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POV: YOU’RE NRC’S LAST HOPE

I would go insane too lmao if I had to fight batshit malleussy 😭✨

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Thinking about a world where Háma isn't captured and instead just manages to escape into the wild. Maybe he tries to get to the Hornburg but can't get through the siege lines and doesn't know about the caverns, everyone just assumes he's dead (whether Wulf like finds some of Háma's torn clothing and shows it off to Helm and Héra like "Yeah he's totally dead") ideally he wants to go to Fréaláf but there's a lot of patrolling groups looking for him to actually properly kill him so he spends a while wandering, moving from place to place trying to survive through the winter. He gets little bits of information that trickles from the various raiding groups who comment on the siege. He doesn't know it's all over until he sees people returning to some of the ruined villages he's been hiding in, so he finally can make it back to Edoras.

Everyone is naturally very surprised to see him alive, especially because they've already declared Fréaláf as the new king. I can't see Háma actually minding too much, his brother was set to be king, he doesn't really want it, the visual guide mentions him being jealous of the freedom Héra enjoys so I can imagine him instead just, accepting Fréaláf as the new king and joining Héra on her journey or heading off on one of his own, to find himself now

TLDR: I am in denial about Háma's death and want to think of nice AUs where he gets to live and be happy and free

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"But...If your king needed you"

"The king will always have my sword, my loyalty and my love".

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i await the day someone draws hera, bilbo, and frodo together as the protagonists <3

some criticism that i don't quite agree with is that Helm should've been the protagonist. i disagree. i believe that it is because he is SO amazing and badass that it was the right decision to put him in the same role as thorin and aragorn, the legends in their respective stories. if helm was the protagonist, i doubt there would be much love and warmth that the hobbit and lotr gave. let me explain! the thing with the hobbit and lotr is that frodo and bilbo were just like hera in the sense that they supported the legend of their story in their own ways SIDE BY SIDE, bilbo with smaug/arkenstone, frodo making the trek to destroy the ring, and finally hera leading her people, saving her father, and strategizing the call for aid in the final battle to fight for her people

what i love about hera being the protagonist that i relate with bilbo and frodo is that the heroes of stories are usually a strong heroic man, but tolkein wanted to prove that it is the deeds of ordinary people, in this case: two hobbits, and a daughter; those who are kind and courageous, who can be heroes as well <3

it reminds me of a scene in an unexpected journey where galadriel asks why gandalf chose bilbo baggins:

“Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage." 

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Why is everyone so hot in War of the Rohirrim ??????

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if you ever live in rohan, be sure to banish your sexy nephew so he can save the day when you need it most

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I drew the promotional poster for the Chinese release of ‘THE LORD OF THE RINGS: WAR OF THE ROHIRRIM’🦅

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Some of the criticism going around about this movie baffles me.

"It doesn't follow the lore!" The lore... the lore that is an Itty bitty portion of the appendices that lore? In which maybe four people even have NAMES? Yes actually it does. It adds to it certainly but it doesn't actually remove anything. If you don't think there should be anymore Lotr content because Tolkien has passed, sure fine that's a fair stance. However if you want more content SOME creative liscnse is going to be taken.

"Hera is a mary sue!" The internet doesn't even know what this means anymore. It just gets flung at any female character that does anything. She's capable and she's kind and for some reason people seem to hate that.

"The animation is bad!" No it isn't. It suits the story and the world it's in. An older anime style gives this far more charm than hyper-realistic animation ever could.

"It should have been live action" Why? No really why? What would that have added? It wouldn't have been anywhere close to original trilogy films, nothing ever will be. Those movies were literally lightening in a bottle. What does this story lose by being animated that it would gain in live action?

Lord of the rings fans are reaching star wars levels of sucking the joy out of the very thing they claim to love. If you don't want to see the movie, don't see the movie. If you DO want to see the movie, have fun! It has some really great moments!

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growing up!

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I definitely think that this moment is all of the little moments where Isagi zeroed in on just defeating one person and trying to become the best piling up to his ego becoming pure hubris. Like before it was just Isagi slowly becoming more and more like a machine who works towards a goal, but I fear he has fully embraced his role as an analyzer of the field, to the point where he's abandoning the thing that really made him standout as an analyst to begin with:

His empathy. I read a post a while ago from someone who talked about how it's actually because Isagi is so empathetic that he's able to read so much about his opponents. And I really agree with that, because Isagi Yoichi is the most empathetic person the field. Or at least he used to be before he became enamored with making goals and scoring. Then he only cared about trying to score because he brought into the Blue Lock philosophy hook, line, and sinker.

