Hello there! Welcome to my little page! I like to write about fictional characters / scenarios! I love too many things to even list here haha. On my who i’ll write for list, if you don’t see what you’d like written for, just send me an ask and i’ll let you know if I can write for it or not!! I know there are things I’d write for that I forgot to add to the list. I don’t bite, i promise, so don’t worry, just ask!
Anyways!
Currently, Requests are: closed
You can find my Request Rules and a basis list of who I write for here:
Summary: A spur of the moment decision to see the sunrise turns out better than Frodo could have ever hoped for.
Word Count: 1636
Note: Hello everyone! I’ve already gotten some requests, which I’m super excited about!! Before I start working on those though, I wanted to start finishing up stories that have spent months in my drafts! Most of them are almost done, just needing a few paragraphs to close them out, so I will be finishing those up and then getting to work on those requests asap!! Anyways, enjoy!
Blonde hair billowed out behind her as she ran, Frodo hot on her tail. How Laurelia had this much energy this early in the morning, Frodo would never know. Why he even agreed to be out here at such a time, an hour before sunrise, when he could be curled up in his warm bed in Bag End was beyond him. Really though, he knew the answer to that question without even having to try.
She had asked him to come with her to a great hill overlooking Hobbiton, hours before the sun was in the sky, and without asking why, Frodo had agreed right away. It was something he often found himself doing, agreeing to her impulsive and sometimes outrageous ideas without knowing fully what he was getting himself into, though he didn’t see that changing anytime soon. He didn’t know why, but it was like he just couldn’t help himself.
Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Frodo focused his attention back towards the bubbling girl in front of him, winding through the tall grass of a field, glowing with excitement at whatever she was dragging him to.
“Hurry! We can’t be late!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the really wired scaly lizard this are I can't remember what they are. The one dog she training for the 501st got into one of the jedis room like Anakin or Obi-Wan's and swallowed a jedi holocron and now they have like a big looney Toons chase after the dog running literally everywhere on a ship basically dodging everything and everyone both jedi clone trooper and reader until they finally just tuker out and find a place to sleep while everyone is tearing the place up looking for them.
Hi, Hello! I can't believe it's taken me THIS long, but I've finally completed this!! It was such a cute concept, I just had to finish it. Thank you so much for requesting this, and I'm so sorry once again that it took me forever. I hope you enjoy!
Request: Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the reall
Request: Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the really wired scaly lizard this are I can't remember what they are. The one dog she training for the 501st got into one of the jedis room like Anakin or Obi-Wan's and swallowed a jedi holocron and now they have like a big looney Toons chase after the dog running literally everywhere on a ship basically dodging everything and everyone both jedi clone trooper and reader until they finally just tuker out and find a place to sleep while everyone is tearing the place up looking for them.
"Heyyyyy! There's our favorite Hound Wrangler! How's it going? Who's this little guy you got with you?" I hear a voice call from the other end of the hall.
I look up to see Fives, Kix and Jesse heading straight my way.
"Fives! Jesse! Kix! I'm good! I'm just taking Kesi here for a walk around the ship before i'm off for the day. How are you?" I ask the group of clones, petting the Massiff affectionately.
Kesi, apparently really digging the love, rolls over showing off his belly for some more rubs. Of course, I comply, because who could deny that cute little face? Fives was thinking the same thing I was at that moment, bending down and joining in on the petting.
"We're doing ok, the mission is finally over, who can really complain." Kix says tiredly.
"You're not wrong there, finding this lost Holocron seems to have taken a toll on everyone, even Master Kenobi" Fives jokes with equal exhaustion.
"Apparently not everyone!" Jesse laughs as Kesi jumps up from his position, tail wagging in earnest.
"This guy has more energy than a band of starving Gundarks all the time, no matter what, hence the walk before bedtime" I explain with a smile, watching as Kesi begins to fidget more and more.
The massiff jumps up excitedly, tail wagging, as if to prove my point. Fives laughs.
"I can see that! Look at him, c'mere little guy..." Fives begins, causing Kesi to jump up more in excitement, someone finally wanted to play!
Before I could warn Fives against riling him up, Kesi leaped so hard he tugged his lead out of my hand and took off running down the hall.
"Oh no... Kes!" I shout, immediately chasing after him down the hall. I rounded the corner of the ship quickly, hoping he'd still be within the area, but alas I was not so fortunate. The hall was empty, Kesi was nowhere in sight.
I hurried back to the stunned (and partially guilty) group of clones in desperation.
"Please, you guys have to help me find him! Who knows what kind of trouble he'll get into..."I worry, pinching the bridge of my nose and brainstorming possible places the little beast might wander off to.
