#cat x boromir

[shirefantasies]

Hello. Could you do a slightly suggestive physical touch x reader thing like you did with the company but with the fellowship instead. If you don’t want to that’s okay. Thank youuuu

Sure 😊 Warnings: well duh 😜 but relatively minor as always

LoTR Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

Aragorn

✧ Gives the most amazing massages that have you begging him not to stop, especially when you are on the road.

✧ Catches your hand as it roams over his chest, taking it in his and pressing kisses to it.

✧ You slipped some tongue into the last kiss, so it is only fair for him to be doing the same, no?

✧ He knows you love sitting on his lap, yes, but still you are not expecting the way he takes hold of you and sweeps you up onto it with one swift motion…

✧ His hands may be rough, but gentle are they every time they brush and cup your cheeks, tracing their outline.

Legolas

✧ Does not always realize the effect he has. Swipes his thumb across your lips to keep you clean, brows raising and smile creeping onto his face at your resulting expression.

✧ Shivers at the way your nails ghost down his spine, dragging just enough for him to feel each point.

✧ Leans back to meet you in a kiss when you find yourself running your hands over his shoulders.

✧ As if to memorize your form or write it in the very stars, Legolas is slow, intent with his motions as he traces every dip and curve of your body, eyes awed and focused.

✧ Pulls you back from harm by your waist, but cannot resist capturing your lips when he sees the grateful shine of your eyes, so innocent and yet so amorous.

Boromir

✧ Knowing of your love for physical affection gives him so many opportunities to tease you, most of all indulging his love of surprising you from behind, arms winding about you and breath warm in your ear.

✧ When he picks you up and spins you around, his hand may just find its way to give your rear end a playful squeeze as you are lowered.

✧ Training is more fun with you around- suddenly Boromir has all the motivation in the world to do push-ups... on top of you, of course, finding a new spot to kiss each time he comes down.

✧ Playfully and of course lightly sits on you to pin you down, only offering your release in exchange for a kiss.

✧ Boromir indulges your love- if you take him by the side of his face and pepper it with kisses, he will tilt his head and take you for a more passionate one.

Gimli

✧ Spins word upon word of your beauty, yet his voice is stolen completely at the teasing kisses you sneak upon him.

✧ If you’re alone, he has been known to teasingly smack your arse. Just every now and again…

✧ Pulls you down suddenly, almost roughly, to meet his height, noses and foreheads brushing before Gimli is kissing you passionately.

✧ Makes it your problem when his hands get cold, sliding them up your top to startle you!

✧ Tough as he acts, he loves your predisposition to hold him as well, allowing him to nuzzle against your chest and place kisses against anything exposed there. Possibly a nip or two or three...

Frodo

✧ It sends shivers down your spine the way Frodo’s eyes track your every movement, the small action alone feeling a bit like a dare.

✧ A habit of his upon feeling emboldened is placing kisses from the back of your hand up your arm before finally giving your lips a peck.

✧ Of course you know the effect it has on him when you wrap your legs around him- why else would you keep doing it?

✧ You almost think he is about to protest when you tuck your joined hands into the folds of your clothing, but the shy smile Frodo gives you is encouragement enough.

✧ His whole body relaxes when you rub his back, doing anything in your power to comfort him from the ring’s weight, but at times the look in his eyes tells you he is seeking more than comfort…

Sam

✧ Little does he know his flustered expression when your hands roam only encourages you to continue…

✧ Flusters you back by unexpectedly kissing smears of food off your lips, his tongue swiping out to catch anything he’s missed.

✧ He's nearly always holding your hands, whether it's when you're walking or even sitting, then he rests your joined hands upon his lap, sometimes even pulling yours over to him.

✧ If he isn't holding your hand, then his is resting upon your knee or thigh, roaming ever so slightly especially if you are beneath cover of a table.

✧ Jokes that if you don't keep your hands off him, he'll have to feed you by hand, only to realize that's exactly what you want and give in.

Merry

✧ Comes undone at the way you run your hand down his chest, his breath hitching.

✧ Often walks or stands with a hand upon the small of your back, keeping protective but also the optimal position to give your rear end the occasional squeeze!

✧ Buries his face in your neck when you run your fingers through his hair, distracting you with all the kisses he places there.

✧ Comfortable enough to just reach a hand into your pocket for things, maybe keep it there for a bit, too.

✧ Watch out, he often turns pecks on the cheek into full kisses, turning and taking hold of your cheek at the last minute!

Pippin

✧ Grins wider than anything when you pull him into your chest, especially if the height difference is just the right amount.

✧ Takes you to a meadow where you can lay and laugh and roll around to your heart's content; naturally he ends up on top of you, straddling you and gulping as he glances down, tentatively smiling...

✧ Always happy to coat you with kisses- any inch of bare skin he is granted access to is fair game!

✧ Loves the way you keep your bodies casually intertwined, throwing your legs over his or snuggling into him when you lie together, tangling them completely.

✧ Yet another benefit of wearing a scarf? The way you yank him against your body or into kisses by it, always with great fire and fervor.

Faramir

✧ Develops a little habit of slipping his hands into your sleeves, stroking your arm or simply sharing your warmth in a small intertwined moment.

✧ Eyes you with surprise when you pull his head into your chest, but never shall you hear Faramir complain.

✧ His every touch is reverent, grateful at your trust in him and awed at the beautiful dream that is your body before him.

✧ You will know what touches of yours Faramir appreciates most not only by the hitching of his breath, but by the way his hand will capture yours and hold it where it has made its home.

✧ A flush rises to his cheeks when he is laying there sprawled upon his bed with a book and he feels the weight of your body draping atop his and a lazy kiss to his cheek.

Eomer

✧ Makes his home in the hollow between your shoulder and neck, resting his head and pressing his lips against the crook.

✧ Turns instantly to capture your lips passionately the moment you emerge at his side, breath warm upon the shell of his ear.

✧ If you wear a skirt, watch out for Eomer teasingly lifting up the hem with his foot when only he can see, running it up your leg for good measure.

✧ Wide-eyed the first time you tug on his hair as your lips meet, but the look quickly melts into a smirk.

✧ Given your habit of throwing your legs over Eomer’s lap, the marshal has grown used to the weight upon his body, taking the opportunity to show you a bit of love as he caresses your legs.

Eowyn

✧ The way you two teasingly shove and butt at each other sometimes melts seamlessly into makeouts. Neither of you are quite sure how, it just seems to happen.

✧ Relaxes visibly when you run your hand through her golden hair, sending you the most delicious look of pleasure as your hand combs through her tresses and roams to her neck.

✧ Swept up in it the joy of it all, sometimes you’ll catch Eowyn biting your lip gently as you kiss her.

✧ As you tend to walk with your arms linked, every now and again the fancy will take her to fun her hand up and down yours, bringing her nails gently down.

✧ Always tilts her head to give you greater access when you take to kissing her neck.

