#eowyn oneshot
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To Be You
Eowyn knows the bitter resentment of being left behind when the forced of Rohan ride off to fight in battle. She is less familiar with what to do when a newcomer, Y/N L/N is allowed to fight, or how Eowyn should feel about her.
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Eowyn is not happy about being left behind.
She rarely is; too many hunting trips have been conducted by her brother without her riding beside them, and a great number of attacks against orcs or other monstrous beings have been led by her uncle and accompanied by every capable fighter save Eowyn herself. She is not unused to being alone, minding the house while everyone is away, but it does not mean that she has to like it.
This time is no exception. It is one thing to be forced to forgo a hunting party or horseback patrol, but this is different, this was a battle to save her home, and she was not there to protect it. Eomer was away, but allowed to fight in a different manner, Theoden was there alongside all other soldiers and adventurers both, but Eowyn herself was not. It would be cruel, were it not for the fact that she is constantly assured these sorts of decisions are only ever made in her best interest.
Eowyn does not want her manner to be considered like this, nor her charm or emotional state or anything like that. She wants to fight, not wait under the White Mountains with the rest of the people of Edoras as her friends and family killed orcs and brutes and monsters. Has she not been trained with the sword just like any other? Is she not worthy of battle to save the land she loves?
It’s becoming ridiculous. Her entire life seems like a game played by the men around her– Eowyn may be taught the sword but never be allowed to use it, she can imagine leading her people but never wear the crown of a king. She is left spinning in circles, waiting for an enemy to attack, but always having others break their necks to save her from the possibility of peril.
She’s gone along with them now anyway, camped near Dunharrow with the rest of the fighting men. There will be a new battle to come, as there always is, and Eowyn can sense the way it will go without the gift of prophecy. She will beg to fight and be rejected, told that she will be most useful staying behind and waiting to save those who need it. No matter how willing Eowyn is to lay her life on the line, she will not be permitted to come within sight of a battleground.
To distract herself from the fury curling inside her lungs like a flame, Eowyn takes it upon herself to do what she can to protect her people. There are soldiers that will need medical attention, men who have damaged weapons and need new ones, horses who must be looked after. Dunharrow is a busy camp, and Eowyn can make it busier if need be.
She’s interrupted not long into the night by a group of warriors riding up. She recognizes the leader instantly– Aragorn, Ranger of the North, protector of the hobbits and now Rohan as well. Aragorn dismounts from his steed with the ease of years of practice, then gestures to the riders behind him after exchanging basic pleasantries and expressions of concern for injuries possibly sustained. Not that Eowyn could have been in any sort of situation to warrant an injury, of course, but the concern is kind.
“I’d like you to meet some of my traveling companions,” Aragorn tells her.
Eowyn furrows her brow. She’s met most of them already, the dwarf and the elf and the wizard, plus heard of hobbits and men that graced their journey already.
When she tells Aragorn as much, he chuckles and shakes his head. “No, no. There is one more to our numbers, a friend we happened to meet along the way. You’ll like them, I think.”
His favor is enough to guarantee a good impression on Eowyn, and she turns to greet this mysterious friend as they dismount from their horse. They must have come straight from some sort of battle, for their helmet is still on their head, and their hand has stayed on the hilt of their sword this entire time, evidence of recent use. A fighter, then. Good.
She’s about to treat this as a normal introduction, another soldier come to pledge aid to Rohan or at least not declare themselves an enemy of it. And then this rider, Aragorn’s favored warrior, takes off their helmet, and Eowyn realizes something about them that she hadn’t noticed before.
This is a woman. And– Eowyn is furious about it.
She shouldn’t be. Obviously. This is proof that she should be allowed to fight to save her people after all. If someone else can do it, so can she. Instead, Eowyn feels a ripple of unrighteous indignation bleed through her. All this time, she’s been pleading for a chance to put her sword to good use, and another girl was doing it anyway? And likely at the very same battle that her uncle and brother fought in just hours ago?
It makes Eowyn want to scream. So the problem is her, then, not just the fact that she’s a woman. The world sees no problem with allowing this woman to fight, but throws every obstacle in Eowyn’s path just because. Disregarding Aragorn’s good faith in an instant, Eowyn resolves herself to nothing but hatred and bitter jealousy. Does the woman deserve it? Likely not, but she’ll receive it anyway.
All of this passes through her head in an instant, then Eowyn swallows it down and out of sight. She musters up the strength to nod at the woman in greeting, to introduce herself by name and hear this opponent of hers in return. Y/N L/N. So that’s who Eowyn must triumph over to prove herself worthy of the battlefield.
Eowyn would like to hate Y/N quite a bit, and so she does. Y/N does make it quite difficult to hold a grudge, though. It takes every bit of Eowyn’s stubbornness to keep that spark of fury afloat. The moment she feels tempted to yield, though, Eowyn only thinks of the battles in which she could have participated, all the times Rohan needed her and she had not been allowed to aid. This is what Y/N has, what Eowyn likely never will. After such musings, the anger returns in a flash.