I think this moment is a result of Isagi abandoning the things that he felt were holding him back from becoming a "genius" like the others, and that thing was literally his ability to understand another person by thinking about what it must be like to be them, essentially. He's only thinking about how they can fulfill their actions on the field, and not why and that was a huge core of early Isagi's mindset. Thinking about others isn't a selfish act, and is the least egotistical thing you can do. But it's what got Isagi ahead for the most part, and a key part about being an egoist isn't getting rid of the parts that make you unique, it's turning those things about you into weapons for you to use to your advantage.

It's a little ironic that he'd turn to Kaiser in the end for help defeating the "neo egoist league" all together, because Kaiser JUST learned the whole "I need to be more empathetic and caring of others to truly learn the value of myself" lesson, he had this whole inner monologue where he truly realized that using other people like cogs in a machine wasn't what made him a great striker. Or even a great player, and that his detachment to other people was the thing that was secretly holding him back, not the other way around.

And here is Isagi, becoming just like Kaiser, abandoning the thing that made him special as a striker for what he thinks he "needs" and not what is actually beneficial to him.

In a weird way, its almost like Kaiser and Isagi have swapped places. Isagi is the unfeeling antagonist who wants to use this all feeling "side character" to get ahead, and I think he's going to fail because he doesn't realize that he's falling behind in the wrong places. Early Isagi from before this arc would have whole moments where he'd talk to his teammates and even learn about how they think specifically, and even their past achievements, the things weighing them down etc.

But this Isagi has not once done that, and that's what has led us here. To an Isagi who is wholly addicted to the feeling of making goals that he has forgotten to consider the other part of what makes a striker great.

A part of me is still also thinking about Bachira in all this, and how we haven't seen in literally a year at this point. And I am wondering if when we do see them, it will be like two sides of the same coin (because if I remember correctly Bachira's team hasn't won a single game for some reason, even though Bachira's scored the most)

I can definitely see Isagi becoming full on "Logos" in his ideas, while Bachira is completely "Pathos" and is honing too much in on his creativity and not enough on how to make that translate into a victory. (i also just miss bachira in the story </3)

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“Cowardly and delicate” i’m-

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between, I present to you, the cowardly and delicate ISAGI YOICHI🗣️🗣️🗣️

May i remind you, this shit is being broadcasted all over the world

He’s gonna have a looooong conversation w his parents after the nel ends.

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A small making out w loki (bllk) plssss? I hc him that he's shy in public but wild when ur alone ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

(no pressure on doing this thooo)

sweet boy w Loki (bllk)

making out, semi-public

m.list || rules || requests are open :)

note: hiii i agree with that, i'm sure that shy/sweet boys are in fact feral and that's : hot. i can't wait to see Loki more ! it's the same, i'm not sure it that good but i hope it's just fine <3

Update pls guys that's not the only thing I can do im a fluff girlie 😭

If you ask anyone about Loki, they will say that he’s a sweet, with a gentle smile, maybe a little shy and humble man. Always cheering people, a very good player and the first looking for the best in people. You agree with all of that, well for most part.

His soft smile doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing for you, not that he’s an asshole with you. He can just be a little… brutal ? His shyness disappears, let’s say and he doesn’t need much to do so.

“Julian, what if anybody sees us –” you try to prevent it from happening but his hands were already all over your body and so were his lips soon after. Kissing you so you would stop talking for a second, he tilts your head up to get a better angle. The night was boring, long for nothing he was kinda tired of it. He needed to clear his mind a little and you were gorgeous in this dress, he could take a break from this charity thing.

You left the reception quietly and he found a calm place, away from the big event just to let his hand rub your figure up and down, staying a little more around your ass ; you know it takes him everything to not grab it. He deepens the kiss, getting drunk on the taste of alcohol laying on your lips. Your hands naturally circle around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

It’s ruining your makeup, your lipstick will be all over his lips and yours but you don’t care anymore. Kissing Loki is a feeling like no other. Your tummy is a mess, you can’t catch your breath and feeling his leg pushing through yours doesn’t help at all. You melt at the feeling, moaning in his mouth. You’re long gone.

If he could eat you alive, he would. He’s obsessed with the feeling of your flesh between his teeth – he can’t wait to get back to his place – but for the moment he had to deal with it. It can’t be seen, but he’s desperate, kissing you like his life depends on it. Grabbing your ribs a little harder, feeling your skin melt in his hand without really feeling it ; it’s driving him crazy.

