but I took it in a very fluffy direction. Like no angst. Just teasing and reuniting with Legolas after the events of LOTR. Hope you guys enjoy!
- A/N: Thank you for the cutest request anon even tho I didn't follow it! I had too much fun writing this one. It's so much fun to write these LOTR imagines. Thank you guys for sending them in!
- Pairing: Legolas x Reader
- Word Count: 3.4k +
- TW: Insecurity, angsty, fluffy
“King Thranduil suspects he will be back by nightfall.” Your father spoke breaking you from the trance you had seemed to be in. Your eyes were scanning the emptying kingdom among you. Just like the Elves of Rivendell the Elves of Mirkwood took to the sea’s too, many more than you suspected would leave so quickly. You were yet to get the calling. You were sure your father had felt it just as your mother did so long ago. But he had a duty to the king as his head guard, and he wanted to be around for you and your life milestones, “His elk can sense Legolas but a few hours away.”
You let out a small gasp with glee, “The Elvenking is hardly ever wrong.” Your eyes upturned into the smile that had now graced your usually withdrawn face since he had left here almost two years ago. You hardly lived your thousands of years without Legolas in tow. It’d been well over a year since he set off to destroy the ring. Being that you had lived thousands it should have been quick, but it felt like more than a century since you had spotted Legolas’s nearly silver, blonde hair.
Fluffruary 2024: Day 3/14
Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader
the long game, friends to lovers, You and Finnick meet each other in an unlikely moment and find solace in each others embrace.
what friends do | f. odair
summary: you were a simple town girl. finnick odair was the crown jewel of panem. both of you needed an escape and found it at a secluded beach just outside district four. these were three ingredients that created a year-long friendship. but were friends supposed to have… impure thoughts about one another? you weren’t so sure.
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: smut, wayyy too much detail, dirty thoughts, friends-to-lovers, mild angst, mostly readers pov, pre-rebellion, HEAVY dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v (big no no), multiple orgasms, so much pining, creampie, cock-warming
notes: i’m so sorry this took me so long. life has been up my ass lately and, as y’all know, i’m a slow writer. but thank you sm to everyone who patiently stuck around, i love y’all <3 this was supposed to be a short smut fic but um, apparently not. anyway, this has taken long enough to come out so imma stop rambling. ENJOY <3
word count: 11.7k
𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've been missing with no trace, run away from Finnick in an effort to protect him. After years of searching, he unexpectedly finds you again 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Finnick Odair x fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Talk about the Victor Trade and all that nasty Capitol stuff, cursing, argument 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Angst with a fluffy wee ending („• ֊ •„) 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k 𝐀/𝐍: Writing all this self-loathing in the 2nd person feels like I’m just bullying you I’M SORRY FSFBWEVGJ
At the edge the pulsating beats and vivid neon lights of the club, you sit at the end of the bar, trying to stick to the shadows. The air hums with bassy music, all around you patrons clink glasses and laughter weaves through the crowded space. The bartender, expertly bustling around the various taps and counters, slides a colourful concoction across the polished counter to you.
𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a haunting nightmare, you seek the only person who brings you comfort 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Finnick Odair x fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Wounds, blood, burns, nightmares, implied trauma, cursing 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff, angst(?), plentiful clichés, boyfriend!finnick 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k 𝐀/𝐍: Omg I am so bad at writing anything except violence. Bear with me while I learn how to write fluff :,)
You’re halfway up the slick ladder, Katniss at the top offering her hand and Gale right below you. You’re panting hard, the mutts have caught up with the group and are now snapping at the base of the ladder.
“Y/N!” You hear a blood-curdling scream. You freeze, searching frantically in the darkness for a sign of him.
“Finnick!” You wail, and you’re replied to by another scream. You thought he was already at the top!
𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Johanna are swamped by blood rain in the third Quarter Quell, but luckily for you, you’re reunited with a precious somebody back on the beach 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Finnick Odair x fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Blood, vomit, gore, cursing, disorientation. Reader discretion is advised !! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Hurt/comfort, romance, all that good stuff 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐀/𝐍: I have a really bad habit of starting fics with a miserable circumstance… Anyway! Some of this is not quiiiiite like canon, but, y’know, *flashes my creative licence*
You pant loudly, your vision swimming as you stumble through the undergrowth. Practically walking blind at this point, you reach out and are grateful a tree is there to catch your fall.
“You alright there, Y/L/N?” Johanna says in her usual abrasive tone.
"Yeah, m’ good." You groan between gulps of air. "Just so thirsty."
You and Johanna have been leading Beetee and Wiress through this damned jungle for over a day now, and still not a drop of water. The dehydration must be setting in, your skin is tight and dry and your is head pounding. And god, the humidity is stifling. You can hardly draw breath.
finnick odair who wants nothing more than for you to let him play with your hair the night before the quarter quell to calm his nerves.
warnings: fem!reader, small mentions of panic attacks, trauma : (, mentions of snow being a dick, fluff and sadness : (
a/n: thanks for the request! i tried to make this as in character as possible lol. big thanks to everyone for the reblogs and likes!!!! i love you all loads!!!!
finnick odair was the strongest person you knew, you were sure of it.
he held his head high and scolded people that had offensive comments. he was strong physically too, he knew how to handle a weapon, how to defend himself against an enemy. all of those things that made a victor a victor.
unfortunately, finnick hadn’t shown you the other side of him. he had never shown anyone. but now, after the announcement of the quarter quell being played with previous victors? he fell apart like a house of cards victim to a harsh wind.
you were barley holding yourself together too. the victory of your games had only come by the fact that the other tribute from your district, your friend, killed the last opponent before himself. it was a long and painful and treacherous game that you had barley made out of alive, forever cursed with the nightmares of the fallen tributes. forever cursed with the thought of death plaguing your mind. forever cursed with the loss of a friend. and forever cursed with the fact that you, a teenager, were seen as desirable to the citizens of the capitol.