Y/N is good, though. Even Eowyn can admit that. She pledges her help in an instant, and with Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship there to back her up, Theoden accepts her support with minor waffling. Eowyn watches from the corner, seething, but also notes Y/N’s easy manner of address, how she’s able to build rapport with the other soldiers in mere minutes. By the end of that night, Y/N’s managed to win over at least two thirds of the camp with pleasant conversation and descriptions of bloody exploits won in the past.
Eowyn watches her the next morning and night as well. Y/N stays with the camp even after Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas go off to the Paths of the Dead for some unknown mission. Y/N claims it’s because she was never actually a part of the Fellowship, just a passing friend who happened to run into them and pledge her aid for the land and people who needed it.
Y/N says a lot, actually. She talks about how she first received her training, her first battle, how she’s been unable to accept a ‘no’ when she hears it but puts herself out there anyway. It’s not like Eowyn is asking, or she hadn’t meant to, not at the start, but. Maybe if it works for Y/N, it’ll work for Eowyn too. That could be the only reason that Eowyn would want to listen.
Not for anything else, of course. Eowyn polishes her hatred like a blade, refines it until it’s sharp and shining. Y/N is there a lot, always helping out around the camp, and their paths frequently collide. Eowyn lets her resentment steep through her like hot tea. She can’t sleep one night and takes over a midnight watch. Y/N is there too. They stare up at the stars. Y/N says, do you hate me in this quiet voice, like she doesn’t dare ask but has to know anyway. Eowyn doesn’t answer immediately but stands and looks skyward. Y/N whispers again into the silence, would it make it easier if you did?
They don’t bring it up again. It doesn’t have to be said. Eowyn can’t explain why the syllables knotted in her throat, stopping her from confirming or denying Y/N’s query. Perhaps even Eowyn does not know the answer. Perhaps none of them do. Rohan picks up camp, moves closer to the gates of Mordor so they can aid in the end of the world. Eowyn begs to be allowed to fight, points to Y/N as a reason that she could go. She’s denied anyway.
Y/N approaches her afterwards, tells her she’s sorry with more sincerity than Eowyn thought it possible for anyone to muster. It doesn’t hurt as much as it should. It doesn’t hurt at all. Y/N tells her that she can find a way to protect the people she cares about if she wants it enough, even if it involves breaking a rule or two. Eowyn stares at her throat, the exposed expanse of it above her armor. It would be easy to place her sword there, against the beating of Y/N’s pulse. It would not make anything better, but– it would make everything different.
They fight in Pelennor Fields. It is bloody and terrible. Eowyn knows, because she dons armor and pretends to be a man. She rides alongside Merry, and they slay many a foe. It is what she expected and utterly removed from anything she’s ever experienced before. Weapons are natural in her hand, and when she stands against the Witch-king, dark and awful being, she slays him.
It takes everything in her and then some. Eowyn knows little of what passed after that, only what was told to her afterwards. She fell on the dusty ground, sword clattering from her hand. She had done what was necessary to kill the beast, but it almost killed her, too. She was found and brought back to the Houses of Healing, where her life hovered on the threshold of passing on until Aragorn saved her.
And then, when she was well enough to sit up in bed and receive visitors, someone came to check if she’s alright. It’s not who she expected, but for some reason the sight of Y/N L/N hovering beside her door fills Eowyn with a rush of relief and she eagerly gestures for the other woman to come in.
“I was afraid you had died,” Eowyn confesses, “No one would tell me a word of what had happened to you.”
“Few knew,” Y/N admits wryly. “I was deep within the fight and took my time in stamping out the last of the enemy before I returned. I hurried here immediately when I heard of your condition, though. I feared the worst.”
Eowyn finds it within herself to smile. “I am well. Well enough to live, at least. Not to fight.”
Y/N nods, but she still seems incapable of relaxing. Her fingers fidget with the rings of her chainmail shirt, the stitching on her belt. “I was worried that I was going to lose you. There was so much I wanted to tell you. You never answered my question at the camp. I thought you were going to die without ever saying what you needed.”
It takes Eowyn a moment to place the question Y/N references, and then she recalls it at last. The nighttime watch, Y/N’s voice threading through the dark. Do you hate me?
Eowyn leans back against the multitude of pillows Eomer managed to find out of who knows where, thinking it over. She had, at first. She thought she did, at least. But then again– was that hatred, really? To look at someone and wish to be their equal? To watch their figure every time they passed before her eyes? To fear for her safety more than Eowyn feared for her own?
Then, more pressingly, Eowyn considers her feelings as of late, not just at the start. Hearing Y/N urge her to fight was the last bit of courage Eowyn needed. It made no sense why Eowyn would need her approval even more than her own, but it did a little. And, when Eowyn was dying on the ground, she thought not of her family, but her. A woman she’d just met, of crucial consequence that the idea of her would carry Eowyn off to the embrace of death.
“No,” Eowyn whispers at last, “I do not. I could not if I tried.” It would kill her, perhaps, to keep cutting off the one person she wants more than anything. Even more than a sword.
Relief colors Y/N’s face. “Good. I had thought– I had feared–” She breaks off, looking away, then: “I love you. I do not need you to do the same, I just want to know that you do not despise the thought of me doing so.”