Haldir

✧ Shoots you the occasional warning look when your hands roam beneath the potential eye of others, but well aware are you that that is simply the manifestation of how flustered you make him. Not above retaliation, Haldir teases you endlessly in your later time away from those prying gazes when he has you all to himself.

✧ Learns your sweet spot, exactly the spot to kiss, and commits it forever to memory.

✧ One of his favorite things about you is the way you seem to seek him, him of all lucky people, for as much as he teases you he cannot deny he loves the way your hands are always darting toward him.

✧ Spreads his legs when he sits, inviting you to rest between them, your head falling against his chest in surrender to his presence.

✧ Having the cover of trees is truly a blessing, for then Haldir can take you on a 'quick patrol' and make out with you behind a massive trunk unseen.

Galadriel

✧ Smirks mischievously, blue eyes glinting, at the way your hand travels up and down her leg.

✧ Takes your hand sometimes only to draw it closer, bring it to a part of her body in silent, awaiting signal.

✧ Like liquid her body melts into yours when you drape your form atop her, feeling her give into you immediately.

✧ You may initiate the kiss, but with a deep chuckle the Lady of Lórien makes quick work of taking control, her tongue dominating yours.

✧ Great is her happiness upon your habitual reach for her arm to walk side by side with her, bringing her hand, wrist, up to your lips.

Elrond

✧ Never fails to show surprise when you yank him in for yet another kiss, hands falling to his chest. Likes to rest his hands over yours in such moments.

✧ Always helps you undress at the end of the day, motions slow and intent as he unlaces and works, eyes boring into yours.

✧ Presses lingering kisses to your bare shoulders.

✧ Always do his lips brush the shell of your ear when Lord Elrond leans in for a private message, especially if it is one to hold onto for the eventide.

✧ Smiles into every kiss you deepen, grip upon your back tightening as he grants you entry, his tongue welcoming yours into a dance.

Arwen

✧ Gets bolder with your encouragement, laying adjacent to you with her head upon your thighs, her favorite cushion of all.

✧ Leans down to place kisses upon them, sometimes traveling up and down as she goes.

✧ Looks up at you with a mix of love and challenge in her eyes when you hover over her lain form, teasing kiss after kiss from you with a single look.

✧ You can't help but let her run her hands down your chest, not when it brings such a smile of satisfaction to her face.

✧ Adoring the way your hands tend to wrap around her, Arwen nuzzles into your cheek, gently rubbing against yours as she enjoys the contact.

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[oda-cipresi]

Omg you have so many dragon requests but I have to add. Do you think you could write head canons about how it would be for the fellowship include a reader with a dragon companion? If not the fellowship then Frodo x reader with a dragon companion. Sorry if that’s confusing. I’m a confusing girl 🤷‍♀️ I love your writing and I hope your doing well ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for the compliment :D I went with the entire fellowship but did focus relatively more on Frodo (somewhat). I honestly like the dragon requests but I always think too much into what do you guys imagine the dragon as so I try not to specify too much. I hope you like it :)

(This is not proofread so I apologise for any grammar mistakes. If you find any please point them out)

~Cipresa <3

Fellowship with a reader who has a dragon companion

-I think that in general they would all be scared at first, except Gandalf who has seen similar things in the distant past.

-I think Aragorn would be the first to accept the fact that there's a dragon in their company.

-Second would be either Marry and Pippin or Legolas, for for the latter I can't quite decide since he did fight in the Battle of Five armies and has seen the damage dragon's flame did to his father, but then again with his personality he would be more understanding and would eventually make peace with the dragon.

-Frodo and Sam wouldn't be that thrilled, especially Sam since he can get quite worried but would put up a brave front for Frodo, and Frodo, while wary due to the stories about Smaug Bilbo told him, would still be quite quick to accept, especially due to his curiosity taking over.

-Boromir and Gimli would be the last. GimlI would hold his ground and call the dragon every name under the sun until the very end, and would accept the dragon only after realising how helpful the “overgrown lizard” is in battle. Boromir would be fascinated but also not thrilled, though he couldn't wait to tell Faramir about it one he returns home (he doesn't die in this because I said so)

-Mary and Pippin would use the dragon in their pranks, oddly enough the dragon would comply with them.

-Everyone did start appreciating the warmth that radiated off of the dragon and the fact that they didn't have to carry all the luggage

-The dragon adored Gandalf and ended up acting like an overgrown cat with him.

-The dragon didn't like Frodo at first due to him being the ring bearer, but eventually got over it after you scolded him. Frodo managed to bargain with him by secretly giving him snacks and you started wondering why you precious companion was gaining weight and suddenly started being around Frodo more. Once you caught on you banned Frodo from feeding the dragon which resulted in the overgrown fire lizard sulking.

-At the battle of black gate they saw the dragons full potential when it burned the orcs by thousands, frying them completely, and they started respecting it even more.

-I think after everything is over Frodo and Aragorn would over to to live there, if you chose Shire, the kids there would be using the dragon as a playground, of you chose Minas Tirith then the dragon would be the guardian of the city

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hiii first off I just wanna say I love your writing and i’ve binge-read all your work thank you for keeping me fed 😩😩 <3

I was wondering if you could I could request some cheeky Boromir content? Just headcanons on his habits and his nature, like the little quirks about him. Also potentially how they tie in to an ‘x reader’ style, whatever suits you the best!

Thank you so much!! :))

Thank you! I’m glad to provide some sustenance. I’d die for this man

Boromir headcanons

-I’ve mentioned this before but I’ll restate it here; he is surprisingly socially awkward

-He’s a confident guy don’t get that wrong, especially when discussing strategy, diplomatics, etc

-But casual small talk makes him squirm a bit

-He gives the best hugs and you can’t change my mind

-He runs hot so he is like a heater; cats love him for this reason

-But he is also allergic to said cats but he won’t move them if they sit on him

-I can’t remember who but I saw someone else say that he is dyslexic and I’m fully in board with that

-He is great with kids but horrible with babies

-He talks about his brother constantly; he just loves him so much and is so proud of him

-Decent at drawing but doesn’t do it much

-Maybe only to illustrate a letter to Faramir

-A total lightweight and overly outgoing and friendly when drunk

-He’s kinda a picky eater; he always has been

-He will try other things and will eat what is served if he’s isn’t home but in general he much prefers simple dishes he grew up with

-I think he would be more interested in being an uncle than a father

-Not that he doesn’t want kids; but he would be so excited to find out he was going to be an uncle

-He cannot sit still; his leg always bounces

-He also can’t work sitting down; like if he’s going to write a letter he will be standing even if that means he is awkwardly leaning down to the desk

-Very big on comfort and self-care; he has a silk robe and will lounge in the bath with a glass of wine

-In modern day he would wear Hawaiian shirts

-And shorts in the winter

-He cannot sing; doesn’t stop him though

-He is a passionate and loyal ally to LBGTQ+

-He’s a very good swimmer

-Absolutely loves taking his friends to a secret pond to swim in

-He has no problem with nudity either; so yes they are skinny dipping

-He is very skeptical of magic; like he knows it’s real but he doesn’t really trust it

-He cannot roast marshmallows nicely; he always sets them on fire

-But he likes them completely blackened

-He is very dramatic when he gets sick but will walk off any injury (well almost every injury…)

-He really likes donkeys

-He will always genuinely laugh at dad jokes

-He can braid hair but not his own hair

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 9 - Bruises

Platonic Faramir x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Faramir's fun time training gets ruined by his father.