little to your knowledge, finnick was cursed with the same tragedy. countless nights the two of you shared the same experience of curling deep into your bed and letting salt stream flow out your eyes and into your ears.
the first time you were aware of your shared experience was the night after president snow had announced that the quarter quell would be played by previous victors. your name was called, then his— finnicks. the two of you were pulled back behind the stage where you broke down on the cold cement floor. it seemed to come naturally, finnick to you. he fell to his knees beside you, muttering soft words of comfort while rubbing your back gently. you noticed the way his hands were wet with his own tears when he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
finnick had been your mentor, he would go as far to say he had been your friend, but when you arrived back from your games with bloodshot eyes and bruised knuckles you disappeared. no one, not even your parents, heard from you for weeks. finnick tried his best to make you come out of the shell of your bedroom but everything seemed to remind you of the games— the bloodbath. and yet he still tried, for what? he didn’t know.
12 hours.
that's how long you, and the other tributes had until you were thrown back into the ring.
you couldn’t sleep. the glass windows looking down onto the capitol somehow made you feel claustrophobic. the bedsheets and clothes provided by that capitol that were supposed to make you feel warm burned and blistered your skin, leaving you to strip into shorts and a tank top, goosebumps speckled your skin but you couldn’t feel them. you were sure you were about to pass out, maybe then you wouldn’t have to fight.
until a soft knock sounded on the metal door.
your breath hitched, you tiptoed over and slowly pulled it open.
there, in all his glory, stood a restless finnick odair. he swallowed, and you could see the redness in his eyes, similar to how yours had once been. “hey… i’m sorry, did i wake you?” his voice was soft, much softer than anything you had ever heard from him.
“no, no, not at all…” you replied with the same tone as his. in an unspoken way, you opened the door to invite finnick in.
his bare feet squeaked against the cold floor but you didn’t say anything.
your throat made a weird noise but he didn’t say anything.
you sat on the bed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. it was weird, finnick standing in your room, looking weak. finnick wasn’t weak, was he?
“i’m really sorry—“ he started. his voice trembled and you frowned. he wasn’t weak, he was scared.
the clothes on your skin suddenly didn’t feel like lava, the bedsheets didn’t feel like fire. and you could tell finnick felt the same way. you patted the spot next to you and he sat down wordlessly.
when he was closer you could see the tears sitting on the edge of his waterline. the way his chin moved as if he was about to cry. your heart broke alongside his. “oh, finnick…” you sighed. the urge was to strong, you reached out and gently tugged his wrist towards you. his big body fell against yours with a sigh. “shh…” a hand went to rub his arm, the other finding its way to his golden hair.
the night went on long and finnick soon found himself positioned between your legs with his head on your chest. your hands in his hair. his hands wrapped around your middle.
it didn’t seem as weird as it should have. it felt natural. just like how it was when he comforted you for the first time. his eyes were shut, focused on the soft drum of your heart. it relaxed you too, his soft hair in between your fingers. “i’m sorry.” the boy finally murmured, his eyes still closed.
“oh finnick, don’t be sorry.” you were so soft with him, he didn’t have to be tough. “i needed this too.” a soft smile spread across your face and you couldn’t deny the way blood rushed to your cheeks when he tightened his grip around your middle.
“tomorrow…” he started, very soft. so soft you almost didn’t hear. “tomorrow i’m gonna promise to protect you, got it?” your heart fluttered.
“yeah, i got it. i’ll protect you too.”
finnick smiled. “thanks.”
and the next day he lived up to his promise, even if it meant a lecture from haymitch afterwards.
You’re attending another extravagant capital party when someone unexpectedly comes to your rescue
wc: 1,786
warnings: harassment, mentions of cleavage, mentions of alcohol, and mentions of exploitation
notes: proof read? Hell no! Also this fic was loosely inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Slut!”
"You're too sweet for your own good. You must be pretending." You reply as his hand wraps around your waist again.
“Who said I was pretending?”
‣ pairing: Legolas x Maid/Healer!reader
‣ content: basically childhood friends, unbalanced power dynamic, Legolas is a littleee jealous and petty (as in like… a lot), Legolas being too clingy and a little questionable, suggestive near the end, pleading men <3
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‣ summary: Legolas had chosen you to be by his side from first glance. Even before he could wield a bow, he saw through your status and deemed your soul the same as his. However, his affection for you can be a bit… suffocating.
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Legolas had claimed you before he even knew your name. Call it fate if you will, but something indescribable had seized him the moment you were presented to his father. Like a ripe fruit you had been plucked from your cozy orphanage and displayed in front of the king. At the time you were not sure why you were in this place, a grand castle decorated with exquisite, flourishing fauna and marble cleaned so well it glinted in the sunlight, yet the prince very well knew. A nobody you were— simply an Elven child of mixed blood who had been found abandoned in Mirkwood’s forests— yet your excellence had soon shown itself in your healing. With a few whispered prayers and hands delicately placed, a wound could vanish within minutes. This is why you were here.
𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐭!
Summary ➳ When you and the rest decide to sneak up on an Orc camp, you receive an injury. You believe you can handle it yourself but Legolas thinks otherwise.
(A/n) ➳ I AM SO SORRY! Tumblr ended up deleting the request but I remember it but not all of it so forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. If it isn’t then don’t hesitate to shoot a message or request again!! I also learned that apparently the Fellowship traveled at night and slept during the day. I seriously did not know that until today.
Word Count ➳ 1.5k
Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, description of violence, blood, death, stitching, blood loss, angst-to-fluff…