Eowyn’s eyes widen. To think it is one thing, but to hear it spoken aloud is something else entirely. “I love you too.”
Y/N smiles, and if Eowyn were not completely certain of the change in her feelings, she is fully convinced of it now. She had never truly understood the poets nor the performers who sang of love as if it were a tangible thing, something that would be felt from the stirrings of one’s heart until they could only be sure of their love and nothing else. She understands it completely now. What Eowyn feels for Y/N is strong and devastating and lovely all at once. It is more compelling than a lifetime of battles fought. It is all that she has ever needed, and all that she will need. It is enough. They both are.
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Smells like Rain
Hello everyone! It's been a minute lol. But I've written a little small fic of my downstairs neighbors DnD character, Eowyn Song. The picture isn't mine, I believe it's from Pinterest. She found it a while ago, as a reference to what he looks like. But anyways, here's the little fic, it's not an x anyone; it's just him. But enjoy! :)
“It smells like rain.” Eowyn stuck his hand out, and felt a few drops fall on his palm.
It was a rare peaceful, quiet moment. He’d just finished a job. For how complicated it had been, the profit was rather little. After all the years the jobs started blurring together. The items stolen started to look the same, the cities and houses, the food. Even with how exciting the jobs were, he still just wanted more.
But for now, the rain keeps him in place. The soft pitter patter of water droplets falling on leaves filled Eowyn’s ears. A peaceful gray, green had settled over the forest. He sat under his makeshift tent, bandaging his small wounds. A busted knuckle, a small cut on his left cheekbone, and a splinter in his right thumb (from a windowsill). Nothing, compared to some of the other injuries he sustained in the past. It had been a while since he’d had more than a few minutes to simply be with himself. If possible, he really tried to avoid it. Some demons aren’t best to be left alone with.
Once bandaged up, Eowyn reached for his satchel. Searching for an item that had long since fallen to the bottom. A small, brown, leather bound booklet, about half way full. Crinkled pieces of parchment poke out at odd angles; a small silver chain had been sewn in as a makeshift bookmark. It had been a while since he had written anything in it. He opted to flip through, and took a short walk down memory lane. Small doodles, dried leaves and flowers, a few funny quotes he’d heard in bars. But it was an envelope stuffed between the pages that he gravitated towards. With nimble, bandaged fingers he opened it, and pulled out the letter inside.
Loe.
Eowyn,
Leokas is beginning to wonder where you go when you sneak off. I’m not sure how many more excuses I can make? I’ve used the market excuse, the chapel, the fountain, and even a walk through the gardens. But I think some of Leokas’ annoyance is from when you broke that chalice a few weeks ago…
Just be careful Eowyn, you tend to jump in fast, and sometimes fall too hard. I cannot cover for you much longer. I won’t interfere.
Sometimes I miss when it was just the two of us, before things got complicated.
Your dear friend,
Loe
He hardly recognized the handwriting. It had been so long since he’d even seen Loe, let alone his handwriting. Not wanting to lose the letter, he gently tucked it back into its original spot. He needed a walk, or maybe a drink. But a walk was more attainable at the moment. Lacing up his boots, pocketing the journal, and a dagger, he set off. The mossy, musky smell of the forest assaults his nose. The ground beneath his feet littered with strange colored leaves, and moss.
For a moment he stands there. Eowyn lifts his nose towards the sky, small droplets of rain soaking his brow. He doesn’t know where his feet lead him, he can’t find it in him to care. The only thing keeping him company was the occasional mouse, or sparrow. They were chattering in a language only they could understand. Eowyn wondered what things they were chirping about. Did they talk about the weather? Or discuss the strange beings that reside deep in these woods?
As he walked further on, his mind began to wander. It seemed that like him, his subconscious was on a journey of its own. He hadn’t thought of Loe in a while. Most of the memories are now fuzzy with time. Smoothed down, like the rocks in the river. He thought of the many times they stole pastries from the market stands. Running down tight, brick lined alleyways. Chowing down on apple tarts, and giggling once they were back within the walls of the monastery. Now that laughter rang empty in his head.
He could hear the sound of running water, somewhere in the distance. A small stream, several paces to his right. He continued to wander, the rain now a light mist. The forest around him took on a dusty haze. The trees blinked at him. The wind was whistling at him, beckoning him forward.
Along the way he had picked up a couple oddly shaped leaves to add to his journal. Maybe it was the majesty of the forest, but the leaves were extra enticing. Or maybe he just felt a pull towards his journal. Or maybe, deep down, he hoped he would be able to show Loe one day. Tell him about his adventures, and grandiose schemes.
The sky was beginning to darken. The clouds go from a fluffy cotton white, to a deep, lavender purple. Eowyn enjoyed a good sunset every once in a while. But creatures come out to hunt in the darkness. Creatures he’d rather not have to deal with, especially where there is no profit to be made.