You bite his tongue playfully, a small smirk on your lips but it’s quickly swept away when he grabs your neck, a little warning for you to watch what you’re doing.

He’s already taking a lot on himself, don’t make it harder, but when you try once again your back is pushed back against the wall.

“Don’t, or you won’t walk tomorrow.” he whispered in your ear before composing himself and smiling at you. Your crimson lipstick on his lips and skin and a gaze telling you already a lot of what will happen to you when you get home.

That’s what you meant when you say that he wasn’t as shy as he seems. You gulped hard, before clearing your throat.

“I’ll get us something to fix that. I’ll be right back.” you were running away from his consuming gaze, or else you’ll be begging for more tight there. He nodded, waiting patiently for you to come back before he could head back to the main room, but only with your blushing face in mind. And all the pretty things he could do to you. 

i hope you liked it !

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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Julian Loki x fem!reader

𝐀/𝐍: Thanks @0rah-s for the suggestion to have Julian for these headcanons. If you heard how horrible it is to date a French man then let us all collectively ignore that

❒ The treatment starts slowly into the relationship basic things like opening doors for you or pulling out your chair

❒ Further down the relationship he starts spoiling you

❒ He’ll start buying small gifts

❒ When he takes you out to dinner and pulls out a small box handing it to you he only states how he thinks it would look pretty on you

❒ You can’t help but notice the brand logo and you know it wasn’t anything cheap. Julian doesn’t allow you to return the gift let it be because it’s “too much” or you didn’t get him anything

❒ He has a smile on his and all when he gifts you something

❒ Let you glance at something for too long it’s being delivered to your house

❒ Julian will text you “Did you get your package?” You’re just confused about to reply back with “huh?” Not even a full second later you hear your doorbell ring

❒ Going out shopping he’s holding your bags and giving you his card

❒ Loves when you try on outfits. He’s a good honest hype man

❒ There’s a photo album on his phone just full of videos of you doing a spin and photos from you showing off an outfit

❒ He’ll actually give an opinion on which outfit is better or suggestions if you should get a different color

❒ He just wants his girl back to look good and feel good in the clothes

❒ Both his hand are full of bags as you exit the store he doesn’t let you even think about grabbing a bag

❒ If you’re a food girlie he got you too

❒ Pays attention to what you’re more into he’ll get your savory or sweet dishes whatever you’re in the mood for

❒ Later down the line he just sends money to you especially when he’s away for a game

❒ Sends it along with a message “Don’t forget to treat yourself”

❒ Get your nails done or hair matter of fact both send a picture and he stays giving compliments until he could see it in person just to react again as if he didn’t know how you looked already

❒ Julian absolutely adores you he hates when you have a bad day

❒ Not wanting to see you upset he’s up to do anything to make you happy

❒ You wanna go out? So be it. You wanna just cuddle and watch your favorite films? He’s got you. You want a massage? He’s already on it, he wouldn’t want his girlfriend to have such tension in her shoulders

❒ A situation has gone wrong and you can’t handle it he’ll try to calmly figure it out for you

❒ Julian loves to treat his girlfriend like a princess

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @kisamekiss / @pinkfqiry / @simpsunit / @goldenglow149 to join the taglist fill out this form<3

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the look of love, the rush of blood

— what it means to date nagi seishiro, but not actually date him

yes this all happened sue me writers are thieves. omfg this id os humiliating to acc write down why is my life like this guys. btw can u guys like… gen tell me what u think ab this dynamic in comments i have to know im so bad at relationships

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means staying up until 2 AM together. it’s finals week, and you’re supposed to be studying. but nagi wanted to play dress to impress with you, and promised he’d help you study after 5 or so rounds.

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means everyone at school thinking you’re dating. even reo asked if you have feelings for him, and when you insistently said no, he replied, “alright, alright..! just trying to make sure nagi doesn’t end up hurt.” so that nagi doesn’t end up hurt? what does that even mean?

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means starting volleyball together. you always meant to pick up a sport sooner or later, but you were too old. it’ll be embarrassing to pick one up this late! you told nagi about this, and he said, “i mean… it’s a lot less running than in football, so maybe i’ll try it out with you?”

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means him watching your favorite anime for you. nagi always said that it wasn’t his type of show, you never really expected him to actually watch it. but one day you get a message— “finished s1, but i cant find s2… not on netflix? :x” from then on, he practically enabled you to keep ranting about the show, and he even got a little shocked when you had told him a fake spoiler.

