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justsomerandomfanfic · 14 days

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Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. Can I request matchmaking if requests are still open? It can be romantic or platonic.

(X men/Hobbit/Lotr/Dc/Marvel/Harry Potter/Disney/ I hope it's not too much.) I'm 1.75 tall, chubby, white skinned girl. I am 23 years old. I have curly brown hair that reaches my shoulders and brown eyes. I'm a Gemini. I'm from the Infp.Ravenclaw building. Most of the time I am heterosexual but occasionally I think I am homosexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (Except for those I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, kind and caring nature. I'm not a brawler. But there are times when my patience runs out. I'm a very loyal person and I can't say no. Sometimes I feel like people don't really understand or don't want to understand me. I'm emotional. I am willing to help everyone,

Hi! You are not disturbing me, don't worry :) Matchups were open when you sent this in! Thank you for requesting one! I hope you like it, I'm so sorry for the long wait <33333

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Romantic

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X-Men -

Logan Howlett:

🏍 You met Logan when he visited the X-Mansion - having the mutation to speak to all animals, you were instantly intrigued by the man who had the same name as a Wolverine; Logan was also intrigued by you as well, finding you incredibly kind

🏍 After a couple of months, Logan was actually the one to confess to you, whilst the both of you were on a mission together

🏍 For some odd reason, Logan feels immensely calm around you - he liked to joke that it was because of your mutation and his almost animalistic characteristics; it just brings the both of you closer together

🏍 Logan was actually very interested in your interests - he had never met anyone who was interested in witchcraft - he'd often watch and follow as you went out into forests for herbs and go out to shop for crystals

🏍 You both compliment each other perfectly, both being very loyal to those that you care about, and feeling that others don't understand you; overall, you and Logan are a perfect match

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The Hobbit -

Tauriel:

🍂 You were actually a part of the Company when you first met Tauriel; she actually saved you from a giant spider before she, Legolas, and the other Elven guards captured you

🍂 Despite herself, Tauriel visited you a couple of times during the time of your capture; seeing as you weren't a Dwarf or Hobbit - she wanted to know why you had joined them on their journey

🍂 She actually felt sad that you would have to be locked up away until your stubborn King Thorin said otherwise to Thranduil - she knew that it was not your fault that Dwarves and Elves fought; she was chestfallen when you, the Dwarves, and Hobbit escaped

🍂 She was able to catch up with you, joining you at Bard's home; there you and Tauriel spoke about your interests, there she found out that you were a witch and healer

🍂 After the battle of the five armies - you and Tauriel fighting alongside each other - she convinced you to live in Mirkwood with her, and really, how could you say no?

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Lord Of The Rings -

Faramir:

⭐ You were actually childhood friends with Faramir - and Boromir but he isn't a man of quality... Anyway, you and Faramir had a very special connection

⭐ You both are very interesting in reading and writing - writing to each other if either were away (doing whatever Faramir/you do)

⭐ Though, when you do find yourselves in each other's presence - which is very often - you spend most of your time sitting comfortably reading together

⭐ When he could, Faramir likes to follow you around and learn more about witchcraft, listening intently as you explained spells, herbs, and so on - in which, later, Faramir gifted you a crystal that you had been wanting - (he really is a man of quality)

⭐ You and Faramir feel very comfortable with each other, feeling seen, and heard - Faramir believes that you are the most beautiful person in all of Middle Earth, your beautiful mind marveling above most - he plans to court you - if you wish to do so - in the future

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DC -

Clark Kent;

📰 You met Clark when you accidently bumped into him on your way to work, you coffee crashing and drenching yours and Clark's shirt - you were both very apologetic, and Clark offered to buy you a new coffee (cliche, I know); you got his number in the end (win-win)

📰 What was quite funny at the time, you bumped into Clark again! I know, life is crazy... But, you and Clark bumped into each other - thankfully on both of your days off - and the both of you decided to take a walk around a park together

📰 A couple of months later, you and Clark had become a couple - and then... You met Superman - and you instantly knew he was Clark (despite the spell his glasses held) you knew, witchcraffttttt

📰 You knowing, though worrying Clark that you might become a target, (you could take care of yourself); overall, it did bring the two of you closer together - power couple

📰 Clark loves how much you cared for the people you loved/cared about; he loves how much you help others, and he loves how loyal you are - and he loves how interested you are in parapsychology, he finds your interests very... Well, interesting

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Marvel -

Natasha Romanoff:

🌹 You met Nat when you joined the Avengers - you are quite powerful - having the power to talk to animals and many forms of witchcraft

🌹 She really first started spending time with you after a particularly tough mission between the both of you - she had that 'awe crap, i'm in love moment' when you got shot - though you quickly healed yourself with your craft

🌹 From then on, you and Nat were attached to the hip, spending most of your time together - snacking, baking, reading, training, missions, and even drawing together on rare occasions

🌹 You even had your first kiss at one of Tony's parties, dancing together during a slow song; it was very romantic, the world just fading away around the both of you

🌹 You and Natasha are truly amazing together - amazing fighters, amazing minds, and amazing hearts

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Harry Potter -

Fleur:

💌 You met Fleur during the tournament, as she walked down the rows of tables in the Great Hall, you were in love; as simple as that (and it wasn't just because she was half Veela)

💌 Fleur had felt quite the same, as she walked down the rows of tables, her eyes met yours, and there was just this amazing connection - a zing if you will - and from then on, you and Fleur met up as much as you could during the tournament

💌 When you could spend time together - though few in between - you would meet up in the library and read together, share your favorite books, and often softly read to each other

💌 After the tournament, you both swapped addresses, so the both of you could keep in touch; when possible, you both met up during the summer

💌 When you both spent time together during the summer, you and Fleur would often take walks, spending time in forests and wildflower fields, often braiding each other's hair; life was peaceful and perfect

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Disney -

Ella:

🕊 You met Ella at the ball of all places, dressed in your finest attire, you spotted Ella when she was dancing with the Prince; you found her incredibly beautiful and oh-so wished that you could be dancing with her

🕊 After the ball, you had heard that the Prince was having another ball, for he still needed to find a woman to marry - you guessed that he and Ella didn't have the connection everyone thought they had

🕊 The next time you saw Ella, you were in the market, getting herbs, when you ran into her - you felt a instant connection, there was just something about her smile, her eyes, that you - and Ella - felt something between the both of you

🕊 You often met up to talk when shopping in the market, which you both usually just ended up talking more than shopping; you both spoke about your interests, drawing, reading, and so on

🕊 It wasn't until later that you heard about her living situation; it was then your wish to take her out of that environment - you had a plan to help her

🕊 And you did, when the time was right, you asked Ella to move in with you - you had more than enough room, and she said yes; and from then on, the both of you lived happily ever after

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i-did-not-mean-to · 4 months

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Hope

Prompt: Hope

Characters: Faramir x Éowyn

Warnings: /

Faramir watched as his wife beat the dusty carpet in a ferocious display of skill and determination so incongruous with the domestic task that it made him grin.

He’d never expected to find true love—his steadfast devotion had been to his father, the realm, and their people, and he had taken his duties seriously.

Éowyn turned around and winked at him, face flushed and hair dishevelled; his heart gave an almost painful leap in the face of so much savage beauty.