Eowyn began the trek back to his humble campsite. His boots had left faint imprints in the moss. A few broken twigs and branches left behind previously, helped guide him too. He wasn’t sure how long or how far he’d wandered. The forest was a place where time was a suggestion, and responsibility was irrelevant. The clouds had gone from purple, to black by the time he returned to his camp. The glittering drops of rain reflected the moonlight back to him. Making the trees around him iridescent, dreamlike.
A peaceful place to rest in between jobs. Eowyn returns the journal to the bottom of his satchel. Wrapping it in an extra scarf, to keep it protected from the elements. Not to mention the other sharp, and miscellaneous items he carries around. Tomorrow he must begin to search for another job. Something more profitable than the last. But for now, he must rest.
He falls asleep, to the smell of rain.
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Here is my newest oneshot of Eomer Eadig (because I'm obsessed)
The Art of Service
"and there was only one bed", inexperienced Eomer, rescue, mentions of death, pre-war of the ring/AU
The rain poured across the Riddermark. Grasslands turned to oceans of confusion. The pounding rain, endless hills and cover of cloud. Travel in a downpour was impossible without losing the way a few times. Any experienced Eorlingas would know that it was fruitless. Best to take cover and weather out the storm under protection.
That was what landed him in an old forgotten house on the edge of the mountains. It was large and desolate. Not a soul resided in the expansive estate, overgrown with grasses and vines over the outer stone walls. The sharp echoes of nothing answered the clacking of their horses hooves against the stone courtyard.
“We’ll make camp here for the night,” Eomer declared as he put his saddle through the front door. The leather saddle bags sloshed with the excessive rainfall. It stained the stone threshold with its wet. “Edoras is too far in these conditions.”
His companion shivered. Her dress was soaked through. The cloak at her back was plastered to her backside, sticking to the length of her dress skirts. Bluish color touched the center of her lips.
Her eyes were hesitant, observing the abandoned estate house around them, the luxury cracking and decayed from years of neglect. “What is this place?”
The softness of her voice still punctured the silence with a faint echo.
Eomer brushed the beaded rain off his chest plate. “Years of war have left many estates empty across the riddermark. This was once a nobles house or possibly someone of royal blood.” He eyed the long shadows all around them. “Long forgotten now.”
His heavy footfall echoed down halls in every corner of the house as they searched.
There was not much left. Most of the furniture was gone or broken. It was possible it was stolen in the years it laid empty. The cellar stores were depleted. Waters remained at the bottom of an ancient well, long ago mined in centuries before his people populated their lands. It was old, ancient, with waters sweet of time untouched.
The young lord was used to mess with his Eored. A place out of rain and wind was suitable enough.
The lady at his side, though, was not a shieldmaiden. She was a traveling scholar with whom his sister adored. He had never much cared for her educated ways. Mostly it was at his expense that her explanations came. Still, he was a gentlemen who knew better than to let her suffer.
Hicela trembled in the wet of her clothes. She was no longer exposed to elements, but the cover of night was cool.
Eomer ventured outside through the rain in search of firewood. The storeroom was a round building near the main house. Its door was wretched open against years of green growth.
His arms filled with logs that remained without rot, and he marched back inside.
“There is not much. We cannot waste it.” He proclaimed.
She nodded, seeming in agreement. “Should we burn it where we intend to sleep?”
The suggestion was sound. A warm bed would work wonders for their bodies.
The second floor was creaky. Some boards were weak and cracked. He did not risk leading her through a maze of rotten floorboards. The door nearest was kicked in.
The master of the house once resided in that very room. A dense bed overtook the back portion of it. Though coated in decades of dust, it was clear fur blankets were still intact.
Eomer gestured her inside, earning a curious look as he latched the door close behind them.
“Preserves the heat,” he explained gruffly.
It became apparent that the situation strayed from innocence. Both were capable of simple math. One room, one bed. If they were to sleep, it would have to be together.
He kept his eyes focused on his fingers. They worked with the firewood to spark life in a flame. It was a practiced skill he learned as a young child.
He cleared his throat. “You may take the bed.” The growth of the fire shielded the obvious blush grown over his face. “I have slept worse places than a floor.”
Hicela glanced back at the bed. Her brows flexed tightly in the center as she stared a moment longer.
Finally her lips shuddered a breath. “We really should sleep together.”
Her words snapped such a surprise that he burned his fingers when he dropped a log into the young flames.
“It will warm our bodies best,” she replied quickly. Her eyes stared at his hand. “We won’t freeze if we share body heat.”
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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!”
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“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…”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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(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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Creator Highlight #1 - @popjunkie42
Welcome to our Feysand Creator Highlights! We want to take a moment to recognize some of the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!
To start off, we wanted to highlight @popjunkie42, an author who has shared such a wonderful collection of feysand fics, poems, headcannons, and comissioned pieces with us!
Thank you for sharing your talent with us, as well as being such an amazing source of love and positivity! You never miss a chance to uplift other creators, so we wanted to take this chance to uplift you!
Below are some of our favorite popjunkie feysand creations, and you can find more on their masterlist.
Hate Me Instead - Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions?