"Okay, I've got a plan. Everyone, switch to comm channel 3, we're gonna spread out around the ship. Jesse; you head to the hanger bay and the kitchens. Kix; you check MedBay and any supply storage areas with good smelling things in them. I'll check the clone barracks and the 'fresher room" Fives starts, pointing to each clone and assigning their duty.
"And you-" he states, turning towards me "can check the Kennels and the Generals quarters. If anyone finds any signs of Kesi, let the rest of us know with your comms. Ready boys? Let's go find that Massiff." Fives encourages. The boys give firm nods and we all head in our own direction.
It didn't take long to find him- well, where he had been and where he was going at least. Not long at all. Infact, Kesi had left a trail to follow. The kennels were a fail, as I'd imagined they'd be, and so I began to walk towards the Generals Quarters, when I noticed a strange trail of what looked like, paper?
I followed the trail around the corner, down the hall, and right to Master Kenobi's door. This leads me to where I am now, still standing in front of Master Kenobi's door, along with Fives, Kix, Jesse, and now Anakin and the man himself, Obi Wan.
"I am so so so so sorry Master Kenobi! The little drat just got too excited and I couldn't hold on to his leash and-" I started blathering nervously as I stared at the remnants of what was once the box containing the infamous missing Jedi Holocron. When I say remnants, I really mean little tiny scraps of cardboard.
Obi-wan silenced me with a raise of his hand and a sigh, followed by Anakin's quiet laughter, at which Obi-wan was not amused. "Let's just spread out and find the little guy. He can't have gotten far, after all we are on a ship in the middle of space." he states, ever calm and ready with a plan.
"You'd be surprised General, sir. We've been searching for quite a while already now, and we've only managed to find his trail of destruction." Fives states, a giggle present in his tone.
"Well, now there are more of us! Anakin, have Rex notify the rest of the 501st and have every single person searching. I'll comm Cody and tell him to do the same. As soon as he is found, signal on the comms." Obi-wan states determinedly with a small clap as everyone breaks off in small search groups.
"Don't worry, we'll find him. And it's not like he can destroy the holocron. It'll all be alright, Obi-wan will forget it ever happened as soon as it's over!" Anakin says comfortingly, placing a hand on my shoulder. As much as that should have eased my worries, the statement left me with a strange feeling of dread.
I couldn't help thinking never say never as we parted ways to begin our own searches.
Kesi had ran around for a good long while after swallowing that holocron, not quite satisfied with his cold meal. He searched all over the ship for something better, stealing a few bantha patties from the kitchens before deciding he was full and in desperate need for a nap.
Two hours. Two kriffing hours we've spent searching the whole kriffing ship for Kesi and still, there was no sight of him. Other than the few missing bantha patties, that is. But that was hours ago. Now, I found myself with Anakin and Rex in the 501st barracks once again, for what feels like the 501st time.
"Kesi, Kes. Come here boy!" I called tiredly. I just wanted to find him and be done with all thi- what was that? Did i just see movement...under that bunk?
"Oh Kessiiiii" I called playfully, watching the end of a tail respond in kind.
I crept over to the bunk, bending down and gently lifting up the side of the blanket. Underneath lied the man, or should i say thief, of the hour. Upon recognizing me, Kesi comes scurrying out from under the bunk, licking me straight in the face.
"There you are boy!" I exclaimed, happy that he was at last safe and sound.
"Well, there's the hound, but where's the holocron?" Anakin asks, lifting the blanket only to see no holocron where Kesi once was.
"Hmm..." He said, walking over and closing his eyes briefly.
The look on his face when his eyes opened once again told me all I needed to know. I groaned, the happy moment short lived.
"Oh, Kesi." I couldn't believe him. He swallowed it. He actually swallowed a very important jedi holocron. Whole! Unbelievable.
"Well, General, sir. I believe there is only one thing we can do now." Rex speaks up, shocked at the whole ordeal himself.
"Obi-wan is gonna kill me..." I groaned again.
"It's kind of funny, I'm usually the one saying that." Anakin snickers as he raises his comm to tell the aforementioned master the news.
A few more excruciating hours passed and everyone had now gathered in the waiting room of the medbay, eager to hear the news.
Finally, Kix comes out of the medbay, arms behind his back.
"Well..." he stalls, clearly enjoying the comical aspect of the situation and leaving everyone hanging.
"Kesi has finally passed the cube! Here it is, General Kenobi, all cleaned up, and disinfected thrice!" Kix beams as he reveals the holorcron from behind his back.