“Won’t you help me, husband mine?” she teased, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Approaching, Faramir was awash with hope.

So, a bit of LOTR content <3

Lots of love!

-> Masterlist(by @cilil)

#og post #December Drabbles #Fluff #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #Faramir #Éowyn #Farawyn #Hope

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brigwife · 4 months

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Modern AU LOTR Drabble: Kissing Booth

Lothíriel and Éowyn are doing their bit for charity at the Aldburg Christmas fair when Lothiriel's Christmas wish comes true.

945 words of tooth-rotting sapphic fluff! Get your Yuri here!!!

(Ao3 link)

Lothíriel was surprised that Éowyn actually agreed to the kissing booth idea. Not because she had a boyfriend or anything: Faramir was probably the most chilled-out and un-jealous guy Lothíriel knew. No, it was because Éowyn usually looked down on such things as being silly and demeaning to women. But it was to raise funds for the homeless at Christmas, and despite her cynical, tomboy-ish attitude, Éowyn was a huge supporter of charity.

So here they were at the Aldburg village fair, sitting side-by-side in a gaudy pink booth, lined with red tinsel and fairy lights. Between them was a sign that read “KISSES! £1 each or £1.50 for two!” Lothíriel had taken extra care on her hair and makeup for the event, and donned her new white coat with a grey fur trim. Éowyn meanwhile, had her short blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail and was wearing dirty jeans and a green parka with a small hole burnt in the front, courtesy of her time spent around campfires with the girl guides. She never wore any makeup, and Lothíriel was never sure if she was jealous or enamoured by how beautiful she still managed to look, but today Éowyn had acquired some sparkly pink lipgloss from somewhere in order to play the part. It should have looked ridiculous with the rest of her outfit, but somehow she managed to pull it off.

“Back again?” Éowyn laughed, shaking her head.

Lothíriel looked over to see Éowyn’s brother Éomer slouching in front of the booth, with his hands in his pockets. He had been looking at her, but averted his gaze when she met his eyes, and raised a hand to scratch his head.

“Yeah, ah… I was hoping you could change this,” he said, dropping a ten-pound note in front of his sister. “The vending machines in the hall don’t give change and I’m dying for a Mountain Dew.”

“Sure, I can give you nine quid, after you’ve paid for your kiss,” Éowyn replied with a smirk.

A look of confused horror appeared on Éomer’s face. “My what? You’re my sister!”

“Not me, loser! Her.” Éowyn jabbed her thumb in Lothíriel’s direction.

“Oh,” Éomer glanced at Lothíriel, visibly uncomfortable. “No, it’s fine.. I’ll just go down to the shop. It’s only a ten minute walk.” And he slouched off.

Lothíriel wasn’t too offended by Éomer’s rejection - she was more into girls afterall, though she didn’t really understand it. Éowyn’s brother seemed to be pleasant to everyone except her. He knew she was a lesbian of course, but he never struck her as homophobic. She shook her head, and peered into their collection bucket.

“How much have we got so far?” Éowyn asked, popping a chewing gum into her mouth, and leaning over to look. As soon as the other girl was in her personal space, Lothíriel felt that familiar heightened awareness, and crackle of energy between them. She could almost smell the chemicals of Éoywn’s cheap supermarket shampoo.

“£24.50-ish?” Lothíriel replied. “Though I think half of that is from my cousin.”

Éowyn grinned. “He has been back for me a few times, hasn’t he?”

It was true: Faramir’s face was now covered in pink lipstick marks, but he seemed enthusiastically proud of each one. Lothíriel couldn’t blame him - she’d trade in all her Christmas presents for just one, no matter how pathetic she knew that sounded.

The two girls were suddenly cast into shadow as someone approached the booth. Looking up, Lothíriel almost thought it was Faramir back again, but then she realised it was her older cousin, and Faramir’s brother, Boromir.

“Well well,” he said, tapping his fingers on the ledge and shaking his head. “My brother’s girlfriend and my cousin - it’s not looking good for me, is it?”

Éowyn started to open her mouth - probably to say that Faramir probably wouldn’t even mind, when Boromir pulled a five-pound note out of his pocket and continued. “How about I donate a fiver and you kiss each other?”

Lothíriel felt herself blush to the roots of her black hair, and suddenly felt very grateful for the layer of foundation on her face. “Well, I don’t think-” she stuttered, but Éowyn jumped in and cut her off.

“Sure, sounds like a good deal to me. Lottie?”

Lothíriel looked down at Winston Churchill’s crumpled blue scowl in Boromir’s hand, and then back up at Éowyn. Éowyn’s head was tilted slightly as she flicked her piece of gum forward between her teeth so she could remove it, and her grey-green eyes sparkled invitingly. Lothíriel felt an overwhelmingly conflicting desire to both pull her close and kiss her like she’d never been kissed, and flee for the hills.

“Yeah, um. Sure, I guess.”

Éowyn wasted no time. She leant forwards and upwards on her stool in order to reach Lothíriel, who despite sitting down, was still a noticeable couple of inches taller than her. A moment later, a tiny, cold white hand was on Lothíriel’s face and the softest, stickiest lips she had ever felt were pressed against her own. A burst of desire shot right through her body, and it felt like someone was celebrating bonfire night in lower-regions. Lothíriel instinctively leant into the kiss, twisting her fingers into that bunch of short blonde waves, but just as soon as it had started it was over, and Lothíriel was left cold, silently hungering for more.

“Niiiice,” a new voice said to her left, snapping her out of her amorous daze. Lothíriel recognised it as belonging to the Mayor’s teenage son, Pippin Took. “Now If I give you twenty, will you do it with tongue?”

#woooo reporting for yuri duty #lotr #this story requires zero knowledge of tolkien's works #lothiriel #eowyn #faramir #eomer #boromir #fluff #modern au #nonsense #fic #lesbian #sapphictolkien

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diplonimbodocus · 7 months

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I couldn't resist. Here's a little Boromir and Faramir bonding that we all need for our health

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His feet stamped beneath him through the stone halls. He probably shouldn't be running here, in case he were to bump into someone, but he pushed the thought back, feeling the chase, in this situation, far more important. A laugh hiccupped out from behind a big smile as excitement flared up within.

Turning a corner sharply, Faramir found an empty hall with tall grey-white columns, and some wider round fountain-like features. Perfect for hiding around.

He could just hear the footsteps of another, heavier one approach as he ducked behind one of the pools.

There was heavy breathing and he knew the other must have been running hard to catch up. Faramir felt a hidden thrill and pride in his heart, that his brother had had to toil so arduously. He remained where he was.

"Little brother." So he knew he was here, then. "Where are you hiding?"

Faramir almost giggled with the nerves. He sensed his brother searching around the poles on the other side of the room.

"Here I am! And you are too slow." He jumped up and ran away, laughing at the expression Boromir had given in surprise.

"Back here, you little-! I will show you who is slow in the end!"

Faramir trusted in his quick feet now to get ahead, but after a few more twists and turns he could hear the thunderous feet gaining. He said nothing but put all his focus on willing his own legs to be faster, be stronger, be--

"Got you!" Boromir lifted him bodily off the ground as Faramir squealed a laugh, his legs kicking into empty air and he struggled against the bearhug which was enveloping him.

