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trashy-goblin · 3 years

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type: oneshot

title: Measuring Tape

fandom: the lord of the rings;

characters: eurydice (oc); aragorn; frodo; sam;

pairings: honestly none, unless you consider this aragorn/oc but platonic? if you consider respecting and defendig women as an act of love.

a/n: I took this idea from a meme and smashed it into this because of how well I visualized Aragorn's expression. also, I decided to have a little fun and add some characters from Midsommer Murders for plot reasons but also just because. have fun.

Eurydice distributed the masks she had left between Aragorn, Frodo and Sam before they left the cottage.

She decided not to bring Merry and Pippin (just in case), and trusted the rest of the fellowship to take care of them. Even if they had only arrived to this universe a few days before, they already learned how to manage the house properply enough to survive.

The walk to the town's market wasn't long, yet because the masks were too big for the two hobbits they had to reajust them several times. Euridice noticed it, and before they entered the market, she gave the elastics of both masks a knot so it would stop falling.

"Now," she said, after greeting a person selling flowers, "do you have the list, Sam?"

"Here it is" the hobbit gave her the little yellow post-it.

"Right," she read throught the many requested items, "We can start with the food here and then we pass the pound shop for some supplies..." she looked for the basket they brought "Wait, where did I-"

Aragorn immediatly extended the basket to her, and she thanked him. The dunedain and both hobbits followed the woman through the stalls, glad to finally see something a little similar to their world - people selling food on stalls in what seemed like an aesthetic chaos.

Eurydice let Sam help her with choosing the fresh food, since he had showed great talent for cooking the other night, and was glad. The hobbit was very quick to pick the best food, being fruit, vegetables, fish or meat, which impressed not only her but the sellers as well. She found herself smiling at the bashful Sam fidgeting with his little coat as an energetic old woman seller complimented him for it. While they developed an entertaining conversation, Eurydice would explain things that Frodo and Aragorn would ask.

Soon they had all the food on the list, along with extra spices and herbs the nice energetic old woman gave them for free. Aragorn ended up carrying the basket full of fresh meat and fish, while Eurydice carried bags with fruit, and Sam and Frodo carried vegatables, Frodo with the little post-it in his hands.

The four of them entered a nearby shop that seemed small but was biggger on the inside. Eurydice led them through the many aisles and since they took less time than she expected on the market, she took time to explain them the things they found curious.

"What are these?" Frodo picked a pair of headphones.

"Those are to listen to music" Eurydice told him, "Here..."

She put them on the intimidated hobbit's ears with a smile that comforted him, and took her phone from the pocket of her coat. Frodo adjusted the headphones a little as Aragorn and Sam watched the scene before them carefully.

"You can connect it to a device that has music on it," Eurydice explained has she opened the music app, after connecting the headphones with the phone, "and enjoy."

She pressed play and observed Frodo, waiting for his reaction for when "rises the moon" by Liana Flores start to play. His eyebrows shoot up at first, but soon an impressed smile grows in his face, behind the cloth mask, and the halfling closed his eyes in appreciation.

"It's very soothing!" said Frodo, probably a little louder than he thought.

"Yes!" Eurydice chuckled, "Indeed, it's specially good to get away and calm down after a rough time."

At those words, Frodo opened his eyes.

"Can we take these?" he asked softly, "If they're not too expensive, of course."

Eurydice didn't noticed she was smiling althought she didn't care if she was. The little hobbit in front of her was quite happy with the music, and that made her happy, specially after the wizard, Gandalf, told her what his mission was. If the adorable sight of Frodo with a great pair of headphones in his small head wouldn't make her buy it, the soft pleading in his eyes would.

"Of course, Frodo" she spoke fondly, petting his head in affectionately, earning his chuckle along with Aragorn's smile.

Eurydice put on a soft playlist for Frodo so he could continue listening to music as he followed the others throught the aisles.

"Miss?" called Sam.

"As much as I appreciate it, Sam" the woman turned to him, "there's no need to call me Miss. Eurydice is just fine."

"Sorry," the hobbit blushed a little, "Eure-Eu-Eudi-"

"Eurydice" she chuckled.

"What is this for?" Sam asked

The little hobbit extended a roll of transparent tape to her.

"Ah, you found it first," she said, taking the tape, "I was looking for this. It's meant to sort of stick things together, although only light things..."