Anakin, Fives and myself cheer, while Obi-wan, Rex and Cody only sigh, in relief or quiet frustration i wasn't sure. The ordeal was finally over. Obi-wan stands, grabbing the holocron reluctantly and coming over to me.
"I suggest you keep a better eye on your little friend, we don't want another incident like this happening again. I'm exhausted." Obi-wan says gently, clearly tuckered by the events of the day.
"Yes, General, sir. I'm sorry again, and it most definitely will not happen again." He nods, exiting the waiting room.
"Ahh, don't worry too hard, everyone kind of enjoyed the fun of it. After all, it's not everyday my boys worst enemy is a 50 pound ball o excitement and love." Anakin says, coming in once again to calm my nerves.
"Have a good night." he says before heading out, following everyone else.
I decided to stop by and see the little rascal once more before bed. As i walked into the medbay over to his little makeshift cot, I noticed he was already passed out. I guess today tired us all out.
"Goodnight little trouble maker, I'll see you tomorrow. And no more holocrons!" I scolded quietly, gently patting his head, before heading to my own bunk to get some much needed rest.
Congrats on your account anniversary! You’re an awesome person and friend! ✨💕
I’m submitting the .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sneaking Around request…
with Captain Rex x Reader!
Perhaps something fluffy and sweet? 💓
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around
Drabble for character x reader.
@starrylothcat requested something fluffy and sweet with our resident Captain with puppy dog eyes. I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for celebrating with me, an dI so enjoyed chatting and getting to know you, friend <3
Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! reader
Genre: Fluff
Length: 800w
Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Barely proof read
Counselor Note: So sorry this is shorter! I really wanted to write this for you and just share a piece of sunshine fluff with our boi.
A warm sea breeze lazily drifts over the beach club as sun beams lightly kiss the skin of vacationers and employees. Cheers and shouts from the shoreline harmonize with the ocean’s rolling waves as children splash around in the crystal blue waters. Parents sit under umbrellas with blankets and coolers of snacks while they keep a careful eye on their kids as they enjoy a moment of relaxation. Other patrons chat excitedly as they wander around the cabanas and different restaurants on the property.
Arching your back with a satisfied hum, you sink further into your lounge chair. Although your movement is limited with the weight of your lover’s body resting on your chest. Rex’s sleeping expression pinches at your movement, and his arms tighten around your waist.
“Where do you think you’re going,” he asks. His voice thick with sleep now rumbles against your skin with its low vibrato that sends shivers through you.
You peer down at him over your sunnies with an amused expression. “No where, I promise. I was, however, trying to get more comfortable, but it seems like someone’s more concerned about their afternoon nap,” you lightly tease. Rex presses his face into the crook of your neck and groans, which pulls a melodious laugh from you.
The two of you were granted an extended leave after the most recent battle. Without a second thought, Rex started to pack both your bags as he muttered under his breath about everything his commanding officers and brothers put him through with the latest so called plan. As he flew across your room looking for your favorite outfits, you quickly reserved a private cabana for the two of you to hide away and enjoy from prying eyes. Neither of you want to lift a single finger, and both of you made a secret promise to make sure the other didn’t as well.
Rex has never thought too much of what his future would be. The sensitive heart that makes it home in his chest shies away from false hope. After losing so many brothers and close friends, Rex isn’t sure he could survive even one more crack in his tattered heart. Yet when he pulls away from your soft skin, he melts when he meets your adoring expression. Late afternoon sunlight frames you in a breathtaking glow that makes Rex fall in love with you all over again. Only this time it feels like the air is knocked out of him, and Rex falls harder for you. “What would you like to do, hm?” Rex asks as one of his arms slips from your waist and cups your cheek.
Even with the summer heat, you alway find comfort in Rex’s warmth. Leaning into his palm, your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you hum in thought. “How about dinner and drinks? Been here all morning, and we forgot to bring a cooler and our beach bag today,” you muse out loud and look at him once more. Your mind finally slows into a languid peaceful bliss after half a month disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. Never in a rush to get from place to place as you focus on enjoying the taste of normalcy with your riduur.
“Then dinner and drinks, we will find,” Rex agrees with a groan as he pulls away from you. Slipping off the lounge chair, Rex stretches his arms above his head. When he opens his eyes to catch you unabashedly checking him out, Rex’s cheeks blush a deeper red from the already existing sun kiss to his cheeks. “Alright, enough of that. There’ll be plenty of time for whatever daydream you’ve come up with later,” Rex rushes to try and tame the butterflies soaring in a flurry within his stomach. He dips down and loops on arm under your knees as the other rests on your lower back.
