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[beautifultypewriter]

I feel bad for my mom because since I have no friends, she’s subject to all of my nonsense. Like I have forced her to look at countless moodboards for my OCs and I’ve gone through their backstories with her. And I make her listen to their playlists in the car. And she just sits there and listens to everything I say. She’s the best.

#chel talks about her ocs…again #and I love my mom

[beautifultypewriter]

Omg. Stop. THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

They really love her so much.

“…Boromir went ahead to lift her up from the ground. Almost like a father would do for his child…” Please stop. This is so… It’s so them. He would.

This is the best! Thank you so much!!

Secret Presents

Relationships: (platonic) Faramir x Sister!Reader, (platonic) Boromir x Sister!Reader.

Genre: family fic, sibling bonds, fluff, birthday fic.

Warnings: Denthor's terrible parenting, use of she/her pronoums. I am not sure if birthdays are culturally accurate for gondorians, but since in lotr we saw at least one hobbit birthday let's pretend they also could have birthday customs for the sake of this.

Summary: Boromir and Faramir surprise their sister on the morning of her birthday filling her with affection while furtively bringing her different sorts of gifts their father wouldn't approve.

Note: (Late) birthday gift for my bestie @beautifultypewriter, also inspired in her gondor girl concept. I hope the fluff will be good enough to compensate the delay <3

She didn't expected anyone to remember, there were allways more important things going on in such convoluted times.

Completely absent from her father's thoughts, only her brothers could possibly think about it. During the occassions in which Denethor do cared to celebrate her, he was always actually celebrating himself. Birthday parties that were generic social events for the nobiity, occassions for him to show off his might in decline and pretend for the public that he could resemble a father.

If he could possibly be thinking on doing something, she would rather hide far away from it for as long as possible. The only good reason the Steward of Gondor could have to remember that he had a daughter were the men arround him making the recall. He would only use it as an excuse to push yet even more insufferable nobles in her direction.

Feeling the call of the servant announcing her waking time that morning made her groan of frustration, wanting it to be over before it ever began. She emerged from the covers only caring to make sure to be in a visible state before opening the door, trying hard to remember not to share her mood with the servantfolk through terrible manners.

What she found instead were her two brothers hidding their presence on the usual call, ready to join forces as soon as they will find her. Their happy faces said it all, and she almost regretted her grumpyness.

" What are you doing here? "

To a gestural sign of Faramir, Boromir went ahead to lift her up from the ground. Almost like a father would do for his child, only with tons of chuckling in between.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR SISTER!!"

In a matter of instants she was smiling again while being carried back inside her bedroom.

" Are you insane? What is this? "

Faramir calmed his own laughter to explain.

" Your birthday surprise! I bet you thought we would forget. "

She was perfectly aware of how strongly they loved her, but war kept them always bussy and she was perfectly ready to forgive them if that was the case.

" Orcs are constantly pushing the limits of our borders, of course you could forget! "

" But we would never. " Boromir cheerfully insisted, releasing her on her bed. " Have we ever failed you? "

She giggled and nodded negatively.

" ... Then why did you seem so upset looking at us from you doorframe ? " Faramir inquired. " It think somone really needs to get their spirits lifted. "

With a mischievous look he approached for a strong hug ending only when he sneaked one hand to her already known ticklish point. Her loud laughing comforted them all, so Boromir encouraged Faramir to keep going untill she started fighting back and the situation could escalate into an actual tickle fight unleashed right in front of the servants.

She was red from laughing and playfully smacked them in return, when her eldest brother gave premission for the maidservant to enter. She was carrying a curiously long chest with the help of one lad and presented it to the lady by command before retiring.

" See, if we would have waited untill you would come down for breakfast, we wouldn't be able to bring your presents. " Faramir continued. " These are of the kind our father will not wish to see. "

A sparkle of excitement lighted her eyes.

" Certainly not fitting for a lady, by his expressed opinion. " Boromir added. " He would be very dissapointed of me if he would find out I'm letting Faramir present you with this."

" Not as much as when he will see what you got her. " He commented in response. " ... And yours can't be hidden easily, as one can do with mine. "

Curiosity was growing with each of their teasing recalls and she rushed to open the mysterious casket used to hide such secret present from the world untill reaching her.