Eureka - aka the one where Rhys wears glasses. A wonderful oneshot that should be paired like fine wine with this comissioned piece
Blossoming In Winter - A Court of Thorns and Roses AU set during the first Hybern war, inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Hi inuarchive!! do you any stories, where kagome is the badass pirate and Inuyasha a stowaway or prisoner???
Hi anon, thank you for the ask! This was a toughie because, as you probably have already discovered, most InuKag pirate AUs have Inuyasha in the role of the feared pirate and Kagome as the noblewoman who gets kidnapped.
That being said, we did find two stories that fit your request exactly! They are at the top of the list below, and we included other types of InuKag pirate fics after a divider.
Happy reading!
(Gif by fic-finder @lostinfantasyworlds )
[Pirate Kagome, Captured Inuyasha]
The Captain and the Hanyo by @goshinote (T)
In a world in which youkai have been forced into hiding after the Great War, Captain Higurashi is known as one of the cruelest youkai-hunting pirates. After Captain Higurashi kidnaps Inuyasha, a prized hanyo, a plan is set in motion. Inuyasha will find out Captain Higurashi is nothing like the stories say, and he will discover that nothing is truly as it seems...
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The Hanyo's Parlay by @fawn-eyed-girl, @neutronstarchild, & @ruddcatha (M)
Inuyasha ends up seeking refuge on a boat before collapsing, having challenged and killed two demons who were harassing a hanyō. When he wakes up, he realizes the ship has left port, indeed, the boat is moving, and he’s tied up, on his way to the Black Shikon, an infamous pirate ship. When he arrives, Inuyasha believes he is destined to walk the plank. When the Arrow of the Black Shikon invites him to parlay, Inuyasha finds he is in for a lot more adventure than he ever bargained for.
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[Kagome & Inuyasha Both Pirates]
Shards of the Sea by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (M)
She is wild, she is on the loose, she is nigh uncatchable. But when the pirate captain Inuyasha is given the chance to be pardoned in exchange for her capture, will he take the chance of a peaceful life or will he follow her to the ends of the earth, never quite reaching her? A story told in snippets and drabbles.
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[Pirate Inuyasha, Noblewoman Kagome]
Shikuro: A Caribbean Fairy Tale by Inuma Asahi De (M)
Inuyasha was as bad as pirates came, according to his legend. Kagome was a woman of propriety, destined to marry for her family's honor when all she wanted was to live on the sea. What happens when their eyes meet by chance or perhaps by daring fate?
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Heart of the Sea by Eowyn Organa (T)
The girl who is awaiting her destiny, and the pirate who is running from his past. A mysterious jewel, a terrifying pursuer, and a long lost friend will bring them together on an adventure upon the waves...
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Kagome and the Pirate Captain, The Silver Hanyou by Chocolatechick101 (T)
Kagome is diplomat's daughter kidnapped by the most dangerous pirate captain of the 7 seas to secure a deal. But they didn't know they were about to embark on a great adventure together!
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Song of the Sea by DeletedAccountNotChangingMind (T)
In the days where Singers are hunted like dogs, one hid in the crowd hoping never to be caught. But all that changed when she is captured by the fierce pirate Silver. Now she must protect her life and even her heart from the theiving pirate.
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Pirates and Princesses Inukag OneShot by @heynikkiyousofine (T)
Kagome was never to marry and settle, but as the kingdom's princess, it was her life. When she meets a thieving pirate, will her whole life change?
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Kagome and The Silver Hanyou by xxxshikonxxx (T)
Kagome Higurashi finds herself captured on her 16th anniversary by The Silver Hanyou, the most worst natured pirate on the 7 seas. What will happen after?
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Seadogs by jellophish (M)
When Lady Kagome is stolen away by pirates, will one of the most feared pirate captains of the 7 Seas hurt her? Or possibly need her help to keep a certain jewel safe? As they travel the seas, romance blooms, but what is the price?
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arwen/eowyn oneshot please!
i already talked about this one a bit here, but here’s some more!
based on what canon has fixed for us, arwen surely heard of the warrior dernhelm’s valour. she hears how this warrior saved theoden king, merry the hobbit, and took down an oliphaunt single-handedly. she must be interested to see this warrior and hear such tales. how was she supposed to know that dernhelm was the very same woman who clutched at arwen’s hands and clung to her song like a lifeline in the houses of healing? 👀👀
ask about my wips
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Ten Sentence Thursday
I have FINALLY managed to write something! It's a new WIP, but it's only a oneshot so it's fine.
So it is time for another round of @somebirdortheother and lady-of-imladris WIP ping pong! That means YOU @somebirdortheother are getting tagged again. I am also tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass because I want more Cel/Gal/Hal smut (do we have a name for this ship?)
I am currently writing a sweet and funny little fic about what would have happened if Theoden survived and met Faramir. Theoden "I have to immediately adopt this person" King of Rohan and Faramir "my dad wanted to kill me" Prince of Ithilien would get along SO WELL. Plus, I needed Theoden to be alive to see Eowyn happy. He loved her so much. And Theoden and Merry need to smoke weed together (they planned that in the books but never got to do it). Snippet under the cut.