As Rex pulls you up to his chest, your chest sears with excited nerves as laughter falls from your lips. “Rex,” you cry out in giddy disbelief. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your head on his shoulder while he begins to walk towards your favorite of the club restaurants. “Please, don’t drop me,” you breathe out. You trust Rex implicitly, but the lingering nerves make you press closer to him.
Rex glances down at you with a soft expression. “I will never drop you, cyar’ika. I’m always going to be there to catch you,” he promises you. Something squeezes at his lungs when you look up at him in utter adoration, and Rex swears to himself that he will always try to keep that expression on your face. Wholly devoted to your wellbeing and happiness, Rex has never felt more at home than he has in this moment.
Author’s Note: OMG it’s been so long since I have written anything on here and I think it’s finally time to get back into it. I’ve been obsessed with the X Files recently and had this cute idea late last night. Enjoy!
You had known Mulder for about one month now after being assigned to the X files and had grown accustomed to his wild theories, sarcastic comments, and the dingy basement where the two of you had spent hours talking and pouring over case files. In the rare moments of calm, he had begun to open up to you about his past and his childhood. He told you how he believed his sister was abducted by aliens and how he had never forgiven himself for what happened. You knew so many personal things about him, but one day you realized something… you didn’t even know his first name.
You opened the door to the basement and saw Mulder was sitting at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen and reading. He looked up as the door opened and you walked in.
“Morning,” he said as you made your way to the chair sitting opposite him.
As you sat down, you said, “What’s your name?”
He paused and lifted an eyebrow at you. “Well, considering you’ve been here a month already, I thought you would have figured it out by now.”
You smirked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s your first name? You know mine. It’s only fair I should know yours. Do you not like it or something?”
“Not really,” he huffed and took a sip from his coffee mug.
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Just don’t. That’s all. Why do you care all of a sudden?”
“Because,” you started, “I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other stuff. I know plenty about you already, but I don’t know this.”
He sighed and put his book down. The light from the table lamp hit his eyes at just the right angle, turning them blue, green, and brown all at the same time. You had always thought he had such pretty eyes, the way they changed color depending on the day, how they always sparkled when he talked about things he was passionate about. You would stare into them all the time if you could.
“Fox,” he said softly. “My name is Fox.”
You nodded. “Fox Mulder. Well, it certainly isn’t boring.”
He chuckled. “Believe me, I wish I had a boring name. It’s better than ‘Spooky’ though, so I’ll take it.”
You wandered around to his side of the desk and put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s a lovely name. Thank you for telling me.”
Fox gazed up at you with those sultry eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks threatened to turn pink. For a moment you thought you were going to do something you’d regret, something that would ruin your relationship, and you thought you saw the same thought flash across his face too just for an instant. But, just like that it was gone. He went back to his book and you began organizing paperwork, but a glimmer of hope beamed through your mind. Perhaps one day you could do something about it.
Hey!! I saw requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a lil fic with mr. Murdock? I was thinking of something along the lines of patching him up one night when he finally comes home, and while it’s happening Matt’s hands are roaming all over the reader, arms, neck, thighs, and when he gets to her thighs he feels a ton of scars and goes into panic mode because, did you get hurt on his watch and not tell him?? But really, they’re extremely old self harm scars, and you have to explain them to him to calm him down and he tries to understand why you’d do that to yourself and just something super fluffy and comforting? I understand if this is too dark a topic to write so feel free to ignore it! I hope you’re having a good day!!
a/n: sorry it took so long to get to this ! i kept it short and simple but sweet just for the sake of not going too into detail on the topic but i hope you like it <3
Over the many months you’ve spent patching up Matt Murdock you’ve learned one thing, he’s very touchy. It was something you’d learned and appreciated over your relationship but you’d never seen the severity of it until you started tending to his wounds.
It was something you found funny and likable about Matt, how his hands would roam you while you checked him over for injuries. To be fair you always thought Matt knew about your scars and chose not to say anything out of respect or just not knowing how to approach the topic.
It wasn’t until one night when you were cleaning out a wound on Matt’s face did he ever speak about it. you could tell the moment he noticed, when his hand had dropped to your thigh.
It was the look you noticed first, it was the same look everyone had when they first noticed, like a mixture between confusion and hurt.
“What are these?” Matt’s eyebrows bunched together as he ran his hands over the scars. “Are these scars?”
Despite how many years it had been and how little they affected you the feeling of dread never left when people first found it, even though it wasn’t as large of a feeling as it used to be it was still there, still choking you.
“yeah,” you cleared your throat, turning away briefly to grab another alcohol pad. “they’re really old.”