It revealed a bow, perfectly new and with its matching quiver following the style of the one that was her brother's favorite.

" Nurturing your passions is important to me, and being honest i'm slightly jealous you have gained more practice with Boromir's weapon of choice. "

He was joking and she could perfectly tell. Her brothers never had to compete for her love the way their father intended them to.

Here eyes were roaming the weapon with increasing surprise, then inmediately directed to look at her brother with the happiest adoration.

" It's perfect!! Just, ... perfect!! Beloved brother, I would love to practice with you. " She thanked, hugging him from up front and practically jumping from the joy. " I can't wait to try it!! "

" We will tell father is an harp." Faramir joked, sharing her excitement. " I doubt he would ever ask you to play music for him, so he will never discover it."

You chuckled together seeing that Boromir was allowing you the mean spirited commentary.

" My gift will also work as a distractive strategy: he will never get a moment to wonder about anything else. "

She questioned Faramir with her glance, but he provided no clues.

" Boromir ... what have you exactly done?? "

Their eldest brother began to chuckle, assuming the mysterious guilt for some possibly memorable mischief.

" Come down with us and you will find out. "

She smiled and quickly followed the instruction, begging them to leave her proper space to at least dress decently before being publicly perceived for the first time in the day. Neither of her brothers wanted to miss what was about to come, so they awaited outside only to find themselves going after her later because excitement made her run her way down.

Hardly catching his breath, Boromir indicated her to go outside. Her cluelessness made her even more desperate for finding the surprise, but she inmediately stumbled with it once the final instruction was correctly followed.

A magnificent horse, one that she never recalled to have seen before.

" It was almost impossible to import, but your dear brother planned things with time and sent clever merchants on the quest for it. " Boromir recalled, pridefully. " They wouldn't have sold this easily for a mighty lord of the city, but couldn't refuse when told it would dissapoint a young lady. "

She looked at him in disbelief, unsure of the guess she was about to make.

" No,no, no ... There is no way. You couldn't ... "

" Send men to Rohan despite the uncertain danger it implies just to get you a horse? " Faramir followed, finishing her sentence in a wondering tone. " Don't worry, your present also worked as harmless excuse to obtain trustable testimonies about the state of our old allies. Something we have been wanting to find out for a long time, but father kept refusing to investigate. "

The clarification amused her more than the explanation itself.

" You are unbelievable!! How are we going to hide this? "

Boromir wasn't troubled by her very logical reasoning.

" We won't, and I will assume all guilt. Wait to see how fast he will find a reason to excuse me. "

He made her laugh through that lighthearted mock of his unwanted privilege, aspect he manipulated in contructive ways when it could bring a side benefict to his siblings.

Looking at her smiling brothers awaiting her final verdict made her feel the luckiest girl in Middle Earth.

" I have the best brothers in the world. "

#I love my mutuals

[beautifultypewriter]

Yet Another OC Ask Game

After hoarding them for months, I decided to make my own. Let’s go from fluffy to angsty, shall we >:)

🛏️ What does your OC’s bed look like? What would they like their bed to look like?

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?

🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day?

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon? What kind of trainer would they be?

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose?

🪄 Does your OC have any special powers? If so, are they normal in this OC’s universe?

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?

🌊 Has your OC ever seen the ocean? If not, do they want to? What do they think of it?

🥞 Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?

🤝 Does your OC have someone they want at their side when they are scared? Who?

🌌 If your OC has a nightmare, what’s it most likely about?

🪤 What is one thing that could be used to lure your OC into a trap?

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

🕐 Was there ever a time your OC would have given everything to turn back the clock 5 minutes? What happened?

🎭 What is the one thing your OC regrets most? Would they undo it, considering how their life turned out?

🔪 What does your OC think how they’ll die? 

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it?

#can we talk about my OCs? #I’ve been dying to talk about my OCs

[beautifultypewriter]

Happy Birthday, bestie 🎂( and sorry for arriving late)

I'm in the middle of preparing something for you, but i fear is gonna take a while cause im a little delayed at everything and also want to apologise for that.

I have 2 different lotr wips for you in the making that hope to finish soon.

Love you so much and wish you an awesome birthday 😊

Omg thank you so much, Lu!!!! You’re not late! Definitely not as late as I was to your birthday.