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means him insisting to pay him back, but not actually doing anything about it. occasionally, when nagi isn’t too tired, the two of you meet up for breakfast in the morning. he lives closer to school, so he usually always gets there earlier. you always ask him to buy your order and he agrees, only on the condition you pay him back. you always pay him back with baked goods, and he always eats them up. and, he still insists he wants his cash back! you’ve given him cookies and brownies worth more than 3 orders of pancakes, you’re starting to wonder if he just likes your baking.

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means hanging out after school. nagi trains a lot. he has to, apparently, in order to become the best striker in the world. but, it doesn’t mean he likes it. if he had it his way, he’d walk to the mall with you and share a cup noodle everyday after school. he’d love to just sit around the convenience store with you for forever— or at least until he wanted to go home. but unfortunately, that time is only limited to an hour before club training starts.

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means telling him about all the people you don’t like. nagi’s a pacifist. he likes to think that he’s a very peaceful and chill guy. there isn’t many people he actually hates. but apparently, you do. you tell him almost every week about at least one person who did you wrong, or a guy who keeps harassing you— it almost makes nagi think, ‘is it actually possible for one person to get harassed this much?’. nonetheless, he still listens and internally rolls his eyes when he sees one of the people you’ve mentioned.

dating nagi seishiro, but not actually dating him means him ditching his hang out to go with you. blue lock just won against the japan U20 team. no one thought they could make it. and as a reward, anri decided that they deserve some free time to themselves in the outside world. isagi had invited nagi, chigiri, bachira, and some others to hang out with him. but because he overslept, he just decided not to go… instead he went to your house. “hey, let’s go to an arcade today?” he asked. the two of you headed into your favorite arcade somewhere in shibuya and since he was so near the café he was gonna originally meet isagi at, he did intend to say hi… but that plan sort of went out the window.

“nagi… let me win for once, would ya?” you grumbled. “but, i’ve already got 15 wins, i don’t wanna lose…” he hums in return. and when he finally K.O.’s your character, you hear a loud gruff voice.

“hey, you pain-in-the-ass gamer prince!” it calls out. and by the disgruntled look on his face, it seems nagi already knows who it is. “yer gonna lose yer friends, ya jerk!” the voice suddenly runs in behind nagi and grabs him by the neck. you recognize that face, it was the #6 of last night’s game! “caught him red-handed!” reo laughs.

you’re suddenly a bit shy surrounded by all these new people, not to mention the fact that they’re basically mini-celebrities. “oh? who’s this one you’re hanging out with?” the boy in the beanie asks, walking up to you. you’re suddenly intimidated by the aura that surrounds him. “…wanna see some ninja arts?” he asks.

you’re tempted to say yes, you’ve never seen a ninja before. the choice is taken though when that aforementioned #6 and a boy with pink hair in an updo bun (he looks like a girl, but you’re sure he’s a guy since he was in last night’s game…) yell at him. “don’t go doin’ yer stupid seducing tricks, moron!”

ignoring all of that, nagi finally answered, “…this is s/o, my friend.” isagi nods, and reo almost looks like he wants to scoff at the title, ‘friend’. “so you ditched isagi to hang out with s/o? way to choose your priorities, nagi..!” reo laughs. “well, i haven’t seen s/o in weeks… and i’ve been seeing all of you too much…” he mumbles.

most of them look rightfully offended, most especially isagi, the boy with pink hair, and another boy with a brown and yellow bob cut. the three of them drag nagi over to the dart board as the boy with the bob hums, “let’s party! nya haaa! ♪”

reo grins and encourages you to follow the group, “c’mon, let’s hang! i know nagi especially will be really glad to have you along!” nagi would be glad? …pushing those thoughts aside, you agree to join them. “yeah… sure, i’ll join.”

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Wild Fruit

Boromir x Wife!Reader

Words: 1.7k  - Rating: M Summary: You reunite with Boromir after he returns home from a long campaign, and you share an unexpected and sweet surprise with him. Tags: Fluff, comfort, romance, vague allusions to sex, mentions of insomnia. No physical descriptions of reader, other than her being shorter than Boromir; reader is also alluded to being a healer of some kind.   @dystopicjumpsuit I made the line from GoldenEye work, but with a Boromir twist 🍓

Restless, anxious dreams drove you from your slumber in the early hours of the morning. On instinct, you rolled over and reached for the comfort of your husband, but Boromir wasn’t there. His side of the bed remained cold, as it had for nearly two months now.