Eu took the a piece of paper with the pricetag and, to Sam's and Aragorn's surprise, cut a bit of the tape, and used it to glue the price tag to the respective object.

"... like paper."

Aragorn raised his eyebrows nodding, impressed, while Sam's mouth formed a perfect O (although his mask hided it), both thinking of the possibilities of situations where the tape could be useful.

Eurydice looked around searching for the last item on the list. Aragorn immitated her gesture, observing the many objects surrounding him. He took a random one, and turned around to ask Eurydice about it, yet she answered him before he even spoke.

"That is a measuring tape" she explained, "if you pull that edge there, there's a long tape with measures."

Aragorn did as she said and observed the many numbers along the strong, weirdly firm yellow tape. He decided to mark two meters.

"Careful not to cut yourself with it" said Eurydice.

She turned around, only to quickly turn back to Aragorn, earning a confused look from both him and Sam.

"Keep quiet," she instructed them, "and pretend to have a conversation with me."

"What's the matter?" the dunedain asked.

"It's Dennis Rainbird," Eurydice told them, "I do my best to be nice with him but I'm afraid he has no concept of privacy, nor personal space."

"Oh, I know some hobbits like that, alright" Sam's expression became angry, "Eavesdropping behind every door, spying through every window..."

"Yes, that's Dennis and his mother, Mrs. Rainbird" Eurydice whispered "no matter how polite I am, I can never escape his questions and commentary, nor his unconfortable touching..." she slowly looked over her shoulder, expecting to see the man, yet upon seeing no one, she looked back at the hobbits and dunedain, "no one can..."

Aragorn and Sam switched a look. Frodo was still gently and calmly moving his head at the sound of "Send Me a Peach" by The Blasting Company, until a loud voice made him jump, and his headphones fall to his neck.

"Aaah! Eurydice, my dear!" Dennis Rainbird appeared on the other end of the aisle Eurydice expected, "How are you, darling?"

"Ah, Dennis" was all Eurydice said.

Aragorn looked between her uncomfortable and desperate eyes and the slim man's disgusting smile. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, the fact that he didn't see his sly smile because of the mask, or the fact that said mask was slipping his nose and he didn't seem to care.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Dennis opened his arms in what would have been a welcoming gesture, as he walked in their direction, "Mommy and I are dying to have you over! It has been a while since we all had tea together."

"Well yes, indeed it has been a while," Eurydice said politely, as she discreetly gathered the two hobbits closer to her, "although, I'm afraid-"

"The week you moved back to Badger's Drift, of course, " Dennis had a hand posed on his chin in a thoughfull-looking way, "that was the last time we had tea, I believe! We really should meet more often..."

Something in the way he spoke made Samwise shiver and Frodo take a step back. Aragorn, however, remained in the same place, glaring at him.

"After all, we're finally free to have friendly meetings, right?" Dennis said, knowingly.

Eurydice swallowed. She knew he was referring to the afternoon when nine people fell on her cottage's garden from another universe - althought she couldn't explain that to Dennis Rainbird, from all people. It was obvious his mother saw all the movement in her kitchen (something admittedly very suspicious during quarantine) from her watching post, and sent her son to investigate.

Aragorn understood what the man was referring to as well, even if he didn't know his background.

"So," since Eurydice seemed to be out of words, Dennis continued to talk, getting closer and closer to them, "what about today? 5 o'clock?"

Yet, what made the dunedain almost shiver like Sam was the fact that he didn't know his intentions. Eurydice knew - she knew having tea at the Rainbirds meant trouble, sometimes blackmail, other times pure manipulation and humiliation.

Frodo looked at her, questions in his eyes, and the woman spoke.

"I'm terribly sorry, Dennis," she said clearly, "but I already have plans for today. Besides, I'm all over the place, and I don't want to make your mother vulnerable to the virus."

Aragorn glanced from Eurydice to Dennis, who kept getting closer. Frodo took another step back.

"Now, now, I'm sure my mother would be alright with that, don't worry," the man waved her off, "and I know you're used to have company anyway."

Dennis giggled in a way that made Aragorn's stomach twist.

"Oh, but my manners," his smile grew, "your friends are more than welcome to drop by as well" he chuckled, "We don't bite.."

"Sorry, Dennis, but I simply can't-"

"Or we could rearrange the party" he tilted his head, "Nothing a phone call couldn't solve."