2 Lord of the Rings wips???? BESTIE, I CANNOT WAIT!

And there’s no need to apologize for anything! Thank you again for the message!!

Love ya 💛💛💛

#I love my mutuals

[beautifultypewriter]

Happy Birthday! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Thank you so much!!!

[beautifultypewriter]

Aww thank you so much!!

I want a Lord of the Rings ship so bad. I want a little personalized story about me and my person. I want a moodboard. I need this serotonin boost.

[beautifultypewriter]

I want a Lord of the Rings ship so bad. I want a little personalized story about me and my person. I want a moodboard. I need this serotonin boost.

#and deep down I really want it to be Boromir #I don’t know if it would be #but I want it to be so bad #also it’s my birthday #just saying

[beautifultypewriter]

if i'm not talking about my ocs, i'm thinking about my ocs. if i'm not writing about my ocs, i'm portraying them in some form of media. if i'm not thinking about my ocs, i'm dead. it's my ocs world now and i'm just living in it

#I have never felt something so deeply in my life

[beautifultypewriter]

Omg. Omg. Omg.

Stop. I love this!

"I believe your love for the halflings is starting to put Gandalf's to shame."

Um yeah it is! I can’t wait to see more of Gondor Girl and Pippin together. It’s gonna be so cute! They’re so cute! “…he accepted no one else to take him merely because he wanted more time with her.” MY HEART!

Éowyn and GG bonding over their shared experiences and hopes. "If you think I'm strong, please look at yourself, because your strength inspired me that night." And “You resisted with courage, one of the kind that many soldiers in the battlefield won't understand. I do, and admire you for it.”

GG PLANTING THE SEEDS OF ÉOWYN X FARAMIR!

This was so good, Lu! Thank you so much!

Also, how dare you with this… “…he didn’t forget to mention that Denethor would have rather been freed of a daughter than robbed of his eldest son.”

Courage

Relationships: (Platonical) Eowyn x (Fem)Gondorian!Reader / Eowyn x Aragorn (crush talking)/ Pippin x (Fem)Gondorian Reader

Warnings: Use of she/her pronoums

Summary: As a prelude to the celebrations on the victory over Saruman, the ladies of Rohan and Gondor participate in a simple encounter that seils their friendship validating each other's feelings in dark and lightfull topics concerning their hearts.

Note: For my dear friend @beautifultypewriter, inspired in her Gondor Girl concept. ( If you happen to like this one, I will keep working on releasing one more going full into the idea I brainstormed to you in dms)

Even after witnessing his demise, the voice of Saruman kept haunting her mind for a while during the trip back to Edoras. Despite being warned about it, she had certainly not behaved properly when facing the evil wizard responsible for the orc attack that caused the death of her brother followed by the kidnap of the hobbits. For once, she was the one doing exactly what Gandalf told her not to do and paid the price.

As a result of her angered search for a confrontation, she made herself another target of the prideful scolding. Saruman shifted guilt with skillful rhetoric, saying it was her who failed Boromir and let him die. The charm of his voice got her heart stricken with guilt. Although he didn’t waste much time on her, his insults were precise. He called her a wild beast that in nothing resembled the grace of a gondorian lady, a standing proof of the inexorable degradation in the lineage of Numenor that the ruling of Aragorn would not fix. In his conclusion, he didn’t forget to mention that Denethor would have rather been freed of a daughter than robbed of his eldest son. 

From all those claims, he presented at least one truth. 

The reminder of her father’s indifference was the last thing she needed at that precise moment. After acquiring a modest glory in the battlefield for the first time in her young life, being forced to think of Denethor was like having the victory being taken away. Her wins were twisted into flaws, making her feel once more relegated to the obscure spot he reserved for her back home. 

Only the sweet voice of Pippin bringing her back from the self absorption as they were riding away from Isengard managed to counteract the perverse effect. Given the rushed nature of their reencounter, he accepted no one else to take him merely because he wanted more time with her. The excited ramblings from her beloved hobbit about the escape from the orcs, his adventures in Fangorn, and his involvement on the attack plan of the Ents were enough to ease her heart.