Boromir chuckled and held tight, peering round to enjoy the victory while Faramir squirmed. "You are not quite the better of me yet, little brother."

Then the younger relinquished with a sigh. "Perhaps not. But then again, maybe..."

"You disagree?"

"You are certainly faster, as you've shown. You clearly have the victory when the test requires the brutish qualities of a mountain man..."

"You--!" At that accusatory shout the older brother immediately squeezed his fingers into the soft fleshy parts of his captive that he could reach.

"Bahahaha--! B-boromihihiiir!" Faramir's façade crumbled under the touch of those firm and knowing fingers. They pressed into all the little bony grooves between his lowest ribs, and the softness of his flanks, making him spring away as if he had been burned, to no avail. He remained trapped within the tight hold of his brother's arms.

"You know this is the penalty for treason in my court, little brother!"

"Pleasehahaha! Dohohon't tickleeeee!" The younger boy squealed as Boromir's fingers found a deeper area to prod.

"You've been devising this all day." Boromir chuckled softly. "Why have you been ghosting my steps, poking and provoking me, annoying me, if not to fall victim to my secret weapon?"

Faramir did and said nothing, except kick and struggle and laugh until little droplets appeared at the corners of his eyes. He knew what the other said was true.

"I know you can speak, Faramir." His older brother knew him well. "Now come, and face your trial!"

"Whehehehen you ahare the only juhuhury!" Faramir gave up the pretense incredulously.

"Yes, now how do you plead?!" Boromir dug his fingers in deeper towards his brother's soft belly.

"NOT GUIHIHIHIHILTYYYYYHEHEHEHEEEE!"

"Do you wish to be imprisoned forever? My arms are getting tired. Don't make me put you on the floor. I know some other places which will have you crying out for mercy."

An image of Faramir's hips and then his knees flashed across his own mind. He had been victim to many an assault there by his older brother in the past.

"Now how do you plead?" Boromir's nails were gaining some purchase near his navel.

"GUIHILTY, GUILTYYHEHEHEHE!"

As soon as the concession was made Boromir placed the younger carefully down on the ground, though his knees wobbled and he immediately fell in a heap.

Faramir's raggedy breathing and twitchiness made Boromir laugh. He sometimes wished he could be more like the other, and less of the 'brutish mountain-man'. But as long as he could have this, he would never complain.

After some time Faramir opened his eyes and brought himself up to sit next to his attacker, with a small smile still on his face.

"I wasn't really annoying you, was I?

Boromir was taken aback for an instant, before he remembered who he was talking with, and the ways that boy's mind would dwell. They were, at times, so different.

"Not at all. I was teasing." He laughed and ruffled Faramir's fine hair. "I will always take joy chasing you, and catching you!"

"Don't expect that to last for long. I think I may outpace you soon enough." Faramir betrayed a laugh behind his smile.

Boromir did the same, and pulled an arm round Faramir's slight shoulders. "That may well be, little brother. But not today."

#lotr #boromir #faramir #fluff #brothers #big brother little brother bonding #tickling #i think there's like 5 years between them so i was thinking faramir would be about 12 and boromir 17 but read it however you like

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2x4swrites · 9 days

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reposting this because I originally linked it in a reblog chain on @borom1r + I’m very happy with it:

a little over 5k words of wedding & sword exchange fluff with Éomer and Faramir, because I love iron-age Norse culture and the parallels that can be drawn between it & Rohan 💚

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#lotr #faramir/éomer #faramir #éomer #fluff #wedding fic #is tumblr still hiding posts w/ links in them from tags? this site is such a nightmare I can never keep up with its bullshit. anyways #Read My Fic Boy.#im still getting scholarly essays emailed to me bc of the academic writing archive I signed up for to research this fic lmao #appreciate the effort!!#pls 👉🏻👈🏻🥲

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camille-lachenille · 1 year

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Day 10 of All of Arda is Autistic:

Prompt: flirting/umbrella

Rating: Gen

Faramir/Éowyn

From Peregrin Took of the Shire, Knight of Gondor,

to Lord Faramir, Steward of Gondor and Prince of Ithilien and Lady Éowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan and Princess of Ithilien

My dear friends,

It is with much joy that I learned of your wedding and subsequent move to the fair land of Ithilien. I wish you all the happiness in Middle-Earth in your life together. And it only seemed adequate to send you gifts of congratulation for the happy event. So, I hereby offer you, in the finest tradition of the Shire, and umbrella so my may walk together even in rainy days. I had it made specially for you in Bree, and the merchant assured me it was large enough to shelter two Big People.

Merry, who is reading over my shoulder, reminds me to tell you that walks under a light Spring shower are considered highly romantic activities in the Shire, and it falls to the gentleman to hold the umbrella for his ladylove. I do not know if it rains often so far south, but the umbrella is also efficient to protect against the harsh sun, just in case.

The other gift is a sample of flowers seeds (Sam selected them), and it is tradition in the Shire for newlyweds to plant a flourishing garden in their new home as a blessing for a large and prosperous family.

Frodo and Sam send their congratulations, and if you received this letter, you certainly have Merry’s one.

Friendly yours,

Pippin

PS: I hope I got the titles right, this is a very confusing business.

Once the reading done, Faramir set the letter aside, smiling so much his face hurt. Éowyn was smiling too, but her whole attention was turned on this ‘umbrella’ contraption as she opened and closed it again and again. “Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella…” she repeated gleefully, her face lit with happiness. Faramir felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of his wife (his wife!) so free in her demonstration of sheer joy and excitement at a new object.

The umbrella was a fascinating contraption: closed, it looked like a cane wrapped in thin, colourful oilskin, and it had a mechanism that allowed it to open in a little dome just large enough for both Faramir and Éowyn to squeeze under, as Pippin had promised in his letter. And, once open, the umbrella revealed the alternance of white and green triangles of oilskin, the green parts marked with a horse and the white with a half moon and a flower, the coat of arms of Ithilien.

“Pippin also sent diagrams and instructions to repair or replicate the umbrella,” Faramir said, almost bouncing on his toes from the anticipation of studying them in great detail.

Éowyn glanced up at him and her smile was blinding. “Can we first try the umbrella? It looks like it may rain, later.” Well, it was as good as any other occasion to have a walk with his wife. Faramir agreed happily and they set out almost at once.

As it turned out, it rained this afternoon. It also turned out that a Shire umbrella could offered little shelter from the infrequent but abundant summer downpours of Ithilien. So, it was a soaked through pair that returned to the newly built house, but neither Faramir nor Éowyn could care less. And it even became a sort of a tradition for the Lady and Lord of Ithilien to go out for walks in the rain with their strange umbrella, much to the fond amusement of their people.

Yay, I am already behind with the prompts! But I struggled to come up with an idea for this one. And then I was so exhausted after the Easter preparation and celebration that I couldn’t write a single word. I intended to write yesterday, but I got into Sewing Hyperfocus and, after five hours straight of sewing, I couldn’t align a straight thought, much less write anything coherent.