Warnings/Notes: Little domestic abuse and blood. Aside from that, just my poor boy (fucking love him) being hurt by his awful father.

Word Count: 2553

  It was no secret that the Steward of Gondor held not an ounce of mercy for his youngest. From a child to an adult, he was lesser, always lesser. Never had he ever been better at something than his older brother and he knew deep down that no matter how hard he tried to impress his father, he never would be. He couldn’t stop trying though. Perhaps, one foolish day, a miracle would come true and his father would see him as more than a disappointment, but if not his son, then at least a man worthy of a kind gaze.

  So when Boromir left for Rivendell on a secret mission that the Steward would speak no word of around him, Faramir took to training even harder. He would soon be fully taking over his brother's position in Osgiliath and the surrounding Ithilien. In the time before his departure, he wanted to practice and prepare as much as possible so his quality and worth could finally be proven in front of the bitter eyes of Denethor.

  The training hall at midnight was empty and his brother's old sword was there for the taking. The hilt felt heavy in Faramir’s hands as he gave it a few test swings. He was just as good a fighter as his brother was–though he preferred battles of words rather than blades–but now, he felt weak. He hadn’t missed the look in Boromir’s eyes as he left Gondor that fateful day. If his brother would not be returning, Denethor’s wrath would spread like wildfire and Faramir would have lost his source of water. He could be weak no longer. 

  Faramir dragged out an old training dummy that he and his brother had once spent ages attacking. The old, hay-stuffed flour bags were now falling apart, stitched pathetically with whatever thread a young Faramir could get his hands on without someone noticing. One spot was held together with bright red string that he’d harvested from the fraying curtain in his chambers. He’d fixed it once to surprise Boromir, who simply could’ve asked and gotten it mended without a scolding, but the joy on his brother's face when he presented him with their longtime battle partner was worth the struggle.

  It felt almost foolish now for him to be fighting this vulnerable creation with a blade that could so easily slice it apart, but what other choice did he have? It wasn’t going to fight back but it would do as good practice for his movements and lashes. His only ever other battle partner was now long gone through the mountains and he was pretty certain nobody else longed to train this late. Training dummy it is, then.

  After 10 minutes or so of training, Faramir began to notice that something was watching him. He tried to ignore it at first, but once there was the clatter of knocked weapons from within the shadows, he followed the noise, sword at the ready.

  “Who’s there?”

  No answer.

  Faramir followed the noise into one of the armory rooms. He paused outside of the door, expecting perhaps a stray cat had broken in, or a mischievous child. He kept his sword clenched tight anyway and pushed the door open.

  Your sword swung through the air, meeting his with a clang.

  Faramir, startled, stared at you with wide eyes. 

  You were one of the few women in Gondor trained with weapons. You had trained alongside him growing up as your family was higher class than some of the others, though you were two or three years older. 

  Women were not allowed to battle on the field but some healers were trained in self defense for missions and others taught themselves. You had originally trained to set out as a healer but on your first mission things went horribly wrong and you returned to ready the younger soldiers better so they would not witness the same horrors you did.

  You also trained the children in small groups during the day. There were a few rambunctious ones from other richer families that you were training well. The thought of them eventually leaving to battle was terrifying but you’d rather them have a chance.

  Faramir was no stranger to your skill as whenever he happened to be free, he’d stop by during the training and either watch or lend aid, letting the kids get a chance to fight a real warrior. But he hadn’t been expecting to see you this late, so he stood still, rigid. 

  You were the first to break away, moving your sword so it scraped against his before sheathing it. “Captain Faramir.”

  “...My Lady.” Faramir mumbled as he took a step back. He moved one hand to the back of his neck, fingers scratching his scalp in confusion. “Forgive me for pestering… but what are you doing?”

  “You’ll do yourself no good practice alone.” You slipped a few arm guards on, tightening them with your teeth in the dim light. 

  “What?”

  You lifted your gaze, amusement flickering through your eyes at the confusion on his face. You clapped your hands in front of Faramir’s face, snapping that puzzled-puppy expression away. “You heard me. You’ve nearly massacred that dummy.”

  Faramir looked over his shoulder.

  The dummy had nearly been torn to shreds, hay spilling like liquid from the various holes he’d torn. That was the point, obviously, but for some reason the sight made his heart ache, as though he’d just single-handedly destroyed a part of his childhood. The dummy stood no chance against him. It was unfair.

  “Faramir.” You nudged his arm, placing some guards into his hands. “Stop daydreaming, come on.”

  He obediently followed you back to the arena, slipping the guards on. He was rather glad for a partner, but something was still bothering him. “How did you know I was here?”

  “I saw a lantern being carried down. If you’re going to be discreet, I would suggest next time you do not hide under a cloak, it only draws more suspicion to yourself.” You pulled your sword back out, getting a few practice swings in. “I figured it was you, though. You’re one of the few with keys.”

  “I suppose I am.” Faramir’s gaze turned towards the lantern and keys he’d set down nearby. His cloak was there too. So much for training in secrecy. At least it was you that had noticed and not somebody he didn’t trust. You were good company, and… “Will you train me?”

  “Train you?”

  “That’s your occupation, is it not?”

  You laughed. “I train children and new recruits, Faramir, not finely trained captains and soldiers. My advice will be of no use to you.”

  “You used to be a soldier yourself. I’ve seen you train alone, you know far more than what you teach the children. Show me… please.”

  If you weren’t already giving in, you certainly were now. Your original plan was to simply practice with him, but a few extra pointers and tips wouldn’t hurt, especially not after how frustrated you saw him earlier.

  “Alright.”

  The two of you trained for an unknown time but it was well into the night. Your sword clashed and clanged and you shouted advice at him, drilling him until he perfected his moves. You must have gotten too loud because soon the gates to the arena creaked open and two guards walked in.

  Faramir stiffened at the sight of them. He took a step in front of you although his shoulders were ever so slightly trembling. Whatever reason brought these guards here, you both knew it would be foul. Especially for Faramir.

  “The Steward wishes to speak with you.” One guard spoke in a calm voice, looking at Faramir as if you did not exist. You were half relieved and half worried.

  You reached out and grabbed Faramir’s arm. “Faramir.”

  The Captain looked at you with a nervous smile and shook his head. “I will be alright. Clean up and get some rest, will you? It is rather late…”

  You had no choice but to agree and watch him as the guards led him away. But you would not return home. Some warning tugged your heart. Once the three men had left, you quickly tidied the arena and followed them.

  The guards led Faramir into the hall of the Steward where his father sat upon his measly throne, nothing of the kingly one above it. The air was cool and tense. Faramir let his eyes brush over his fathers stern face once before lowering them.