You were grateful that the long military campaigns had grown less frequent over the years as fewer and fewer orcs and dark creatures remained in the west, but the weight of Boromir’s absences never grew lighter. Fortunately, your wait was nearly over— he and his company were due back by the end of the day tomorrow. 

You had kept your mind and hands busy over the last week while you worked tirelessly to prepare for his arrival, but now that the work was finished there was naught left to do but wait. 

The smoldering remains of the fire crackled in the fireplace, doing little to keep the cold, dark chill of early spring at bay.

Much could happen in two days.

Idle waiting would drive you mad. You could not stare out the window, waiting until you saw the white banners of Gondor crest over the horizon, heralding Boromir’s return. 

No, that would not do. 

There was still work that needed doing—an old, familiar task that would surely keep your mind focused and your hands busy long enough to pass the time. You threw back the covers and went about gathering your old, worn traveling clothes and gear. 

And under the cover of the gray morning twilight, you slipped out of your well-guarded home and made for the stables. 

You raced across Pelennor Fields and didn’t stop until the sun crested the mountains in the East. It was the sight of Minas Tirith, glowing like a pearl in the warm light of morning, that stopped you and held your gaze temporarily. You couldn’t help but think of Boromir again in that moment, so you spurred on your horse and guided her north of the city, towards the foothills of the still snowcapped Mindolluin.

By the time the spring morning chill gave way to a bright and sunny day, you found yourself strolling across the alpine fields and sparse forests. The day turned unseasonably hot for this time of year, and you shed your cloak and coat well before midday, but your sword and dagger remained at your side. 

Your horse trailed faithfully behind you as you searched for any healing herbs and flowers at your feet. You were careful to keep your eyes on your surroundings, ever cautious and weary not to let your guard down. 

When the heat of the sun grew too strong to bear, you paused and ate your meager lunch in the shade of a great old tree. Again, your thoughts returned to Boromir and how eager he had been to show you this place and others like it, where he had spent the joyful days of his youth. He brought you to these foothills as often as he could after you married—though, back then you weren’t too concerned with looking for herbs. You spent most of those outings laying in the shade beneath the trees, with your dress rucked up past your knees and with Boromir between your legs. 

With a heavy sigh of frustration, you rose to your feet and vigorously dusted the bread crumbs off your trousers, then returned to your task. 

Another hour or so passed before the sun finally began its slow, downward arc towards the west and you knew it was time to turn back. As capable as you were with your blade, you still did not wish to over-stay your welcome and risk getting caught in the mountains after dark. 

You sorted the herbs and flowers you’d found and carefully tucked them into your saddle bag. Just as you readied to mount your horse and begin the downward trek off the mountain, you glimpsed a small splatter of red out the corner of your eye. 

A few paces away, tucked at the base of a tree, lay a patch of wild strawberries.

You could hardly believe your eyes! You knelt down and inspected the tiny fruit, no bigger than your fingertips, and found enough ripe berries to fill the palm of your hand. Your mouth watered at the sight of them, but you resisted the urge to devour them all at once. Instead, you set aside two berries, then carefully collected the rest into your belt pouch where they wouldn’t get crushed.

You ate one fruit and held out the other your horse. Her velvet nose brushed against your palm, huffing loudly as she inhaled the scent, then gently ate it from your hand. 

You laughed and patted her forehead, then climbed into the saddle and took off back towards Osgiliath. 

With luck, the strawberries would keep until tomorrow. Boromir adored them.

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The chill of early evening made its unwelcome return before you made it back to Osgiliath. And by the time you left your horse at the stables, your fingers were nearly frozen. You gathered your cloak tightly around your shoulders and wondered if perhaps the sweetness of a strawberry might help remind you of the warmth of the sun. 

You popped another piece of fruit into your mouth as you neared the exit, but nearly choked on it when you caught sight of the horse near the door. 

Boromir’s horse. 

You blinked dumbly at the large stallion, staring at its unmistakable silver-gray coat and shiny black mane. The horse regarded you momentarily and, as if he understood your confusion, offered you a contented sigh and friendly nicker before returning to his feed. 

You bolted out the doors, uncaring for decorum or propriety as you ran as fast as your feet could take you. Rushing through the tiny courtyard that separated the stables and your home, you shouted a hasty greeting at your bewildered groundskeeper and at the two familiar guards that kept watch outside your doors.