On his part, Merry didn’t hesitate on reclaiming his share of the honors while hearing the tales from close, but he also understood that his cousin was trying to impress his lady. In return, Gimli told them in a prideful tease about the bewilderment that a certain gondorian shieldmaiden had caused among the Rohirrim through her courageous acts fighting alongside him, Legolas and Aragorn in the front line at Helm’s Deep. His comments made Pippin’s impulse to present himself in an heroic light increase with his admiration of her. 

It was simply lovely and she didn’t doubt in filling him with praise until he became a blushing mess hiding behind her. At the same time, he had accidentally reminded her of how proud Boromir would have been if he could have seen them together again after performing such great actions and that thought casted the sadness away. Time for celebrations was approaching and that brought a different, simpler reminder to her calmer mind. 

Until then, the people of Theoden had only met one side of her. Precisely the one she had forbidden at home, since they knew her as the warrior maiden of the Fellowship initially playing wolf on sheep’s clothing for Wormtongue only to reveal herself moments later. Since that fight the situation allowed her to never get back in disguise. The refined lady of Gondor once seen in Rivendell never stepped Rohan, but she thought it would be fun if she would make a comeback for the party. 

Let no one say ever again that she had no glimpses of the grace legends attributed to her bloodline.  

Presented with all the comforts that Eowyn could share with her, the transformation became an easy and midly fun previous step. It gave them time to have a good long talk together while taking part on a lady-like activity that wouldn't raise any concerns. The niece of Theoden had her own personal interest guiding a sudden want to perform feminity, one her friend knew that she wouldn't comment with anyone else. Revisiting her wardrove in the calm of her bedroom while talking of the latest events she didn't got to witness was a good start for both. For instance, she was a witness watching for her and willing to share details that her relatives didn't bother on comment to her before.

" He died doing what he loved, ... backstabbing his master. " The gondorian joked into her telling of Wormtongue's death. " Your uncle, infinitely kind hearted as he is, was still offering him a second chance. I think that worm realized he had made a strong bet on the wrong horse, but Legolas gave him no span to show the king any regrets. An arrow to his chest, quite ironical way to die considering what he did. "

Eowyn gave her a half smile, unsure of how to feel besides from a deep relief.

" His black heart craved only power, control over me."

The girl knew exactly what she meant. Her meticulous work hidding the most controversial aspects of herself from her father's sight weren't enough to keep her fame completely clean. Rumours had spread subtly, and to many men craving control those have came out as attractive. If the only daugther of the Steward was wild as the forest, every single one of them believed themselves to be the one that could tame her.

" You are free of him." She sweetly concluded, holding her hand and abandoning her sight from the beautifull garments to focus completely on her. " And we can still hate him in secret, if you wish. I have encountered my own amount of despicable noblemen in Gondor, but none of them has yet sold to the dark power hoping to receive me as spoil of war from the looting of his own countrymen. You resisted with courage, one of the kind that many soldiers in the battlefield won't understand. I do, and admire you for it. "

It was the most heartfelt compliment Eowyn had received in a good while and it was hard to explain why a surprising happiness invaded her.

" You, my friend? After obtaining glory for both of us? "

The gondorian was eyeing the blue fabric of a cute dress she was considering to choose.

A reminder of the sea, of her mother.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that your domestic feat remains more impressive to me than all my killings at Helm's Deep?" She suddenly confessed. " Being alone in Minas Tirith with Denethor would be a nightmare on itself. To that add one of my brothers dead and the other one exiled, while also having to flee from the advances of a repulsive man seeking to submit me through resignation. Inviting me everyday to accept him as some inevitable fate, remiding me I'm alone in the world ... I don't think I would have endured it as well as you did, always keeping your royal dignity."

Eowyn had sat on the bed and, dress in hand, her friend followed.

" If you think I'm strong, please look at yourself, because your strenght inspired me that night."

" In some twisted way that escapes all forseen ends, justice was served. " Was her simple reply. " Your brother and my cousin are avenged."

The garment was carefully placed at their side as the guest rushed to hug her.

" Vengeance is not over, because you are going to look gorgeous for your crush and have fun. " She mischievously whispered. " Haven't you think about it? The hatred on Grima's eyes as he was leaving Meduseld was too focused on Aragorn, and now I think I see why ... "

The rohirrim lady looked up in shamefull surprise.