  Once the guards left, Denethor spoke.

  “You are causing a racket.” He growled, fingers gripping the arms of his chair. The candles cast a looming shadow from behind him, embracing Faramir in the dark. “Are you so foolish that you see only yourself and not those seeking rest, which you should be doing? You will need what little strength you have if you wish to amount to a fourth of your brother's power.”

  In reality Faramir had done little to nothing wrong. Denethor’s favorite hobby was to seek anything to criticize his youngest over, whether it be as small as misplacing a fork or as unfair as losing in a clearly outnumbered fight. One single complaint or even just notice of the noise he was making in the later hours was enough to drag him from his bed, still drowsy, to scold him.

  Denethor was especially cranky further into the night. Faramir winced as though his words were whips across his skin. He wished to fight back but knew that would only cause him further pain.

  “I am sorry, Father. I was not aware we were being so noisy.” His voice was soft, for if it were loud it would reveal the trembling. “It will not happen again.”

  “It will not.” Denethor repeated with a menacing chuckle. He rose from his throne, one hand on his staff. “You try to fool me, boy? You think I am so ill-minded as to believe you won’t make another stupid mistake?” He sneered.

  Faramir closed his eyes, unable to take the look of sleep-driven hatred across his fathers worn face. His cruelty had only grown in the past years. 

  “Look at me.” Denethor snapped.

  The second Faramir’s eyes opened he was struck across the face.

  You lingered in the shadows of the hall, eyes glued to the door in front of you. At first you had heard arguing and cruel words from Denethor, but then it fell silent.

  It was not too long after that a shadow had emerged. Faramir. His hood was drawn over his head once more, chin dipped to his chest as he held a hand over his face.

  “Faramir.” You waited until he had walked by you. Your voice startled him and he jumped as though expecting another lash. Though when his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw you, he relaxed.

  “Did I not say go home, y/n?” He said, voice half muffled behind his palm.

  You ignored him and stepped forward. “What did he do to you?”

  “I wish not to speak of it. You should not worry about–”

  A drop of blood dripped out from behind Faramir’s hand, sinking into the thin carpet beneath your feet. Before he had time to react your hand was latched around his wrist and you pulled it from his face.

  How Denethor had beaten his own son so silently, you could not understand.

  Faramir’s nose was bruised, bleeding from the left side. His cheeks were red from slaps and his eyes were as well, tears still brimming but not escaping yet. There were a few other purple marks beginning to form on his skin.

  You must have accidentally revealed your inner thoughts, for when you turned to march into the hall, hand on your sword, Faramir grabbed your shoulder and stopped you.

  “Don’t.” He pleaded, tears now threatening to fall. “You will only worsen it… let him be.”

  Whatever anger you had now faded into sadness and you turned to Faramir. Blood was still steadily trickling from his nose. 

  “Okay.” You agreed, albeit reluctantly.

  If you could not beat up his father, you were going to take care of him. You forced Faramir to return to your chambers with you, and in the soft lantern and candle light, you began to use your old healing skills.

  You removed his hood to better see his face. One hand held a rag beneath his nose to catch the blood and the other rested on his shoulder in a notion of comfort.

  “I knew your father spoke ill to you… but I did not think he was doing this.” You whispered softly, voice heavy with worry. 

  Faramir winced as your fingers checked to see if his nose was broken. It wasn’t. It was only badly bruised. “He does not often hit me… For once his disdain of my existence saves me, for to make me bleed he must touch me, and that is not pleasant for him.”

  “But he has done it before?”

  “Only a few times. He does not fare well with the night. The darkness scares him, I–ow!”

  You poked a nearly black bruise on his neck that you just noticed. It was large and round. Denethor hit him with his staff.

  “I’m sorry.” You whispered, leaning back to scan his wounds. The majority of them were bruises so you could not do much to clean or soothe them. “You do not deserve this.” You said sadly. Faramir opened his mouth to argue but you clamped your hand over it. “Do not try and undermine yourself, Captain. Nobody deserves this. Not even you.”

  The poor man's expression softened like that of a saddened dog. His eyebrows creased in the center, eyes squinting as he tried to hold back the tears that had been dancing in his gaze for the last half hour. Nobody besides Boromir had ever stood up for him this way.

  “You… you are too kind.” He croaked once you pulled your hand and moved it to the side of his face. His cheek pressed into your palm, still hot from the slap. 

  You smiled sadly and shook your head. “I am only giving you what you deserve.” You whispered, eyes flicking to a nasty bruise on his cheek. “These will take many days to heal.”

  “I’ll say a rather skilled soldier beat me in training.” Faramir’s eyes had fluttered shut, the exhaustion of it all taking a toll on him. He tried so hard to be stoic and cold in his fathers presence, it left him drained. “They will not question that.”

  As much as you wished to nationalize the truth of the Stewards' habits, you knew it would do no good, so you chuckled along for Faramir’s sake.

  “No, I do not think they will.” You murmured quietly, poking his face with your thumb. When he opened his eyes, you smiled at him. “Rest, Faramir. I’ll see what aid I have at home for your bruises. We will train in the daylight.”

  He weakly smiled too and nodded in agreement. Training in the daylight would not anger his father, plus more time at your side would ease the worry in his heart. 

  “That is a good plan.” He whispered. “Tomorrow… at noon?”

  “Ten.” 

  “Ten thirty.”

  “Deal.”

[aphroditesmoon]

halfling

boromir son of denethor ii x half-elf!reader

summary: despite being half elf, the mortal man of gondor becomes a necessity in your life to keep you away from harm.

warnings: black cat/golden retriever pairing, 10th walker reader.

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You were sure this was how you'd die. Embarassingly hanging from a tree branch, your pinkie finger holding on to it with all it's strength, an apple bitten in your mouth like a monkey that never learned how to swing.

Your thoughts cuts off violently as your finger finally slips.

Screaming through the apple, your eyes press close as you swoosh down from the large tree, expecting a hard landing that would probably cost you a cracked skull or a broken spine. You heart felt as of it it had jumped out of your body when you finally stop falling. Your body being caught by the familiar arms of your friend instead of the hard ground of grass.

One of your arms instinctively wrap around Boromir's neck while you chomp down on your apple and caught it with your free hand.

"Oh Boromir!" You gratefully sang out, mouth still full of the apple. He had his repetitive frown engraved on his face as he glare daggers at you. "You never learn, do you halfling?" He asks sternly, though you knew he was teasing. You hummed as a response and shook your head at him, continue your apple eating as he walks faster with you in his arms, trying to catch up with the rest of the fellowship.

When you're done eating, you gently slide off him, his hand however remaining at the small of your back in a protective manner as the both of you finally gets closer your companies.

When the fellowship has come to a stop, it was understood that you would all be resting for the night, you look up towards the darkening sky as Boromir walks away to help gather wood for the fire, stealing glances at you from the corner of his eyes.