Before you could press the new alcohol pad to Matt’s wound his hand caught your wrist softly. “Are- they’re-“
“yeah.” you answered softly, knowing exactly which question he was stumbling around.
Matt’s expression softened, his thumb running up and down the wrist he still held. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“they’re old as hell. I didn't think it mattered plus I figured you’d noticed them already.” you let out a little chuckle, desperate to ease the tension in the room.
“they’re not- none of them are new ?” Matt swallowed as if bracing himself for the answer.
“no, no they’re all years old.”
Matt nodded in response, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his head against your shoulder.
“I love you,” Matt spoke softly, probably more softly than you’d ever heard him speak before. “no matter what.”
“I love you too,” you laughed trying to get him to sit up. “Come on, I've gotta clean your wounds.”
“I just want to hold you for a little bit.”
You sighed in response, wrapping your arms around Matt with a smile on your face. “you’re such a big baby.”
Summary: Your relationship with Druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries… yet it takes your fellow Eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.
Warnings: nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.
“I think that’s them,” you signed happily to Makkari, bouncing giddily in place as the sounds of your fellow Eternals echoed through the halls of the Domo.
Makkari leaned back in her throne-like chair, smiling as they all filed into the room.
You stood from your seat, happily greeting your unusual family.
“How was your trip? Not too bad, I hope,” you asked, eyeing Thena worriedly over Kingo’s shoulder, noting how both Ajak and Gilgamesh were missing.
Kingo let out a throaty chuckle pulling you into his characteristically warm embrace, “it was… well… eventful, but we’ll talk about that later.”
You nodded, noting the solemn message behind his words.
“The most challenging part was recruiting leather jacket over there,” Ikaris interjected, pointing at the man you had missed the most.
His eyes were already on you when you looked over, a smug-looking smile hiding behind his stone-cold exterior.
“Bet you used your movie star charm to win him over, eh Kingo?” you laughed, elbowing him slightly. Kingo only looked at you, raising a surprised brow, but laughed lightly.
“Yeah yeah, you’re almost as funny as him,” he dismissed with a hint of sarcasm.
You shook your head, leaving them to converse on their own, enjoying how the chatter of everyone faded to the background as you made your way toward the smiling mind controller.
“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” he grinned, pulling you into a tight embrace.
Even after all this time, countless centuries, he still brought a small giggle out of your mouth and butterflies to your stomach.
His arms were tight around you, rubbing his hand up the expanse of your back through the t-shirt you’d stolen from him.
“Did you miss me?” he whispered as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
A small huff of a laugh escaped you, “I’ve only been gone a week.”
“And that means you can’t miss me?” Druig questioned, feigning hurt.
His hand gently landed on the back of your neck, pulling you from your hiding spot. Druig’s forehead rested against yours.
“I certainly missed you, my dove,” he whispered, leaning in to connect your lips in a loving kiss.
As soon as your lips met, a silence washed over the room, drowning you like a tidal wave.
“What are you doing?!” Kingo gasped; his jaw was on the floor. The rest of the group slowly looked over to see what the source of Kingo’s surprise was.
You turned your body, removing yourself from Druig’s embrace.
Druig raised a questioning brow, crossing his arms over his chest, his body touching yours from behind. “Kissing my girl..?” he questioned, giving the team an odd look as they all stared back completely dumbfounded.
Silence filled the room along with an awkward tension that puzzled you.
“Your girl?” Sprite broke the silence, looking back and forth between yourself and Druig, an unreadable expression on her face.
You let out a small awkward laugh, “yeah? Why are you all being so weird?”
“We’re the ones being weird?…- I actually can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” Phastos waved his hands wildly around as he spoke.
You gazed behind at Druig, inviting him inside the complicated world of your mind.
“Do they actually not know?” you thought, blinking at Druig with a raised brow.
“I think not, my dove,” his voice echoed in your mind, his hand finding a comforting spot on your shoulder.
“I don’t understand… we’ve never hidden our relationship… we’re wearing wedding bands,” your thoughts flowed across the invisible bridge into Druig’s mind, a small smile cracking on his face.
“Sometimes they just need it spelt out,” Druig’s face was smug with a smirk. You giggled lightly at the dig directed at your fellow Eternals - you loved them, but sometimes they really were dense.
Your telepathic conversation ended at the sound of a throat clearing.
“You do realise we can see you even when you do that,” Ikaris groaned, crossing his arms over his chest as they all kept observing you and the man behind you.
“Sorry… we’re just surprised you didn’t know,” you laughed lightly.