" No, you don't! " She attempted to defend herself in a playfull tone, breaking the contact. " That's not true, and I don't know how it occured to you, but ..."

" But Arwen is leaving with her kind, as far as I know, so I don't see an issue." The gondorian encouraged her. " I got to meet her in Rivendell, and I meet her father ... If I had one as wonderfull as Elrond, I would too seek to follow him. Besides, you are my best friend and Aragorn has become like a brother to me. if a mortal woman shall eventually come to cure his sadness, I would rather her be you. "

Her eyes were shinning with hope, but not only to the kind voice inspiring her yet a third kind of courage to face her growing feelings for the Ranger.

Loneliness fading, like ice slowly melting, to the certainty of knowing she had found a friend. Another presumably lonely young woman, at least in terms of companionship that could be found of other women, who had so quickly shifted such strong affection towards her.

" As my beloved friend that you are, I beg you not to feed my dreams so soon."

" Allow yourself to dream for a while, you deserve it" The foreign girl insisted. " If things don't work as we expected, we will deal with that later ... Together. "

She liked the sound of the last sentence, but kept her objections.

" How? Do you know the cure for a broken heart? "

" Let that brave heart of yours to take the risk, not only by the blade its strenght can be measured. " The gondorian concluded, then kissed her forehead. " If turns out my brother of the sword is not the one, I still have one more blood brother to introduce you to. And if you don't like that one, I'm pretty sure Merry has no hobbit lass waiting for him at the Shire. "

Her positivity and will to comfort her ended up getting a few chuckles out of her. Not exactly because of the jokes, but due to the happyness she found in her insistent support.

" I believe your love for the halflings is starting to put Gandalf's to shame."

The called out lady smiled, clearly on remembrance of her own infatuation.

" One stay in Rivendel and days of travel on our quest was all it took for Peregrin Took to win me over, and he wasn't even trying. " She began to tell. " There are some men of Gondor that think not much different from the says of Saruman about me: a wild beast, only to them I'm a fair one ... And all wildeness is up to be conquered and rulled, owned to make use of. They approach me like a mare in need of taming, thinking they will perform the miracle of my submission. Do you understand now how could I have fallen for one of hobbits that released the forest? "

She could have continued, but no more words were needed to make her understand the core of her reasoning on her feelings.

" Wouldn't you prefer the green one?" Eowyn pointed out, regarding the dress choice. " In homeage to Fangorn, and your love."

[beautifultypewriter]

Gondor Girl Playlist

Okay, so my best friend @streets-in-paradise (yes, I called you my best friend; deal with it) already made an amazing playlist for GG, but I wanted to put my own ideas out there, so here we go…

1. Daughter of the Moon - Adriana Figueroa

2. Gently As She Goes - Erutan

3. Ancient Land - Celtic Woman

4. Savage Daughter - Sarah Hester Ross

5. Numenor - Oonagh

6. Follow Me - Celtic Woman

7. Touch the Sky - MALINDA, Conor Hearn, Jamie Sandel

8. One of Us - Heather Dale

9. Beeswing - Celtic Woman, The Longest Johns

Especially the line, “You foolish man, that surely sounds like hell. You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own me as well.” In reference to the suitors in Gondor.

And, “if you don’t take me out of here I’ll surely lose my mind.”

And, “oh she was a rare thing. Fine as a beeswing. So fine a breath of wind might blow her away. She was a lost child. Well she was running wild. She said as long as there’s no price on love I’ll stay. And you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

10. Téir Abbahie Riú - Celtic Woman

11. For the Dancing and the Dreaming - Erutan

Gondor Girl x Pippin vibes. Like it’s not even funny how much this fits them. His want to be “worthy” of her and her just always loving him for him. They’re so cute.

12. Cascade - Beecake

13. Cad é Sin Don Té Sin - Caladh Nua

14. Nocturne - Celtic Woman

Love the idea that this is a lullaby that Gondor Girl sang to the hobbits. Lu, you are amazing for that.

15. Daughter of the Sea - Sharm

This is a lullaby that Gondor Girl’s mom sang to her before she died. A Dol Amroth lullaby. It’s been passed down in their family for generations, sang from mother to daughter. Boromir definitely picked up the tune and would sing it to GG since their mother no longer could. And GG will sing it to her own daughter.