You were standing at a distance from the hobbits, face glaring up, eyes focused on the faint outlines of the stars that were already showing. He slips up a small smile before snapping his attention back to the woods, setting the fire up.

Your eyes remain on the sky, watching the clouds moving on as the dark begins to envelope your surroundings. You shut your eyes tightly when a burst of wind flew in your direction, basking in the breeze.

It was nice to have the sun out of the way finally, you were sure that if falling down a tree wouldn't kill you, the heat would've.

But now that night has come, the air starts to chill and the fire's enough for warmth.

You don't flinch when you felt Boromir's hand on your shoulder, already hearing his footsteps nearing you seconds ago.

"Will you eat some food the hobbits' brought or will you start perambulating around the forest again until you go missing." His deep voice, though clearly a jest, still sends a shiver down your spine.

You snap your eyes open and looked behind towards him. "I think that apple has quite filled me up for now, and I'm sure the little ones need the energy more than I do."

His face explodes into a grin as he shakes his head before moving his hand from your shoulder to your wrists, pulling you gently with him towards the group to sit down. "Oh do I know that."

You let out a short laugh as you sat down in between him and Gimli. Legolas quirks an eyebrow at you. "What are you two laughing about?" He muses.

"Oh just her inability to behave without adult supervision."

You glared at him with a frown plastered on your face and he doesn't bother to hide how much he doesn't care as he laughs loudly.

Aragorn and Legolas joins in as Gimli makes a quip about how he once found you hanging by your hair from your room's window outside an inn.

"That was one time-" You hissed. "Oh yes I remember that, I had to pull her back up by her hair!" Boromir exclaimed, the memory coming back to him.

The conversation gets worse when the hobbits joined in and Merry and Pippin decides to make a bet on how long you'd be able to survive without getting caught in a tree or disappearing in them.

Aragorn's face was flushed red as he clasp his palms over them, trying to stop laughing. Half of these men were drunk and having the time of their lives bringing up your embarassing moments.

Except Legolas, who was happily leaning againts a tree watching you suffer for their amusement.

"Oh, this isn't fair, what about the time Pippin almost fell into a hole?" You attempted.

"He's a hobbit, holes are his natural habitat anyways, what your excuse halfling." Boromir retorted, earning a smack on his arm from you. "Oh you should be glad everyone's not as boring as you, captain. I'm keeping you busy with my-"

"Impetuous acts? Monkey-like behavior?" He hides a smile when your mouth hangs open, offended.

"I was about to say, productivity."

Gimli snorts, cuddling his sleepy body closer to Legolas, ignorant to your glare at him. Legolas gives you a grin, agreeing with the dwarf.

"Don't worry dove, I quite like being kept busy." He says, leaning closer towards you with his voice lower than earlier.

"Good, because you'll be doing it for quite a while I suspect." You respond with a smirk, the quarrel forgotten.

When his face reaches inches away from you, his breathing, a sound so loud and clear to your pointy ears, you feel your smile slowly disappearing as your heart threatens to jump out your chest.

"Good." He smiles, pecking a kiss on your nose before moving away to lie down and turn his head from your speechless self.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

You are right @coopsgirl, but we both know that that's not how the world works, unfortunately...

Thank you so much for reading and commenting <3

Y - Yearning

For @lathalea. With a special mention of @scyllas-revenge's cat :D

Words: 1,1k

Pairing: Boromir x OC

Warnings: Boromir is not doing so well...

Boromir reread his letter for the 40th time—already, the paper was worn thin by his fingers in some spots and the creases of the repeated folding and unfolding had marred the once beautifully smooth paper.

He knew that he could have asked his younger brother for help, but his pride didn’t allow him to admit his doubts and insecurities openly—especially not to that smug scholar.

Faramir, of course, was now married to the Lady Éowyn and, thus, he was perpetually gleaming with happiness and self-satisfaction.

It was not that Boromir resented his brother for having found his well-deserved bliss, but he was also not eager to lay out his own shortcomings before one who was undeniably winning at life.

The mere idea that Faramir could pity him made him cringe and he forced his eyes to return to his truly unfortunate letter.

He had not been feeling this out of his depth for many years—once upon a time, he had suffered a great deal under the fact that his brother and their father shared a good many character traits and habits, and he had ever had the sensation that he was an outsider in his own family.

In times of war, his nature and hard-won skillset were exceptionally useful assets but in this period of the strenuous aftermath of a world-changing battle, he felt at a loss again.

If only he had paid better attention to his tutors, droning on and on about grammar, syntax, and poetry. Back in those days, all Boromir had been able to think about was martial and military prowess—and the safety of his realm in the face of the growing darkness.

He had done well, he told himself comfortingly; he had played his part in the victory of the free people against their terrible foe!

Even though he was ashamed of it, he had to admit that a part of him had not expected to return from that quest and, sometimes, he wondered dejectedly if it would not have been for the better if he had died a hero’s death far from Gondor.

His country needed a strong leader—a man both wise and temperate—and Boromir suspected that his gentle, intelligent brother would have been better suited to the role of steward in times of peace than he ever could.

Especially because King Elessar’s decision not to abolish their hereditary title meant that Boromir was to find a wife.

In order to achieve this—in the absence of his father and due to his petty refusal to ask his brother for help—Boromir would have to locate, woo, and win a lady of good standing on his own.

Finding one he would have died a thousand times over to call his had not been nearly as hard as he had expected it to be, but this made the subsequent steps all the more gruelling.

How could he possibly delude himself into believing that a woman like her—beautiful, well-bred, witty, and charming—would ever consider someone as uncouth as him as a romantic partner?

It was an extraordinarily stroke of bad luck that the lady who had utterly bewitched Boromir had told him explicitly that she would never marry for wealth or station.

“Only a true love match will sway me,” she had claimed with a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

Boromir had to admit that he had reacted rather haughtily to that statement, believing that she was insinuating—oh, it had been his hurt pride and fragile heart speaking—that he could only win over a lady by dangling his title in her face.

It was hopeless—he was doomed.

Again, he cursed himself for not having developed and cultivated his courtly manners more, because—as he perused his clumsy letter obsessively—he realised that his words didn’t even sound convincing to him, even though he had written them straight from the heart.

The tingling of a tiny bell—announcing the arrival of an unexpected but certainly not unwelcome friend—tore him out of his dark thoughts.

“Buisine,” Boromir called and, as he was completely and woefully alone, he even made little kissing noises at the animal to draw it closer. “Your mistress must be very worried about you!”

Jumping on the exceedingly comfortable-looking lap of the famed hero, the feline visitor rubbed his furry head against Boromir’s equally hairy chin in a wordless expression of support.

“Maybe I should let you walk over a fresh sheet of paper,” Boromir cooed at the cat. “I am sure that your inky pawprints could not be significantly less eloquent than whatever gibberish I have come up with.”

Buisine blinked slowly up at Boromir, inviting pets and purring encouragingly.

“If only your mistress was as easily charmed by me as you are,” Boromir chuckled as his rough, calloused fingers slid through the silken, elegantly striped fur of the stately animal.