Eurydice swallowed. She already tried to postpone the unavoidable but if they called the authorities like he was threatening, they would all be in trouble. Even if she got along so well with Cully, her father, Dectective-Inspector Barnaby couldn't close his eye to all those people in her cottage. It was at times like these she disliked to live in a village.

Eurydice sighed in defeat and Dennis smiled brighter, seeing that he had finally caught his favourite fly.

"So," he took another step, "5 o'clock the-"

As soon as Aragorn's eyes saw his movement, he pointed the measuring tape (still marked and blocked at 2 meters) to Dennis Rainbird as if it was a sword, much to the man's outrage and the others' surprise.

"The lady has already refused" were the only words the dunedain spoke, his expression clear.

Dennis casted him a slight look of scorn. He proceeded to repeat his action, only for Aragorn to pull the edge of the measuring tape once more and step forward, making Dennis walk behind until they were 2 meter appart.

"Last time I heard, we were in the middle of a pandemic" Aragorn told him, "2 meters should be enough for social distance."

"And yet you're not standing 2 meters between each other" was Dennis remark.

Eurydice observed Aragorn tilting his head.

"We're her company" this time it was Sam who spoke, stepping beside Aragorn, a new courage in him, "I'm sure that shouldn't be a problem."

The annoyance in Dennis Rainbird's face grew visibly as he looked between Eurydice and Frodo's shocked expression and Aragorn and Sam's angry one.

Aragorn poked him with the measuring tape, yet he didn't move, so the dunedain raised is eyebrows. In a swift movement, the side edges of the yellow tape made a small cut on Dennis arm, who gasped as he covered it with his hand. He looked at Aragorn in outrage, but the other's expression remainded the same, waiting for him to leave. And so, with a small growl, he did.

Eurydice stayed quiet for a moment, as Aragorn turned to her, unblocking the measuring tape so it came back to 0, with a very calm face. After a while, she blinked her eyes a few times processing what happened.

"We're gonna have to take the measuring tape and disinfect it" she said simply, taking the object Aragorn extended her.

Frodo and Sam exchanged looks, and soon followed the other two searching for the last item of the post-it list.

I edited this just to correct a few things, mainly typos, but now i am considering making this a small series because thinking of scenarios like these with the lotr characters is so entertaining, and the set of Midsommer Murders is simply perfect for the ambience haha.

most recently I edited this to change the name Lydia to Eurydice, because I like it better and I'm very very very slowly working on the au featuring Midsommer Murders vibes.

#lord of the rings fanfic #lotr fanfic #aragorn x oc #aragorn x reader

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gaylotusthatexists · 4 years

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rises the moon - part one

Pairings: currently no major ones, but eventually parental moxiety and intrulogical, possibly either royality or roceit but haven’t decided yet

Summary: After running away from home, Virgil find the Forest, where he is appointed as the new Lord of Spring.

Trigger Warnings: running away from home, implied bad family relations

Word Count: 1500

A/N: Hello! This was written for the songfic challenge hosted by @sanderssidesfanfiction (which you can find the rules for here), based on the song 'rises the moon' by Liana Flores. Please check out the song, it's so good, Liana deserves more love honestly. Anyway uhhh I'm gonna try to update this every Friday, so far I've written the first five chapters soooo we're good for at least a month. But either way I'm very excited about this :D Hope y'all enjoy~

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days seem sometimes as if they’ll never end

Virgil readjusted his backpack and walked down the road, the sun rising over the buildings. He was leaving and he wasn't coming back. He had packed his things and climbed out the window, not bothering to leave a note - he doubted the people back there would even care. He doubted that they'd even notice he was gone.

He turned the corner and continued to stalk the empty streets. It was too early for anyone to be up - too early for him to be up, really. The cold hair hit his cheeks, a hard wind attempting to blow him to the floor. He pulled up his hood and held it in place, fighting against the wind.

God, it had been five minutes and Virgil already wanted to go home. He wanted to get back into bed, where he was safe and warm, where he could sleep his worries away. But that just meant his worries would return in the morning. No, the best thing to do was go. He knew he couldn't run away from his problems, but at the very least running away would give him a chance to think. A chance to work through his problems.

His stomach growled. How long had it been? Fifteen minutes? An hour? He wasn't sure. He was still in the city, he thought, but he didn't recognise this place. He hadn't really been paying attention to where his feet were carrying him, as long as he was away from there . People were starting to emerge from buildings, go about their days, so he must have been out for a short while now.