#all of arda is autistic 2023 #tolkien #the lord of the rings #autistic characters #faramir #eowyn #faramir x eowyn #autistic faramir #autistic eowyn #audhd pippin #fluff #gifts #ficlet #writing prompt #autism acceptance month

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justsomerandomfanfic · 11 days

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If you don't mind, could I please get a Lotr matchup 🥺 I saw that your requests are open and got really excited. I'd like a male ship please! I'm a 21 year old autistic girl who uses a lot of names and aliases. I also have ADHD and am chronically ill with things like asthma, joint pain and both (mild) kyphosis and scoliosis, but I still keep surprisingly active despite it. I'm known for having pretty legendary pain tolerance too, haha. Though because I'm still disabled, I tend to be a bit of a homebody and am very attached to my home.

Personality-wise, I'm simultaneously extremely level-headed and stubborn as a bull; I make my choices wisely, but I'm also quite fierce when I feel the need to be, and I don't give up easily. I've been called wise before and I tend to give good advice, though I can also be a bit of a hermit sometimes when I don't feel like talking. I'm a weird mix between very scholarly and very active, I love working out and getting strong but I'm also addicted to learning new things and reading. I tend to collect books on witchcraft, herbalism (both for healing and poisons) and cooking. Speaking of which, I love cooking, baking, sewing, gardening, caring for horses and I work as a librarian at the moment.

My personality tends to throw people off a little, mainly because I'm very sweet and friendly but also a little off-putting. Both because I come from a family with a morbid sense of humor, and because I do genuinely enjoy messing with people a little. I'm a solid true to chaotic neutral. The kind of person who would joke about poisoning people but given that I know so much about plants you might actually get worried that I would, despite me being very friendly to you just five minutes ago. I'm just that kind of person, I guess, I like to keep people on their toes. That being said, my friendly side is no facade, and there's little I love more than helping people, I actively go out of my way to do it. I especially like feeding people and making new recipes for others to try. I'd say my major flaws are that I'm stubborn, I don't forgive easily, and I can be a little sassy and passive aggressive when I get tired or upset.

As for my appearance, I am very very short and very skinny, though I'm moreso lean since I enjoy working out. I actually have decently large biceps but it's contrasted with a Disney princess-esque waist which I find kinda funny. I have very long wavy reddish-brown hair (I describe it as “strawberry brunette”), and I wear glasses. I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection.

Alright I think that's about it! Sorry if this is too long! (Btw I think I might have requested a matchup from you before but I love your writing so much that I want to get one again, I really hope that's okay ;-;) Have a good day!

Hello! Welcome back! No worries, you can request as many matchups as you want! <333 I hope you like the matchup this time too :)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

✨ You met Faramir with Gandalf and Pippin, unfortunately, Denethor doesn't really like the three of you, that's Denethor for you; but it wasn't long until you got to meet Faramir - the younger brother of Boromir, and for some reason, you both felt a connection between the two of you

✨ During your stay, you and Faramir got to know each other more, taking walks when possible and talking about your interests and even bonding over shared interests - when you told him about your collection of books on witchcraft and herbalism at home, he was impressed; you told him that one of the reasons you joined the Fellowship was because you were a good healer (other than that, you loved adventure, and could do and few spells here and there)

✨ After Faramir got shot by that arrow though, you stayed by his side the entire time, and only then - realizing how close you were to losing him - did you come to realize that you had grown incredibly fond of the young man of great quality; whilst he was in his little healing coma though, you would sit and read to him

✨ Once he had finally awakened, he was surprised to have found you by his bedside - his heart went (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ - and soon, you both found yourself courting; you would often bring him little baked goods, and Faramir would sometimes gift you books on new, interesting topics when he finds them

✨ You and Faramir are very similar to each other - being passionate, caring, and intelligent - you both are very much never gonna give each other up, or let each other down, or run around, or desert each other

#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #faramir #faramir of gondor #faramir x reader #faramir son of denethor

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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October 7th

Scary movies/stories

Ah, today, a small Modern!AU Farawyn for the anon who sent me a request for them in May and for all the human-enjoyers in my discord servers.

Words: 421

Warnings: referenced violence

Faramir was terrified. He would never have admitted it, but he was about to jump out of his skin when the young woman on screen padded down the deserted, ill-lit, creaking landing while the music swelled ominously.

Waiting helplessly for the worst to happen without being able to anticipate or prevent anything was a feeling he knew only too well, and it made his flesh crawl in the worst possible way; beside him, Éowyn tensed like a coil, ever ready to strike first.

The lady in the movie was a snivelling creature, panting and sobbing under her breath as she turned the doorknob so slowly that Faramir thought it was attached to tripwires or something of that kind; if she had been anything like his beloved girlfriend, she wouldn’t even have gotten herself into such a dire situation – vulnerable, defenceless, and woefully unprepared – because she would have armed herself to the teeth and lain in wait for the would-be-murderer.

Thus enraptured by his amorous thoughts about Éowyn, Faramir didn’t follow the set-up of the next jump scare closely enough to be taken in and so he was able to save face by not leaping off the sofa with a shriek when the heroine was grabbed from behind and flung against a bannister.

“Get up, girl,” Éowyn yelled at the flatscreen TV passionately, “hit him where it hurts!”

Rubbing a soothing hand over her back, Faramir leaned against her – seeking and dispensing reassurance in equal measures – and allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth; he was no longer scared in the least for he knew for a fact that they were smarter, braver, and stronger than those dumb kids who kept breaking into dilapidated, old houses.

“She’s just so naïve,” Éowyn sighed, “someone should help her!” She turned her head slowly – the girl was still trying to crawl in the wrong direction – and kissed him hard for a few seconds.

“If she was a bit more like me, she’d have a boyfriend who would not wander off to look at ‘cool shit’,” she stated with such proud conviction that he couldn’t help but smirk.

“If she was anything like you, my beloved,” Faramir replied, slinging an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close until he could rest his chin on the crown of her head, “she wouldn’t need the boyfriend.”

“She would,” Éowyn whispered and sighed happily, snuggled into the warm embrace of the one she loved, while – on-screen – the surmised final girl was slaughtered viciously.

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overatthefrankensteinplace · 9 months

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okay the end of return of the king F U C K S me up but like why am I thinking about watching all of lotr again

#lord of the rings #lotr #I’d give someone #a big kiss #and my 1st born #to rp with me #if I don’t faramir or Aragorn fluff #I might die #lotr roleplay

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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everybody’s talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice)

summary: The one where the boys don’t know that Eddie Munson is dating the pretty assistant librarian that always helps them out. Dustin has a crush on her. Mike thinks it’s fake. Erica just wants to get home to watch Thundercats.

“Uh, Eddie?” Lucas started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?”

Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.”

There was silence.

“Your what?”

warnings: none! wholesome fluff here lmao. a lot of d&d references -- curse of strahd is a banger

“You kids okay?” you asked, setting down the collection of Tolkien books they’d recalled from the front desk. “Fresh out of the returns bin, I thought I’d better bring them over here before I reshelved.”

“Thanks,” Lucas breathed, grabbing the top one from the pile and hauling it open. He’d always liked you. You’d started as assistant librarian two years ago, and had always had a soft spot for them, wheeling them straight to the fantasy section when they’d stumbled in as wide-eyed kids on their first day.

“Now, what’s all this about?” you asked, leaning over to read Dustin’s notes. “Book report? I didn’t think Fellowship was on the syllabus.” You pressed one manicured nail to the paper. “You’ve spelled Lothlorien wrong, honey.”