The cat had taken to him instantly and they had been fast friends ever since the day Boromir had found it pawing at a clump of insects.

“I have food,” Boromir went on musing aloud, “and hands to hold and to caress. That is enough for you, but…What does it say about me that it seems so easy to me to confess all my grievances to you when I swallow my tongue as soon as I find myself in your lady’s presence?”

After accepting the strip of dried meat Boromir offered him, the rotund tomcat started cleaning himself on his lap; it was a calming situation and, slowly, Boromir’s nerves settled.

What was the worst thing that could happen? He’d simply send his awkward letter and hope for the best—if she was dissatisfied with it, he would at least get the chance to explain himself to her in person without having to bring up the subject without prelude.

“Buisine?” a melodious, distinctly female voice resounded. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!”

Stretching out across Boromir’s thighs, the treacherous feline gave a loud, plaintive call.

“Traitor,” Boromir hissed and—for a second—it seemed to him that the cat was laughing at the sudden nervous flutter in his heart, betrayed by entirely unnecessary fidgeting with the straps and fastenings of his coat.

“Oh…there you are. My Lord Boromir,” the object of all his desires said, clearly taken aback, “you must not let him badger you so! Come here, you naughty bugger.”

Her eyes fell on the partially folded letter. “What have we here? Are you penning letters together?”

“Yes,” Boromir admitted dryly. “Buisine is helping me find the right words.”

“I sincerely doubt that, with all due respect,” she replied—amusement dancing in her eyes—and sat down by his side. “I could take a look though.”

Buisine gave a loud purr before curling up again, evidently considering that this was a job well done.

@fellowshipofthefics here's my second entry for the April Alphabet.

Special thanks to @lathalea (a great author, go check her out) for the request and to @scyllas-revenge for letting me borrow her cat (another great author, Scylla...not the cat).

Lots of love from me...

Tomorrow...Gondolin OT3

-> Masterlist

[mummer]

When people describe asoiaf as grimdark it makes me tear at the wallpaper. Do you think that label is from a misunderstanding of the text/only a surface level reading, or the way got portrayed the books?

i mean, on one hand, i get it. there ARE parts of asoiaf that are very deeply nihilistic and cynical. especially compared with other mainstream fantasy. it became really trite to associate got/asoiaf with constant character death… but it IS a departure from the standard! maybe you’d get a mentor or supporting figure dying, your obi wans and boromirs, but ned, cat and robb, oberyn.. these are shocking moments for a reason lol. they ARE subversive! and quentyn and tyrion in adwd in particular feel truly angry and pessimistic. there’s plenty of grimness and darkness to mine from. But firstly, there is…. nothing wrong with being “grimdark”! it’s not wrong to refuse to write about utopias, or to be ultimately cynical and pessimistic about human nature, or for characters not to get what they (as decided by the ~ultimate morality~ of the author) “deserve”— aka the ultimate building block of tragedy. i want more angry art, more art that makes you miserable! sometimes the world does feel hopeless lmao like it’s okay to wallow in the darkness of the human soul or whatever!! asoiaf is not as a whole grimdark, but if it was, that wouldnt be an immoral way to write! (and i dont think GOT is even that much more grimdark than the books— its problem is that it is.. extremely badly written, not that x character didnt get y happy ending therefore it is bad 🤷🏻‍♂️)

i probably dont need to reiterate why it ISNT grimdark— theon adwd, sam, brienne, et cetera, you know the gist. better writers than me have talked about this. i think it’s a bit troubling that a story can get a dismissive response just for genuinely being interested in the whole ugly picture of human experience lol. idk if it’s YA brain or ted lasso kindnesscore or what, and maybe it’d be dismissive to attribute it just to that. but tbh, i dont think the people who write those 50k note posts on here or twitter about how asoiaf is ontologically evil for portraying a broken world have actually read the books at all. there’s plenty of ways to engage in actual criticism of the series if you wanted to. but they are really not interested in having a conversation about themes and stuff, they just want an easy dunk ❤️ so whatever

[deadguydeathmatch]

The Dead Guy Death Match Bracket Is Here!

Round 1 will be split into 4 waves of 16 24 hour polls and each wave will be posted 24 hours after the previous. The first wave will start on Tuesday the 18th of April at 3pm BST

The matchups are listed under the readmore and will be hyperlinked to the polls when they go up.

The matchups were all randomised although I did make minor adjustments if I thought one was much too unfair.

Also tagging @tournamentdirectory as I haven't already

Wave 1:

Charles Foster Kane (Citizen Kane) Vs Gavroche Thenardier (Les Miserables)

Leif (Bug Fables) Vs Queen Serenity (Sailor Moon)

L (Death Note) Vs Jonny D'Ville (The Mechanisms)

Noah Czerny (The Raven Cycle) Vs Lee Everett (The Walking Dead)

Pat Butcher (BBC Ghosts) Vs Xerxes Break (Pandora Hearts)

Captain Orimar Vale (Skyjacks Campaign Podcast) Vs Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Diallos Hoslow (Elden Ring) Vs Rachel Amber (Life Is Strange)

Andrei Grandier (Rose Of Versailles) Vs Constance Blackwood (Ride The Cyclone)

Spock (Star Trek) Vs Maria Robotnik (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone) Vs Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

Mari (Omori) Vs Ianto Jones (Torchwood)

Nate (Leverage) Vs Max (Sam and Max)

Owen Carvour (Spies Are Forever) Vs Vylad Ro'Meave (Minecraft Diaries)

Neil Perry (Dead Poet's Society) Vs Sayaka Miki (Madoka Magica)

Flapjack (The Owl House) Vs Maes Hughes (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Loki (Marvel) Vs Adam Faulkner Stanheight (Saw)

Wave 2:

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Vs Diggory Graves (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Hugo Oak (Kipo And The Age Of Wonderbeasts) Vs Leonardo Hamato (Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Movie)

Chara (Undertale) Vs Magnus Chase (Magnus Chase)

River Song (Doctor Who) Vs Micheal Afton (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Catherine Earnshaw (Wurthering Heights) Vs Tara Maclay (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Laudna (Critical Role) Vs Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy)

Mia Fey (Ace Attorney) Vs Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby)

Meiko 'Menma' Honma (The Flower We Saw That Day) Vs Claire Foley (Professor Layton)

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler) Vs Skelly (Hades)

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil) Vs Portgas D Ace (One Piece)

Polly Geist (Monster Prom) Vs Hua Cheng (Heaven's Official Blessing)

Avatar Kyoshi (Avatar The Last Airbender) Vs Galivar Kholin (Stormlight Archive)

Pink/Orchid (Animation Vs Animator/Minecraft) Vs Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls Animated)

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) Vs Stoick The Vast (How To Train Your Dragon)

Evelyn Hooper (Less is Morgue) Vs Manny Calavera (Grim Fandango)

Kokichi Oma (Danganronpa) Vs Silco (Arcane)

Wave 3:

Eurydice (Greek Mythology) Vs Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead)