“How long has this been going on,” Kingo asked, pointing between the two of you.
Your mind travelled back and forth between the countless memories of yourself and the love of your eternal life: his gentle words, the soft kisses and touches. You had never doubted his affection; he was so open and fully devoted to you; it surprised you that throughout your 7000 years on the planet, it had gone unnoticed.
“Hmm, I think around 100 years after we arrived… and then we got married sometime during the 16th century.”
“1534, my love,” Druig reminded softly.
“Right, sorry,” you gave him a gentle smile, placing a hand on top of his, apologising for your forgetfulness.
“Wait, wait, wait! You’re married?” Phastos almost shouted.
You shrugged your shoulders, “why did you think we always travelled together?”
It was quite an amusing scene, watching the wheels turn in each of their heads. Kingo, Phastos and Sprite were obviously the most vocal because of the shock, whilst the rest of them silently worked through the information - with the exception of one.
“It’s not like it was a secret…- Makkari and Ajak came to the wedding,” you explained with a slight scoff.
“YOU KNEW? And you never told?!” Kingo signed, pointing accusingly at an amused looking Makkari.
She shrugged, smiling innocently, “I thought you all knew,” she signed back, giving you a small wink, knowing how much you all loved watching Kingo get all worked up.
“It was never a secret; we’re sorry it felt that way,” you said gently, trying to dissolve the weird conversation regarding your relationship.
“We’re very happy for you,” Sersi butted in, coming over to hug you. She squeezed your body before disconnecting and taking your hand in hers to examine the gold ring that decorated your ring finger.
Thena made her way to you as well, giving your cheek a soft stroke, “we should have known… with the way you look at each other, it couldn’t have been anything else.”
As the girls fawned over your wedding ring, begging for the story of the day, Druig slowly backed away, leaning against the wall; he enjoyed watching you converse with others, the way you smiled and the subtle expressions that ran over your face, painting a clear picture of the direction of the conversation.
.
After the initial shock wore off, the conversation dispersed. Your point of interest automatically shifted to Druig, who had moved to the small ledge seat, munching on a chocolate bar.
“My dove,” he smiled as you sat down next to him, pulling another bar from his jacket pocket and handing it to you.
You thanked him quietly, trying to unwrap the sweet snack he’d kept for you.
“That was something,” you grinned, taking a bite of the chocolate.
Druig laughed lightly, “it’s obvious why it had to be us… you’re the only one who tolerates me, and you’re the only one I’ll tolerate.”
“I think I more than tolerate you,” you whispered softly, placing your hand in his.
“That you do, my love.”
A/N: to be notified of future work follow @saintlike78slibrary and turn on notifications
Summary: A spur of the moment decision to see the sunrise turns out better than Frodo could have ever hoped for.
Word Count: 1636
Note: Hello everyone! I’ve already gotten some requests, which I’m super excited about!! Before I start working on those though, I wanted to start finishing up stories that have spent months in my drafts! Most of them are almost done, just needing a few paragraphs to close them out, so I will be finishing those up and then getting to work on those requests asap!! Anyways, enjoy!
Blonde hair billowed out behind her as she ran, Frodo hot on her tail. How Laurelia had this much energy this early in the morning, Frodo would never know. Why he even agreed to be out here at such a time, an hour before sunrise, when he could be curled up in his warm bed in Bag End was beyond him. Really though, he knew the answer to that question without even having to try.
She had asked him to come with her to a great hill overlooking Hobbiton, hours before the sun was in the sky, and without asking why, Frodo had agreed right away. It was something he often found himself doing, agreeing to her impulsive and sometimes outrageous ideas without knowing fully what he was getting himself into, though he didn’t see that changing anytime soon. He didn’t know why, but it was like he just couldn’t help himself.
Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Frodo focused his attention back towards the bubbling girl in front of him, winding through the tall grass of a field, glowing with excitement at whatever she was dragging him to.
“Hurry! We can’t be late!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
Tw: Frodo does not leave for the Undying Lands, mentions of PTSD, insomnia, Frodo being frustrated.
Summary: Frodo seems to be unable of getting any sleep after the quest to destroy the Ring. So you spent the evening talking to him, unknowingly lulling him into sleep eventually. This is just pure fluff.
"Midnight shadows.
When finding love is a battle."
It had been long since the Ring had been destroyed, but you knew it still kept Frodo up at nights. He would never tell you. He would even lie to you whenever you confronted him, telling you it's nothing. But you knew better. You knew the quest had taken a toll on the poor hobbit, and he would not let anyone help him.