He had to eat soon, though. He hadn't had any breakfast before leaving - which was normal for him, he supposed, but he also didn't usually walk this much. He glanced around the street, looking for anywhere where he may be able to buy supplies.

Christ, he hadn't even brought any proper supplies with him. He had packed a couple changes of clothes, a wash kit, and a couple personal possessions, but hadn't once considered to bring food with him. He hadn't even thought of a plan - he knew he wanted to run away, get out of town, but had no plan for where he was going to go, where he was going to stay. It wasn't as if he had any friends he could crash with, or enough money to buy a place of his own.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, checking inside. A couple twenty pound notes and a handful of change. Not exactly enough to book out a hotel room, or even catch a train out of here. But at least he had enough to buy a few supplies.

There was a corner shop at the end of the street. Great. They'd have food, right? He ran over, entering the store and looking around the aisles, trying not to alarm the cashier. He grabbed a few bags of crisps, some cereal bars, and a few bottles of Coke, taking them to the till.

"That'll be ten pounds," the cashier said.

Virgil glanced down into his wallet and took out ten pounds in change, a mixture of two pound coins, pound coins, and fifty pence pieces. The cashier looked somewhat annoyed at that, but nevertheless took the change and let Virgil go. He stuffed the food into his backpack, leaving out a cereal bar to eat as he walked.

And walked. And walked.

This was getting boring now. It would've helped if he had some music, or something, but he'd left his phone at home, for fear that they may try to call him. He wasn't about to let that happen. Still, he did wish he at least had an MP3 player, or something. They went out of fashion years ago.

The sun was high in the sky now. Not high enough. It couldn't have even been midday yet. How far away was he from home? It must have been a good few hours by now. He could walk a good few miles in the span of an hour, but this city seemed to go on forever.

He had to figure out where he was planning on going. It wouldn't be wise to just wander the streets, in the plain view. He had to at least get out of the city. Maybe there'd be a bus or something he could catch. Yeah. Where was the bus station again?

After a few more minutes of walking, he noticed a bus stop down the end of the street. Okay, that was good. He could catch a bus there, hopefully get back to the station, and then plan his next move from there. He walked up and stood at the bus stop, glancing around anxiously.

An elderly woman glanced up at Virgil, looking a little concerned. "Are you alright, dearie?"

Virgil shot her a smile. "Yup. I'm good."

"Shouldn't you be in school?" she asked.

"Nope. I'm, uh, homeschooled," he lied.

She frowned. "Well then, you should be at home, shouldn't you?"

Virgil internally groaned. It wasn't up to this woman to run his life.

"What bus are you waiting for?" she asked, after realising that Virgil wasn't going to reply.

Virgil blinked. "Uh, the... thirty-seven," he made up, hoping that she would just back off.

She hummed. "I think you've got the wrong bus stop. The thirty-seven doesn't stop here."

Virgil tapped his leg on the ground. "Actually, I think you're right. Sorry. I'll be off." He walked away, mostly because he couldn't be dealing with any strangers talking to him.

Maybe catching a bus wouldn't have been such a good idea, anyway. He had no way of knowing where he would end up - knowing his luck, he'd end up back at home, which was the last thing he wanted. So, he elected to continue wandering the streets, searching for a way out the city.

He glanced down one street, noticing a field at the end. Interesting. That meant he must be nearing the end of the city. He turned the corner and walked down the street, hopping over the fence and onto the field. Maybe if he could walk to the end of this field, he could find his way to the next city over. Maybe to a small village he could crash at for a couple days. It was a better plan than anything else he could come up with.

He imagined that he was trespassing by walking across the field, but at this point didn't care. He just needed to get out.

But he was getting tired. His legs were beginning to ache, and his back was beginning to hurt. Maybe a short break wouldn't do him any harm...

He collapsed onto the ground, taking off his backpack and setting it in front of him. He took out a bottle and began to drink, emptying the bottle in a matter of seconds. Wow. He must have been thirsty. He opened up a packet of crisps as well and began to eat, feeling somewhat satisfied once he was done.

Virgil laid down in the tall grass, letting it consume him. It must have been mid-afternoon by now, the sun casting an orange spell over the field. He breathed in and out as he stared up at the clear skies, half tempted to close his eyes...

When his eyes opened again, the sun had set, and the stars shone bright against the night sky. Christ, how long had he been sleeping for? He hadn't even noticed that he had fallen asleep.