“You’ve read The Lord of the Rings?” Dustin demanded, his hair flouncing as he peered up at you from his book cavern. “Really? What’s your favourite book? Favourite character?”

You laughed. “The Two Towers, and Faramir,” you said, and chewed on the edge of your thumb. “Pippin is a close second, though. Are you guys just in a book club?” Your eyes lit up as you took a seat next to them, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Can I join?”

“It’s not a book club,” Mike said, and chewed his mouth a moment, obviously debating admitting something. “We’re doing research for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign.”

You stared at them. “You’re in Hellfire?” you asked, and then pulled their notes over to you, nodding at the numbers you saw. “Ah. That makes sense then. Yikes. Five charisma, Lucas, really?”

Lucas yanked his notes back as Dustin’s mouth fell open a little bit more. If that were possible. “You play D&D?” he asked, voice going shrill.

“Dustin, honey, this is a library,” you said, pressing your index finger to your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “You play D&D? You know about Hellfire?”

You snorted, and twisted in the seat, looking very unlike the prim and proper librarian you had been moments ago. The way you were lounging sparked something in Lucas’ brain, something familiar, but he pushed it down. “Do I know about Hellfire,” you muttered, shaking your head. “My brother was the first DM.”

That caused an absolute uproar. Their pencils flew about the room, papers shoving, and you tried to no avail to calm them down. You could feel the gaze of Mrs. Leibniz, head librarian, burning into the back of your skull.

“Boys, boys,” you said, waving your hands. “Okay, Jesus Chr– yikes,” you corrected lamely. “One at a time, one at a time.”

“What did you play?” Mike asked.

“Do you still play?” That was Lucas.

“Do you want to come to Hellfire?” Dustin, sweetly, hopefully.

You smiled at them, twirling a pencil as you cast your mind back. “God, back in the day? I think my character in my Hellfire days, before I was a DM, was an Elven rogue,” you said, nodding as it came back to you. “Tinuviel, of the Woodland Realm. She was such a knockoff Eowyn it’s kind of a wonder Tolkien never sued. I do still play, a little, when my brother has the time to do a oneshot. I can’t come to Hellfire, it clashes with my shifts. Satisfied?”

The boys nodded, and you smiled at them firmly, glancing down at a sheet of paper. There was a beat of silence, and then –

“Wait, sorry, did you say you DM?” Mike said, twisting in his seat to look at you.

You shrugged. “We had a rotating DM base back then,” you said, scratching the back of your head. Again, the motion pinged something in Lucas’ skull, but he wasn’t sure what. “Once my brother left, I shared the year with Eddie Munson – you guys must know Eddie, right?”

They nodded. You leaned forward conspiratorially.

“I made him cry when he faced down Strahd.”

“No way,” Lucas said, rocking back in his chair. Your hand shot out, slamming it back onto four feet before he would tumble. “Shit, I mean, dang. Sorry. But you made him cry?”

You grinned, remembering it fondly. “Yeah,” you said, and Mike saw your librarian persona totally slip away in exchange for a totally feral smile. “He didn’t speak to me for a weak after he died. God. Good times.”

“You’re crazy,” Dustin said, pointing a pencil at you, “and you’re everything we need.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s simple,” he said, pointing at the paper. “You can help us outwit Eddie. Run circles around him. You’ve almost definitely played Rahasia before. He won’t know what hit him!”

You wrinkled your nose. “Dustin, honey, doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of D&D?” you asked, and he shrugged. “You’re better off without me, kids. Just–” You stopped, looking up at them from under your eyelashes. “Does Eddie still do that thing when he DMs, where he, like,” you chewed your bottom lip, “starts singing?”

“I hate the singing,” Mike groaned, and Lucas nodded in agreement. “He writes all these songs! And then he sings them! Sometimes with guitar!”

“It’s great for worldbuilding,” Lucas said quickly, “but. It does go on for a bit.”

You bit back a smile. “Some things never change.”

Dustin shot you a quick grin. “We’re actually going to Hellfire after school today,” he said, “if you want to come with us? Break out that old Elf rogue.”

You shook your head. “I’m a Halfling now,” you said, quirking up a smile. “Rindi, of the Shire. Master thief. Besides, it’d clash with my shifts. And then where would I be? You don’t think you guys are my only kids, do you?”

With that, you stood up, leaning over to whisper, “If you’re playing Rahasia, make sure you’ve got a bone dagger on you,” before moving back to the reshelving trolley. “Good luck, boys! Tell Eddie I say hi!”

“Hey Eddie,” Dustin chirped as he headed into Hellfire. “We bumped into an old friend of yours at lunch.”

He quirked an eyebrow, munching on a sandwich from his backpack. “Uh-huh?” Eddie said, not really listening to him. “And?”

Dustin shrugged, and looked at Eddie slyly. “Tinuviel says hi.”

Eddie blinked, and swung his leg down from where he was sprawled across the chair. “You met my girl!” he crowed, throwing the sandwich down onto the table, sending bits of lettuce careening across the minifigures. “She’s a spitfire, that one.”

“She’s the assistant librarian,” Mike supplied helpfully, and Eddie shot him a weird look.

“I know,” he responded, furrowing his brows. “We’re literally on the same campus, like, all the time.”

Mike flushed. That much was obvious.

“Anyway, enough chitty-chatty,” Eddie said, and leant over the gameboard. “You last left Rahasia in the dark of the night, exhausted and weary from a skirmish…”

“Hi,” Dustin said to you, meekly. You peered over at him from the books you were checking back in, locked up in a cavernous stack of AP Calculus texts and editions of Hamlet. “This is. This is kind of a weird question. You don’t have to say yes.”

You shoved some of the books out of the way to look at him, and pressed your glasses up your nose. “Hey, everything okay?” you asked, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Take deep breaths, Dustin.”

He shook his hair out. “Well,” he said, taking his hat off and holding it in front of him like a Regency era gentleman. “It’s my birthday next Saturday–”

“Happy birthday,” you said automatically, and he shot you a nervous smile.

“I was wondering. Well, we were wondering. Mike, Lucas, and me,” he clarified, “if you’d like to come over and play a oneshot campaign with us? I’m DMing for my birthday, and it’s my first time, and I’m kind of nervous. It’d be really cool to have more people in the party.”

You winced. “Dustin, honey,” you said, and pulled another returned copy of Hamlet toward you. “That’s not really appropriate. I’m a teacher here.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an assistant librarian,” he countered. “Plus, you know what you’re doing! It’ll be fun!”

You scratched the side of your nose, glancing down and away from him. “Sweetie, I’m sorry. It’s against policy, I can’t just show up. I could get into a lot of trouble.” You shot him a smile, unhappy with how crushed he seemed to be. “Look, look, tell you what,” you said, pressing your thumb to your mouth and chewing at the nail as you scrawled out your shift timings. “If you meet me in the library on the days you don’t have Hellfire, I’ll help you with your oneshot, okay?”

He brightened. “I get to hang out with you?”

You blinked stupidly. “Uh. Yeah, I guess,” you offered, and shoved the paper toward him. “I’m kind of rusty, but I’ll see what I can do. How many are in the party?”