You had spent nights bringing him chamomile tea, warm milk and any other thing that might help him sleep, but he would count himself lucky if he was allowed to sleep for a mere two hours. And it wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but it was all he could get.
And you hated yourself for not being able to help him.
"But daylight is so close.
So don't you worry 'bout a thing."
"At least try to lay down." You tried to soothe. Frodo had been specifically frustrated one night. Frustrated at his difficult sleep schedule and frustrated at the Ring, for forcing him to lay awake for it even as it has been destroyed.
You had woken up to his body shifting in the bed next to you, his movement messier than usual. He had been trying to find the right turn, but none would work for him. So he had resulted in sitting upright.
"I'm not comfortable laying down." The hobbit sighed, knowing his tired mind had nearly won him over. You frowned at him, seating yourself closer to him as you grabbed both his hands, squeezing them gently.
"I know it's difficult and I know sleep won't overcome you immediately, but why don't you just lay with me? We can talk about anything." You assured.
After a short while, Frodo nodded, accepting your proposal as he let go of your hands, sinking back down under the blankets.
"We're gonna be alright."
"When will you let me read part of the book?" You began, trying to strike up a normal conversation.
"When I finish a chapter. I thought I would be flooding with inspiration when we got home, but I can't seem to get any word on the paper."
"It is not inspiration that is your problem. It is motivation. You lack sleep and rest and it causes you to skip your daily routines." You pointed out, rolling closer to him as your side came in contact with his.
Frodo let out a heavy sigh, before shifting his head, resting it on top of your chest as your hand wound into his hair.
"Baby, don't you know;
all of them tears gon' come and go.
Baby, you just gotta make up your mind
that every little thing is gonna be alright."
"I don't know what to do." He admitted. "I have tried everything, and so have you."
You thought about it for a while before looking down at him, pushing some stray curls out of his face. "Maybe Gandalf will have something that can help. It's not like we have not tried." You reassured. "He would not leave you like this, I know it."
"Perhaps." The hobbit hummed, his hands wrapping around one of your arms as he held it close.
"Maybe you could trick yourself into falling asleep." You offered. "You just close your eyes and pretend you're sleeping. It always works for me."
Frodo let out a scoff, though it did not appear impolite. "I have tried that many times. It does not work."
"Maybe it will today." You soothed, turning his head slighlty as your eyes caught his. "You must not lose hope."
"Baby, don't you know;
all of them tears gon' come and go.
Baby, you just gotta make up your mind.
We decide it."
"I know." He returned. "Though you must know that with every passing hour, I cannot help but slowly give up."
"I understand." You cooed. "But that's why I am here. To help you secure that hope."
Frodo smiled at that, leaning into your touch a bit more, before finally letting out that content sigh. "Even as I might not get rest, at least I get to spend my sleepless nights with you at my side." He mumbled, toying with your fingers as his other hand was still on your arm.
"What causes you to not be able to get sleep?" You wondered, hoping to find a way to talk about it with him.
"The Ring." He answered quickly, but honestly. "As we grew closer to Mount Doom, the Ring grew heavier, carrying a mind of its own." Frodo continued.
"It forced me to think of terrible things - to speak terrible things. I nearly betrayed Sam in Mordor. I lost grip of myself." He looked back at you, his now holding fear, instead of its usual tiredness.
"The thought of losing myself to such a silly object scares me. Even as it has been destroyed, I cannot help but wonder about what could have been."
"We're gonna be alright."
You gasped at the halfling, ultimately understanding his struggle. "I get that now. Thoughts about a possible future. An alternate outcome." You rest your forehead against Frodo's, closing your eyes as a sign of trust.
"It held me awake the first few nights too. Though I do understand this is over, I never had to carry the burden you did. And I know how difficult its hold on you was." You lift your head after your words, squeezing his hands again in attempt to soothe him.
"Frodo, I can promise you this; the Ring is gone. We saw it destroyed. Let the past be the past. Do not dwell on old errors, for they have been erased. Leave the withered issues where they are supposed to be; behind you. Keep your eye on tomorrow, not on yesterday."
"In slow motion.
Can't seem to get where we're going."
Frodo remained silent at your speech, letting the words slowly sink into his head.
"Think about the fun things we could do tomorrow." You tried. "Make tomorrow as crazy as you want. Let it overtake your imagination and throw away your sorrows. If you make tomorrow fun enough, there will not be place for sadness."
The hobbit nodded at your words, one of his hands resting on your cheek. You leaned into his warm touch, welcoming the familiar hands.
"The old creek." He muttured. "I want to take you there tomorrow. We can have lunch under the oaken trees, away from the mayhem of Hobbiton."