“Master Brandybuck,” Théoden addressed the Hobbit, whom he counted among his dear friends, “you do not happen to know this Faramir, do you?” Merry sat down in the chair next to Théoden’s bed. “I do know him, he and my cousin Pippin are good friends. Although technically he’s Prince Faramir now I suppose. Strider will announce that soon.” “Strider?” he inquired. “You know him, tall fellow, fancy sword, has an army of ghosts-” “Aragorn? The King of Gondor?” “Yes, that one.”
#wip tag game#lady of imladris fics#I can't write smut for some reason so I have resorted to crack (the genre not the drug)
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┊͙ ˘͈���˘͈ WHO I WRITE FOR—
FANDOMS & CHARACTERS— [subject to change]
gilmore girls -> jess, tristan, dave, rory.
harry potter -> harry, hermione, luna, draco, fred, george, blaise, ginny, cedric, tom, theo, mattheo, sirius, james, remus, regulus, lily, narcissa, bellatrix.
lord of the rings / the hobbit -> aragorn, legolas, eomer, eowyn, faramir, boromir, haldir & bard, thranduil, kili, thorin.
the maze runner -> newt, gally, thomas.
stranger things -> steve, dmitri, joyce, hopper, chrissy, nancy, robin.
star wars -> anakin.
the mentalist -> patrick.
grishaverse -> the darkling.
pretty little liars -> aria, jason.
timeless -> flynn.
the vampire diaries -> damon, stefan, elijah, katherine, klaus, kol, rebekah.
twilight -> bella, edward, carlisle, charlie, jasper, alice.
bridgerton -> anthony, benedict, eloise, daphne.
criminal minds -> aaron, spencer, jennifer, emily, derek.
anne with an e -> gilbert, anne.
dead poets society -> neil, todd, charlie, knox.
little women -> amy, jo, laurie, beth [platonic!].
teen wolf -> stiles.
pirates of the caribbean -> jack, will, james, elizabeth.
the hunger games -> finnick, peeta, haymitch, katniss, johanna.
pride and prejudice -> mr darcy.
RULES—
don’t request any smut. nsfw themes are okay but i don’t write full blown smut.
i will write platonic fics & romantic fics but please specify which you want when you request.
i will write: oneshots, blurbs / drabbles, headcanons & dialogues, fem!readers and gn!readers. if you don’t specify in your ask which you prefer, my default is usually gender neutral.
i don’t write male readers, sh, professor x minor!student, poly relationships, parent fics or pregnancy fics.
i only write marriage fics for bridgerton & pride and prejudice!
request status; CLOSED
#gilmore girls fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#lotr fanfic#the hobbit fanfiction#pretty little liars fanfiction#vampire diaries fanfiction#twilight fanfiction#bridgerton fanfiction#flower patch
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fic stat game
rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.
tagged by @arafinwes!!
first-most hits: that would be And You Find Some Way to Survive. this fic is from april 2017, at which point I'd been fucked up about Takashi Shirogane from Voltron: Legendary Defender for about six months. unfortunately for him, I needed a character onto whom I could project my feelings about teaching, grad school, and being the only one emotionally responsible for various teenagers. he also had space trauma so this was like. perhaps not very fair to him. but in this fic he doesn't have space trauma yet!! only "my mentee is dealing with a Crisis that I don't have the resources to fix" trauma!!
second-most kudos: fdjksljf apparently Conditional Acceptance, which I think of as a companion fic to the above. more of the teaching projection, less of the Crisis vibes. I think these two are at the top in part because Voltron fandom was so big compared to my other fandoms, and also in part because the specific flavor of gen they are picked up readers on both sides of the Big Ship War
(sneaking in a shoutout to Severance, a Tatooine-centric Star Wars prequel fic which has the third-most kudos, because I'm still fond of it and the oneshot series it's part of, oh rise with me forever)
third-most comments: also a Voltron fic, because when I sort by comments the top sixteen are Voltron. If You Trust Me is abandoned after three chapters, and is also one of the few ship fics I've ever attempted (there may be a correlation). it's an Disney!Aladdin fusion, and I got sucked into writing it because of a stray "cut off your hand for stealing" reference in the movie; Shiro is canonically missing a hand, and I canonically cannot resist a fic idea that? involves amputation????* but despite this bewildering quirk of my personality please do not be alarmed; the fic is cute, what there is of it. my favorite thing about it is that a minor character who goes missing at the start of canon has been transformed by a curse into the flying carpet, and this is also a pun.
(*uh. there is also a prequel to this fic, Try To Try Hard. which is perhaps not so cute.)
fourth-most bookmarks: for a second I thought this was the same fic as above and I was like wow sorry everybody but NO, it just starts with the same word! If Only In My Dreams is. also Voltron. it is CHRISTMAS WHUMP IN SPACE.
fifth-most words: And You Find Some Way to Survive puts in a second appearance here (at 8,354 words if you're curious)
fewest words: ok look the one with the fewest words is a 72-word prompt fill that I didn't really like even at the time and I am simply going to link you the third-fewest words, because A of all it is still only 166 words and B of all I got only Voltron for all the other answers even though I've written for So Many Things and so I think I should be allowed little a Picking. as a treat. and C of all because and now my heart stumbles is Eomer and Eowyn, who are SIBLINGS and the bestest bravest darlings and all should love them. ok there you go.
with this set of results I think it is only appropriate that I should tag some of my VLD-era writing pals @curiosity-killed @demenior @lookforanewangle and then I will also add @kcrabb88 and @amarguerite :) if anyone else would enjoy doing this please grab it and feel free to say I tagged you!!!