“The usual Hellfire guys,” he said, “so four. Oh, and Lucas’ sister. So five,” Dustin said, and you nodded, wheels in your brain turning as you tried to think of a good campaign for them that’d be finished in time. “You’d really help me with this?”

You grinned, and nudged his elbow with your pen. “Once in Hellfire, always in Hellfire, kiddo,” you said, and he shoved his bookbag down on the table. “Hey!”

“You’re free now,” he said, pointing at the sheet, and started pulling reams of paper from his bag. “I was thinking, like, a desert campaign. You know. Caravans and camels, that sort of thing.”

You bit back a fond smile, and watched as he laid out the bare bones of his first ever Dungeon Master session.

“There you are,” said a voice, after nearly half an hour of you helping Dustin build the stats of his Lizardfolk NPC, and you grinned at the sight of Eddie Munson standing near the desk. “Dude, we thought you died. You’re gonna miss lunch. Heya, teech,” he added, winking at you.

You smiled up at him beatifically, and pushed Dustin’s papers back toward him. “Hey, honey,” you said to Eddie, and glanced back at your desk. “You’re gonna do great, Dustin. Don’t worry about it, okay? You’re a natural.”

“Can I come back?” Dustin said quickly, and Eddie glanced down at him in surprise. “Like. To work on the campaign. With you. Here. Or other places. So it’s perfect. You know.” He smiled again, and you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Of course you can, Dustin,” you said, and looked up at Eddie above Dustin’s head. “He wants me to help build out his birthday campaign.”

Eddie grinned, and clapped his hands on Dustin’s shoulders. “And you’re enlisting my girl Tinuviel?” he asked, and Dustin smiled nervously up at him. “There have never been safer hands, my friend. This will be a campaign to remember.”

With one hand on Dustin’s head, Eddie wheeled him out of the room, before turning around surreptitiously to blow a kiss at you. You jumped up from the desk slightly to catch it, nuzzling it softly, before biting down viciously at the fake kiss. Eddie gasped in horror, and shielded his eyes, parting his hands slightly to shoot you a wink before he vanished out the door.

It was a few days of this, of Dustin appearing in the library at lunch with an apple for you in one hand and a binder in the other, as the deadline of his birthday loomed. You helped him take detailed note of his characters – who did what voices, where did people stay, what was a catchphrase you could use to slip into character. He was sweet. You understood why Eddie was so fond of him.

“You’re gonna do great,” you told Dustin on the Friday, as he was packing his things up. “Seriously. I wasn’t this prepared for my first campaign. Just remember to keep your character sheets–”

“Right where I can find them,” Dustin agreed, zipping up his backpack. “Thank you. I’m really sorry you can’t come.”

You shrugged. “Policy is policy,” you said, and ruffled his hair. “Knock ‘em dead, champ.”

“What do you mean we can’t use the room?” Dustin demanded, staring up at the custodian. “I booked it today! I need it!”

The custodian shrugged, grimacing as he turned back to the door. “Pipe’s faulty in there,” he said, scratching under his chin. “We need to seal the area. Should be fine in the morning.” He paused. “You got stuff in there? We can get it out before it gets too wet.”

Dustin groaned. “Party’s off,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. “Unless you want to play an underwater level.”

Mike sighed. The rest of Hellfire were gathered around the door, looking at it despondently. After a long moment of silence, Eddie turned to them, looking more serious than he ever had before.

“Okay,” he said. “We can use my trailer–” They chorused a cheer, but he held up a hand. “Best behaviour, okay? We spent all week cleaning that thing up, and I can actually see my reflection in the countertops now, so if any of you fuck my hard work up I’ll rip your tiny little balls off.” He paused, and looked at Erica. “Or, uh. Lady balls.”

“Freak,” said Erica.

They piled into Eddie’s van, Dustin calling shotgun, as they careened down the road to Eddie’s trailer park. The windows were open to the trailer, and laundry was hung on the line, Eddie snatching a shirt from it as they walked in. Lucas stared at the pairs of bras dangling from the line. Hold the fucking phone.

“Yeesh, yeesh, keep it down,” Eddie said, settling the kids down at his trestle table. “God, I never should’ve let you guys drink all that Coke. Sugar is bad for you, you know?”

“You’re smoking,” Erica said bluntly, and Eddie nodded sagely.

“That’s because I’m grown,” he told her. “I can do what I like.”

Inside the trailer, Lucas froze. There was a pair of shoes by the door, heeled, small. He blinked. He knew those shoes from somewhere. “Uh, Eddie?” he started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?”

Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.”

There was silence.

“Your what?” Mike practically yelled, Dustin and Lucas joining. “Since when have you had a girlfriend? Why have you never brought her to Hellfire? What the hell–”

“What the hell is going on?”

Their heads snapped up to see you, standing blearily in Eddie’s doorway and rubbing at one eye with the cuff of Eddie’s shirt, hanging loose over your frame. Dustin screamed. You flinched, before pulling your hand from your face to stare at the group. “Uh.”

There was a long pause.

“You’re not wearing pants,” Erica said, helpfully, and you vanished back into the room with a squeak, before reappearing in a pair of shorts.

“Eddie,” you hissed, and your boyfriend looked at you askance. “Why in the goddamn – cover your ears,” you barked at the kids, “everloving fuck are the kids in the house?”

“That’s not the important question,” Dustin hissed. “What are you doing in Eddie’s trailer?”

Eddie froze, his head darting between the two of you like a lost puppy. “Dude,” Eddie said, looking at Dustin in confusion. “She lives here.”

“She’s your girlfriend?!” Mike demanded, staring at you in shock. You blinked the sleep blearily from your eyes, and head over to the counter, pouring instant coffee into a mug while shooting daggers at Eddie – he was mouthing, sorry sorry sorry. “The assistant librarian?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Eddie said, his eyes jumping from each of the kids’ expressions. “You guys didn’t know?”

“No, we did not know!” Dustin snapped, and you swallowed a tentative sip of coffee, coming out from the kitchen to stand by Eddie. “You never mentioned having a girlfriend!”

“I’m pretty sure I did,” Eddie said, turning around to look at you. You were unimpressed. “I’m literally always saying, I gotta go see my girl, or hey that’s my girl.”

“Oh,” Lucas said dumbly. “I thought that was about your guitar.”

You snorted so hard you felt the coffee shoot up your nose. Dustin looked crushed.

“My gui– You guys seriously think that looking like this, I hadn’t snatched up the prettiest girl in Hawkins High in my time?” Eddie demanded, tugging you by the beltloop of your shorts to come closer to him. “Guys. Come on. I was beating them off with a stick.”

Your hand settled in Eddie’s hair, sleep still making you hazy. “You asked me out fifteen times, Munson,” you muttered, and he swatted at your scratching fingers. “One time you even wrote me a song.”

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed.

“But– we never see you guys together,” Dustin said, voice going slightly shrill at the end. He was alternating between staring at you, and then at Eddie, and then at you, over and over that you thought he’d get motion sickness.

“I’m a librarian,” you said, not unkindly, coming to perch on the arm of the sofa as Eddie’s hand settling lazily across your thighs. “I can’t exactly come sit at the lunch table, Dustin.”

“That checks out,” Lucas muttered to Mike, who was still taking in the scene. “Like. Damn. Uh. Congrats, I guess?”