Jack Twist (Brokeback Mountain) Vs Charles Vane (Black Sails)

Howard Hamlin (Better Call Saul) Vs Jason Grace (Riordanverse)

Nora Hildegard (The Vampire Diaries) Vs Gerard Keay (The Magnus Archives)

Manny (Swiss Army Man) Vs Matoro (Bionicle)

Wen Ning (Mo Dao Zu Shi) Vs Kikyo (Inuyasha)

Yuri Nakamura (Angel Beats) Vs Simon Kain (Pathologic)

Deep Throat (The X Files) Vs La Signora (Genshin Impact)

Esmeralda (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame Novel) Vs Ursula Zandt/Silhouette (Watchmen Comics)

Nageki Fujishiro (Hatoful Boyfriend) Vs Tuba (Infinity Train)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice) Vs Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Oda Sakunoske (Bungou Stray Dogs) Vs Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Duncan (Dragon Age) Vs Junpei Yoshino (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Quincey Morris (Dracula) Vs Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen)

Deadman (DC Comics) Vs Breakdown (Transformers)

Draal The Deadly (Troll Hunters) Vs Castiel (Supernatural)

Wave 4:

Matsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer) Vs Midori (Your Turn To Die)

Kelsier (Mistborn) Vs Peter 'Parker' Yang (Malevolent Podcast)

Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6) Vs Noriaki Kakyoin (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Erik (The Phantom Of The Opera) Vs Matthias Helvar (Six Of Crows)

Tigerstar (Warrior Cats) Vs Boromir (The Lord Of The Rings)

Joel Miller (The Last Of Us) Vs Pedro Madrigal (Encanto)

Rufus Emeterio (They Both Die At The End) Vs King Arthur (King Arthur)

Bunny Corcoran (The Secret History) Vs Lenore (Nevermore Webtoon)

Sliver Of Straw (Rain World) Vs Bow (Inanimate Insanity)

Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place) Vs Nicholas D Wolfwood (Trigun)

Tiso (Hollow Knight) Vs Okudera (Yakuza 5)

Koki Kariya (The World Ends With You) Vs Horst Cabal (Johannes Cabal)

Mr Boddy (Clue) Vs Garret Jacob Hobbs (Hannibal)

Eddie Kaspbrak (IT) Vs Emily (Corpse Bride)

Ash Lynx (Banana Fish) Vs Ophelia (Hamlet)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) Vs Kili (The Hobbit)

[alloarocharactershowdown]

Here is the bracket for the Alloaro Character Showdown! Please let ve know if there are any mistakes. Because of how many contestants there are, the first round will be divided into four parts, with eight polls each.

[ID: A 64-character bracket featuring the characters listed below the cut. End ID]

Art for Jess by @kindaorangey - [link], art for Sister Carpenter by @terra-toma - [link], art for Clover Martinez by @layaart - [link]

Underneath are all of the characters!

Side A

Round 1 Part 1

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs.

Alonzo (Cats)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) vs.

Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Umetarou Nozaki (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun) vs.

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs.

Agent 3 (Splatoon)

MK (Monkie Kid) vs.

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Sasha James (The Magnus Archives) vs.

Katsuya Serizawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Hawks (My Hero Academia) vs.

L Lawliet (Death Note)

Jess (Loveless) vs.

Fenneko (Aggretsuko)

Round 1 Part 2

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role) vs.

Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files)

Gumi (Vocaloid) vs.

Boromir (Lord of the Rings)

Optimus (Transformers) vs.

Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle)

Double Trouble (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs.

Alix Kubdel (Miraculous Ladybug)

Arthur Lester (Malevolent) vs.

Grog Strongjaw (Critical Role)

Sister Carpenter (The Silt Verses) vs.

Touka Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs.

Makoto Sunakawa (Ore Monogatari!!)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs.

Benrey (Half Life VR But The AI is Self Aware)

Side B

Round 1 Part 3

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness (Kingdom Hearts) vs.

Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) vs.

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Iñigo Montoya (The Princess Bride) vs.

Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem)

Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter) vs.

Ikuyo Kita (Bocchi the Rock!)

Jazz Fenton (Danny Phantom) vs.

Taylor Swift (Dungeons and Daddies)

Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs.

Jeff Winger (Community)

Kou Yamori (Call of the Night) vs.

Willow Park (The Owl House)

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) vs.

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Round 1 Part 4

Miles Straume (Lost) vs.

Jake English (Homestuck)

Tahani Al-Jamil (The Good Place) vs.

Papyrus (Undertale)

Clover Martinez (The Last 8) vs.

Rita (The Penumbra Podcast)

Denji (Chainsaw Man) vs.

Arataka Reigen (Mob Psycho 100)

Yor Forger (Spy X Family) vs.

Teruhashi Kokomi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Anya Jenkins (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs.

Anne Boonchuy, Marcy Wu, and Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Yuri Plisetsky (Yuri On Ice) vs.

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu!!) vs.

Ramuda Amemura (Hypnosis Microphone)

[rescue-ram]

💕, 🥳, 💡, 🔮

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Of the fics I consider Finished, I'm shouting out Making the Most of It. REALLY happy with how that came out :)

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I think I was in 3rd grade, maybe 2nd- I typed "Digimon Stories" into Google and was delighted to find stories about my favorite show. I was so little I didn't totally understand how to navigate websites, and thought you just got 20 random stories every day, so you can imagine my :D when I discovered the "next" button and how to use the search feature lol. I don't remember my first fic exactly, but I wrote it after the movie came out and it was some insane Digimon crack fic lol.

I just really wanted to make up my own stories about my favorite stories, and I've always had an affection for plucky guys I felt got done wrong by fandom and wanted to do better to make people understand why I loved them so much- I wrote fanfic about Davis from Digimon and Boromir from LOTR. The only fic I left up on FFnet was an HP fic that I might port over to AO3 and revise, and maybe finish or at least add authors notes of my outline, because I do mostly like what I had, but for Obvious Reasons have not been super motivated to write for that fandom in recent years lol.

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

Oooh okay, a lot of things in the hopper, let me categorize:

Actively Working On

Truly unhinged Hawnk fic for kinktober kfkfkfk

The Courage To Be

Star Wars fic 'Resolute'

Actively Pondering/Nibbling On

CharHawk Fake Dating

HouliHawk role play fail

Two age play fics that are similar in tone, one CharHawk and one Hawkahy- not sure if either will get finished, but don't think I'll write both, so pondering options

Hawkeye "turns into a cat" gen fic

Hawkeye Goes To California and BJ Goes To Maine at the same time without telling the other and swap lives for about two weeks.

Two post-war fics, one that is a sequel to Making the Most of It and one that's more focused on Daniel and Hawkeye's relationship, although BJ and Trapper are both there. Pretty distinct, but with enough overlap I need to pick one to prioritize to make sure I don't write too similar of scenes between them.