The humble halls of your home blurred past you unnoticed and you leapt up the stairs, taking them two at a time, barely slowing as you burst through the bedroom doors. 

All your forward momentum disappeared in a heartbeat once you laid eyes on Boromir.  

He reclined in the armchair near the window with a mess of papers in his lap, wearing naught but his undershirt and trousers. Gone were his coat and uniform and weapons, and any such signs of his months-long military campaign. 

It was as if he had never left. 

Your heart flooded with relief and exhilaration and desire, and yet you remained frozen in place by the door. 

Boromir seemed equally transfixed, or perhaps startled by your sudden and abrupt arrival. He looked you up and down and took in your disheveled appearance, though his expression remained unreadably neutral.

“You’re early,” you blurted breathlessly.

“I am,” Boromir stated simply, and the soft velvet of his voice warmed every corner of your body. 

He set aside the papers and rose to his feet. “I found my self in urgent need to climb into my warm bed and hold tight my Lady Wife, so I rode through the night and into the morning to get home as quickly as possible.”

He approached you slowly, his steps leisurely and unhurried, and stopped just out of arm’s reach. 

“Imagine my surprise then, when I arrived home and found my bed cold and empty, and my wife nowhere to be found.”

Boromir’s cool facade cracked, starting with the slight curl of his lips. 

You followed suit with your own coy smile. “Well here I stand, husband. What do you wait fo—” 

Boromir reached for you with great urgency and pulled you into his warm embrace. His movement was so sudden you hardly had time to react and collided with the wall of his chest. You buried your face there, against the bare skin that peeked from beneath his shirt, and breathed in deeply as his hold on you tightened.

“How I missed you,” he pressed his lips into your hair and muttered almost to himself.

“I dreamt of you nearly every night,” you confessed in return.

With both of you unwilling to let the other go, the moment drew on longer and longer, until finally Boromir broke the silence once more.  

“My love?” he asked, his question laced with mischievous curiosity. He pulled back enough to look down at you and caressed your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I do not begrudge your absence, though I recall we had an agreement that you’d not leave home without an escort.”

You hummed thoughtfully and your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into his touch. “As I remember it, I agreed to bring an escort whenever I go to the city. I had no need of guards today, as I was in the mountains.” 

Boromir’s slow caress of your skin halted.

“You were in the mountains all day? Alone?” he repeated and all the mirth drained from his voice. 

“Do not worry, I am not a fool,” you replied calmly. “I did not go unarmed.”

“That does not put my mind at ease,” he sighed, exasperated.  

“Then perhaps this will,” you said sweetly and mollified him with a kiss. 

He melted into you without resistance as your lips met his in a soft embrace that slowly grew deeper. Your hands roamed the broad width of his shoulders til the tension in his muscles gave way beneath your expert touch. 

And when your lips finally—reluctantly—parted, he gazed down at you with a look of delight and wonder.   

“You taste of strawberries,” he murmured in surprise. 

Grinning, you held out your belt pouch between you and revealed the treasure you had gathered in the mountains. 

“Wild strawberries!” Boromir laughed in surprise. “And so early in the year…how?”

“Wild fruit does as it pleases,” you shrugged. 

“Yes,” he said and his face lit up with that brilliant smile of his that you missed so much, “so it would seem.” 

You pulled a strawberry from your pouch and held it up to him. Wordlessly, he parted his lips for you, never taking his eyes off of yours. You placed the berry at his lips, dragging it teasingly across his bottom lip and painting it red with sweet juice, before you finally pushed the fruit onto his tongue. 

“What was it you were saying about slipping into a warm bed?” you asked sweetly as you watched his tongue swipe over his bottom lip.

“Let me show you,” he grinned again and pulled you up into his arms.

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i just think nagi would love it if your hands run warm.

he's always reaching out to grab your hands in his like you're his personal handwarmer, and you're always teasing him that holding his hands is like sticking yours into a bucket of snow. he also loves it when you reach up to cup his ears (which are freezing cold, by the way) just so they don't fall off when the biting winter wind blows.

nagi loves how your hands run warm, until summer hits.

he's clinging to the little fan on the floor like it's a chilled bottle of water in the desert, and he whines when you press your hands on his back, making him sweat even more. he doesn't move away from your touch, though, and he doesn't swat you away. it's your turn to grab onto his hands every opportunity you get, relishing in the coolness of his palms to give you some reprieve from the muggy summer heat.