“Thank you,” Eddie said, sending you a genuinely happy smile before squeezing your thigh. “Sorry for the wakeup, Tinuviel. Hellfire flooded.”

You hissed sympathetically. “Yikes.”

“I’m sorry, this is great and all,” Erica said, and put her hands on her hips. “But are we ever gonna play this campaign? Because there’s an episode of Thundercats tonight, and I never miss Thundercats.”

You bite back a laugh, and disentangle yourself from Eddie. “You guys set up. I’ll –” You glanced back at the kitchen thoughtfully. “Dustin, sweetie, do you like cake?”

“Um.” Dustin blinked a few times. “Yeah?”

“Then happy birthday. I’ll bake you one.” You smiled sweetly as you headed into the kitchen portion of the trailer, sipping your coffee thoughtfully as you heard the boys start to interrogate Eddie about the relationship. “Oh, and Dustin?”

His head snapped up, sheepishly pulling away from where he was furtively whispering with your boyfriend. “Yes?”

You winked. “Save me a seat. Tinuviel’s coming out of the woodwork.”

(You and Eddie had met in middleschool, with his hair buzzed short and yours long enough to reach the small of your back. There was a copy of the Lord of the Rings that was two weeks overdue, after a lot of begging and pleading with Mrs Leibniz (Miss Franks, back then), she had finally released the culprit’s name to you.

You shoved Eddie in the playground and demanded he return the book, standing on top of the sandpit in a blaze of righteous fury.

Eddie asked you to be his girlfriend there and then.

It took three years, ten campaigns, and one drunken proposal after prom night for you to finally say yes.)

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female original character #stranger things #guys something i wrong with me

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shirefantasies · 3 months

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Congratulations on 100 followers! 👏 🎉 🥳

This kind of a weird request but I wanted to ask how you would imagine the Fellowship would react/take care of their companion on their period? Like having severe cramps. It can be romantic or platonic relationship it's up to you but I would like Boromir to be romantic.Just lots of fluff basically.🤗

I just really enjoy reading how my favorite characters would take care of me when I'm in pain.😅

Thank you 🥰 oh same because I get reallllly bad period symptoms unless I take my supplements long enough before (and sometimes anyway 😣) so I adore being taken care of by my blorbos 🥺 doing everyone because I wanna write this with Faramir & write some wlw fluff 🥰

LoTR Characters When You’re on Your Period (F!Reader)

Warnings: small blood/pain mentions, a suggestive joke

Aragorn

✧ Your exchange is wordless; Aragorn sees the way you jolt at a sudden shock of pain, catches your eyes and gives you an inquisitive nod. You nod back and that is that, no questions asked.

✧ If you are traveling, your pace slows and Aragorn will hear no two words about it. He allows more breaks, hunts twice as hard, directs you to the softest place to sit and just gives the others firm looks if they try to give complaint.

✧ “Please,” he’ll urge you gently, taking your hand in his, “try to eat something. You’ll need your strength.” Just the sound of his voice, the care therein, practically brings tears to your eyes.

✧ Honestly, it takes a lot for him to suppress his laughter if you snap at one of the others, at least when your outburst is warranted. Glance over and you might catch him giving them an ‘I warned you’ look.

✧ Takes on more fights for you, bidding you to stand back and let him take care of things for once.

Legolas

✧ Perplexed but very concerned when he comes upon the sight of you sprawled out with a grimace of pain across your beautiful face. His first motion is to help you up, secondly asking what ails you. While he looks at you like he does not understand, his actions suggest otherwise.

✧ Every month he learns to follow it, the moon his reminder, and every month Legolas silently begins his gathering. Your favorite tea? Check. Your comfort item? Perfectly clean and ready to hand off. Your bedding? Also perfectly clean and assembled just how you like it. Even Legolas’s words are softer, more understanding in case of sudden complaint or upset.

✧ “It’s like you know what I want before I want it.” “Knowing you,” Legolas replies with a smile, “is my greatest joy.”

✧ Good luck trying to stand on your own; Legolas all but hovers around you, offering a hand whenever you attempt to rise.

✧ He becomes extra protective, taking hold of you by the waist at the first sound or sight of danger, lest anything make it worse.

Boromir

✧ All but bursts into your room the moment he hears that you are bedridden, rushing to take your hand and ask you what has happened in a whisper you can’t help a faint chuckle at before you explain.

✧ Taken visibly aback, Boromir then shakily asks what he can do, smiling when you tell him just to stay with you. “Pretend it’s a wound from some great battle,” you joke. “Oh, indeed,” he agrees before you two begin coming up with more and more ridiculous fights and scrapes you got into, Boromir’s thumb drawing circles over the back of your hand.

✧ He offers to try rubbing where it hurts, applying faint warm pressure over where your lower half is assaulting you. “How is this, my love?”

✧ Uses you having any difficulty with walking as an excuse to pick you up and carry you on his back.

✧ Does your washing up, partially just to prove your teasing about him not being brave enough wrong! He is a warrior, after all.

Gimli

✧ The others alert Gimli in a hiss after he less-than-tactfully panics that you’ve been hurt, sending his lips pursing into a shocked ‘o’ and his gaze sliding back to your stooped form.

✧ “Oh, er, well there lassie, if you need anything at all you know who to call for.” “Well,” you groan, “if you’ve any spare rags I’ll gladly take them.” “Rags? What would you want with…oh. Oh.” “Scared of a little blood, Gimli?” “No, not I,” Gimli replies despite his shaken expression, “I’m so used to the stuff by now, what’s the trouble?”

✧ Insistent as he is that dwarves are the best carers of their women, Gimli quickly works to prove his point and, in his words, win your heart with the lot of it. You’re skeptical when you see him sticking rocks in the fire, but at the end of the day the warmth is heaven upon your aching body and Gimli looks just as pleased as you feel.

✧ He probably also recommends you a strong drink under the claim that it eases pain like nothing else. Whether this is helpful or not is up to you.

✧ Goes surprisingly soft when you curl up, still facing wave after wave of cramps. Reaches over to you and strokes your hair, sitting at your side looking for all the world like a guard dog.

Frodo

✧ Your pain is interrupted by a gasp that has you looking up, meeting Frodo’s wide blue eyes glistening with concern at your sudden jerk. Familiar as Frodo is with pain, he recognizes your motion without a single question.

✧ Urges you to sit or lie still, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head like punctuation.

✧ While you rest up, Frodo tells you stories, stories of his uncle Bilbo’s adventures, tales from the days of the elves, anything to send you to a different place then you currently must be in.

✧ Offers you extra blankets or his cloak if you’re feeling cold or in need of comfort.

✧ Shy as he can be, in your time of need his hands hardly leave your shoulders or your side, quite protective even if he is smaller than you.

Sam

✧ “Whoa, easy there,” Sam tells you as he sits you down, “what happened?” Poor thing thinks you got some bad news or something the way you’re tearing up.

✧ Holds you close to his chest as you let the tears flow, shaking his head when you start to tell him it’s stupid, you’re just in pain and upset. “Can’t think of any more reasonable reasons to cry. Don’t worry, just let it all out.”

✧ Such a sweetheart, he won’t leave your side for hardly anything….except to go pick you some flowers to raise your spirits, of course!