He had to get back on the move, even if it was too dark to really see anything. He zipped his backpack back up and stood up, continuing his journey across the field. As he walked, fireflies emerged from the grass, creating a trail of light behind him. He smiled a little, allowing himself to get caught up in the beauty of it all.

Glancing back, he noticed that the city behind him was long gone, not even a trace in his vision. Looking forward, he couldn't find any signs of further civilisation either. Still, he walked. He wasn't even tired anymore, despite the fact that he must have been walking for the rest of the night, as the sun began to rise again.

Eventually, he came across a forest, a line of trees towering above him. He stopped, glancing inside. Leaves swirled around his feet, the wind pulling him closer. He tried to resist at first, but soon found himself standing in the forest, the leaves only picking up the pace.

He looked down, noticing something else swirling around his feet as well - tiny lights, multicoloured dots, or something... something flying, dancing around in circles. Probably bugs, some sort of weird mutated firefly, or maybe...

Nah, it wouldn't be a fairy, would it?

...would it?

This place was weird. Virgil wanted to leave, but his feet would not budge.

Someone stepped out the shadows.

#rises the moon #songfic challenge #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing

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hellfirenacht · 4 years

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okay but imagine,,, gamerjuice with another YouTuber S/O (maybe the musical theatre niche genre, like Katherine Steele?) and they bond over the struggle of editing and stuff, and def fall in love n stuff? ugh *chefs kiss*

I'M WEAK FOR THIS.

-you find Beej through his ukulele covers and reach out to him to do a collab. He's THRILLED that someone wants to actually work with him?? Especially after seeing how talented you are! He agrees almost instantly

-you two talk out the details over Discord and he's super animated even off-camera. You two agree that he'd go on your channel and you'll give him some singing challenges and then you'll play some weird rythem games for his.

-even after agreeing you two keep talking and talking because holy smokes you're such an interesting breather and he loves show tunes so much! He starts listening to anything you'll recommend and learns to play your favorite songs on the ukulele and basically begs you to do a duet with him.

-before he visits you, he spend all night working on a song called "The Whole Playing Games Thing" for the videos!

-He travels by Neatherworld because it's easier. Yes, he still rides Sandy. Lydia also makes him wear "normal" clothes to meet you.

-Beej already had a small crush on you but when he saw you off-camera without being all dolled up? Oh man, if his heart still beat it'd be pounding! Seeing you in comfy clothes and completely relaxed around him is such a turn on!

-that night you both go to dinner and he pays (Charles and Delia's idea), then to a Karaoke bar (Adam and Barb's idea) then he sang you really crude love songs all night (Lydia's idea).

-seriously he flirts hard with you all night. He's not a subtle boy. He thinks you're talented and attractive and he will let you know!

-the videos go really well but you two keep getting distracted with talking to each other. There's a lot of bloopers.

-In your video you played a game where the two of you would draw singing prompts from a hat and have to think of a show-tune that fit the scenario or word. (Ex; Beetlejuice got the word "history" and botched the hell out of the rap to Guns and Ships from Hamilton, you got the word 'school' and sang from 25th annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

-in his video you both sang the Whole Playing Games Thing and played some knock off guitar hero and DDR.

-the rest of the weekend is the two of you bonding over YouTube and helping each other with editing. You two watch Buzzfeed Unsolved and eat junk food and he loves hearing you sing and singing together.

-he totally does that thing where he yawns and puts his arm around you.

-you're the one that kisses him when he has to leave and asks that he hit you up next time he's in town. He agrees and asks you on a date next week. You say yes, naturally.

BONUS: The Whole Playing Games Thing

Hey nerds, begging your pardon!

Excuse me! Thanks for tuning in!

Now let's skip tutorials and start on the whole, you know, PLAYING GAMES THING!

You're bored? Enjoy my playing!

Of all these games I've been displaying

And if you think this platforms under-paying

You're absolutely right

THE WHOLE PLAYING GAMES THING

Quests can get a person stressed!

"I shoIuld have grinded way more levels

Now I'm never gonna fight 'em!"

I can show you what comes next

Don't be surprised

You realize

You gotta hit that bell and subscribe!**

So just relax, drink Mountain Dew

I got some scenery to chew

Come on now, babes!

Welcome to a show about games!

**line borrowed from Liana Flores's Beetlejuice Medley

#gamer beej #beetlejuice x reader #nacht ask #nacht fic

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