16. Noble Maiden Fair - Ashley Serena, Karliene

This is a lullaby that the nurse who raises GG in her mother’s absence sings. Definitely an old Minas Tirith lullaby. Also a lullaby that GG will sing to her children.

17. Wanderers Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa

“The blue in an ocean of gray.”

“Though the world may try to define you, it can’t take the light that’s inside you.”

#gondor girl #this really was so much fun #this might be my new favorite thing #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT GG AND HER MOM

[beautifultypewriter]

This so overdue and I apologize, but…

Happy belated birthday, Lu!!!

Please accept this very late gift of a Gondor Girl x Pippin moodboard! Hope you don’t mind, but I put my face claim for GG in there. Every time I think of her I picture Millie Brady. I just feel like she fits so well with Sean and David and she just makes sense to me. I don’t know. Anyway Happy Birthday and I hope you like it!!

@streets-in-paradise

#gondor girl #i love my mutuals

[beautifultypewriter]

We’re fanfiction writers, of course:

We’re going to use song lyrics as titles.

We’re going to check for comments 30 seconds after we post something.

We’re going to have more WIPs than days of the week.

We’re going to use any excuse to post snippets.

We’re going to use ask box games to procrastinate.

We’re going to hype up our writer friends.

We’re going to scream, cry and throw up reading our friends’ work.

[beautifultypewriter]

That would be amazing!!!!!! Omg I would love to read that!!!!

Everytime I rewatch lotr, i think of you 💕

I have been doing a rewatch of the extended ones this week and I fully realized that the memory of you is forever attached to this special interest of mine. Felt like I wanted to tell you because you totally deserve to know.

Love you, my friend 🤗

Omg Lu! Stop! This is the sweetest thing ever!

I feel like I should tell you that I’ve been thinking of Gondor Girl a lot lately and you always pop into my head when I do because without you she wouldn’t even exist.

Thank you so much for this message. It means a lot. Love ya 💛💛

[beautifultypewriter]

Everytime I rewatch lotr, i think of you 💕

I have been doing a rewatch of the extended ones this week and I fully realized that the memory of you is forever attached to this special interest of mine. Felt like I wanted to tell you because you totally deserve to know.

Love you, my friend 🤗

Omg Lu! Stop! This is the sweetest thing ever!

I feel like I should tell you that I’ve been thinking of Gondor Girl a lot lately and you always pop into my head when I do because without you she wouldn’t even exist.

Thank you so much for this message. It means a lot. Love ya 💛💛

#I love my mutuals #something for me

[beautifultypewriter]

I am head over heels in love with my Shadow and Bone OCs

#chel talks about her ocs…again #have spent way too much time on their moodboards

[beautifultypewriter]

Good day! Can I request some headcanons for Boromir and Haldir (is it okay to request them?) falling asleep on their fem!s/o’s lap, please? Thank you!

Hi! Is it okay for you to request the love of my life and one of my favorite elves? Of course it is! Thank you! I never get to write for these two.

Falling asleep on your lap:

Boromir:

Okay, so in order for this to happen, Boromir needs to be exhausted. Like can’t even stand up exhausted.

He’s just come home from a long day of training with Faramir and helping Aragorn run Gondor and he can barely keep his eyes open.

You’re sitting on your shared bed, reading a book when he stumbles into the room and you can see how exhausted he is. And when he doesn’t kick his boots off before laying down, you know he’s had a long day.

So you close your book and shuffle towards Boromir’s form with a gentle smile on your face. He watches you as you sit next to his head and ask how his day was.

The only answer you receive is a long sigh and you chuckle at the dramatics as you gently lift his head and place it in your lap.

Boromir is staring up at you now, his eyes half closed as he leans into the warmth of your body.

You bring your fingertip up and slowly stroke the bridge of his nose, smiling when he sighs and closes his eyes. You hum quietly as his breathing starts to even out.

It doesn’t take long for quiet snores to fill the room and you pull your hand away, staring down at your love and his peaceful expression. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead before reaching for your book again.

Haldir:

It’s a quiet day and you’re sat by the lake, your back against a tree and Haldir laying next to you, his head in your lap.

You’re singing quietly, harmonizing with the nightingales as you run your fingers through Haldir’s hair.