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People you'd like to know better!
I was tagged a while ago by @slightnettles—thank you so much!
1. Three ships: Faramir/Eowyn, Aegnor/Andreth, Feanor/therapy
2. First ship: Farawyn
3. Last song: "Bluebird" by Alexis Ffrench
4. Last movie: Belle (2013)
5. Currently reading: Mansfield Park and still rereading The Fall of Gondolin
6. Currently watching: Band of Brothers, very slowly
7. Last thing I wrote: I've been in a writing lull for the past couple months after pushing myself hard to get a bunch of WIPs finished for several events over the summer, so I haven't been writing much lately. That said, of my WIPs, I last worked on my Glorfindel/Eowyn AU. Of posted fic, it's this Frodo & Merry oneshot.
Tagging @thescrapwitch @grey-gazania @melestasflight if you'd like to do this!
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I was tagged by @mydoctor Thanks!!
3 Ships: kurapika/leorio, beatrice/wirt, merry/eowyn
for the past year, i've been on a leopika kick. it ebbs and flows, but honestly, it's the most fic i've read for a ship in a long time. i'm more of a writer than a reader when it comes to fic and well, for kurapika and leorio it's reversed.
wirt and beatrice has been for the past 9 years, it goes away and then comes back, usually around the halloween season for obvs reasons.
merry and eowyn has been for about two years now. again another ship that got me to read way more fic than write, but sadly there isn't much content out there for them.
honorable mention is jyn and cassian from rogue one.
First Ship Ever: I could go back to my childhood, i had characters i wanted to get together but I think the first time i went insane for a ship was arnold and helga from 'hey arnold' when i was a teen.
Last Song: lost in yesterday by tame impala
Last Movie: watched the newest teenage mutant ninja turtle movie last night. i didn't really like how they changed the lore, but it was entertaining and the animation wasn't like anything i've seen before so it's always cool when animators try something new.
Currently Reading: i started reading a book called 'she is a haunting' back in september, but school has made reading for fun suck just like always, so i'm like 100 pages from the end, but not able to pick it up. i've been reading fic some, but just short oneshots and then ofc rereading favorite parts of my own fics bc i'm who i wrote those things for in the first place.
Currently Watching: a few shows: star wars rebels on disney+, invasion on appletv, jujutsu kaisen on crunchyroll, and i just finished my adventures with superman and our flag means death on max.
Adding Currently Playing: i played a lot of sims 4 this summer, but once school started i'm back to just opening up animal crossing once a day and playing for a few minutes.
Currently Consuming: waiting to eat the tuscan chicken cooking in the slow cooker.
Currently Craving: freedom from school and having the ability to read and write for fun again.
I tag: @america-oreosandkitkats @justme--emily @bethanyactually @dj-osha @alphamano and @theangrypomeranian
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the lord of the rings masterlist
updated: 3/27/24
everything gender neutral unless specified otherwise
imagines
aragorn
imagine impressing aragorn with your knowledge. (gender neutral reader)
legolas
imagine legolas starting to catch feelings for you after seeing you in a fight. (gender neutral reader)
oneshots
n/a
headcanons
n/a
preferences
well loved: what they do to remind you you're well loved (characters: frodo, sam, pippin, merry, boromir, faramir, aragorn, legolas, arwen, eowyn, eomer, galadriel, elrond)
#the lord of the rings#lord of the rings#lotr#the lord of the rings imagines#lord of the rings imagines#lotr imagines#the lord of the rings oneshots#lord of the rings oneshots#lotr oneshots#the lord of the rings headcanons#lord of the rings headcanons#lotr headcanons
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I'm not great at prompts/asks but love your work and had to try, so feel free to skip this one. Recent fascination with epistolary stories. Melkor and Sauron while Sauron is in Tol-in-Gaurhoth? Glorfindel x Echthelion or Arwen and Eowyn entering the 4th age, what it is like to be queen.
Such a great prompt with so many options! At first I thought Glorthelion (which I might do anyway in future) but then settled for Sauron in Tol-in-Gaurhoth and it just *had* to be an Angband crack email exchange. I'm so, so sorry for this, I'll do better next time I promise!!! But it was much fun and thank you for sending in!
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Melkor, Mairon, Glaurung
Rating: G
Tags: epistolary, crack, corporate!Angband, email exchange, oneshot
From: Mairon <[email protected]>
To: Melkor <[email protected]>
BCC: Gothmog <[email protected]>
Subject: Tol-Sirion - Update
Hi Melkor,
Hope you’re well. Wanted to send this note as fast as possible. As I write, I’m seated in the highest council room in Tol-Sirion. The Isle is yours, with few casualties (most of which are from the second wave you’d not imbued with the ráca serum; I confirm it’s efficient, send more batches at your earliest).