Soft Hibernation

The next part of my Rescue Bots fic- I know what the next bit will be, touched the doc last month, but not actively working on it

Under the Banner of Heaven case fic/undercover in a gay bar fic. Haven't worked on this in a few months, but I still really like the idea

Hibernation

X-Men Band AU. Been over a year since I worked on it, although I have a pretty good outline for a lot of what needs writing

1920s X Men AU. Soft abandoned, I remember some of my ideas for this but don't think I'll write it.

Succession KenStewy fic. I have some scenes and an outline, but it's hard to get in these assholes (affectionate) POV...

Captain America Clone Fic I haven't touched in almost a decade now god help me. Functionally abandoned but I still think on it occasionally kgkdjdkd.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

Keep pondering, keep nibbling, and don't be afraid to shelve an idea and come back to it later. Fanfic is supposed to be for fun after all lfkdjjd

I have found it helpful to make the world's worst outline to act as a kind of checklist document and help connect scenes of I get stuck at one point and need to skip ahead a little.

I also like to try and focus on an emotional vibe to carry the fic, which helps get in the characters head so I can get in that trance state where the little guys are Doing Things and I just have to write it down kfjdjf. Sometimes I have an idea I like but it takes some pondering to find an emotional angle to connect with the character that makes sense as to why they are Doing The Plot, so nailing that angle before I commit to writing helps...

If I start getting bogged down in research I do the "five link" rule, where I only let myself read five things about the topic, try and cobble together enough of an explanation to pass a sniff test, then move on kgkrkrkdj

Also with skipping, the Sticking Point comes when I get too far ahead and then lose motivation for the part I was writing. Trying desperately to avoid this with my two multi-parters rn jdkdjd. Only letting myself write one or two scenes ahead helps a little...

[wisheduponastar]

LotR X Miraculous

Honestly can't believe no-one's done a crossover AU for this yet - but here I am. So, without further ado, we have my official cross-over list ready for you guys.

Starring... Legolas at Cat Noir. And Aragorn as Ladybug. Or, whatever the genderbend version was... I think Beetle? But yes, those are clearly our two co-stars. Legolas lives up to spoiled rich kid with a heart of gold vibes, and I would love to see Elrond's family running a bakery. They seem like they'd do that.

Also, we have Tauriel as Nino. She'd be a good Nino. And then, off the top of my head, I think we can get away with Arwen as Alya, or maybe Boromir as an Alya-esque character.

The hobbits are classmates, and so are Boromir & Faramir and Gimli. Not sure who I'd cast as Chloe & Sabrina. Honestly, tempted to cast Boromir as Chloe, and Sabrina as Faramir. Don't know why, it'd be funny.

That of course means our great king Thranduil can be Hawkmoth. I can see the vibes. We could maybe get Bard in as Natalie? Wouldn't be against that either.

So, who else did I miss? Who else do I need to cast. And can someone write an AU of this. Calling fanfic writers

[doctorslippery]

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[mimilind]

Never tried this before. :)

Here are my answers:

My favorite lesser known fic is Rose in the Caribbean. (Jack Sparrow x Rose deWitt Bukater, rated T) It’s a crossover with Titanic which could explain why it’s less popular than my other fics, but I was always very happy with how it turned out, and the overall themes of forgiveness and to define who is good/evil. Plus sober!Jack Sparrow was a treat to write!

No I don't think I have made myself upset. I tend to write happy endings that put a smile on my face. :)

My hardest scenes are all from Thranduil's Shadow. It's a Silmarillion-based fic (rated M) and the research I've done for it is massive, mostly because I needed to explain inconsistencies I've found in the canon material...

Ohh, hard one... I had a lot of fun writing Halbrand in my short fic Perfect Balance of Darkness and Light (M) but I also really enjoyed fleshing out my OC Kat in Cat of the Fellowship (T). And the OC/Reader in my short Thranduil-fic The Librarian and the Elvenking (T) was also so nice to write!

No, I generally put on the LOTR-soundtrack or sometimes the Vikings soundtrack or something else fantasy-ish. :)

Here are 3 fics I would like to recommend:

First of all I'd like to share my most recent completed fic: Boromir x Reader. It's 18K words so a pretty fast read. Hurt/comfort trope, works with canon even though Boromir survives in it. :) Bonus chapter is Explicit smut, the rest T-rated.

This fic I always recommend this time of year, it's a Halloween themed Thranduil and child!Legolas fluffy gen fic. :)

Finally I'll recommend my ongoing Matched From Birth, it's a Legolas x OC and Thranduil x OC, M-rated, with family secrets, secret Tolkien characters, drama, falling in love, pining, and how to make a relationship work. It's a WiP but almost completed, usually updates Sundays.

Happy Monday, Fellowship! 💜

Here at Fellowship of the Fics, we want to get to know you as authors, just as we want to hear about your stories! Each month we will have five selected questions that we encourage you to answer as a way to help promote yourself!

Simply reblog this post and answer the questions provided. This is about YOU and YOUR creations! We encourage self-bragging as much as possible!

Here are the questions for October 2023!

What's your favorite story you've written that doesn't gain a lot of attention?

Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? Why?

What has been the hardest scene to write for [choose your fic]?

What character for [choose your fic] was your favorite to write?

Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

Now, share up to 3 of your fics you’d like to recommend to us and your followers!

[yerevasunclair]

BOROMIR X CATELYN AU

READ FROM MY RIVER TO YOURS (Boromir x Catelyn fanfic):

https://yerevasunclair.tumblr.com/post/617743439922167808/from-my-river-to-yours-lord-of-the-rings-game

[mimilind]

Cat of the Fellowship: Completed!

It's done! I did it! Cat of the Fellowship is COMPLETED. 

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Story Summary: Unexpectedly turned into a cat, Kat falls into Middle-earth with the mission to prevent a death. In a feline form she can only communicate with Legolas, and that he is a very handsome elf is certainly not helpful… A humorous adventure that follows the book version of the Lord of the Rings.

Tags/rating: PG13, no warnings, romance/adventure, humor, cuddles, slow burn, fix-it, everybody lives AU.

Relationships: Legolas x OC, background Boromir x OC

Links to story:

*AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27917806

*FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13762710

*Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/991355215

[ahufflepuffhobbit]

Endless WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you for the tag @lordoftherazzles ! 

I organize my fics into either one shot folders or their own folders, so I’ll just give you the working titles, as well as any fics I’ve started to. have thoughts about.

Posted WIPs

I'll Die to Care for You

Courage to Soar

Somewhat Written WIPs

You're a King, I'm a Lionheart

Amragu Lukhud

Bottomfeeder

Feel You Out, Feel You In

Kiss Me in a Way that Makes Me Wanna Fall on My Knees

Vague Idea WIPs

Stacks

Sukkot

Boxer AU

I Can Make it Right

Stranger of the West

So, these are the ones I'm slowing picking at! My goal is to cut this list in a half by the end of the year, but uh, we'll see. SEND ME ASKS!! I want to talk to people about these fics and ideas!!! I need more motivation to write!

Anyway! Non-obligatory tags for anyone who wants to do it (I would tag individuals but my laptop won't let me for some reason)