He’s looking up at you, letting your voice wash over him and getting lost in the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp with each stroke through his hair.

As you continue your ministrations, it becomes harder and harder for Haldir to keep his eyes open. He’s trying though because he doesn’t want to miss a single second of your song.

It’s not long before he loses the fight and his eyes slip shut. His head feels heavier in your lap, but you continue your movements and only lower your voice slightly.

Your song comes to an end and you look down at Haldir, smiling at the calmness of him. You run your fingers through his hair one more time, gripping the locks gently and twisting them together.

#boromir x reader #haldir x reader #lord of the rings headcanons

[beautifultypewriter]

Good day. If you are still accepting requests, could I please request Bakery AU for Sir Leon or Percival? (separately? That means two requests? Just with whomever you like more) Appreciate it~

Oh this gave me such a good idea. I’m gonna do some headcanons.

Okay, so you were the owner of a small, but very popular bakery in town and you had been working on your own.

Your friends convinced you to hire someone to help you out because they could tell that you were going to burn out pretty quickly if you kept going the way you were going. You were reluctant at first, but eventually agreed, thinking that having someone else to help you wouldn’t be so bad.

Enter Percival. He’s big, he’s strong, and he has a smile that lights up the whole bakery. Not that you noticed his smile in a way that was anything other than platonic.

And now you had no idea what to do because hiring Percival was meant to help you, not distract you. And distract you he did. Not that he had any idea or at least you hoped he didn’t.

He insisted on carrying bags of flour and sugar and boxes of butter so that you could focus on the baking, but as his arms flexed as he lifted the bags over his shoulder, you were not focused on baking.

And you felt terrible about it because he’s there to work and he doesn’t need you developing a crush on him. You just hoped he hadn’t noticed you noticing him.

Unbeknownst to you, he noticed. And he’d smile to himself every time you noticed his arms or his smile. Because he really only walked into the bakery that day because he had seen you through the window and he wanted to know your name. The help wanted sign was a gift from the universe it seemed.

He knew he should just pull himself together and ask you out, but he was nervous. Just because you noticed him it didn’t mean you wanted to date him. And if you said no then he’d have to quit. And he really didn’t want to leave.

So the two of you continued to dance around each other amongst the pastries; pretending you didn’t notice each other as anything other than coworkers.

But then, one night you’re locked up in the back of the bakery, working on a recipe that you’ve been working on for well over a week and Percival is out front, sweeping the floor. The sign on the door had been flipped to closed for a while now, but he can’t bring himself to leave.

He puts the broom away and he makes his way to the kitchen. You’ve got flour in your hair and smeared across your cheek as you pire over your notes, crossing out measurements and rewriting them again.

Percival leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling at you. Your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth and he clears his throat.

You jump as you turn to face him, not having heard him in the front and thinking he had gone home hours ago, “You’re still here.”

He smirks as he steps over to you, “So are you.”

You chuckle as you nod, telling him that you had a breakthrough with your cinnamon roll recipe and you really didn’t want to lose the inspiration. You turn back to your work as you say it and Percival smiles.

He could stand there all night and watch you work. He thinks he might, but then you’re turning to him again and he feels like he’s been caught.

You just smile though and tell him that he could head home for the night. He stays put though and you raise your brows at him.

He laughs and tells you he doesn’t mind waiting if you’d like some company on your walk home. And you almost dismiss him, not knowing how long you were going to be there for, but when you look into his eyes, all you can do is nod.

Percival smiles back and moves closer, looking over your shoulder at what you have. You lean closer to him ever so slightly as he reads your scratchy handwriting.

He leans down a bit and now your faces are as close as they’ve ever been and you turn slowly to catch his eye. He grins at you and reaches up to wipe the flour from your cheek.

His hand is rough, but warm and you lean into his touch, your recipe completely forgotten as your breath hitches.

Percival leans closer and his lips lightly brush yours as he pauses, waiting. You move forward, pressing your lips firmly to his, and resting your hands on his shoulders. His hands move to grip your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You break the kiss, pulling back slowly and grinning at the flour handprints on his shoulders. Percival only shakes his head as he leans in again, his grip tightening as your lips meet once more.

#sir percival x reader #percival x reader #bbc merlin headcanons