"We can go there tomorrow." You promised.
"Wear that dress I bought you for your last birthday. It looks nice on you." Frodo resumed. "I can bring my book, so you can help me write."
"You want me to help you write the story?" You asked, a huge smile on your face.
"Only if you want to." He explained, but you merely nodded at him.
"Of course I do!"
"But the hard times are golden.
'Cause they all lead to better days."
"We could bring Bilbo's blanket." You proposed, already sketching an idea in your mind. "That way, he can still help with the book. Somehow."
"I like that." Frodo agreed softly. "We can do that."
"I'll stop by Sam tomorrow for that amazing strawberry jam." You ranted on, thinking about the possibilities tomorrow could hold. Frodo chuckled at your ideas, his mind finally letting go of the sorrow, even if it had only been a little.
"We could make it a deal." You resumed. "You at least try to get some sleep; close your eyes and let your head do the rest and we will go to the old creek tomorrow."
"I cannot promise you I will sleep." Frodo now spoke glumly.
"I'm not asking you. I'm asking you to at least try." You whispered, planting a comforting kiss on the top of his head. "Try for me. Just one more night, please."
"We're gonna be alright."
"Okay." Frodo swore, letting his head fall back on your chest. "I promise you, I will try."
"Good. That is all I want." You muttered, wrapping an arm around the hobbit as you rested your head on top of his.
It had been a long while since you've lain with him like this, but at least he had not feared being beside you, and that brought a special source of comfort. No matter how tough his life would get, he would never leave you. Never once try to let go of you for his own sake.
You were his anchor; his light during a dark evening. His serenity on a raging sea. And he was fine with it. He wouldn't want it to be anyone else. No one was able to communicate with him the way you could. He had even been convinced you knew him better than he knew himself. And maybe that is just exactly what he needed; someone to guide him when he cannot guide himself any longer.
Someone to save him when he got lost.
"Baby, don't you know;
all of them tears gon' come and go.
Baby, you just gotta make up your mind
that every little thing is gonna be alright."
So he did as you asked; he closed his eyes, forcing his brain to let go of the memories in Mordor. Instead, he thought about tomorrow. About all the paths he could take to the creek, the perfect places only he could find, the food he could bring along with him and even the outfit that went the best with your dress. He had begun to plan every little detail.
A feeling he hadn't known in a long time finally returned to him and it took him a while to figure out what it was; Love. But not the kind of love you hold for family and friend - to people near him. No, it was the kind of love he only held for you. The overwhelming feeling of a light stomach and a bouncing heart every time he was near you. The Ring had corrupted his mind so much, he nearly forgot what it felt like.
But the feeling had been oh-so delightful and welcome. Had it been something physical, he would have held it, tighter than he ever had before. But all he could hold onto was your arm and your middle. It was not love he could touch, it was you.
"Baby, don't you know;
all of them tears gon' come and go.
Baby, you just gotta make up your mind.
We decide it."
Before the poor hobbit could even realize it, his eye lids grew heavier, not letting him open them even if he wanted to. Sleep had come to claim him at last. The restless night and terrible morning were slowly beginning to come to an end.
You could feel Frodo's breath slowing as his hold around you got looser than it had been earlier. You did not dare move, not even to let out a sigh. It was as if a cat had come to lay on your lap and it would jump away when you adjusted your leg.
Thankfully, you had been moderately comfortable, enough to fall asleep beside him. You kept your eyes open for a while until you were sure Frodo was sleeping. You grinnned, running your hand through his hair one more time before resting it on top of his body.
"We're gonna be alright."
"Goodnight." You whispered quietly, making sure the blankets had been covering the both of you, before shutting your eyes as well.
And for the first time in two weeks, Frodo had finally gotten that full night rest. Not once did he wake up in the middle of the night to twist and turn again. His dreams seemed to carry him throughout the entire night, barely even allowing him to move his legs every so often.
And upon waking up, he would assure you it was the best feeling he has had in while. But for now, he would lay there beside you, his body close to yours as you made sure to give him that long night he could only ever think off.
I just read the "good morning" will graham fic you wrote and AAAAAAAH IT'S SO GOOD ?????????????? SO SWEET ???????? SO !!!!!!!!!! I love love love love it, it's definitely the fluff content I have been looking for for days and finally finding such a piece of art is amazing !!!!! Thank you for writing it it was so good, I could picture everything so clearly too and I'm just so soft 😭😭😭❤❤❤❤❤
This made my entire day reading this!! I’m so so glad you loved it so much, as much as I did 😭💛 thank you so much for all your kind words 😭😭💛💛💛