✧ Flushes a bit at the suggestion, but one hundred percent helps you undress and change into more comfortable clothes. Even if he tries to look shyly away as much as possible.

✧ Definitely cooks you something hearty and nutritious, encouraging you to eat even just a little bit. Sam will even hand feed you spoonfuls if you’re feeling bad enough.

Merry

✧ “Oh, yeah, I know all about that!” “You do?” “Sure, I saw what my father did for Mum, after all. Come here.”

✧ Apparently what Mr. Brandybuck did for the missus was to build her the most massive nest of pillows known to Hobbit-kind. “And what’s she do in here?” You ask, waving a hand feebly over your new home. “Well, not sure what they did after that but I think I’ve heard of a way to lessen the pain.” Whether that works or earns him a smack you can decide.

✧ From your pillow pile you become queen of, well, Merry at least, though he puts on an act of being scared of displeasing you at first. You can’t help laughing as he kneels before you, asking what snacks you request or if you’d like some water.

✧ Meriadoc “chugs respecting women juice” Brandybuck has silently vowed to never once make any ill jokes at your expense. No asking if it’s your time if you express any emotion he doesn’t, no teasing you for needing help, no acting like said help is too gross for him, ever.

✧ That being said, he even does your washing up for you!

Pippin

✧ Definitely more the type to fret and worry, hands going to your back as you double over and he asks what’s wrong, are you hurt? Whether your words are sheepish or unabashed, you tell him it’s your womanly cycle and Pippin’s eyes practically pop out of his lovely little head. “O-oh. What should I do?”

✧ His cluelessness is actually perfect for the situation because he truly will do anything you say will help, whether it’s bottling up some hot water, fetching you your favorite snacks, making you tea, even singing you a song if you tell him it’ll raise your spirits.

✧ His absolute favorite thing to do, though, is offer company, tumbling onto the bed with you and chatting the afternoon away.

✧ This quickly evolves, though, and soon Pippin is holding you for dear life, an arm wrapped around the front of you where he draws warm, gentle circles lightly over your pain.

✧ “This isn’t so bad, is it?” You swat him for that, but in spite of yourself cuddle closer and join his sheepish laughter.

Faramir

✧ No questions asked, Faramir is by your side stroking your hair and getting it out of your face if it falls so.

✧ Musing over the strength it takes to fight such internal battles, he cradles you in his arms or, if you prefer not to be touched, holds your hand as he sits at your side.

✧ Well-read as Faramir is, some pain remedies swim to the forefront of his mind and he goes off to seek them.

✧ When you lie down, he tucks you in so softly, that sparkle in his eyes you love so much twinkling just for you. “This will pass,” he whispers.

✧ Blames himself if you get upset sometimes, but is reassured and happy again when you tell him he need never pull away from you.

Eomer

✧ Confused, frankly, at why you suddenly can’t walk, for he cannot conceive of a reason until you admit this is unfortunately quite normal for you.

✧ Asks you why, frowns in greater confusion and sympathy when you say you do not know, acts a little bit uncomfortable about details but still sets out to aid.

✧ Too uncomfortable to ask his sister, he opts instead to seek out a healer and practically demand anything that helps with a woman’s “well, time.” He’s getting the spirit slowly but surely, alright?

✧ Bursts into your room with an armful of everything the healer has, ready to brainstorm solutions to have you right again. You can’t help but chuckle at the whirlwind you’ve just gone through all over some cramps.

✧ He gets quite restless until you call him to your side, asking him to quit fretting and just lay with you. “Ah, that I can do,” he says with a grin.

Haldir

✧ Haldir’s steady expression drops when he learns of your ailment. Everything else he is holding or doing drops as soon as possible, too, and he is going to you.

✧ Taken aback at the sight of you, he realizes he did not know a woman’s cycle could take such a toll as to leave you bedridden. He isn’t used to seeing you so weak and is ready to do what it takes to end it.

✧ He has all these wonderful scented oils, some of which help you sleep, some of which he uses to massage you and hopefully numb the pain.

✧ In addition, he guides your breathing through waves of the ache, looking to the breeze and the rhythms around you to help you relax your body that much more.

✧ Haldir is hesitant to show you excess affection, but if you request it, his arms snake around your waist and he holds you there, both of him breathing you in like you’re all he needs and vice versa.

Eowyn

✧ “Sit down, please, I insist.” As much as Eowyn herself is the type to trudge forth through pain or fear, she would never impose the same upon you, instead tending so gently to you.

✧ Hot water always helps her, so she fetches you some as well as a treat from a baker she passed by, taking your hand after she hands it off.

✧ You had best believe this woman will tell anyone in the whole of Middle Earth to leave you alone as you rest, be they her own kin or the host of the dark lord himself.

✧ As you spend more time together, the old adage about ‘synchronizing’ seems to ring true with you both. Eowyn does not mind, honestly, because you bear the pain together and spend much time together in bed. Not the most ideal of circumstances, but if she can lay in the warmth of your arms Eowyn is a happy woman indeed.

✧ She insists so much upon your care, though, that you’ll practically have to wrestle her down so you can reciprocate…not that she minds that, either!

Arwen

✧ Who better to understand what you are going through? Her brows knit at the first sign of discomfort from you, recognizing the signs immediately.

✧ Without a word Arwen is finding out exactly what you tend to prefer- do you get nauseous and seek relief? Do you desire more sustenance and company or less?

✧ During times when you find yourself more stressed or upset than average, Arwen gives you so much grace, running her hand soothingly down your arm and reminding you all weights feel heavier right now.

✧ For all your pain, there is little bliss like being in the arms of your beloved, her soothing deep whispers brushing your ear.

✧ The most patient if you’re forced to wake up frequently in the night and rise, laying there with nothing but love in her eyes as you return.

Elrond

✧ Wise lord and healer as he is, Elrond is more than familiar with the ailments of women. In fact, he is the sort to track it for you as best as he can. So when he sees you feeling ill, sympathy crosses his serene features but no surprise.

✧ Elrond knows every remedy in the book, so he’s quickly making you some calming tea and sitting you down for some TLC.

✧ Very encouraging for you to take time for yourself and make sure you stay nourished, even if that is difficult. There is no shame in keeping your strength up, after all.

✧ Walks with you just a little ways behind, a hand resting comfortingly upon the small of your back.

✧ Sends cover for you where you are needed, no questions asked, because you are more important than tasks others can perform.

Lindir

✧ Practically trips and falls over himself running to you at your sudden shock of pain, dark eyes wide at the way you folded. You seem embarrassed to tell him and while he feels squeamish at first, that is quickly shaken off as he urges you to sit down.

✧ From that moment on Lindir has dubbed himself your personal nursemaid, naught but the call of Lord Elrond himself taking him from his work.

✧ “No, no, lie back down, I can get it,” he holds out a cautious, almost panicked hand when you wince and sit up, “what is it?”

✧ Sings you songs of all kinds, old tales, his own compositions, and of course your requests, again and again if you ask them of him. His harp is ready to gently play you to sleep or just to keep your mind off the pain you feel.

✧ When you wake up in the night, at first he looks frustrated, but that melts away quickly as your eyes meet, apology shining in your gaze. Instead, Lindir helps you up and sings you to sleep again upon your return.

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