Now, of course the place is in need of some dire redecorating, Hence I’m requesting the rest of the pack I’d bred last summer to be sent over. I want to repopulate the place and I think the children would thrive here. There is ample source of sustenance, besides. And you know how they hate the heat and dust of the forges.
I’ve sent the spoils in the attached spreadsheet, I need your approval before proceeding.
Thanks,
PS: How’s your foot?
Regards
Mairon
Global Facilities and Transportation & Logistics Manager
Angband Lieutenant and PMO
The Great Wolf, etc
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Tol-Sirion, 1 Sirion Lane, Beleriand
From: Melkor <[email protected]>
To: Mairon <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
Hi Mairon,
Pleasing news. All requested items will be delivered but I admit I am confused about the wolves.
I commanded Glaurung to ready them and have them sent over yesterday, but you seem to be unaware of this?
How are you unaware of this?
Regards
Melkor
The Elder King, Actually
King of the World
Master of the fates of Arda, etc
Angband, 3 Thangorodrim Lane, Beleriand
From: Mairon <[email protected]>
To: Melkor <[email protected]>; Glaurung <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
+Glaurung
Hi Glaurung - see below
Regards
Mairon
From: Glaurung < [email protected]>
To: Melkor <[email protected]>; Mairon <[email protected]>;
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
Hi both
My mistake, I was at the doctor’s for that sore throat I told Melkor about and didn’t get a chance to ordain the shipment.
Perhaps next time I will not be made to fry the entire Ard Galen and I won’t need the time off.
Regards,
Glaurung
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From: Melkor <[email protected]>
To: Mairon <[email protected]>; Glaurung <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
Mairon
I’ll have Gothmog send the shipment.
Glaurung, I’ll see you in my office.
Regards
Melkor
From: Melkor <[email protected]>
To: Mairon <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
PS: The foot is no better than last time
Regards
Melkor
From: Mairon <[email protected]
To: Melkor <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Tol-Sirion - Update
:(
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Tagged by @tiamat-zx, so let's get this row on the shoad!
The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:
@angelfishofthelord, @malallory, @valor52, @shadowwolf146, plus whoever wants to! I'm not sure I have 9
Four ships: Destiel (Supernatural...yes, really), m/m Chrobin (Fire Emblem: Awakening), Faramir/Eowyn (Lord of the Rings), and the canon 'ships from The Owl House, though if I have to pick one I'll pick Raeda
Last song: Into the fire through trenches and mud! Son of Belgium and Ireland with war in his blood! -- The Unkillable Soldier (Sabaton)
Currently Reading: I haven't had the attention span to read thanks to anxiety over a house remodel (which is finally almost over). I've been watching a long-play of the Resident Evil 4 remake, and hunting up hurt/comfort oneshots now and then (because I crave violence but also hugs). And my own FE: Awakening fic, You and Me, because it's my YearoftheOTP project and I'm gearing up for chapter 4 so I want to make sure I'm back in the tone.
Last movie: Resident Evil: Vendetta. Gotta get ready for Death Island this summer!
Craving: A good night's sleep! I'm on a crappy temporary mattress during the remodel, and I keep waking up with pinched nerves. Food-wise, it's chicken nuggets, steak fries, and the cheap chocolate ice cream with the fudge stripe that's almost a little grainy. I also desperately need to do a jigsaw puzzle for some destressing, and soon!
#ask game#resident evil#supernatural#fire emblem awakening#sabaton#the owl house#ask me about my fanfic
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my name is eowyn (she/they) and i write fanfiction under officialfoxsquadron on AO3. here's some facts about me, this blog & what you can expect:
i am currently (re)writing a three-book series about Luke Skywalker's emotional journey throughout the Original Trilogy, centered around the relationship between him and Charlotte Reynard, an original character. this blog will be a place to log random thoughts, headcanons, and inspirations related to this work. i'll probably also throw in the beatles, lotr, and asoiaf for good measure.
my writing contains mature and/or explicit content, including sex, violence, war, smoking, drinking, drugs and occasionally excessive foul language.
i am consistently writing about themes of blood/menstruation, feminism and the female body. terfs are NOT welcome here.
i will always tag trigger warnings and put under a read more where possible.
if you are under 18, DNI. it's that simple.
i truly need more friends who understand the Struggle of being a luke stan so my inbox is always open!
that's about it! thanks for finding your way here & i hope you enjoy my work! masterlist below the cut:
Home Stories (current WIP)
Description:
Luke Skywalker is on the run.
His one-in-a-million shot on the Death Star has ensured his status as the most wanted person in the galaxy. With few friends, no family, and no mentor, he finds solace in his fellow Red Squadron survivor, Wedge Antilles, and his vibrant but mysterious found family. As he disentangles their carefully crafted secrets, he is drawn to an inexplicably talented assassin with a unique connection to the Jedi.
Epigraph/Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
random writings
rising, falling - a beru lars oneshot
sfw luke headcanons
nsfw luke headcanons
who is charlotte reynard?
coruscanti basics
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