“Any injuries to report?” You asked softly, smiling when he
let you inspect any damage to his arm.
“No.” He grunted and you finished checking him over and
slipped your hand in your pocket as you tried to stifle a yawn.
“Here, I snuck this in… you said last time that you liked
them.” You whispered and carefully unwrapped half a plum which he took and ate
after inspecting your face for any sign of betrayal and shoved it in his mouth
with a grin.
“Thank you.” He muttered, watching you sleepily rub your
eyes before smiling again. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”
“Thank you, Mr Barnes.” You laughed, smiling brightly as he
gently held your hand.
you didn’t have enough time to read all the comments, but you did notice the most common ones.
where’s timothee?
we wanna see tim.
we want tim and y/n content!!
my favorite comfort influencer
“is this the only reason why y’all want me to go live?” you say with a laugh. “he’s out for lunch with some friends, guys. he should be back soon. but in the meantime, send me some questions.”
“when are you dropping the next yt video?” you read aloud. “vlog dropping this friday about the london and france dune premier. go subscribe.”
“are you plugging your own youtube channel?”
you jump, not expecting to hear the voice of your boyfriend so soon. his mop of curly hair comes into view as he enters the kitchen, a bag of leftovers in his hand.
“i missed you, mon amour,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around you, head nuzzled into your neck.
he pulls back to peck your lips. once. twice. three times.
“i missed you too, mon garçon,” you say softly. “wanna say hi to the live?”
“hi friends,” tim says with a grin.
y/n just called him my boy in french. CRYING.
didn’t come on here just to be called single 🥲✌🏾
crying and throwing up.
if my relationship isn’t like this, i don’t want it.
y/n, pls share.
“sorry loves,” you wink to the camera, “je n'aime pas partager.”
“c'était bien, bébé,” the brunette responds with a proud smile. “she said ‘i don’t like to share’ for those of you who are confused.”
timothee leans down to kiss you again, longer this time, before pulling away. “i’m gonna go shower. Je vous aime.”
“je t'aime aussi,” you respond softly.
when you turn back to the live, the comments are flooded causing an embarrassed heat to crawl up your neck.
Desc:In a world between House Atreides and Arrakis, Bene Gesserit and Fremen, Paul has many grievances, and he’s horribly lost. But you come along, as a Bene Gesserit student of the Suk School, and everything becomes clearer for him. Angst, fluff, and not a completely canon storyline, but it mostly is. Lots of hugging (Have you seen House Atreides? Touch is their love language).
Again, another dream, another tale into deeply precise moments, that left Paul wanting more and yet never quite reaching his goal.
The girl that he kept seeing- the one with the brightest blue eyes, and a clear path that he was meant to follow- she exhibited something that seemed loving and yet all the same cautious, as if she knew something that he did not.
These visions did nothing to soothe him, no matter how much Duncan told him that they were just dreams. Paul knew better, that he was seeing a genuine place of the future, born out of his unnatural prescience.
Even telling his mother about these visions did not help, because as a part of the Bene Gesserit, Jessica tended to take everything far more seriously. Because of Paul’s potential to be the One, to be the Kwisatz Haderach, she would not see it as anything other than an omen.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.7k T/W: none, fluff! A/N: Sam sets up reader & Bucky at a Christmas party Bucky taglist // @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore ❤︎ @elainavmarie
Summary: You are Gandalf’s granddaughter. Long ago you were captured by the Mirkwood elves after saving the life of their prince, Legolas. He tended your injuries and the two of you fell in love. But it was a time of war and the fates were cruel, tearing you and Legolas apart on separate paths. Years later, you and Gandalf come to Rivendell to decide what must be done with the ring. Little do you know, someone else has been summoned for the council. Someone you haven’t seen in years.
Warnings: Mention of nearly fainting, suggestive flirting.
“You must remember to return in time for the council meeting!” Gandalf called, watching after you as you ran down the castle stairs in your bare feet, tangled hair and thin dress flowing out behind you in your haste.
“Of course, grandfather.” You reached the bottom of the stairs and whirled around, smiling up at him as the gentle wind blew your hair in your face. “I’ll only be a moment.”
“You always say that.” Gandalf grumbled, but there was a smile in his eye as he said it.
Summary: (Y/N) is, by far, the strangest Elf. While she is, admittedly, the best archer in an age, she associates with Dwarves and seems to know little to nothing about the traditions and culture of her own kin. Even so, she makes her way into the Fellowship, only to find herself falling for her fellow Elf, Legolas. Can they find love while the fate of Middle Earth hangs in the balance?
Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Injury to the Reader, Major Character Death, War
*Note: Reader is Elrond’s daughter for plot reasons, but she does not have the same mother as Arwen for inclusivity :) This is explained in Part Seven during a conversation with Boromir
